Turning into what should’ve been a regular news report about a New Jersey shootout between a cop and citizen, the attention was quickly drawn to a reporter’s remarks and choice of words when interviewing witnesses and associates of the assailant.
Sean Bergin’s remarks only revealed the stereotypes he believes to be true about Black men. Fatherless, wayward sons who ultimately have a rift with cops. My question is, why is it ok to believe and promote these stigmas about Black people, thus generalizing, minimalizing and ignoring their struggles as individuals? It’s safe to say no two people has ever shared the exact same life, so why does the media always promote these stereotypes and pass them on as facts about Blacks? How do these ideas pass as true?
From him asking the security guard who was physically assaulted if the assailant was drunk or high, this made his report objective and purely bias.
Mark Henry held ECW’s world championship, and then Smackdown’s world championship. But despite having one of the most impressive resumes in WWE history, he has never won the top prize in WWE.
In the fictional WWE storylines, being the world champion means you are the best wrestler. But in real life, it means you are the best performer. The decision of who gets to be the titleholder simply comes from a team of creative writers with the final call going to WWE owner Vince McMahon himself: Who do we want to be the face of our company? Who do we think is good enough?
In its 62 year history, WWE has never chosen a black wrestler to hold its world championship.
Abdul Rahman Al-Batsh’s pain-wrenched face has become one of the most powerful images of the Gaza conflict.
The 12-year-old boy lost 18 members of his family in an air raid on Saturday night.
A photograph of Abdul Rahman, his shoulders slumped against a car, shows the moment when he discovered his father was among the dead.
When is society going to stop perpetuating the absurd belief that black women have no right to be womanly? That we somehow cannot claim female as our gender even when our DNA says we are? Why, as a black women, do I feel that we are grouped into this category of not-quite-female but not-quite-male, as if we’re some kind of alien being with some traces of female features but are “unpredictable”, “scary”, “ugly”, “hypersexual”, and “manly”.