Comments on: #17 Hating their parents

By: i miss high school « spooks

i miss high school « spooks — Fri, 13 Jan 2012 19:45:18 +0000

[...] 5) Hating their parents: “White people love to talk about how much they hate their parents, so if you are in a situation where you need to gain a white person’s trust, ask them about their parents. But under no circumstances should you try to one up them, regardless of whether or not you were an orphan, abused, or watched your parents get shot.” [...]

By: Danielle

Danielle — Tue, 06 Dec 2011 03:53:28 +0000

Danielle on December 5, 2011 at 7:52 pm

I know how you feel. I was/is is in the same if not similar predicament as you. And although you been handed an inconvenient deck of cards you have the resilience to do anything you set your mind too through it all. I am 19 and my second year of college now.

But even with me having to go to a nearby college and working and going to school closer to home; even with having to be the “mother” to my mother sometimes, and my father forgetting he has children, I keep in mind that I am only working to make things better for me and my brothers (I am the only girl and I am one of seven too).

I am still trying to figure things out but I just want to tell you to keep your head up and know what you want to do and work for it. Don’t repeat the cycle and don’t let anyone take your future from you. That’s the best thing you can invest in (=.

By: Danielle

Danielle — Tue, 06 Dec 2011 03:52:27 +0000

By: Hunter

Hunter — Sun, 20 Nov 2011 01:40:30 +0000

I know how you feel. I am mixed too. I was raised by my mom which is white but she hangs out with the black side adn well as that type of attitude all the time. She doesn’y take all the personalities but when is come to talking or being pissed you can tell. I dont get told what to do with my hair or my clothes. The problem with her is that she is lazy as hell. she has 7 kids including me and I basicallt take her place as a mother. Getting them up for school getting them home. Doing homewok. Cooking sometimes. And then she ground me when sometimes doesnt go right or pisses her off. We moved to wear she could get closer to her bf and away from my friends so im stuck here all day long. Its bull but ive dealt with it since 9 and im 16 now. Ill deal until 18:p Sorry for babbling on.

By: Rexx

Rexx — Tue, 15 Nov 2011 08:15:49 +0000

Nope Im mixed nd I was raised w/ my black side-Fukkin hate those people,Nd my mom is always like “Get your hair out your damn face!” Nd stuff (Shes always making fun of my dress style to-Im sorta emo w/ a scene attitude lol so hate her!

By: Habbit

Habbit — Sun, 06 Nov 2011 18:19:58 +0000

They should’ve killed you.

By: joyce

joyce — Mon, 31 Oct 2011 04:14:10 +0000

I really hate my family. They have become so useless since I left their side.

By: Gene Meyer

Gene Meyer — Mon, 31 Oct 2011 03:12:46 +0000

Bands from Orange County and Florida? Do you mean:

Florida = Death Metal

Orange County = Metalcore

By: spiffynoodle

spiffynoodle — Sat, 22 Oct 2011 09:29:09 +0000

I’m lilly fucking white and I fucking hate almost every white person I’ve ever talked to on this one. Why they feel the need to one-up someone when they’re just looking for a compassionate shoulder to cry on I really don’t know. I hate my parents as a natural reaction to who and what they are and their excessive actions against me, NOT as a trendy social mechanism. My parents starved me, beat me for no reason, beat me for reasons that didn’t justify beating, beat me for things I didn’t do, beat me for things that they did-this one requires some clarification: in my parents world reality had no concrete vantage point. To them reality was simply what you chose to remember it as, what they wanted it to be and that was good enough for them. Example: one day my mother punched me in the throat and then asked me why I just hit her in the throat. Another example: another day my brother said something rude to my mother in a conversation I was not a part of at all and that prompted her to pick ME up off the couch by my hair and then proceed to beat the shit out of me. She then threw herself out the front door and then yanked herself back into the house and slammed the door behind her. Then she called the police on me and told them that I attacked her for no reason and she tried her damndest to escape through the front door and her “big bad evil son” yanked her back in the house and continued to beat her mercilessly. I had scratches all over my face, abrasions all over, patches of my hair ripped out and I was just a little kid, HALF her size AND my brother was a witness to all this. She didn’t have a scratch on her. Yet she sticks to her version of the event to this day. Anyhoo, on with my parents crowning parental achievements. They didn’t allow me to have friends, they denied me an education beyond the third grade, locked my brother and I in an unfurnished room when we were little, sometimes for days on end with no food or water and no bathroom access-you fill in the blanks. I could go on and on and on…. My earliest memories are of being in this room, the first one of being picked up by my diapers and being tossed in there like a bowling ball and my head slamming into the wall, door shutting behind me… Growing up, not eating for days was common. I had to steal money from them so I could buy food. I ate out of dumpsters. Through my malnutrition induced fatigue I came to realize in my early teenage years why all this was happening to me. My mother wanted me weak, stupid, uneducated and controllable. I was a fucking toy to her, a plaything. Not a human. How all of this might and did affect and hurt me was not a concern. All that mattered was her pleasure. Where is my father in all of this some of you might ask? Well,

Mother: puppeteer
Father: puppet

Now, 99%+ of the white people I’ve talked to about hating parents actually think their parents are worse than mine. They are wrong. They are offended by my assertion that they are wrong. I don’t understand these little bitches. If 99%+ of even just the white parents on this earth were worse than mine society would not be. Sanity would be an otherworldly concept. There would be no countries. Anarchy and mayhem would be the only way of life. As for that other fraction of a percentage point, I have known kids that have been raped by their parents, uncles, aunts. Kids that have actually watched loved family members murdered right in front of them. Orphans. Kids that survived murder attempts by their parents. Kids that were starved so bad that they look 6 years younger and shorter than they really are. When I talked to them about my problems they usually shut up and listened. When they told me about their problems I shut up and listened, as well I should have. They never tried to one up me and put me in my place. Only the kids with good lives did. So for you little bitches who are forbidden to smoke pot in the house, are being given shit about your grades, getting guff about not looking for a job,… just shut the fuck up. I really want to see this trend of having the worst parents just die and fizzle out. It’s so fucking fake. These kids don’t know what real hate is. It’s not something you can choose to do. It’s evoked and that’s the only way it comes into existence, just like love. You can’t force love. You also can’t force hate. Go home and reevaluate your folks, give them a hug for huggings’ sake. At least try to find a way to love them for not making you like me. And if you are capable of pulling hate out of thin air do me a favor and hate my parents for me because I’m getting tired of doing it myself. It’s burning me out.

By: Renaye

Renaye — Tue, 04 Oct 2011 04:53:43 +0000

Un-ironic statement here: when I was a lot younger, I was rather shocked to realize that talking about hating one’s parents was a fairly common practice among youngs white people.