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I damn and decry all the dictionaries and every distinctive line.
With all my might, I refuse to accept the repackaging of white supremacy that’s eagerly peddled and accepted in our daily discourse.
I will use every verbal and written workaround to chop the term nationalist from my lexicon.
And it burns me and makes me cling to the cross when I hear people saying the terms hate groups want to hear.
This is not grade school; this is grown-up racism. We shouldn’t further privilege an already rotten “Johnny” by calling him by his favorite nickname. This is a serious matter, and I urge people to call the “John We Know” by his original and formal name. Because we know who they are; these are white supremacists!
So, I put the responsibility on them to interpret and do the work to redefine themselves in conversations as I stick with the term white supremacist.
And recently, this insidious idiom flared in my face when the Whitest House fired another white supremacist in their ranks. This time it was a speechwriter who has cozy and tight ties to other white supremacists.
After they released the man from his official duties, I watched pundits from various races…