I Went Viral for Doing "BlackERface"

My Unconventional Protest Against being put in a Little Black Box

The black community kept asking me to perform my blackness the way they wanted so I gave them the minstrel show they asked for. This my commentary of being biracial and not belonging.

You may not agree with how I executed my message but sometimes to really get a message across you have to make people uncomfortable. Some people found humor in it for being edgy, but that is not the whole story.

Everyone was upset by my putting on a charcoal mask —but nobody saw what led up to it.

Other people Did “Blackface” Halloween but I did “BlackERface”

I did BlackER face and got around 80 milion views total, and many people were pretending to be offended by it. There is an obvious surface level edgy inflammatory aspect to this given the history of blackface but I chose the medium to show the irony of the expectations set for me by the “Black community”.

They wanted me to act “Black” in the way that they wanted and who they see black people as; ghetto, basketball players, rappers twerking or doing drugs, dating black men, and having an inferiority complex with white people.

So I gave them a black performance like they demanded —just not the one they wanted.

I also did “WhitERface” in a satirical stream.

My African Roots

Am I black? Am I white? This is a feeling many mixed race people especially 25 years ago, felt —it wasn’t as popular back then.

You see, curly hair is the give away for me to most non-racially fixated people. It makes me the odd one out. To me, it was what made the boys not have a crush on me and prevented me from having a boyfriend like I wanted as a little girl.

In Brooklyn, back then we didn’t have curly haircare isles like now. Your choice at Duane Reade was Garnier Frutis leave in conditioner or go to the hole in the wall store where they sell black products like “Beeswax”.

My mom had to bring me to the black stores and use products for nappy hair and since my hair was not —it would weigh mine down. This combined with not having a haircut is a disaster for self esteem. In fact, curly haircuts were so inaccessible that I didn’t get my first haircut until 14 years old and it was when I started bleaching it heavier and straightening it.

Most girls with curly hair just straightened it as a difficult solution that is hard to upkeep without damage and it usually ends up looking less lustrous than someone with naturally straight hair.

Everyday before then, I would go to school with a slicked back braid and wet hair. I didn’t realize this made me weird until one day a boy asked me why my hair was always wet.

When I was younger my art teacher, Mr.Moorehead told me that there was no “Wrong” way to do art and then would proceed to correct me on how to draw a horse by drawing a big peanut shaped body. I hated it I thought they way he did it was ugly. I don’t care if his looked “realistic” I just wanted a cute pony not a peanut pony!

I guess I will always do the “Wrong” type of art.

The “Black community”

As well as not doing the “Right type of art”, apparently I was also not the right type of nigga. The hive was hollerin. They told me I wasn’t just mixed…no I’m something even worse —a black mom biracial.

You see in the black community not only is there a sense of colorism in terms of if someone is light or how “European” their features are (They be hatin) but also if your daddy is the one who is black. If your mom is the black one it means she was bad for getting “bleached” and therefore you’re to be excluded.

I found this out when I started doing reels starting my intro with “Nigga”. They black community decided to step in and tell me what I can and cannot say. No amount of showing my mother, DNA results or family was good enough for these niggas.

So, I had to teach them a lesson about challenging my melanin.

This is what led up to my blackERface.

The whole point of the “Black community” is to protect black people right?

Well, it’s interesting how the black community was nowhere to be found as I got death threats —oh right that’s because they were the ones sending them!

They were the ones trying to mutilate my mind and my body if they could. Why? Well you see you’re not allowed to be black unless you are willing do their jigaboo act —it’s okay when they tell you to do it! It’s okay if the “BLACK COMMUNITY” is your “Massa”.

“Yessa massa I talk da way you like me tuh. I is never gonna say the nigga word again massa please don go on whippin me!”

So in Short -Why did I do it?

I did it as a way to satirize the identity issues living as a mulatto and to draw attention to what people prioritize as issues and the hypocrisy of it that I’ve seen for a long time.

People will sooner prioritize attacking me for doing blacker face, than to speak against actual calls of violence to me; a halfrican American. Nobody that was “so disgusted” by my blackerface bothered to condemn the black people who were threatening me nor did they ever really speak on the colorism that happens in the “Black community”. In fact many people who condemned me (Including non-blacks) refused to acknowledge that my biological mother was African American.

I experienced non acceptance as a mulatto before it was even trendy so I was able to predict this reaction and I wanted to do it to prove my point that they don’t actually care about black women they are just virtue signaling. In America, our culture prioritizes political correctness over humanitarianism at the cost of rationality.

I don’t want to be in the “Black community”.

I think my mom understood the crabs in a bucket mentality on this a long time ago which is why I was raised watching the Boondocks —satirizing “The black community” cannibalizing itself.

Black mom biracial? Wrong type of nigga!

Right wing politics (Even if only center right?) WRONG. TYPE. OF. NIGGA.

A never-ending list of what makes someone accepted for being black.

I’m glad that as an adult I made my own path as a Halfrican, Hyperborean princess of the internet.