It isn’t that hard to understand. Like all slave masters before him, President Shitty McShitFace’s relationship with black folks works like this: If you are a black woman, are you hot? If so, then Donald Trump—when he was single—would’ve dated you. If you are a black man, do you have money or power? If so, Trump will…
There are times, like when watching footage of what happened in Charlottesville, Va., that racism bombards the senses like a virus, leaving your skin sore, your soul hardened and your spirit fatigued; a disillusioning, full-body wizening that disrupts, destroys and (occasionally) ends lives.