Me and My Niggas
Or an observation of why I can say it, but you shouldn’t.
Notice, how I didn’t say you can’t say it? Also, full disclosure, I don’t really use the word. If we’re being honest, the word in the title is literally only to elicit a biological (and possibly even) physical response in the reader. Did you feel your stomach drop? Did you feel dirty for saying the word in your head even though it wasn’t out loud? Did you feel nothing at all? Does it bother you that it was there to begin with? Good. Let’s talk about why you may or may not have felt that way.
To briefly recap on the history of the word, both “Nigger” and “Nigga/Niggah” were used to dehumanize and discriminate against African-Americans and Blacks during and after the slave era. Honestly, I don’t know why I bothered capitalizing the words. Capitalization is for proper nouns. If racists viewed Black folks as proper nouns then we probably wouldn’t be having this conversation. Instead racists who use the word akin Black folks more to the likes of mud or dog shit, and that’s being nice. If you want a more in-depth look into the history of the word, please look at this wonderful article written by Brando Simeo Starkey who includes a few hyperlinks of his own, as well as this article from the African-American Registry. That should be plenty to at least get you started into the darkness that is this word’s various iterations throughout…
