This whole “don’t physically discipline your kids” stuff is some NORTHERN WHITE LIBERAL NONSENSE

thegoddamazon:

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thegoddamazon:

zorascreation:

That’s why White children are disrespectful as FUCK.

That’s why White families are FOREVER asking Black & Brown women to be mammies and Black & Brown men to be mentors to their damn pickney. 

Fuck no. 

Even if you don’t physically discipline your child personally, GROW A FUCKING BACKBONE AND DISCIPLINE THEM SOME KINDA WAY.

YOUR CHILDREN ARE NOT YOUR “BEST FRIENDS”. 

YOUR CHILDREN ARE NOT YOUR “EQUALS”. 

YOUR CHILDREN AIN’T GONNA DIE IF YOU TELL THEM “NO”. 

YOU ARE THE ADULT. THEY ARE THE CHILD. ACT ACCORDINGLY. 

I THANK MY MOM & DAD FOR BEATIN’ MY LITTLE BLACK BUTT WHEN I SAID OR DID SOME OFF SHIT. ‘CAUSE IF I CARRIED MY BULLSHIT INTO ADULTHOOD, THEY KNEW THAT WHITE SOCIETY WAS GONNA DO WORSE TO ME. 

Let me tell you the first time I encountered a white child interacting with white parents in real life. Keep in mind, I only thought white kids talked sideways to their parents on television for drama purposes. Also keep in mind that my parents are purebred Grade-A Nigerian and they will twist your lips if you so much as “Mscheeew” in their vicinity.

I was at my friend’s house, we’ll call him Jordan for now. We were playing N64 and shit, and his mom came in the room acting like a damn maid.

And the first offense is when he called his mother by his first name.

I was horrified. I thought he was going to get struck by lightning when he called his mother “Carol”. Like, real talk I didn’t know my mother’s real name until I was 6 or 7. She was always “mother”, “mom”, or “mommy” to me. This kid was calling his mom by her name like he was her husband and was asking for a beer or some shit. I was sure she was going to slap his lips off his face for the disrespect. You never call an elder by their name. You defer to them as the parental honorific or if they’re unrelated “auntie” or “uncle”. Always. This is LAW in Africa.

And you never send an elder to fetch anything for you. You fetch things for them. But he had his mom doing shit like she worked for him. I was appalled and partly intrigued.

Then they got into an argument and he called her a bitch. I was sure she was going to tear him limb from limb and burn the pieces and say something like “I’ll have to make a better child than you. You’re disrespectful.”

She cried and he sat there, smug as shit.

I told him I had to go home, and that’s precisely what I did.

When I relayed it to my mom she looked at me and that look said if I even so much as thought of testing out the white kid’s handling of a parent-child situation, she would DEAL WITH ME.

And damn near ALL of my white friends are like that. Lord, I get a chill thinking about it. My parents put the fear of God and the koboko in my soul. Till this day I won’t even roll my eyes at my mother or she’ll slap them out of my head. Even when I’m married, she will still have no qualms kicking my ass if need be.

Physical discipline is a necessity, but I think that’s only prevalent in African, Native, Caribbean, Asian, Middle Eastern, and Black American communities, and even nowadays, people are really buying that lackadaisical “don’t hit your children! It’s cruuuuuuel!” mentality. And that’s why each forthcoming generation is getting more and more reckless and disrespectful. They have never had to pull a switch off the tree when their parents pull over in the car to beat that ass.

They’ve never acted out in the store and got an ass whipping in the bathroom (or whatever aisle you cut up in). They have never had to go and fetch the belt. They don’t know that “hide a pillow in the pants” struggle, the pretend-to-be-asleep-so-you-don’t-get-beat struggle, the your-teacher-called-your-parents-so-it’s-on-when-you-get-home struggle, or the broken cooking spoon on the ass struggle. They don’t, and that’s why they are so goddamn RUDE.

I’m beating my kids. They are going to learn respect for their elders, related or not. To hell with that white nonsense.

Oh my God. Every one of my White friends have disrespected their parents in front of me, every single one.

I really just sit back and wonder how you give someone life, raise them, provide for them, rearrange your whole life for them and allow them to belittle you in such a manner in front of their peers. Damn, you don’t feel enraged, it’d take everything in me not to knock their front teeth out, but they don’t even respond with hostility. That’s why you have spoiled little pieces of shit slapping their mom on national T.V. Discipline doesn’t always entail spanking, it means letting them know there are boundaries you do not cross and decorum you have to attend to, or else you face consequences. 

And cosigning with Goddamazon, Eritrean parents are no different. They don’t spare a second to set that ass back in line. My mom was not the one growing up. 

American kids in general are so spoiled. There’s a big emphasis on making your kids feel extraordinary just for existing with this “every child is the center of the universe” shit and I think that contributes to it. It’s cute, but its unrealistic. Make your kids feel worthy, but humble them too. My mom never failed to deflate my ego whenever I felt like the world revolved around me and I thank her because it shielded me from a lot disappointments growing up. This world is a cruel place and people crumble when they feel like they’re entitled to anything. Our places are quite insignificant in the grand scheme of things. I saw so many people fall apart in college when they went from 1 of 500 in high school to 1 of 40,000 and truly realized that they are a grain of salt in a huge ocean.

Exactly! Like, all the Africans I know operate on the same exact brain wave, be they East, West, North, or South.

And even something as simple as chores made me notice how spoiled American kids are. All African parents basically prepare and groom their children to eventually be able to run their own household without help, so my siblings and I were always working.

When I got to college my first year, half the girls on my floor had never even worked a washing machine. They either had maids who did it, or their MOTHER did their laundry.

Girl. My mother had me doing laundry at age 4. In Okpella, I had to go all the way to the river to fetch my own water in my own bucket, and then my Auntie Mairo would teach me how to wash clothes by hand. This was EVERYDAY. A washing machine was a blessing for me by the time I got here. Even dishes. Wash them and dry them by hand. A dishwasher? That was a blessing. I thank my parents for how they raised me. Every single day. They were strict, but it taught me self-discipline, restraint, and decorum, which is the whole root of this philosophy behind “physical discipline”.