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Dwayne McDuffie on the realities of the Black writer in the comic book industry (by blackherodoc)

Forever reblogging this until people understand why it’s so hard for us to “go make our own.”

It’s because you don’t want our stuff

You don’t even want people that look like us to be in your stuff

Reblogging this, ONCE AGAIN

Because McDuffie’s rule of three is so damn obvious on the walking dead

can’t have three or more black folks

so you gotta make sure you kill one before you introduce a new one

Now I need to go find out everything I can about Dwane McDuffie because that man is (was, r.i.p) talking some

SENSE

Read Static

he was a genius 

I’m gonna start looking out for this rule of 3 thing.

It’s everywhere. It. is. every. where!

The rule of 3 is simply true to life. It’s even come into play in classes I’ve been in and in my dorm in undergrad. I remember joking with a friends that the world was going to end, cause there were 3 black people at the dorm desk at once

lmao

you think so doe?

Oh, I know so. I actually had a mini party when my dorm’s percentage of black people actually matched up the percentage of enrolled students.

As for classes, I went to tech school, and minorities are underrepresented in STEM (Science Technology Engineering and Mathematics) fields, so over high school and undergrad I got real used to being one of the only black people in a room. When it’s more than that, people start getting weird, wondering what all of us are doing there. 

I dropped this shit in class the other day too. We were discussing the backlash towards higher African American enrollment in some nominally integrated colleges during the Great Migration and I flat out told the room that one or two black people is cute, more than that is a threat. 

I just went through this at a friends wedding. There were three of us and some of the family members went out of their way to avoid contact with us. And I thought that, maybe I was imagining it, even though life experience tells otherwise, and asked my friend, and she says to me, “Yeah! I noticed that too. So-and-so’s parent has gone out of his way not to look at or talk to us. I’m just ignoring them.” So then I tried to ignore it, but I noticed that some of the tension left the room when the other Af. Am. girl went out to take a phone call. So by the time she came back in, certain people were looking at each other with these furtive glances.

And I kept thinking to myself, “what do you think we’re going to do, infect you with our blackness?”

And the irony is that we were some of the most educated people in that room. Yet too many black people is a threat. Ha!