In America, white rage can burn down cities, topple governments, and even storm the Capitol – yet it is forgiven, reframed, or forgotten, while Black grief is dismissed with a single word: “angry.”

Hypocrisy isn’t a mistake here – it’s the design. For the weak and the marginalized, especially those from the Black community, survival often requires compromise. Pretend not to see the insult, mute your pain, and white supremacy might toss you a small reward. That is the system’s genius: it recruits the poor and less informed, using them as defenders of the very machine that ridicules them in broad daylight.

Donald Trump exemplifies this tactic. He hurls insults directly, stripping away even the pretense of respect, and many in the white community cheer. Some even thank him for saying out loud what they’ve been thinking all along. This isn’t about one man, though – it’s about a national habit. Accountability dissolves when the accused looks familiar. White-on-white crime? Reframed as individual mistakes. White brutality? Dismissed as an exception. The excuses pile up, shielding those who benefit from the same violence they deny.

And yet, when Black people speak truthfully about these realities, the label is quick and cruel: “angry.” Anger is the word used to silence grief, disgust, or mourning. It erases the weight of repeated trauma and makes legitimate human sorrow into something threatening. Meanwhile, the real rage has always been most visible in white communities – rage that burns villages abroad, that colonizes continents, that lashes out even against cultures that welcomed them with open arms.

Haiti is a global reminder. The first free Black Republic dared to reject slavery and colonial rule. For that crime – for seeking liberation – Haiti was punished for centuries. France demanded crippling reparations, the U.S. orchestrated coups and occupations, and the would’s “civilized” powers worked together to keep Haiti broken. The message was clear: Black liberation is intolerable, and white rage will find ways to collect its revenge. This is not distant history; it is the same selective sentiment at work, only on a global stage.

Accountability, then, is not just avoided – it is outsourced. Laws in America were written not to punish the original crimes – enslavement, theft, murder – but to protect the perpetrators of genocide. The same laws were then weaponized against the recipients. The result is a cruel inversion: those brutalized are branded criminals, while the brutalizers wash themselves clean in the waters of “civilization.” Meanwhile, a chorus of public figures – highly paid and celebrated – are rewarded for keeping this narrative alive.

This no accountability team has no shortage of members: Chris Cuomo, Piers Morgan, Jillian Michaels, Ben Shapiro, Donald Trump, Nick Fuentes, Scott Jennings, Ted Cruz, Megyn Kelly, Candice Owens, and even ESPN’s Malika Andrews, whose commentary often feels more like insult toward Black athletes than analysis. Their job is simple: defend hypocrisy, distract from accountability, and recycle the excuses that keep innocence intact.

But here’s the truth: a crime doesn’t hurt less because of your skin tone. Pain doesn’t weigh less because of your bank account. A life isn’t worth more simply because of the passport you carry or the privilege you inherited. Yet America has built a double standard so loud it drowns out reason.

When Black communities battled the crack epidemic, it was criminalized, punished, and used as proof of moral failure. Now that white communities are in the opioid crisis, it’s rebranded as a public health emergency, with sympathy and rehabilitation at the forefront. When Black protestors filled the streets to demand justice for the murder of George Floyd, they were tear-gassed, beaten, called rioters and thugs. Yet when white terrorists stormed the Capitol on January 6, because they were riled up by a reality television host, who was mad that he lost an election. They were screaming chants to murder politicians. Some nastily defecating on desks, police officers lost their lives, and many walked away with selfies, probation, or excuses of “having a bad day.” No where near the same actions, nor the same reasons, but completely different rules and results.

These double standards are screaming so loud that people should keep toilet paper nearby for what often spews out of their mouths when they try to defend the indefensible.

So yes, privilege hands out its endless passes. Age doesn’t matter, gender doesn’t matter. Experience doesn’t matter. All that matters is allegiance to cycle: Do As I Say, Not As I Do. The hypocrisy is washed and repeated, dressed up as law, normalized as tradition, and stamped as truth.

And for those of us who see it, who live with the weight of it – it isn’t just anger. It is disgust. It is sorrow. It is the exhaustion of watching crimes against humanity parade as democracy, while the perpetrators sit in the VIP section of history, protected and applauded.

White rage writes the story, Black grief bears the blame – and the silence between the two is America’s loudest tradition.

The scars are missing due to white people being offended by their offenses.

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