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Today my father blocked me on Facebook. πŸ˜€ It came after he posted a picture of a little white girl who was murdered years ago by an Albanian immigrant on the family Messenger group with the words ‘where’s the outrage’ in a misguided attempt to question the current black lives matter protests worldwide. Bear posted a link to a ‘What Aboutism’ page in response and my mother then asked us all to have some consideration for my father’s views as well. Which pissed me off to no end, because never has my father ever respected anyone else’s viewpoints if they differ from his.

He was born in the late 1940’s when discrimination was par for the course. Into a family that had worked hard for what they had and had come from hard-working families. Unfortunately they, as was normal in those days, shared the same discriminatory opinions and white superiority. I am proud of my family for the hard-work and resilience it took for them to get where they were, working as fishermen and farmers, building fish-merchanting businesses and helping their communities to thrive. In one family there is an MBE and OBE awarded. They have much to be proud of.

Unfortunately the continuation of their white privilege is bitching like a spiteful child about how white lives matter more than anybody else’s, spouting ignorance and a lack of care for anybody other than his own self, as is also par for the course. My father has never given a damn about anybody else but himself and his own feelings. He’s been a Conservative (Tory) from day one and refuses to reconsider his set in stone opinions about anything. Happy to sacrifice friendships and relationships in his steadfast belief that he is better than everyone else, because he is white. Including those with his own children.

Which brings me to the fact that this is not the first time my father has posted offensive content to our family group, nor been supported and accepted for posting it by the rest of my family. And to be quite honest with you it makes me wonder at the ignorance that is rife in my family… So I then pointed out that I had always accepted my father’s viewpoints, despite them being homophobic, racist and just plain wrong.! I asked if the family Messenger group had been set up for keeping in touch as a family or for my father to post offensive content to because he didn’t have the balls to post it to his own Facebook page and didn’t care that it was offensive to his own family members.

I said that if that was what was going to continue to happen I would leave the group. At which point my father left the group… and then blocked me. Childish, as per. Whether he blocked me because I went off about his offensive opinions… again, or whether it was because he suddenly found out I was bi-sexual, and thus an abomination to God, the Universe and him personally, I don’t know. I don’t care. The less toxicity I have in my life, the better. He hasn’t blocked Bear though, which is kinda telling, to me anyway. πŸ˜€


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