Margaret E. Jacobsen has a new article for Romper explaining her discomfort with her mulatto children making White friends. Jacobsen wears a ring through her nose like a bull, describes herself as “non-binary” and “polyamorous” and refers to her postpartum depression as a “mental illness” that she “live[s] with” years after the fact. She politicizes her children and dates White cucks despite harboring open resentment towards Whites.
Jacobsen writes in her latest article about how interactions with White color-blind liberals in Portland, Oregon make her uncomfortable:
My children are black and white. They’re extremely proud of their race, but still, I get nervous when my kids make friends with white children. That’s not because I’m anti-white, or because I think that white children make terrible friends. It’s more that I get nervous about what these children are being taught in their homes by their white parents. I get nervous about the language used, statements like “We don’t see color!” or “We don’t even notice that your son/daughter are black!” Or even, “We don’t talk about race with our children. It’s too much for them right now.”
My children know who they are and where they came from. They have been raised to celebrate, acknowledge, and honor their heritage. The thought of sending them to play in a home where that would be questioned, challenged, or in some cases completely ignored, leaves me wanting to avoid playdates with most white families.
She goes to detail how she forces her Black power politics upon White liberal parents and then shuns them if they profess to be color-blind:
I’m a photographer and a writer,” I tell them. “I write about raising black children, being a black parent, and what it’s like to be black in America.” For me, this is a not-so-subtle way of saying, “Race is an extremely important part of our lives and our identities.”
The ideal answer is usually just a simple “That’s interesting! I’d love to read what you write,” or even a simple, honest answer about not knowing much about race relations in our country. But sometimes, it’s something like, “Oh, we don’t see color in our home!” At that point, I make a mental note that we will not be making playdates with that family.
There are a number of take-aways from this article. One is the obvious mental instability of Jacobsen and her desire to check off every liberal victim status possible. Another is her open politicalization of her mulatto kids and the cucky White beta males she dates. Then too we have the unfortunate outcome of interracial mixing and the limbo in which it places children born of such mixing. Finally, the most interesting take-away for me is the contempt with which Black power activists hold White liberals. Despite (or perhaps in part due to) their enthusiastic virtue-signaling and claims of not seeing race, weak White liberals are loathed by Black activists like Jacobsen. As the Alt-Right frequently points out to White liberals and conservatives alike, cucking gets you nowhere. It is time we took our own side.