Yesterday, a message popped up on my phone as a result of my blog … How the Other Half Live.
The message was …
“For God’s sake, give it a rest you fucking whiner! So you’re black and you’re gay. Big fucking deal. Who gives a shit? There are people with real problems in the world. People who don’t know where their next meal is coming from. People who are tortured and wiped in genocidal murders whilst the rest of the world sleep quietly in their beds or tap out self-pitying bullshit on the internet. Why don’t you do yourself and us a favour and pull your head out of your arse and take a look around you. It’s not all sunshine and rainbows out there you know. People are suffering also. They just don’t choose to cry about it to their fake internet friends every fucking day! For fuck’s sake. Grow a pair, man up and shut the fuck up!”
Firstly, the coward created a fake Facebook profile to send me the message with the name of Hilda Langenberg.
This cowardice allowed me no right of reply to them, so this blog post is it I guess.
Hundreds of kids each day take their lives through bullying because they are black and gay, two simple things like this. I do give a shit about my race and sexuality, that’s why I ‘whine’ about them often. I thought that was obvious.
“People … are tortured and wiped in genocidal murders” – what the f**k? I live in a supposedly democratic country, where things like racism and homophobia shouldn’t exist – you know, in my ‘sunshine and rainbow’ world.
My balls are very big actually, that’s why the likes of the Metropolitan Police and you do not scare me.
Not one bit actually.
I’ve had a bad week with depression ironically during the week of World Mental Health Day, but I’ve learned a lot too about myself and others.
If you’re going to tell me to … “Grow a pair, man up and shut the fuck up!”, you could do the same by not being a coward and sending messages over the internet from a hole with a fake identity and a fake account.
Facebook tells me … “You cannot reply to this conversation. Either the recipient’s account was disabled or its privacy settings don’t allow replies”.
I often get hate mail, like the one below I posted a while back – simply because, some people do not like me challenging the police. The fact I get them, must mean I’m making a difference?
“my fella said …you are a fucking nigger and fucking batty boy and fucking scum”
Charming, I thought… scum?
I’d report them to the Met, but I know what the outcome would be. Oh, and that’s not a whine.
I’m not perfect, don’t pretend to be. But, I too am not going to stop fighting for accountability and raising awareness of things that are still going on just because I make some people uncomfortable. People, who haven’t the balls at all to be open with their criticism of me.
I write in a transparent way, so that Scotland Yard can challenge me on it. They read my posts, I know that.
That’s about it really.