Savior Syndrome: Black Folks and Allies

savior complex is real

There’s an epidemic in our community. Some black folks are sick. Savior Syndrome is an ailment that’s highly contagious. It’s almost like “The Vapors”. We seem to latch onto folks who chill with us under the guise of being progressive and our “allies”.  They regurgitate our words, give our plight validation and we relish in their cute little anecdotes. We like their pages and share their shit without hesitation. They seem to be in the “fight” with us. They “swoop down” on oppressive whites to bring “justice” to the helpless negroes.

“Thank you, Savior!” *insert a shitload of sarcasm*

Photo courtesy of Feminista Jones

Earlier this week, I came across this gem and it said EVERYTHING that I’d been feeling for over a year. I’ve mentioned this in a few groups that I’m in and had meant to write about it. It’s been sitting on my heart for a while. I had looked for the right words to convey my feelings. I’ve found them.

Like many of you, I followed the pages of the above-mentioned people. I am, purposely, not sharing their links because they do not need ANYMORE fuel to their self-absorbed fires. Yep, I said it. Call me a hater. Call me mad. Call me whatever your heart desires. I’ve nothing for them or anybody else who makes THEIR living from OUR PAIN.

I don’t believe in allies. We don’t need your help. We have enough viable and passionate leaders of our own to work our campaigns for justice and equality. It’s that simple. I don’t give a fuck about how many black chicks you date or how many black folks who “high-five” your regurgitated rhetoric. You aren’t original and I see you.

I see how you leave it to our skinfolk to reprimand and shut down the other black folks who dare to call you out. It’s a punk ass move and I’m not mad at YOU. I’m angry with the “brothers and sisters” who, blindly, ride for you as you line your pockets from our experiences.  I am pissed off at the folks who will defend your bullshit like our lives only became valid because YOU said it was worth talking about.

While YOU “tell” our narratives to “progressive, liberal media” and your praises are sung across the heavens, we are vehemently marginalized by these same fucking people because black lives really don’t matter unless there’s a nonblack savior attached to them. EVERYBODY knows about black suffering but you or your cohorts wouldn’t last five minutes in our shoes nor would you fucking trade places.

School those racist fucks in your respective countries who marry white because black is beneath them. Talk about the colorism in YOUR OWN world. Oh yeah- NOBODY wants to hear about it because black strife and agony are commodities that only matter to the highest white bidder.

Interestingly enough, many share my sentiment. I hope others come around and leave your contriving ways behind. We need to contain our struggle to our own circles. We, ONLY, need you to stay out of our way and teach YOUR OWN communities about what we go through. Find a lane and stay in it. If you want to help, you’ll tell all of those “allies” who want to help to talk to the people in the trenches. At the end of the day, you get to return to your comfortable space and not be black. You get to stroke your wack ass ego about the “word” you gave and rejoice about how white folks big you up at our expense. I’m not here for it. AND I’M NOT HERE FOR YOU.

This isn’t even about you so much as it’s a wake up call for my brothers and sisters who are ready to demonize the people who really do love them and have their best interest in mind.

We need to stop waiting on a savior and save ourselves.

Being “woke” means waking up.


K. Araújo, a native Detroiter, is a cross between Claire Huxtable, Rosie Pérez and Millie Jackson. Widow, bruja, Oni Yemaya, palera,  professional dragger of filth and Mami to the dopest Ethiopian EVER, she is the Editor in Chief of “Negra With Tumbao”, Staff Writer for “The Urban Twist” and a freelance contributor for major publications like The Root, VSB, Huffington Post, My Brown Baby and The Glow Up.

​Keka has been known to shake what her mama gave her, is the hell and high water, an expert salsera and cussologist with a penchant for the finer things in life and is and forever shall be- unapologetically black.

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