"What was that? Who was that? I'm not going, they might be shootin'...," the paranoid black person says. So afraid that someone "...will do, going to do, might do..." that the man or woman doesn't do! She isn't going to step out of her comfort zone and go to a predominately non-black event. He refuses to go anywhere that he has heard about black folks acting up even if it is a rumor or no drama has jumped off in years. "Don't expect to find me there, you know how our people can be!"
What is it about being so worried or nervous about something, someone or some group that keeps many blacks from progressing? This paranoia personality disorder is readily accepted because momma or daddy acted that way and so did many others. When the paranoia kicks in, don't expect to see Aunt Mary, Uncle Tommy or any other relative on the plane traveling anywhere, seated at the cookout if it's at a location that they feel is "ghetto," or taking a chance on going somewhere with "...dem white folks."
The paranoid black is caught up in a mentality, passed down from elders, who feared the white slave master, the white boss, the white lynch mob, and everything else in between. They feared being free to use their minds and build their lives without little, if any, assistance, and worried that someone or something would be taken from them. So some of our people hoard, hide, lie, steal, and of course work real hard to keep what little they got. He or she doesn't trust, love, or believe in too much of anyone or anything. "Where's my money? Did you take my money?" grandma cries out. "It's right there..." a grandchild responds. Not long afterward, grandma is off hiding her money just in case her grandchild is tempted.
The relief for the paranoid black is to recognize when the worry is coming on and not to feed into it. Those who observe paranoia in others should expose it while making the person feel at ease. "I don't want your money, I have my own, but I can help you look for yours," one might tell his or her worried grandparent. Rather than, arguing and acting like a fool, offer to help the paranoid and if they don't want your assistance, move on. Constant worry will only further enslave an already twisted mindset and when some are too far gone, there is nothing anyone can do about it except love these people from a distance.
Nicholl McGuire
What is it about being so worried or nervous about something, someone or some group that keeps many blacks from progressing? This paranoia personality disorder is readily accepted because momma or daddy acted that way and so did many others. When the paranoia kicks in, don't expect to see Aunt Mary, Uncle Tommy or any other relative on the plane traveling anywhere, seated at the cookout if it's at a location that they feel is "ghetto," or taking a chance on going somewhere with "...dem white folks."
The paranoid black is caught up in a mentality, passed down from elders, who feared the white slave master, the white boss, the white lynch mob, and everything else in between. They feared being free to use their minds and build their lives without little, if any, assistance, and worried that someone or something would be taken from them. So some of our people hoard, hide, lie, steal, and of course work real hard to keep what little they got. He or she doesn't trust, love, or believe in too much of anyone or anything. "Where's my money? Did you take my money?" grandma cries out. "It's right there..." a grandchild responds. Not long afterward, grandma is off hiding her money just in case her grandchild is tempted.
The relief for the paranoid black is to recognize when the worry is coming on and not to feed into it. Those who observe paranoia in others should expose it while making the person feel at ease. "I don't want your money, I have my own, but I can help you look for yours," one might tell his or her worried grandparent. Rather than, arguing and acting like a fool, offer to help the paranoid and if they don't want your assistance, move on. Constant worry will only further enslave an already twisted mindset and when some are too far gone, there is nothing anyone can do about it except love these people from a distance.
Nicholl McGuire
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