Blacks Addicted to White Supremacy, Why?

The Southern Truth 

By Gloria Zuurveen, Editor-in-Chief, PACE NEWS

Profound. Provocative. Painfully true.
It may make you shift in your seat, but the truth is this: too many Black folks, whether knowingly or unknowingly, are suffering from an addiction—an addiction to White Supremacy.

Yes, it’s an addiction. Not to a substance, but to a system—a beast that masquerades in consumerism, cloaks itself in capitalism, and parades around in the name of progress. But for us, for Black people, it has been anything but progress. It’s been regression, redlining, and re-enslavement of the mind and spirit.

This isn’t about pointing fingers, it’s about raising consciousness. Because we can’t heal what we refuse to feel, and we can’t overcome what we continue to excuse.

Why are Black folks addicted?

The answer lies deep in the soil of America’s past—planted by Jim Crow and fertilized by systemic lies. It’s the residue of slavery, reconstruction, and the backhand of civil rights betrayals. We’ve been conditioned, brainwashed through education systems, media messages, and theological manipulation. From plantations to pulpits, from slave ships to shopping malls, the programming runs deep.

We were taught to aspire to whiteness—its aesthetics, its authority, its approval. We were told to mistrust our own, to doubt our beauty, our brilliance, our birthright. We internalized the notion that success must be validated by proximity to whiteness—its institutions, its corporations, even its gods.

And thus, many of us are lost.
Lost in labels.
Lost in name brands.
Lost in status symbols and social media reels.
We’ve traded our cultural wealth for material trinkets—fattening frogs for snakes, selling out our legacy for a seat at tables that were never meant to nourish us.

What is White Supremacy?

It ain’t just a hood and a burning cross. It’s more sinister than that. It’s the invisible hand that controls the paycheck and the promotion. It’s the unspoken rule that Black excellence must first pass through white acceptance. It’s the false belief that whiteness is the standard, and everything else is “diversity.” It’s when Black children are punished for their hair and their heritage in the classroom, while white children are praised for mimicry.

White supremacy is the gatekeeper of our housing, our health care, our headlines, and our hopes.

But here’s the Southern Truth:
You can’t be free while loving your oppressor’s system.
You can’t build Black futures while borrowing blueprints from your colonizers.
You can’t serve two masters—one that made you a slave and another that calls you divine.

What’s the cure?

It starts with reconnection.
Black men and Black women must come back home—to each other.
No longer divided by class, career, or confusion.
Not judging each other by light skin, zip code, or Western education.

We must come back with love.
Not just romantic love—but communal, revolutionary love. The kind of love that says, “I see you. I need you. I trust you.”

We must unplug from the matrix of mainstream validation and begin to resurrect our own standards, our own schools, our own systems of accountability and achievement. We must know our true history—not the watered-down version taught in public schools, but the truth of our ancestors who ruled before Europe had a name.

White supremacy is an addiction.
It is chemical, emotional, and spiritual.
But so is liberation.
And liberation begins with withdrawal—from their lies, their systems, their games.

It’s time to detox.
Time to decolonize.
Time to divinely rise.

Because from the foundation of this Earth, it was people who looked like you and me—Black and bold—who birthed civilization. That’s not a myth. That’s biology. That’s history. That’s Southern Truth.

And when we reclaim that truth—not just in words, but in works—we’ll walk free.
Free from the lies.
Free from the addiction.
And free into the future.

Let the healing begin.

The Southern Truth