The Boycott Funny. For years we were told nobody was against us. That racism was over. That we were imagining it. Then people started moving their money. And suddenly everybody had something to say. “We don’t need you.” “You need us.” “We have our own communities.” Interesting. Because yesterday you were smiling. Yesterday you wanted our dollars. Yesterday you wanted our business. Now the mask slips. Now the frustration talks. Now the quiet thoughts become loud words. And the craziest part? We aren’t shocked. We’ve seen the looks. Felt the tension. Heard the whispers. We just couldn’t always prove it. Until now. Not everybody. But enough. Enough to remind us that anti-Blackness speaks many languages. Enough to remind us that oceans change, countries change, accents change. But contempt always sounds familiar.