It’s the subtle things that remind me how class (and race) circulate in this so-called Jamaican Twitter space. And because classism is more than just about money, some of us will always, always miss the point.

It’s in the memes, oh the memes. Nothing we love more than a ghetto gyal meme. There are so many. Nothing we love more than to edit and crop news clippings, even if the person is devastated, like the one woman traumatized by the death of a stranger in the street.

It’s elsewhere as well, of course, but watch the memes on here. Study them. They can help us understand how class (and, therefore, race) circulate. We fetishize ghetto gyal. That’s why Queenie is all the rave right now. But I won’t say anymore on her.

And by fetishize I mean the way we distort the lived experiences, amplify some, flatten some to resonate with our own desires. I keep thinking of that meme where the Bull Bay lady say she a bawl for hungry and my stomach turns to think about how that video has been repurposed.

Here’s a beginner read if you want to learn more about memes and misogynoir: https://www.theawl.com/2014/08/memes-and-misogynoir/#.dsfirp6i8

But aside from memes, a few days ago, y’all came on here and dragged a man for breaking curfew by being outside his house and cheered for his arrest. That is a longer discussion about how little men in those communities fear death because they are already living (social) death.

But the freedom with which y’all talked about his arrest was underwritten already with a general contempt for people like him. And this isn’t just something that uptown people do, the uptown adjacent, the uptown aspiring, and almost all of us actually who were socialized to hate

people like him are implicated in upholding a class system that is maintained in the real world.