
At this point, you know the story by heart. Rachel Dolezal, the former president of the Spokane chapter of the NAACP, has been living life as a poser black chick. She’s either completely unaware that she’s lying through her liar hole, or she’s certifiably insane, because she’s been doubling down like crazy in recent interviews. She’s completely unapologetic and STILL tells interviewers that she identifies as an African American.
Her mother says she has serious issues.
I’d say.
If you thought she was ridiculous in her interviews on The Today Show and MSNBC, get a load of this.
On NBC Nightly News Tuesday, Dolezal actually said that no one can PROVE that those pesky white people– Ruthann and Larry Dolezal– are her biological parents.
She’s seriously resorting to that argument.
“Up to this point, I know who raised me,” Dolezal told NBC’s Savannah Guthrie. “I haven’t had a DNA test. There’s been no biological proof that Larry and Ruthanne are my biological parents.”
That’s when Guthrie mentioned her birth certificate. It names Larry and Ruthanne as her parents, and Dolezal was all, “ LOLZ yeah but still. I’m not saying they aren’t. I just enjoy being a lying mysterious hosebeast.”
Eh, her actual reply was similar to my version.
“I’m not necessarily saying that I can prove they’re not,” replied Dolezal, “but I don’t know that I can actually prove they are. I mean the birth certificate was issued a month and a half after I’m born. Certainly there were no medical witnesses to my birth. It was in the woods.”
When Guthrie asked her who she thought her parents were, she replied, “I don’t know.” I’m serious. (On a side note, I’m guessing the white girl with straight, blonde hair in the old pictures is her evil white twin, "Machel Dolezal." Totally not her.)
Also, she called her lies “creative non-fiction.” But don’t worry, she only did it to “survive” and “protect” those she loves.
She then doubled down on her double downing and basically put her hand on the Bible and said she was black.
"Nothing about being white describes who I am. So, you know, what’s the word for it? The closest thing that I can come to is if you’re black or white, I’m black. I’m more black than white. On a level of values, lived experience currently. In this moment, that’s the answer. That’s the accurate answer from my truth. But I hope the dialogue continues to push against, ‘what is race? what is ethnicity?"
OMG. I can’t even with this. I can’t. She’s obsessed with race. Since when does your ethnicity have to define you in such an extreme way? Who lets skin color dictate their life like that? I don’t live my life waking up and going, “Ah. Yes. I’m white. My whiteness MAKES ME WHO I AM.”
She seriously believes that she can change her race on whim, simply because she “feels” more black. She can’t relate to being white. Being white apparently means that you relate to every other white person and embrace every aspect of “white culture”– whatever you consider that to be.
NEWSFLASH: There are so many white people that I can’t relate to, it’s ridiculous. But I’m not going to transform into some delusional seahag and change my race to one that I think suits my personality better.
Does all of this lying physically pain her?