There’s an online petition leveled against EURWeb over writer Cory Alexander Haywood’s Black woman-bashing piece, “The Black Hat: Hey Sisters, Feel Free to Pursue White Men; They Don’t Want You Anyway.” The petition, which calls for FBI intervention, is a wee bit too hyperbolic for my linking and reads as one of those unfortunate forms of virtual protests that I have often complained about in the past. Still, even if I don’t agree with the petitioner’s methodology, the anger that spawned it is justified.

Haywood’s essay is more than worthy of public griping and deserving every form of damning reasonable people can think of. It’s a stupid piece of work from an ignorant man looking for the sort of attention he evidently didn’t get enough in other areas in his tragic life that has gave way to such hateful views of the women in his community. A Black man clutching patriarchy more lovingly than a Black woman is not a new concept, but the desperation many outlets have with regards to netting web clicks has given it a new life. If you told me I had six seconds to end that life, I’d say, “Hand me the knife.”

Haywood tells Black women to “loosen your extensions and think for a moment” when he should actually be standing in the mirror and telling himself the daily affirmation, “Think with your brains and not your balls.”

He quips about Black women’s “Kentucky-fried ignorance” as if he doesn’t sound like your average toothless, White racist prick who longs for the days when Black people knew their place and picked cotton.

Naturally, he talks about “ratchet” women and tells them that when it comes to dating White men, “you’re nothing more than a social experiment, a walk on the wild side, a phat ass, full-lips and a willing mouth, a way to piss off mommy and daddy back home in Iowa.”

As if this diatribe couldn’t get anymore repugnant—and predictable— he naturally cites Scandal and Olivia Pope and proceeds to declare, “And if he impregnates you, it’s his features he hopes will manifest on your newborn (aside from color, white folk love them some brown nigga babies).”

There’s also a particular sect of White folks also love Black people that do their dirty work for them. Ironically, Haywood goes on to complain about Hollywood and how Blacks have been “exploited, objectified, degraded, and befouled you sexually.” This is why a writer must proofread: You’ve got to know when you sound like a hypocritical jackass after a few paragraphs.

Cory Alexander Haywood is free to be as stupid as he pleases, and to his credit, did a remarkable job of riling people up and getting his literary diss record to Black women passed around on social media. It did wonders for his profile, but it made me feel less than happy with EURWeb. I understand that bills must be paid, and thus advertising revenue has to be generated, but if the Washington Post’s op-ed writers – particularly Richard Cohen – have taught us anything, it’s that we already have plenty of White people at mainstream outlets going out of their way to demean us, especially our Black sisters.

Why in the hell as a Black media outlet, do you want to do the same?

Is giving up a safe space for Black women less important than a certain number of Facebook likes?

We can be critical of each other constructively, but at one point do we reach an accord that a certified personal fitness trainer like Cory Alexander Hayhood has no business commenting on anything besides a surefire way to tone your abs after Thanksgiving? I’m fighting the urge to vomit in my mouth over the mere fact that I’m given this nitwit with more attention. Nevertheless, I do so because I’m wondering when people will stop giving these sad little Black men platforms to spew mindless drivel in what ought to be a safer place for Black women?

Everyone has an opinion, but not everyone deserves a voice. It’s fine for people to work through their issues through their art, another to allow someone to denigrate their own for the sake of pure spectacle. The same can be said of Orville Lloyd Douglas’ self-loathing essay “Why I hate being a Black man.” However, that was published in the Guardian so it’s not surprising to see how that man’s personal tragedy made its way there.

We should know better. Actually, we do know better, only I wish more of us acted like it.

Michael Arceneaux is the author of the “The Weekly Read,” where tough love is served with just a touch of shade. Tweet him at @youngsinick.