Today many across the world celebrated Prince Harry and Meghan Markle declaring their love, devotion, and entering into sacred vows among family, friends and loved ones. We should have known with Meghan getting married on the birthday of civil rights pioneer, Malcolm X, today would be a day of Blackness. I was just waiting for the collard greens, fried chicken, BAKED (not on the stove, Karen) Mac and Cheese and Hawaiian Rolls. Hold the sweet tea; I AM trying to do right. Give me some of that Beyonce I Aint Sorry Lemonade, a side of Coming to America Cornbread, and Red Hot for my greens and I’m good!
There has been a lot of talk about a Black woman, oh yes, Meghan is Black, don’t get it twisted and start none of your shit, marrying Prince Harry. Sidenote: Look, the ONLY time White people seem to want to claim someone as half White is if they have accomplished ANYTHING great in life. You are just another Black person until you become the lead principal dancer in the ballet or become the President of the United States. Ask Misty Copeland or Barack Obama. Then many White people come out of the woodwork and try to claim that you are White. I am not saying don’t claim being White and Black but what I am saying is that MANY White people NEVER step up to claim ANYONE that is biracial unless they do something ASTRONOMICALLY wonderful. Until you do that, you are Black just like the rest of us. So don’t come on my blog with that bovine spillage because I will not stand for it.
Now back to the #BlackerthanBlackRoyalWedding.
Meghan arrived stuntin’ in a Rolls Royce because when you about to be a princess that is just what the fuck you do! As Cardi B.said:
I just arrove in a Rolls
I just came up in a Wraith
I need to fill up the tank
No, I need to fill up the safe
Meghan Markle
Yesss Meghan pull the biggest heist of all time and return our jewels and art! Fill up the safe! A girl can dream. Siggghhhhhhh….
Killmonger had a good point. Black Panther Movie
Anyways…The day started with a lot of pomp and circumstance no one cares about because as with any wedding, we are all concerned about the bride. Meghan was cool, calm and collected as she flipped the scene on Driving Miss Daisy and rode in the back of a Phantom Rolls Royce with her shea buttered locs Black mother, Doria Ragland. And all of Black nation paused. Doria’s locs were glistening and snatched back under a cute green hat. Doria wore her nose ring because BITCH TRY ME! YASSSSS!! I am chuckling typing this!
Then we get inside and honeyyyyyy it was time to go to church! Glory! Bishop Michael Curry didn’t shuck, and jiving wasn’t on the agenda either. He stood in that space and spoke truth to power invoking Dr. King and the old slave spirituals! Is there a blam in Gilead!! I was just about to break out into a praise dance. Shonda!! Eh! Glory! Hallelujah! He spoke about love and fire, fire and love and I promise I got out my ten dollars to give an offering! Hey! Won’t He do it?! Somebody take this tithe! Glory! The crowd looked confused as hell! The didn’t know if they should clutch their pearls or shout amen! LMAO! Glory!
Bishop Michael Can-I-Get-An-Amen-Curry
We had a Black cello soloist, a gospel choir, and the electric slide. Okay maybe not the electric slide but you get my point.
Meghan Markle knows EXACTLY what she is doing today. None of what transpired today just happened by coincidence. It was all intentionally and well orchestrated. And when you have THAT HUGE of a platform, why not use it to speak truth to power? Meghan stands in space where someone commented, “Obviously, 70 years ago, Meghan Markle would have been the kind of woman the prince would have had for a mistress, not a wife.” Her race is not in the background. I am sure Meghan is fully aware that is a Black woman that is now in one of the largest platforms in the world. And she used that power and privilege to highlight the Black struggle and uplift Black excellence. It would have been EASY for Meghan to forego Bishop Michael Curry coming to the wedding. It would have been easy to have a White cellist play the solo. It would have been easy to tell her mother, “For today can you just wear a wig with more “acceptable” hair.” it would have been EASy for her to ask her mom, “Can you just take your nose ring out for today?” It would have been easy for her not to let the choir sing, This Little Light of Mine- a gospel tune from the 1920s that became an anthem for the civil rights movement in America in the ’50s and ’60s.
But Meghan chose not to take the EASY route. And that is what I ask of you? Are you taking the EASY route or are you challenging yourself to speak truth to power even when it is difficult?
I remember in January of this year I had the opportunity to perform poetry with the Louisville Ballet. I was honored. Me, a Black female poet standing on the stage with professional, seasoned dancers. A space that doesn’t often highlight Black women. I assumed they would ask me to do a poem about roses and sunshine. Something EASY. But the choreographer that I was partnered with was a Black man named Brandon Ragland, and he was clear, he wanted his piece to be about social justice, and my heart soared. Without saying a word, we KNEW this was our moment. This was our moment to speak truth to power in a setting where conversations about injustice were not the norm. So we seized the moment. We grabbed hold of it tight and didn’t let it go because that moment was bigger than us. We were standing for every Black person that came before us and every Black person that would come after us. We had NOTHING to lose by speaking the truth. We are already being discriminated against. We already face racism daily. We already are being gunned down in the streets. So why not at least try to say something against injustice in a space that we had to claw our way into?
That is what Meghan did today! She stood in a space and used every way she could to allow the truth to go forward! She seized the moment!
What is your moment?
Will you be ready when your moment comes?
Will you have the courage to stand?
Will you stand in your authority even if you are afraid?
Will you speak even when the world shouts for you to be silent?
What will do with your moment?