In a narrow win, Doug Jones has won the Senate race in Alabama. And by narrow, I mean less than 50,000 votes. So, before any of us break our arm off to pat ourselves on the back, remind yourself that this was a race between a man that prosecuted the KKK for the murder of 4 Black girls in a bombing at 16th Street Baptist Church and a man that is accused of being a pedophile. And it was still a narrow win. Let that sink in. We are that far gone in America that people considered alleged pedophile Roy Moore a viable candidate for Senate. Continue reading “Black Women Do Not Exist To Save You”
All you had to do was throw the ball, boy. We concealed this auction block well, didn’t we, boy? You didn’t know you were on sale, boy? Didn’t we tell you to just run, boy? Entertain us, boy. Win championships for us, boy. Stay in your place, boy. Don’t you dare get these other
slaves, Black men riled up, boy. Didn’t we pay you enough, boy? Why can’t you just be satisfied, boy? Stand up and salute this flag, boy. Honor your allegiance to the system, boy. Didn’t we give you enough money to entice you, boy? How dare you reject your master, boy. Didn’t you like your name in lights, boy? Didn’t we stroke your ego, boy? All you needed to do was play the game, boy. Keep dancing for us on Monday Night, boy. Make us rich, boy. We don’t care if you get hurt, boy. Our job is to break bucks like you, boy. Didn’t you know boys like you come a dime a dozen, boy? We can replace you with no thought, boy. Make sure our new boy is a controlled boy. Thought you knew we don’t trust Negroes to be the quarterback anyways, boy. We did you a favor, boy. How dare you turn your back on us, boy. If you are kneeling, it will be before us, boy. Ain’t this game your God, boy? Don’t you see how everyone else bows down before us, boy? Don’t you know what we do to Negroes like you, boy? Back in the day, we let Negroes like you sway from the trees, boy. Make an example outta you, so other Negroes will stay in their place, boy. Don’t you smell that strange fruit in the air, boy? All you had to do was just shut up, boy. We don’t have to kill you, boy. All we have to do is silence you, boy.
In another episode of Black People Been Knew, it seemed over the weekend America woke up and realized that indeed America is still racist. When I logged onto Twitter, many people in my feed were posting about racism like a child that recognizes Mommy and Daddy are really Santa Claus. It was as if I could slowly see the scales fall from their eyes as they realized perhaps the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy aren’t real either.
This blog has been on my mind for several months as I watched the narrative change around saying Black people suddenly turn to People of Color. I, too, got caught up in this phrase and used it in my writing as a way, I believed to be inclusive. However, a few months ago, I started watching how this phrase was used, often erasing Black people, particularly Black women from their accomplishments, challenges, and struggles. In a way for many people to be inclusive of all minorities, they created a phrase that erases minorities. Words matter. Correctly defining someone matters. So much so, that when I pointed out that, “A Nigerian Physician, Dr. Oluyinka Olutoye cut a woman baby out her womb at 23 weeks old, successfully operated on the baby after taking out a tumor, then placed the baby back into the woman’s womb & the baby was later delivered naturally after 36 weeks,” according to Black Culture SA was Black excellence, someone was offended that I took note that the doctor was Black.
This week I had the privilege to teach a workshop on Music/Lyrics & The Movement at the Children’s Defense Fund Freedom Schools® in Knoxville, Tennessee. It was such a beautiful sight to see hundreds of young Black leaders coming together to study, learn, grow, converse, share, listen and ultimately, pause, take a breath and then exhale. These young people accepted the call to help facilitate and impact the next generation of young leaders and game changers. Many of the instructors work in communities that have been ravaged by drugs, violence, and poverty, yet they are committed to making a change. This was wonderful for me to see because lately the narrative of change, revolution and reform has been whitewashed. The Freedom School was birthed out of the Civil Rights Movement under the leadership of Marian Wright Edelman. Despite any narrative that is being told, it is young Black people that drew the blueprint for revolution.
As someone that spends their life trying to improve the landscape of our humanity, I am always delighted when someone approaches me and tells me that they are an ally. If we desire for this world to be a better place, we will get there much faster if we realize that we can accomplish much more working together than apart. In fact, I am always baffled by people that exist in horrendous conditions that cannot see that it is not us that should be fighting one another, but in fact, our fight should be with the few that seek to keep their power and position by dividing the many. Continue reading “Dear White Allies, Stop Dangling Allyship in The Face Of Black People Like A Carrot”
Social media is still ablaze about Roseanne Barr, being who she has always been- racist and condescending, comparing former Senior Advisor to President Barack Obama, Valerie Jarett to an ape. The backlash for Roseanne’s comments was swift, and within a matter of hours, ABC canceled Roseanne’s show, she was dropped by her talent agency, and several streaming networks pulled the older episodes of Roseanne from their lineup. Many of us were stunned at the backlash because Roseanne has always been Roseanne. This is not the first time Roseanne has called a Black woman an ape and more than likely, it will not be the last. Continue reading “Dear Racists, Please Stop Apologizing Because You Got Caught Being Racist”
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!
Fix it, Black Girl. Fix us, Black Girl. Nurse us, Black Girl. Teach us, Black Girl. Be the help, Black Girl. Clean up our messes, Black Girl. Vote for us, Black Girl. Don’t complain, Black Girl. Let us touch your hair, Black Girl. It ain’t pretty unless we say it’s pretty, Black Girl. Give us your culture, Black Girl. Watch us flip it and become rich, Black Girl. Let us kill your sons and daughters, Black Girl. Don’t you dare say a word about it, Black Girl. Who fights for you, Black Girl? Who will mourn for you, Black Girl? You better smile for us, Black Girl. Don’t speak until spoken to, Black Girl. Don’t make demands, Black Girl. Your presence makes me uncomfortable, Black Girl. Why are you so angry, Black Girl? Ignore your health, Black Girl. Put your life on the back burner, Black Girl. Help me fulfill my dreams, Black Girl. Stop taking up so much space, Black Girl. Be all things to all of us, Black Girl. Educate yourself on who we are, Black Girl. Be our cheerleader, Black Girl. Teach us not to hate you, Black Girl. Labor for our benefit, Black Girl. Let us tear it down and you rebuild it, Black Girl. Sweat for us, Black Girl. Dance for us, Black Girl. Be Venus Hottentot for us, Black Girl. Let us rape you, Black Girl. Who’s gonna believe you anyway, Black Girl? Sing pretty for us, Black Girl. Entertain us, Black Girl. Build movements and let us steal them, Black Girl. Let us co-opt your excellence, Black Girl. Just be satisfied, Black Girl. Give us your ideas for our profit, Black Girl. Work for free, Black Girl. Stay in your place, Black Girl. We saved you a seat in the back, Black Girl. You should be thankful to be in the room, Black Girl. Continue reading “You Better Smile For Us, Black Girl.”