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”
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.”
Once again, I awake to yet another social media post about a White woman calling the police on a Black person for doing everyday things. This time a White woman was filmed calling the police on a group of Black people that were barbecuing in the park. I will post the video below so that you can watch the incident unfold for yourself.
After calling the police and they arrive, almost as if on cue, this White woman, has an emotional breakdown, weaponizing her tears because White women are always allowed to be the victim.
There are some things that are so synonymous with and ingrained in Black Culture that as a Black person, you are just supposed to know them, understand them and like them. For instance, I HATE rice. I have tried rice every which way possible-fried, sweet, savory and still, I just do not like it. I believe it is the texture that makes me refuse rice at every turn. Whatever it is, I just do not like rice. Never have and never will. Once I told this to a friend, he said he was revoking my, “Black Card.”