Being Black

Higgins_Bond_AkhenatonI was 11 years old when I found out I was Black. I grew up around Black people and the only white people I knew were the nuns and my teachers at the catholic school I attended. Everything was normal in my world until one day, my white English teacher made me aware I was different. I adored her and I don’t know how it came up but I asked her what would she do if her son married a Black woman and she said, “Oh no that would never happen. I want my grandchildren to look like me.” Wow. That was the beginning of my journey. It didn’t hit me till then even though two years before I had gotten perfect scores on the Iowa Basics tests we had to take and they could not believe a little 9 year old Black girl in an ‘urban’ catholic all Black school could possibly have scored so high. So they sent a representative to my school to test me alone. I did it again so then I was deemed a genius.

So my journey began where I started to read everything I could find about Black people because I wanted to know why would my teacher say such a thing like something was wrong with me. Then I heard my father curse for the first time in my life when we were driving from St. Louis to Memphis and we stopped at this burger shop where they came up to your car to take your order. We sat, and sat and more cars came and went but nobody came to our car. My father was from New Jersey/New York and I guess wasn’t used to the ‘South” so I learned why Black people always had to pack a lunch. I asked why they didn’t come to our car. I remember he never answered and just kept driving.

My little brain computer started putting things together and the more I read, the more I understood. Nothing was wrong with me, something was wrong with white people. My father soon pronounced he would never work for another white man and he didn’t. But as I sit here writing, I can never recall being told why. Too many of us have never been taught what racism is and how we should handle it. We just learn that we are the ‘OTHER’ and you have to work twice as hard to get half as far, You learn early you are BLACK and that means you are not as smart, not as pretty, not as accomplished, not as valuable. You learn, you know how white folks are but you just have to deal with it.

You see most of us have no clue about who we are and what has happened to us. Most of us know more about the holocaust than the centuries of chattel slavery. The pain of our oppression causes us to do one or more of the following:

  1. Internalize and hate self and become Uncle Ruckus, adopt Stockholm Syndrome where we think of ourselves in terms of our oppressor.
  2. Totally deny the existence of race, racism or the existence of Black culture and live to assimilate at every level.
  3. Adopt aspects of one and two-You know some of your history, you understand racism but you–= blame the victim and think that if you just work hard enough all is well.
  4. You understand white supremacy and know the game and how to play it but never give up your dignity. You understand that if you do not work for nation building among your people you will cease to exist.

Remembering who we are is the entire point of Black History Month but it should be a practice we celebrate everyday. We need to stop being in denial, we need to teach our children what racism is and understand that being pro Black is not necessarily anti-White meaning that there are times to be anti white supremacy to preserve your own culture. Going along to get along has gotten us no where. We need to be honest and take responsibility for our own culture and community and figure out what we have contributed positively and negatively in context of understanding systemic racism and white supremacy. We can’t move forward without doing both.

Being Black is being excellent with a love of self and our people throughout the diaspora and knowing we are the true masters of our own fate. This month read my blogs and together let’s dream a world we have created.

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Niggahs, Coons, Negropeans, African Americans and Black People

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I purposefully didn’t write my usual inspirational post for Black History Month this year because I’ve been too angry. I usually write about our African heritage and the legacy of Egypt. I usually write about all of our inventions from the cotton gin to a golf tee. I talk about our achievements in business, science, sports, music you name it. Just think about the fact that what ever we put our minds to we get done from Sistah Bessie Coleman becoming a pilot to the election of our first Black president that would not have happened without us and brown people uniting because 60% of white folks voted against him. What I’m going to write about is my anger and frustration because I have worked hard to personally achieve my goals of education and business. I’ve created positive black images in film and in print. I’ve mentored, marched and put my money where my mouth is. But at 52 I’ve come full circle and I am back as mad as I was when I learned of the struggle when I was young. That’s why I titled this post as I did and I’ll tell you why.The following definitions cover the gamut of the bullshit we bring on ourselves.

Niggahs–They buy what they want, beg for what they need and are so self centered and materialistic they’d vote for slavery today to have a job, three hots and a cot. They are found in every socio-economic level and do nothing but bitch and moan but don’t do shit but that.They will always exist but we have to just use their discretionary income because they will always spend their money on what they are programmed to do.

Coons–They are often niggahs too but so love the white man they have no pride in their race other than what white folks allow them to and will sell their mother for acceptance. Coons say shit like, “we need to thank the white man for slavery because he civilized us” said by
Rev. Jesse Peterson and Sean Hannity loved it. Coons are House Niggahs that always wait for the crumbs from the white man’s table and will never do anything to upset the apple cart or white people. They are sad and should be ignored.

Negropeans are a step above a coon but still have coon-like tendencies because they tend to intellectualize their coondom by siding with conservative or anybody else by using statistics or false arguments that basically are right wing taking points. They play like they really believe we are in a post racial society and that class issues are the real issues. But as Haki Madhabuti said, “Did the class problem rape your grandmother FOOL?” They just can’t deal with the reality of racism, it’s too painful. Allan West comes to mind.

African Americans–These are the politically correct folks that have some traits from the first three types but live and work to be happy. They go to church, get educated, own businesses but their kids have tablets and the best clothes and can’t f*cking read. They will get their hair done rather than pay a utility bill which really is a niggah tendency but they have the money they just don’t pay their bills. Like a coon they are sellouts, always trying to be the head niggah in charge at their job and are tribal as hell. Like a negropean they can articulate issues but at least they have some semblance of knowledge of their history and will cry fowl to racism. Or the conscious African Americans know their history and what has happened but are so busy arguing with another conscious person about the size of the Ankh they are wearing they never get shit done. African Americans are like pigeons though. You know how if you throw a rock at a bunch of pigeons they flutter all up mad but in a few minutes the are right back in the group walking along. African Americans get mad, emotional for a hot second then it’s business as usual with no follow up or follow through. Unity by the issue but in general, do some work, niggah please. They have good intentions but we know where that leads a road to.

Black People are the people I love and emulate. You know who you are and whose you are. You put your money where your mouth is. You support others. You raise your own consciousness and see white supremacy for what it is and fight it with your success and nation building mindset. You dedicate all that you do by saying yes to the questions:

Are you making your ancestors proud by recognizing their sacrifice with your own?

Are you pooling your resources with those of others to leave the world better for the next generation?

Do you recognize white supremacy and its effects and combat it whenever possible?

Do you love yourself and your people equally and are willing to protect and respect your brothers and sisters?

If you answer yes you are Black for real and you are the reason why I will keep turning my anger and frustration into motivation to make this life better right here right now. To hell with Niggahs, Coons, Negropeans and African Americans that won’t unite. Black People Unite because white supremacy would not work so hard to keep you down if you didn’t have so much to give. The jig is up. If Black People lived up to their greatest potential there would be justice and righteousness for all. Free your mind and your ass will follow. Imagine a world that we could create! Make Black History Month everyday!

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These Three Words

 

I’ve been sitting here thinking about what to write for Black History Month. Should I express my complete and utter feelings of anger at every instance of racism I am seeing on a rise in society? Do I rant on the disrespect for everything Black like the celebrity fight of the killer of Trayvon Martin whose death still brings me to tears every time I think of him? Do I rail on Negropeans like Allen West that want to be White so bad he doesn’t deserve to be in the skin he’s in?

There is so much pain, hatred and emptiness to go around. Black History Week that became Black History Month was started by Bro. Carter D. Woodson to make us remember who we are as a people. It’s human to get mired in the hatred that has and continues to oppress us. Daily news reports of death, unemployment, lack of health care you name it we are at the very bottom or the very top of lists that prove very little has changed in this country. Especially power structure for all you Negropeans that beg to differ because you are a house nigger. Basically that scenario hasn’t change much either. House or Field we make that decision early on and live our lives accordingly, I would have been the one always running or grinding the glass for you know what.

As I get older I find the best way to deal is to love yourself and your people MORE. I don’t mean love as a way to passively go through life and take what’s given to you. I mean it as a way to elevate yourself to a level spiritually that makes you fear-LESS. See racism only works when you live in fear. If you fear the White Man he will always control you and you will never be FREE. A good example to me is this past superbowl. The great white hope Peyton Manning was the man of the hour. He had the best offense in the game. They were supposed to win. But their asses got handed to them. Why? Those young brothers wanted it and did not let the world tell then any different. The young quarterback thanked God after the game. If He knows his creator and is the brains behind the plays, Sherman and the others know who they are and whose they are and they shut it down. They love the game and they loved each other. Period.

The lesson to me is when we love ourselves enough to be fearless in our personal lives and live up to our greatest potential, when we express that love to each other there is no racist that can hold us back. The Jig is up and that’s what white supremacy is afraid of. When you are no longer afraid to be who you are their time is up. These Three Words. Saying and believing it of yourself and your people will give you the strength to fight the fight, build your community, spend your money wisely, pool your resources and create strong families.

I LOVE YOU! Happy Black Ourstory Month and Make it Count!