I created and shared this blog three (3) years ago. Because it's apropos for these catastrophic times, and because I have many new followers, I'm sharing again.
Whiteness, inextricably bound with white supremacy, is a depraved condition. It is a condition that has spread thick layers of oppression over and destruction throughout the land. White people’s limited awareness and acknowledgement of racial disparities in this country is pervasive. Yet, the depravity of whiteness manifests itself in every realm of reality.
Physical. Whiteness is a curse. In Africa, the birthplace of humanity and civilization, white people (albinos) were cursed, cast out as lepers and banished to caves (leper colonies). Since emerging from those caves, their anger, hostility and fragility have been far-reaching as they set out to mask their inferiority and convince themselves and others that they are superior beings. Instead, they have proven to be a plague to the planet,...
White folks always expect Black people to take the high road:
These are prime examples of the sociopathy of white supremacy. What you don't seem to comprehend is this:
THIS IS A NEW DAY.
Black people are not passively turning the other cheek, debasing ourselves to assuage your guilt and shame, catering to your—what I call—fragilitis, or affirming your maladaptive social behaviors. We are coming for what is ours... and we are not coming meekly or quietly.
Until Next Time,
This being Black is a special calling not for the faint of heart. As we navigate this global pandemic, I'm reminded that oppression is not new to our community. We have encountered and risen above the worst circumstances and conditions.
(Excerpted from my anthology: Why Black Lives Matter (Too): A Revolutionary Call to Action)
Black people have been through many traumatic experiences. Our hearts have been cut deeply. Our minds have been twisted. Our bodies have been abused. Yet, despite all that we have been through, and though we may be weary at times, we are still here.
We were kidnapped from our native land—Mother Africa, yet we are still here.
We were shackled in chains, and crammed into the bowels of ships headed for the New World, yet we are still here.
We were forced to sail for weeks, months—and sometimes a year—amid inhumane and diseased conditions, yet we are still here.
We were torn from our families and loved ones, yet we are...