Collective Work and Responsibility

Lots of times when I bring up Kwanzaa to my family and friends, they react in one of a few ways:

The sigh: You know the sigh, it’s the: “not this shit again,”¬†sigh. The: “here you go on that Black shit again.” sigh. Or the: “why you trying to take away Christmas from me?” sigh
The awkward silence: You know the blank stare and “why you have to bring this up again” silence. Or the maybe if I just don’t respond you will stop talking silence.
This shit is made up defense: This is my favorite, people will argue to me that this holiday is made up and therefore we don’t need to celebrate it. Ummmmm, aren’t all holidays made the f up. So, because this was made up in our lifetime means that it isn’t valid?

#BuyBlack(on)Friday

In actuality, I’m moving into 2018 with Black subscription services in order to buy my detergent, toilet tissue, tooth brushes, tooth paste and paper towels exclusively from Black owned businesses and producers. Thank you We buy Black.¬†

Building Community. Building Legacy.

We’re planning a conference at the end of the school year, we’re developing Harlem Renaissance inspired Content Salons for educators and we’re cooking up events to celebrate the lives of Martin, Malcolm, and Marcus along with Angela, Ida and Maya.

I met a “real” Native person, or two, or three.

So, in the last 2 years I’ve met and known 3 real Native people. They’ve all looked totally different, had totally different experiences but I met all of them in the course of doing this liberation work.

I think, it might just be getting through my big head that Native people are not the caricatures placed in my mind by years of schooling and living in a White supremacist world.