…how strong White supremacy is..it can take something righteous and pure, and turn it into savior complex steeped in White supremacy and Black inferiority.
By the end of my Freshmen year, I was a rebel, as Bob Marley sang, a soul rebel. I had a fire in my belly that was unstoppable. I had acquired all of this knowledge and had what I thought were all of these tools to restart the revolution.
What I hadn’t realized was that my view was totally distorted. I saw the world only through the eyes of Black men. I didn’t respect Black Women revolutionaries …because I didn’t know they existed.
Then one day, while at Barnes and Nobles while perusing the Black Panther section as I often did, I saw it.
In big red block lettering it said Assata. She was the only woman in the section. I slowly pulled the book off of the shelf and opened her up.
And because I am a teacher at heart this made me wonder, well what does that mean, for what we need to teach the youth?
How to examine and manipulate the media.
But most of all, we need to teach them the necessity of community building and the effects of generational trauma and how to turn that into generational wealth and generational legacy.
In order to do that we must teach them the following:
If art imitates life, then the question becomes, why the hell do we as black men hate our women so much? And if we don’t hate them then why do we denigrate and demean them in such horrible ways?