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I recently watched a documentary titled, The Black Power Mixtape 1967-1975 – I highly recommend it by the way; it’s on Netflix – and I couldn’t have watched it at a more appropriate time considering I’ve been plagued, as of late, by I want for change. More specifically, change within my community – the black community.
I like to consider myself Pro-black/ Afrocentric. Black is Beautiful. Black is Powerful. Black is Love. Black is Intelligence. Black is Expression. . . Black is . . . not what it used to be. Especially, not these days – a time when blacks are dying over Jordan’s, starting riots in malls . . . a time when our nation’s youth no longer claim their African heritage, and even take OFFENSE to the idea. “I’m American!” Yah, bitch. You are. But if you neglect the rest of you . . . you’re culture, what do you have? Shit . . . I really can’t even wrap my head around the concept . . . It’s the DUMBEST shit to me. We’ve lost touch. And it’s our youngest generations that are suffering.
Who’s to blame??
We could point fingers all day, but it’d serve no purpose. At the end of the day, WE are in charge of our fate cause nobody’s going to look out for us, but us.
In hindsight, the black community is not to blame for our current situation. Not entirely:
1. Our leaders, ALL of them, like literally ALL of them were struck down in their prime by either gun shot, incarceration, or exile. How do we progress . . . how do we move forward . . . without anyone leading us? THEY put the fear of God into any and everyone who even attempted to take part in the cause.
2. We were set up to self-destruct. After taking our leaders from us, they pumped heroin and crack into our communities. It consumed us, family after family – until our entire foundation was destroyed. It’s real fuckin’ hard to fathom succeeding LET ALONE actually succeeding when you have nothing to ground you . . . which is a problem that still affects our community a great deal to this day. Take a second and think about how many nuclear families you know of within the black community? Meaning, there’s both a mother and a father. Go ahead. Take your time . . . . . .I can count the number of nuclear families I know using 1 hand. It’s a got damn shame.
3. On top of not having any leaders – on TOP of our foundation being nonexistent – our education system has NEVER been equal. And still isn’t. Quite frankly, I’m convinced it never will be. As long as this gap persists, will never be able to make up any ground; we’ll continue to be at the top of all of the WORST statistical categories — unemployment, incarceration, crime, dropout rates, and the list goes on.
We need mending . . . we really do.
On a positive note, we’ve got more blacks graduating from college than ever before, which is good. It really is . . . BUT . . . at the same time — it’s slowly creating a divide within the black community.
It’s an interesting situation. See. The slew of newly educated blacks come from a similar if not the very same background as their uneducated counterparts, therefore, more often than not, the educated look down on the uneducated rather than trying to rectify the situation.
It’s unfortunate . . . because it’s the opposite of what should be happening.
It’s up to the educated — the newly educated — to provide the foundation that our community’s been lacking. To provide leadership. To change our course. Up to our elite, so to speak. This idea isn’t a new one. It goes way back to when W.E.B. Dubois coined the phrase, The Talented Tenth:
With knowledge comes awareness – perspective.
I don’t know . . . I’ll just leave it at that for right now. I’ll come back with part 2 a little later.
Until then,Later Days – MicRNS
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