Tuesday, November 12, 2013


Failure of thought among Africans and people of African descent

- Most of us frown (or even get angry) if people of other races try to put down our race or if they praise their races over and above what we all know our race is. Some of them call us unflattering names and all we do is seek refuge in the cliché that "they're 'racists.'"

The question I ask myself and our people is where's our imagination?

We've been described by a color that's unflattering and we've embraced it like nobody's business. We've gone to the extent that the color has become us and we the color. We've become so lost in the color itself that who we are has become a mystery! We've been forced to see no difference between who we are and the supposed color that has been assumed to describe our skin pigmentation. However ridiculous that comparison is, we appear to have no choice. The color has become our identity when it doesn't capture anything about who we are: our physique, our values, our traditions, our ingenuity, our humanity...

My question is....where's our imagination...?

The people who call us names come up with names to denigrate us and go ahead and suggest how we should feel, and how we should respond to the names they came up with to denigrate us. Sometimes they say nasty words to us because they know "I'm terribly sorry' is something they'll always say afterwards to pacify us!

My question is....where's our imagination?! Why get angry when you can think? Why get angry when you know who you are, your amazing humanity -

~ inspired by the book "Is 'Black' Really Beautiful?" Did you read it? ~
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