The hardest ailments for us to address are often the ones that are the most intimate; the ones that both run and impact us deeply. When that sickness is left unchecked and uncured for too long, those who struggle with the sickness tell themselves to just live with it. They often tell themselves to adjust their worldview and their day to day decisions around this thing that they have concluded is incurable. The problem with this way of thinking is that it prompts
This way of thinking not only accompanies those who deal with physical ailments but social ailments as well. The longstanding effects of the experience endured by African Americans
Why else would we find so many of our people fighting over what isn’t “black” while simultaneously faltering in conversation about what is “black”? What else would lead us to embrace the problematic portrayals of our people while minimizing the more meaningful ones? What would prompt so many of us to value gang activity more than graduations & social media more than social consciousness? What other explanation is there for the way in which we support the things that only value our dollar while
If my people suffer from a type of cultural identity disorder, then the question becomes how can we, as a people, be cured
I contend that the first step in treating our inherited illness is to acknowledge that th illness is psychological and not physical. To do this is to then presuppose that the cure is not found in changing who we are, but rather changing the way we think. We must begin to reject the menial notions of ‘blackness’ that we often accept because they are both encouraged by the establishment & affirmed by our human contemporaries. In asserting our agency, we cannot allow what it means to be ‘black’ to be defined by (or held to the standard) of what it means to be ‘white’. African Americans ought to instead adopt a daily devotion that starts with the ethos of Paul’s declaration to the church in Corinth where he says, “By the grace of God, I am what I am.” & ends with the reminder that the beings that didn’t create us do not have the right (or ability) define us.
Once we do this, as a collective, then the proverbial dominoes of self-determination begin to fall. Dismissing the identity others may impose upon us begins to open our minds to the fullness of what we, in fact, are. Our identity, what it means to be ‘black’ is connected to who we genuinely are as people who are ‘black’. We are more than what gets meaninglessly invited to the White House. More than athletic prowess & entertainment exceptionalism. Our people are more than marginalized media portrayals & contrived caricatures that cage our capacity. If our people are good enough to be copied, then we are certainly good enough to be credited as the original.
African Americans, Black People, Persons of Color, Afrikans & any other label that one is comfortable with, are equal members of this human project on Earth. To explicate the existence of
I am done supporting the symptoms of the social sickness of my people. My conscience leaves me no choice & the extinction of our ethnicity is imminent. The sickness does nothing but spread and cause suffering. I may not be able to help being immersed in it, but I can absolutely help how much of it I ingest. Ironically, this sickness may have to affect communities & people that are viewed as more important before it is addressed (like other “crises” in this country”).
Our people are in need of healing, but so many of us reject the necessary nursing because the sickness has gone on so long that we see it as normal. Black is too big, too beautiful & too blessed to be just one thing. The time has come for us to redeem our blackness from the culture and her citizens who would dare impose it upon us. When it comes to this illness, Black people are both the ailing and the antidote at the same time. This sickness is not unto death. In the midst of this identity crisis, this social sickness, may the God of freedom help us to see clearly what we are and what we can yet be should we just change our minds. We are more than what we have become. We. Are. More.