When you choose to be unapologetically Black , it shouldn’t be on a when-I-feel-like basis. You know , with one foot in the Eurocentric Starbucks and straighteners world; and the other raising a fist with your printed turban made ethically in Namibia. The thing is, once you stare racism in the face, you realize you are stronger than you thought. You ask, really, is that it?
And of course, we shouldn’t have to deal with discrimination and have our warrior shield on 24/7. But being charged higher car insurance in a Black neighbourhood, getting stopped by police yet not having police assist or side with you when you need help , and being told “Go back to Africa, you f—– n—–r” are part of the parcel of being melanated, at least while white supremacy is still the order of the day.
I’m not saying we should accept abuse, ostracism and blatant racial harassment and profiling . I’m saying we need to be fearless . We need to be strong. Because white supremacy is fear, hatred and evilness wrapped in a white suburban house with a picket fence and a little Retriever in the front. It’s in every institution that was not created by and for Black people .
And until we can put away our armour for good, we must not fear.