Our slavemasters taught us to hate ourselves and our skin color and to glorify all things White. In the Black community we fear the word Black. We try to deny it, escape from it, remix it. Why do Black women and men deny being Black and want to quickly refer to their complexions as mahogany, cinnamon, caramel, mocha, peanut butter? Why do original people from all over the world who migrate in America have a hard time relating to being Black? We say we are Haitian, Nigerian, Panamanian, Puerto Rican, Mexican, or Dominican. Why do we come up with various ways to avoid calling ourselves Black? Yes, we all have a “nationality.” But all of us are Black, our slavemasters just spoke different languages. We were enslaved in different parts of the world but the end result was the same. The Honorable Elijah Muhammad teaches us that Black is not a color, it is the essence from which all colors derive and or come from.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Jul 2013 22:53:57 +0000