“Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen…”
Whether you’re fighting for respect in corporate America, fighting off gentrification in your community or just trying to make it alive from point A to point B, it’s no lie that being Black in America sucks ass at times. It’s like you can’t get ahead for nothing. At least when trying to be legit. Being legit and playing by the rules when the rules are set against you is the hardest thing to do. Especially as a black person in America. As Tupac put it, “it’s hard to stay legit and still pay ya rent.” So, we get our hustle on. Since nobody will hire us and get killed for trying to provide for our families…
I don’t know about how anybody else feels, but I’m tired of this sh*t. I’m tired of talking about what’s wrong with our situation on social media all day and then getting distracted by the next reality TV beef or manufactured epidemic. I’m tired of telling my kids that they just killed another black man for being black. I’m tired of black on black crime instead of using our resources and anger towards the real problem. And most of all I’m tired of my people still being publicly executed, while the world watches with no remorse.
As a black woman in America with black sons, black friends and black family, what has gone down this week has stirred so many strong emotions in not only myself, but others that usually seem more concerned with the glo up and bagging heauxs than fighting against systematic racism and inequality. With multiple killings at the hands of law enforcement just days after Independence Day, it appears that Black people as a whole are finally starting to tune out to the distractions and wake up to what’s really real. And I couldn’t be all the more happy, fearful and excited. “At the same damn time.”
“Don’t Talk About It. Be About It.”
So what can we do. Hit them where it hurts (their pockets)? Hit them where it hurts (literally)? Or just continue to pray it out and hope that things turn out for the better? Although I strongly believe in God, I also believe in action. So, I strongly believe that we need to come together like other communities and keep our black dollar where it belongs. In the black community. Instead of making other people rich, let’s make ourselves rich. Because at the end of the day, this country was built on our back, while we continue to make them rich by buying their brands and patronizing their businesses, trying to feel adequate and enough when we were born more than enough.
Remember Black Wall Street? The Harlem Renaissance? The Black Panther Party? All great forces to be reckoned with that we can still learn from today . I don’t see why we can’t improve our situation by looking to the past, educating ourselves and strategizing for a better future. So, instead of posting memes all day let’s all put our brains together and come up with solutions instead of complaints about our problems.
The Revolution Will Not Be Televised…