Monday, August 23, 2004

Being part of the MySpace group Black/Ebony Folks does NOT make me a racist

Please get on the real tip young people. I know we're all trying to be politically correct and inclusive of all races but let me break it down for my own damn sanity why I like, love, and need BSU at USF and Black/Ebony folks on MySpace.

I am a black woman. I assume my ancestors came from Africa. I assume they were lured onto a ship and brought across the Atlantic Ocean to slave away in the new world and abandon their royal status in their homeland. I assume that the people that owned my ancestors were named Smith and Clagon and Jones and Shipe. Why do I assume? Because my family history is not written down. I can trace my lineage back to when my great grandmother on my mother's side was born 105 years ago. That's not a lot. 4 generations, compared to the 12-13 I hear some people discuss at great length, sucks actually. Nobody wrote anything about my family because I assume we didn't speak or write in English. I know this story is not unique to black people in America. But I feel a deep sadness when I don't have another country to go home to or to call home anyway. I want to explain it to myself but the words aren't really coming together. I can't say that I'm Egyptian American or Algerian American. Why do I only have to attach an entire continent to my American status because nobody's really sure? But that's fine. I can't change slavery or go back in time 400 years to figure it out.

So ... I connect to some people who happen to be my same color and have this same crisis. We talk, we laugh, we fight. We know what the other is feeling and having that security is what is needed for our survival. I'm searching for an identity that I will never find and in that search I am creating an identity with these people who are doing the same thing. It's like baking something from scratch with no recipe. If you don't have the right ingredients you're going to fuck up a few times. Sometimes you'll just want to give up because it's not turning out just the way you want it. But I for one am continuing to try and bring together this community of people: to establish our culture. I know some people want to try to understand: turn my culture into a trend by saying nigga and think that it's all good because they're my friend. But nothing's going to change if you're not willing to put in the educational prowess this struggle deserves. So, cool, come to my BSU meetings. Join Black/Ebony Folks ... I could give a damn. Just know that you aren't going to connect to me the same way if you aren't coming from this struggle. The struggle didn't end with the Emancipation Proclamation or Jim Crow Laws being abandoned. It's been going on. It's still going on. It's going to keep going on. Don't try to say "Oh yeah, I don't know my family history either." This shit runs so deep you can't even begin to fathom what the world is through my eyes.

Just had to get that off my chest. People make me go off sometimes.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Lauren, I'm glad you posted this because I've never thought about it that way before. Thanks for an enlightening thought.

Kathleen