Vernellia RandallWhen I was growing up our obsession was skin color. You were a good skin color if you were "paper sack brown" or lighter. My foster mother made a comment to me that my sister, brother and I were close enough to being "paper sack brown" that we would be okay. She said "you are lucky that you aren't very dark skin". When I was nineteen (and working at her bar) I met a young man in service whom I like a lot. He was very dark skin - "blue black". He had a friend who was "so light he could be white". My mother was beside herself. "Why", she ask "do you have to like the dark one?" "If you have children with him" she shouted "they will be too dark!" I remember saying to her: "The Blacker the berry the sweeter the juice." And she retorted - "Yeah, but who wants diabetes" . . . The black obsession of the 40's, 50's, 60's - skin color. Yet, being too light was also a problem. . . black people would accuse light skin people of "thinking you were white." My birth mother's family could claim multi-racial status if they were of this generation. My mother died when I was really young. But I recently comment to an aunt that all of them except one married very dark men. . . . . "how did that happen?" . . . I asked. . My aunt said, "I don't think it was deliberate. . . but it was hard growing up light skin in the 20's and the 30's. Being light skin can mean being too dark for whites- too light for blacks. . . . . The Black obsession of the 20's and 30's - skin color. . . I first notice the resurgent of the obsession over skin color on television (about 10 years ago). "Have you noticed" I commented to my son Tshaka " that on MTV all the black women are very light skin and all the black men are very dark. What's with that? Have you notice that except for comics and singers black actors are pretty much limited to light skin women, dark skin men?" Then I notice the personal ads. . "Wanted professional black men (honey tone). ." honey tone (hmmm now ain't that something) . . So, being "black and proud" is fading to "if you are black step back". . . And we disguise our obsession in the the trap of ancestry. . "I am African, Native, Italian" , we announce proudly. . . Who isn't I think? Black people by definition are mongrels. . . . .The obsession of the 80's and 90's skin color - disguised in ancestry . African American - a made up name - for a made up people. True Africans have tribal connections. . We were snatched, sold, stolen from different tribes. We were forced to develop kinship relationship with people whom we had nothing in common but the color of our skin. We were force to give up language, religion, customs and all apparent sign of our former culture. Over the years into our rank came any person who had "one drop" of black blood. Our collective ancestry includes every ethnic, national and racial group on the face of the earth. Our defining factor is our black ancestry and our culture born out of American racism and slavery. But slavery and racism have made us obsess with color. Where the benefits of society is distribute by skin color. . . then we want more. . . Where jobs and resources in a society are distribute based on color? Not just black and white but shades of black? The we want more. . . What we are, is not good enough. . Like the hungry orphans in
David Copperfield "Can I have more please?" French, Spanish,
Japanese? Italian, Chinese,
Thai.? Irish, Swedish,
Navajo? Cherokee, Russian,
British? Obsessed with skin color, ancestry, full of self hate and self doubt. So we let our children, divert us into obssessive conversation about who or what is Black. Children, who may be grown, but "who wouldn't know how to pour piss out of their boots if the direction says turn straight down", not because they aren't intelligent, smart and capable (they are) but because they haven't had life experiences to temper their ramblings. Our children, many of whom have been sheltered and protected. . Our middle-class, over educated, over protected children. . foolished children. Who tend to forget that they are just one white person's breath away from being "just another nigger". . . from one paycheck away from being poor. Don't get me wrong. I respect the intellectual capabilities of our children. . . but intellectual musings have to be tempered by the cold hard realities of experience. I have two children. I know that they are intelligent and capable even brilliant. . . I also know that they sometimes say foolish things. . . that comes from the lack of experience. "Wait", I say "Comeback to me when you are 35, 45, 55. Let me see what you think then when you are tired, in trouble and the world is biting you in the ass." Everyone come backs eventually. . . even if it is for a short period. OJ came running back to
his family. . . . Everyone eventually comes back. . . even if it is merely a self-serving moment. When I hear individuals talk about their lack of identification with African Americans. I think - - Wait. But what's our
excused. My niece. . decided when she was eight that she didn't want to be called Kuya. . she wanted a name like the other kids. . so she started calling herself "Mary" We did not obsess over her comment. . . we saw it for what it was. . a child not wanting to be different. . We laugh. . teased her little bit. .. and continued to call her "Kuya" all her friends called her Mary. Now Kuya is 23. She is proud of her name and has named her daughter RuKiya. . . I laugh .. asked her. "I thought you would have named her Mary." She laughed. . . and said. . "Oh that was just a phase" Why are we obsessed what a child calls him or herself? is it because it is our obsession too. As a culture, we are still young. African Americans are the youngest culture on the face of the earth. We were only born into being in the last 300 years. We are still growing and developing and defining. Perhaps its not obsession but normal growing pains? Of course a person can
call himself (or herself) whatever she (or he) wants? We can call ourselves whatever we want niggerit doesn't change who we are. We are When white people kicked their children out because they had a drop of black blood . . . we accepted them
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. . we accepted them.
. . .generous . . .strong . . .survivors There are no others like us on the face of the earth!! |
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