I am mad you said it.
Girl sweet jesus girl .
I am crying because
For the first time I believe I can live.
I cried because you said it, I cried because I live it.
I am crying because I feel it.
I cry because people have been telling me I was gonna die for this mouth since I was seven years old.
Because that's what you told mouthy lil black girls and boys, for so long.
Because every hero I ever had that looked like me , that didn't perform,or shoot hoops , or deal in some commerce of the body
At the very least Took a beating , that was just part of the game.
And if you were a black man,
a Malcolm
A Medgar
A Martin
that if you got real good at it , if you truly became one who put your love of god,you love of your people, your love OF THIS COUNTRY THIS FUCKED UP IN SO MANY WAYS, that wrote you into the constitution as 3/5 of a man even as you BUILT THIS ON YOUR BACK BEFORE HALF OF TEHM FOLKS WERE EVEN ON THIS SIDE OF THE EARTH?!?!?!?
THIS COUNTRY
that if you loved it enough to hold it truly accountable , to believe it could truly live up to the promise , if you said that out loud if you said it in any way that was eloquent and intelligent, that was heartfelt that moved people ESPECIALLY BLACK PEOPLE
You were t shirt fodder, for paintings in the living room, but for a life
Not for you.
When this started , even in the primaries, part of the hurt , that infuriated me so wasn't just my fury at the general dumb that is white folk talking bout race, and proper order of firsts
But the fact that everyone WAS COMFORTABLE that he was threatened with death
EVERY DAY
Because in THIS COUNTRY that's what we do to black men
We're not mean to them
We don't just stack the deck against them
WE TRY TO KILL THEM
They just gotta deal with it.
That while this important "first" was being dealt with on one side as what was owed
People was praying he didn't win cause
They couldn't take it.
THEY BELIEVED IN HIM ,THE BELIEVED HE WAS BEST
and they KNEW
they KNEW in their hearts the country they live in the only country they EVER LIVED IN would
KILL HIM
forget not letting him win
forget being cruel to him
KILL HIM
but we go on. BEcause that's all we know to d o.
I have only been in this ocuntry for ONE GENERATION
and I KNOW.
We learned it in our bones.
Imagine those for CENTURIES AND CENTURIES
and oh god oh god
to listen to talk to be apart to criticize to disagree to love to hate
and to know that everyone almost everyone who did any of those things
STILL end it in their hearts with A PRAYER
because we KNEW
and still AS A PEOPLE
eternal canaries in a coal mine.
Only by faith
every victory making it harder to fight this dream
every good campaign decision breaking your heart
Dear God
Bless him Jehovah
Allah
Mother Earth
Yahweh
OBEAH
ANCESTORS ALL
please don't grant us another picture.
Please not another Myrlie
Not another Coretta
not another going back till that ship on that sea woman rocking now fatherless children
Not another beautiful " strong black woman" punished by lonliness for loving a man trying to be good. Not another group of brothers in tears kicking themselves because they FELL FOR IT THIS TIME AGAIN. That they believed that this time work would pay off
We prayed for it,chanted lit candles
and it seems like it snuck up on us.
No one envisioned an obama presidency, not the way we talked about gore or clinton
not that way
because hey 2000,2004
and then last night
sweet jesus
oh ancestors
you mean I get to look at little black boys and say
You don't have to be SOMEBODY
an abstract idea
because NOBODY
actually got to live to see it
Baby you can be PRESIDENT
I get to tell lil black girls some one will call you the love of their life for being you and being smart
to be VIOLENT at the mere thought of people even pretending they knew enough struggle to be " post racial"
to read this condescending over familiar cooption
and KNOW THATS WHAT THIS NEEDED
to not even to understand why you so mad.
and then realize you ain't mad
You so scared
That this this moment you NEVER BELIEVED that you never thought could happen that the man on the scooter in the oxygen mask
this moment even if you don't agree politically
even if you expect to be let down
that when you come from people that EVERYDAMN Thing you did was by faith alone
and that WAS ALL YOU COULD ASK FOR
and now
now faith made this
to realize how small this pain has made your dreams. That at the dawn
at this moment
you don't even know how to ask for anything else
But please
Please sweet jesus
please
please who ever is listening
right now
don't take it away.
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
Can't think after yet
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I'll be praying too, I think.
Wow. I do believe you have outdone yourself. :)
"You were t shirt fodder, for paintings in the living room, but for a life
Not for you."
I'm going to go around and quote that for the next decade or so.
Oh, man. This whole post is great. But this:
you mean I get to look at little black boys and say
You don't have to be SOMEBODY
an abstract idea
because NOBODY
actually got to live to see it
Baby you can be PRESIDENT
I get to tell lil black girls some one will call you the love of their life for being you and being smart
that one really gets me (kids, dammit. the kids always get me).
This post encapsulates why I am simultaneously angry at people cheering the death of racism and also not entirely comfortable with people saying this doesn't mean ANYTHING (which admittedly is my white friend who doesn't like the concept of privilege because he thinks it's mostly used to guilt people... I'm working on him). Because if it means something to that little kid who suddenly has someone to look up to who looks like him, someone to project his dreams onto, someone to consider a hero, however rightly or wrongly because hey guess what, NO I am not about to tell an eight-year-old giddy with excitement about Obama "Well, his health care plan isn't ambitious enough"--if it means something for those kids, then it means something to me.
Your call to all the divinities and energies on this planet is powerful. I lift up your prayers, along with my own. Such a beautiful post.
My altar may burn my damn apartment down with all the candles my ass has had to light lately. Pero si.
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