I
have been black all the days of my life.
It's less about skin
color and more about a mindset and a way of life. It's about fried
chicken, collard greens and slab bacon, chitlins, black-eyed peas, and
rice. It's about the sounds of the inner city: Marvin Gaye's Inner City
Blues, The Supremes and The Jackson 5.
It's about the Four train
and the D train and Harlem. It's about how newly laid black tar seduces
your nose and how you find thousands of meaningful ways of writing your
name in drying cement. It's about stick ball and crate basketball.
Blackness is about
listening to your parents as they tell you not to give the police any
trouble if they stop you; about holding your tongue as they rifle
through your pockets or shine a flashlight in your eyes. Blackness is
about Kool Aid and Carolina rice with butter or sugar sandwiches, Red
Devil hot sauce, and buying that Dream Book for your grandmother.
It's about watching the
men on the corner play dice and drink Thunderbird; or buying Colt-45
like Billy Dee Williams said and wondering why no women showed up like
they did in the commercial.
Blackness is about the
pyramids of Egypt and the Stock Exchange of Wall Street; about
education, articulation, denigration and oftentimes, emasculation. It's
about coming to a country as a slave and literally, building it into a
world power. The soul, the essences of blackness is about double dutch
and hopscotch, George Washington Carver and Langston Hughes, DuBois and
Booker T. Washington, about Ralph Ellison and living as an
"Invisible Man."
It's about
"friendship being essential to the soul" and solitude being
equally as vital. It's about climbing trees and the laughter of children
and trying to understand the language of that laughter.
There are no boundaries
to this blackness. You can be as pale as the passing clouds and still
embrace it. If you can understand these images on any level, then you're
as black as I am.