"I don't need a man."
Our easy answer is that white feminists led her to this race destroying conclusion. But what is this a conclusion to? A conclusion comes at the end of something, after all is said and done and all has been taken into consideration. Hopefully, we are not there yet. But where are we? Let's look at the history and environment in which these five little words developed.
A sista said I want to be free to. How can you fight the oppression of the white man and continue to oppress me?
A brotha said I am fighting for the race. I will think about your freedom later. I promise.
A sista said it hurts to love him. It hurts to need him so much. It is good for the race that I acknowledge my need for him, but how can something be good for the race yet not be good for me?
Nothing the white feminists said would have taken such an effect if we had been fighting together.
White man says I'm not a racist
Black man says I'm not a sexist. But he slaps high five with the playas in the locker room when they brag about their latest escapade. Slapping high five with the ones who pee in the pool they have to fish in.
A sista says I have horror stories to tell
A brotha says I have horror stories to tell
We are in a downward spiral--a recursive cycle and we don't know who did what to who first. We just know we can psyche ourselves into thinking we can alieviate our pan by inflicting pain.
How does a brotha continue seeing Black women as queens when he sees a sista in People's drugstore cussing some brotha out on her cell phone in a shrill voice that the entire store can hear?
How does a sista continue to see Black men as kings when the one she thinks is "her man" makes 20 promises and keeps 5 of them just so she can't say he never keeps his promises? She looks at the sista in the drugstore and say I feel you, sista. That could be me.
We need each other. Not as romance objects or sex objects, but as the fullness of the ankh embodying the male and female principles in synergy. Until we master this our unity will be nothing more than painful co-dependence.
Our easy answer is that white feminists led her to this race destroying conclusion. But what is this a conclusion to? A conclusion comes at the end of something, after all is said and done and all has been taken into consideration. Hopefully, we are not there yet. But where are we? Let's look at the history and environment in which these five little words developed.
A sista said I want to be free to. How can you fight the oppression of the white man and continue to oppress me?
A brotha said I am fighting for the race. I will think about your freedom later. I promise.
A sista said it hurts to love him. It hurts to need him so much. It is good for the race that I acknowledge my need for him, but how can something be good for the race yet not be good for me?
Nothing the white feminists said would have taken such an effect if we had been fighting together.
White man says I'm not a racist
Black man says I'm not a sexist. But he slaps high five with the playas in the locker room when they brag about their latest escapade. Slapping high five with the ones who pee in the pool they have to fish in.
A sista says I have horror stories to tell
A brotha says I have horror stories to tell
We are in a downward spiral--a recursive cycle and we don't know who did what to who first. We just know we can psyche ourselves into thinking we can alieviate our pan by inflicting pain.
How does a brotha continue seeing Black women as queens when he sees a sista in People's drugstore cussing some brotha out on her cell phone in a shrill voice that the entire store can hear?
How does a sista continue to see Black men as kings when the one she thinks is "her man" makes 20 promises and keeps 5 of them just so she can't say he never keeps his promises? She looks at the sista in the drugstore and say I feel you, sista. That could be me.
We need each other. Not as romance objects or sex objects, but as the fullness of the ankh embodying the male and female principles in synergy. Until we master this our unity will be nothing more than painful co-dependence.