Hey Destee fam! I'm sure you all are aware of the new HBO show, Def Poetry, that aired last Friday night. If you watched, then you recall a very heartfelt poem by a Palestinian woman who was pleading for us to basically not blame all palestinians for what took place on Sept. 11th. She moved me very deeply with her words, and this is my response to her. Let me know what you all think! I heard a poem on TV the other day A sista wrote about her plight as a Palestinian which right now is an unpopular skin to be in. Basically she said don’t blame a race for the ignorant actions of a few… And it got me to thinking It began to make sense, My sista, if you’re listening welcome, to the Black experience. See your people are colored but that’s never been your name or your identity you’ve never lived with the shame of being dragged from your home or had a cross burned on your lawn or had a man in a white sheet beat the sh&@ out of you for no good reason. You’ve never been told to sit at the back of anything or to pick massa’s cotton before the heavy rains come in. No, see your people came here by their own free will to be scientists and computer technicians, not shipped here to be field laborers and slaves robbed of their ambitions, Chained together and stacked like blocks one on top of the other left to excrete their bodily functions on each other. See, sista I’d say ya’ll have it easy. The harsh reality of it all is that you’re hated because someone like you bombed the US, we’re hated for just being – black. We are judged and characterized by a language, called ebonics by some, our music, (hip-hop is the root of all evil) our style and the way we wear our hair (corn rowed, dreadlocked, weaved, extended, pressed and curled) Nothing about us seems to fit in this America that government and our President are trying to save – from your people. This America, this land of the free and home of the brave never gave a **** about the hands that formed and shaped this nation or the blood, sweat, and tears of every house or field negro that made the grass grow, the flowers bloom or the rivers flow. Now, I’m not unsympathetic to your cause because I too am “colored” (in the descriptive sense of the word) meaning my skin is brown, However, the difference is that once it’s all said and done, when we finish the fighting and declare who has won you and your people will go back to being scientists and computer technicians and we’ll still be, in the back of the caucausian mind – *******, coloreds, coons, monkeys, rag-a-muffins, nappy heads you name it, we’ve been called it. These days, it’s not quite as blatant cause the court system doesn’t play it We holler, DISCRIMINATION and somebody’s gonna have to pay some big bucks to shut us up. But it’s still there looming in the shadows waiting to find a less bold cover to take the place of what was so blunt before. Emotion is high and the hatred of the Palestinian man, woman, and child is running wild. I cry for your pain because I know what it’s like to feel your back break from the oppression and the depression that follows cause you’re left to feel less than human. And while I’ve never personally experienced a beat down because of my color or actually been called a ******, when it was done to my brothers, sisters, and forefathers it was also done to me. When my young brothers walk down the street the normal reaction from the white man is to change sides, clutch purses, or put their head down to avoid eye contact because if they looked in our eyes, they’d have to recognize that we too have a soul. And these reactions stem from the media’s depiction of us on the news we’re robbing, killing, stealing mostly in our own neighborhoods but it’s still enough to invoke the fear that one day, the black bandit, who’s up to no good, will come near. Listen, I am an educated sister with a bachelor’s and master’s degree but do you really think that corporate America is ready to embrace me? Some of us have made it to the top, praise God! But there are still too many of us suffering in misery and poverty looking for a way to survive in a world that just wasn’t set up for us to win. I pray for you and the others like you who are feeling helpless and ashamed of what took place on that fateful day September 11 where death swept by and took a whole lot of people with it. Hold your head up high and realize the beauty of your “stubborn hair” and chocolate eyes. You are not the enemy, ignorance is – And this battle we are fighting is not ours, but HIS! So in these moments when the pain gets intense Remember you’ve had a taste of the Black Experience.