Where is that Black woman who wants to be free? Who wants to mix her education with Big Mama’s recipes and grannies knowledge of medicinal herbs from the same garden from which she feeds her children? Where is the Black woman who can open here mind to Black Classical Music like Coltrane, Pharaoh Sanders, Nina Simone, Abbey Lincoln, and Cassandra Wilson? Sisters, your children can’t develop a thug mind and will become geniuses with the right musical vibrations going through their heads. Like a friend of mines use to say, “you can’t listen to John Coltrane and then get up and go out and commit murder.” Where is that Black woman who wants to help a Black man grow his own food, who wants to hang pictures of their ancestors above the altar next to prints of Billie Holiday, or mask of Oshun and near “real” paintings by dedicated and struggling “real” Black artist. Where are the Black women who fall in love with serious Black artist and musicians, like they fall in love with professional sugar daddies, thugs and would-be Rappers? Can Black women pick mustard greens while listening to Charlie Parker, Miriam Makeda, Sweet Honey In The Rock or Fela? Where are the sisters who desire to see Black families free of exploitation by big business and utility companies…sisters who wants to home school, loom, make their own clothes, investigate and use alternative energy, read non-fiction books to develop the mind and try to live independently. Where are the Black women who can see beyond the superficiality of Kwanzaa celebrations and desire to embrace the true spirit and philosophy of the Kawaida theory or Elijah Muhammad’s original teachings of actually “Doing-For-Self” and rejecting the fashions, styles and arcane social standards imbued in Europeanism… Where are the Black women who can let that pork chop and porterhouse go, and put life back into the pot and watch their men live strong and long, and their children become almost disease free. Where are the Black women who can remove their vanity to breast feed their babies? Where are the Black women who practice the ancestral ways to cure themselves and their family? Who can regulate their bodies with the moon and the stars? Where are the Black women who have gotten back in touch with the study of their female intuition and unique mother wit…to navigate her family through the unseen mysteries of life? Where is the Black woman who is not afraid of change and a serious minded Black man? Where are you Sister?