covert racism

Niggers & Blessings in 2013

Disclaimer:  I am blatantly using the N word to make a point. Not meant to offend but to educate

So hear me out…

Yesterday was a beautiful day! I was a proud youth leader as the kids in my church killed the flash Mobb performance, dancing to Yolanda Adams “I Believe” for youth day. And instead of a sermon, we had Guy, who is a refugee from Darfuri speak to the congregation about his experience.

So to say the least I was in a pretty positive place after leaving service…  About 2 minutes later I was called a “Nigger” for the first time in my 24 years of life .

I wasn’t mad though…I was more like, really my dude! I understand you yelling “watch the sign” but why you have to add “NIGGER” to the end of the sentence? How is that even relevant to my driving ability?? (Replay of my exact thoughts)

As I continued to drive home I figured I guess I was lucky for it taking this long for the word to be directed specifically to me.  Still taken aback I wondered… What does it mean to be called a Nigger  in 2013? … While the First family is currently Black!?!

           It means covert racism and mental slavery is some genius ish! And we need to open our eyes before we end up back in time!

To be called a Nigger in 2013 was a blessing for me because …

  1. It touched a nerve and evoked an emotion
  2. It sent a message to my soul saying this is not right
  3. It motivated me to act as a way of responding
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Actually hearing the word NIGGER… brought home the idea that mental slavery is so00 much more dangerous then being slaves in the field. It blinds us from the reality of our current situation and makes us complacent, content and comfortable with the uncomfortable.  Its why a majority of the black community is surviving instead of living.

It’s time we free ourselves from brokenness, illiteracy, systems, and dysfunctional family cycles.  Educate ourselves so we can be advocates for our community and let go of that Government “assistance” that has become our modern day master!

I’m tankful that white man felt compelled to call me a Nigger.  What homeboy didn’t know, was that I’m not your average N*****! Though he didn’t make me angry, he did fuel me to fulfill my purpose,  in educating these brown beauties out here that we STILL have work to do and something to prove!

We have to prove that…

  1. Our ancestors did not get jailed, beat, abused, raped and killed in vain
  2. We are capable of all things & no weapon formed against us shall prosper
  3. Our mind can beat their words if we are committed to educating it
  4. We deserve the best and we wont settle for less when it comes to justice

So thank you Mr. White man,  I was getting a little to comfortable in this utopian, liberal facade called Madison Wisconsin. I promise you every brown girl that crosses my path will have an opportunity to be apart of the REVOLUTION…And believe it will not be televised.

Run tell that!

When was the first time you were called the N word?