We tell our stor y in indelible ink
the annals of American history.
We want to be respected for our spilled blood, sweat, and tears. To be paid reparations for generations of free labor, forced contributions of our bodies, minds and spirit, which helped make this a great country
We know that the whole truth of us will never be written, spoken, or acknowledged by the victor, and yet we still pine for it. When will this stop? Not anytime soon. That’s just the nature of historical conflicts.
Yet, we can take it all back. Take back our humanity. Our dignity. Our selves. How? First, we have to begin to believe, and then behave as if we are victors ourselves! But what have we won? Ha, ha, ha! We are still here. Could it be that simple? Yes. I agree that it is imperative that we continue to reproduce. And that we cultivate a certain Negritude (d. the affirmation or consciousness of the value of black or African culture, heritage, and identity), if you please.
But first, we really need to love ourselves. Then, our story will be written, right. After all, it was first told right in oration. Next in evaporated blood and tears.
What we need now is for our story to be published - in permanent ink - and to join other indisputable and indelible truths.
And that brings me to Donna Brazile. She is scheduled to spend an evening at the Miami Book Fair reading from her ‘insider’ story of the Democratic Party where she served as the interim chair during the 2016 presidential campaign.
I’m so glad she was in the mix, and that she has written her truth. But she is being vilified and taken down for telling it like she saw it. The attacks began pre-publication.
Whether all her claims are true, or false, it doesn’t matter as much as that she recorded her perspective.
And Ms. Brazile is not backing down; not one inch. In fact she responded to her critics by telling them to “go to hell.” Write on, Donna.You wrote right.
Black ‘her story’. Black history.