Hartford Courant (Sunday)

TO BE BLACK MEANS TO KNOW SADNESS

- By Bryce Harris

There’s something I need to get out, because it’s always rubbed me the wrong way. In the past few months, most of this country has gotten a glimpse into the nightmare of what it can be like to be Black. You’ve seen us die, and you’ve seen us react to that death with widespread protest. You’ve seen us put our lives on the line because we want to have lives to live at all. We largely survive. We do not live. There is a difference.

As always, when the Black experience is thrust into the spotlight in any way, our resilience and our pride always come with it. Our unbreakabl­e nature — it’s always marveled at. I remember when Botham Jean’s brother hugged the woman who murdered a member of his family, and many of you remarked on the strength that took. After that, you moved on, with this image of enduring Black strength to make you feel good.

No.

Stop moving on. Stop feeling good. We don’t move on, and we certainly don’t feel good.

As someone with a little over two decades of experience as a Black person in this world, I thoroughly believe that the most essential component of the Black experience is sadness.

That’s not to say this is the only component, of course. The complexiti­es and nuances of the Black experience are too vast to boil down to a single word. There are many other words that can be applied to every possible interactio­n, microaggre­ssion and occurrence that affect us uniquely. Examples include:

Exhaust: to drain of strength or energy, wear out, or fatigue greatly, as a person. Consider an Auburn University study of nearly 400 African Americans from around the country, which shows that encounteri­ng racism can lead to higher levels of stress, which in turn causes cells to age more rapidly, adding to evidence that racism is not only a social and moral dilemma but also a public health issue.

Confusion: perplexity or bewilderme­nt; or when you hear white people say they’re “tired of hearing about race” when their inherent built-into-the-foundingdo­cuments-of-the-United-States-ofAmerica privilege ensures they face none of the effects that mass incarcerat­ion, job and housing discrimina­tion and white nationalis­m have on your people (but they’re the tired ones).

Disappoint: to fail to fulfill the expectatio­ns or wishes of; or when you see people who claim that they love you vote a man who vehemently pushed for the execution of five innocent boys (four who look just like you) into the White House, and when you see your former hero Kanye West support that same White House resident.

Rage: angry fury; violent anger; or when you hear stories of what the

New York Police Department has done to people like you, such as Abner Louima (beaten, kicked in the testicles and sodomized with a broomstick), Amadou Diallo (shot 19 times out of 41 total shots for reaching to pull out his wallet), and Sean Bell (50 rounds shot into his vehicle, killing him and severely injuring his friends).

I say sadness is the underlying root of our whole experience because each of those words, and any word you want to attach to the Black experience, can be tied back to sadness some way. Reading that Auburn University study was saddening. Hearing that people are tired of talking about racism induces a sadness bordering on pity that certain people completely lack self-awareness. Sadness stemming from disappoint­ment watching those you love make decision after decision

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Deeply private thoughts about public matters that puts your well-being in danger is self-explanator­y. Rage is a feeling that gives way to sadness eventually, when you realize that your humanity will rarely be a factor to the people that are there to protect you — in theory, of course.

Sadness applies to everything: the fear that comes from countless court decisions acquitting state-sanctioned murderers in uniform, the revelation and subsequent displeasur­e that your true history was never taught to you (or anyone else), and even to the pride that you cling to so tightly because you really have nothing else to hold on to.

That last part is an important one, because Black sadness and Black pride have always been and will always be linked. We are renowned for our unbreakabl­e spirit, our capacity to forgive, our adeptness at making the most out of nothing. Yet those triumphs all come from places of being brought to breaking points, having to forgive the unforgivab­le, and constantly making Dior out of dirt.

Sadness shows in our cuisine, where things like pig intestines are now considered delicacies for the world to try but only because it’s all we were given to eat, and we had to make do. It shows in our sports stories, in which athlete after athlete endures

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