Today’s blog feature is from my Blog titled “God Saw the Best in Me” which can be found at ndidi-love.tumblr.com. Written on July 31, 2015, this post highlights the need for the global Black community to come together and untie, killing the negative stereotypes within ourselves. Black lives matter all over the world, we can’t say that in America and discriminate against Africans; we can’t say that in Africa and discriminate against African Americans. Read more below!
Black Lives Matter
This is more than just a hashtag. I went to an event last night about Mental Health in the Black Community; I found out that the risk of suicide for Black males from age 5-11 is increasing rapidly. Can you imagine! Wanting to end life at such a young age, our young people need us! What are we teaching our youth?!?! It’s time to teach love, patience, understanding, true friendship, value of self and others, and the list goes on! Our youth need inner-peace and self-worth, teach them that even in their own skin they are valued, not just by what they have on. After you’ve taught them to love themselves, then they will always look their best inside and out. The bible says “my people perish for a lack of knowledge” the knowledge is not found in these songs that we sing, it’s found in history books, the news, and most important, the bible!
Let me digress for a minute, then I’m going to bring it back together…
I made a video yesterday about the stereotypes amongst Africans VS. African-Americans. There is so much going on that these divisions are unnecessary. We need to reach out and help using our resources as much as possible. Don’t think for a moment that any status we have excludes us from racist behavior. I have stories for days and days, e-mail me if you need examples. I’ve been a lot of places in this world, one thing remains, I am always black wherever I go, even when I’m American, I’m black. I love being Black, trust me, I literally love my skin, I can’t wait for the sun to come out, I sit directly in the sun on a 90 degree day, I love getting a tan, I love the skin I’m in.
But watch this…
Because I love my blackness so much I have no choice but to love my brethren and sistren! When I see my people I literally smile, I love the extraordinary things we do! I don’t accept bad behavior, ever, but how can I say that I love myself but don’t love someone who looks just like me? Doesn’t make sense. Even when I see a guy sagging his pants to the floor, I hate it, but I still greet him out of love, and just hope that one day he realizes sagging pants is not cute, but it doesn’t make him any less of a human being. If you want to correct someone, correct them in love, if they reject it, move on. I’m trying to say that us stereotyping ourselves and treating people different based on your perception of your own blackness won’t get us anywhere. Never accept bad behavior, ever, but don’t cast off your people once you feel that you’ve attained a certain level of blackness that separates you from other black people. If anything, be the example, and people will follow. You think if the youth had a better example they’d be out here acting crazy? How can we blame the youth for the youths behavior? They’re out here acting a hot mess and we’re worried about if we’re really African or not. Maybe if the youth understood themselves in an African context and not just a context of slavery then they’d be more self-aware!
Take a good look, travel, see the world, understand people from a perspective other than your own. The African-American experience is not that different, colonization and slavery are interconnected. Africans did endure slavery, why? Because it was Africans that were enslaved, they only became American by force. So when your brother is removed from your land by force, that does affect you; and the same people that removed them, took advantage of your resources, then the same man turned your brother against you, and the brother that has been removed has no respect and now thinks he’s better than you. My friends, it’s a viscous cycle, but it’s a cycle that can end, I’m not saying that the African diaspora will walk in perfect harmony understanding everything about each other, but we can at least use the knowledge we have attained for good and not division. Yes! On both sides there has been discrimination and mistrust, but if you can forgive the colonizer, you can also forgive your brother.
So now that I’ve really digressed, let me try and bring it all together. Our young generation needs us, we can’t lead them if we are dividing ourselves by continent, class, status, income, or whatever else. Love yourself enough to see yourself in your brother or sister. And the best way you can teach love is through love of others. If the youth see us always down talking our own people, they will internalize that more than you think.
Remain in love people 💜