Uprooted...

I feel the blacks were the lucky ones. Their location, the prior precedence, the blacks just had the luck. Bought in Africa, brought to America, the country of freedom, independence, and post altruistic religious fanaticism. It was the birth of the modern era.

You see, I know of the harsh realities that once plagued the people of the African American demi-culture. I understand the duplicitous racial segregation. I understand the primal fears that plagued the majority by this dark-skinned "pagan" minority. Their skin so dark, their lips so big, their size so outlandish, their talk so menial. They were the perfect prey. I also understand, how the Negros of the past, who have made the "nigga's" of today, also still have it hard. There is a definite racial segregation that is hidden behind words but still corralled in thoughts. I understand how this segregation has turned into what is now coined as a form of "racial profiling." I see how persons' predilections of another can form stupefying judgments based on a person's color as opposed to a person's soul. I get it.

But go with me on this. This was done so quickly and in a world that was fleeing religious absolutes that it provided so many blessings for a race, a people group from being wiped out. You see, the minority was so opposed and treated indifferently due to the color of their skin in such a short period of time, it brought about a radical opposition. This heresy of human exploits, mobilized people in efforts of hope and change. Men and women were so brutally treated from rapes, lynchings, beatings, and so forth, that men and women who were unable to justify the injustices joined the movement. There formed a voice against this definite evil. This mobilized the blacks, and forced them to unite. These people were in a world that was slowly changing a to more civil ranks, incurring peoples to assess their actions as actually humane versus inhumane. So the world saw, or the Americans saw, quicker than they're given credit for, and adopted a save-face changing credo that began to see the blacks as equals.

Well what did the blacks get from it. Well they have their own historical society, their own historical month, they have their own style of music, they have a renaissance named from its famous birthplace, they were mobilized and brought together forever uniting their people with heritage, culture, and skin color, men and women were forced to really understand and look at what it meant to be an American-Negro, and quite honestly, it created a whole counter-culture. American slavery rooted a new heritage, a new culture in a world of recycled identities.

But my heritage, and many of the sorts whose identities of ethnic descent who came later, who were not forced into a new world out of an old womb, but came to in a world out of the ideas of a false hope are forever being erased. There is no civil actions to unite us. We are constantly told in whispers of how are inherent cultural actions are wrong, how are methodologies of understanding are a bit askew, how we with heritages rich and full are not really right. My heritage is being washed away to allow the pure ones, the colorless ones, to continue on with their power and control. Many persons with a past that spans from different worlds will never be able to tell let alone show following generations how the families before them worshiped, ate, and just shared each other as a family. There is a definite power still defining right and wrong, good and bad, however, there is no great offense to unite those whose lives and history are being stolen from them. It's as if the root is not being forced out, but the plant is gently being uprooted slowly and as painlessly as possible.

The blacks got lucky; their hope catapulted them forward. Our luck, has yet to come and my hope is fading.



Be Relentless,
Peace
Remoy