2010 – 2019 Decade in Review
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Catastrophe struck the black diaspora only 12 days into 2010. The death toll of this tragic event left us with an estimated 200,000 black people dead with hundreds of thousands more left to pick up the pieces of their ruined lives.
These numbers are alarming but don’t ring a bell for the average black American. A few reasons. These events happened outside of the borders of the United States. Also, everyone who died was dark-skinned complexioned and draped in poverty. Harsh, but true. Lastly, we were not told to care. Has anything changed at all in the last 10 years?
Let’s start with what did change. It’s fair to say that the death of Mike Brown reminded everyone that the mob is alive and well. They never left. The rallies that ensued, the marches and demonstrations at the centers of black cities across the nation made everyone feel a sense of pride and urgency again to fix what’s wrong with America. It absolutely made for great television. The conditions of our neighborhoods remain the same.
Any time period of my life that I spent trying to convince someone how much I should matter to them was immediately followed by a period of growth and a disappointing feeling of how silly I must have sounded and looked. That’s Black Lives Matter. Enough said.
Black love has emerged back to the forefront as something we all need in our lives. Not just in relationships, but more importantly to ourselves. Our self-image has been poisoned from day one and its not easy to overcome. Seeing black women by the wave learn about their hair and share tips with each other is absolutely amazing. Witnessing the open conversations about being teased for being too dark or too light as a child so we can flip those feelings into pride, incredible. The most organic love will always start from within and then grow outward.
We have a newly rekindled love for our brilliant history. We have all been witness to enough slave movies and stories to last ten thousand years. The “we were kings and queens” movement was mostly to inspire people to begin picking up books to learn of the glory. We were not all enslaved, nor were we all royalty. The beauty of who we are is in the balanced truth.
Entrepreneurship has skyrocketed. If you want t-shirts and hats, haircare/skin products, or handmade jewelry, black folks now have you 100% covered. It’s beautiful to see us supporting each other and seeking economic independence. Next step: product diversity and customer service improvement.
Everyone is gaining a voice. Struggle will hurt women in the community because they are not afforded the proper environment to explore the true powers of their feminine energy. Let them be heard and take heed to their wisdom. The same goes for gays, black immigrants, the disabled, and especially our children. Everyone should feel safe and comfortable when amongst each other.
There was a point in time when I would tell people I did not eat meat or fast food and the bewildered shock was extreme enough that I feared the pig shards flowing through their veins were about to cause immediate cardiac arrest. We finally care about our health and it is magnificent. To see black people have Instagrams, YouTube channels and entire social media accounts dedicated to helping us eat better is exactly what we needed. Health truly is wealth. Round of applause.
Social networks have hurt us dearly. Facts are overruled by opinions. Opinions are validated as fact by groupthink. Celebrity worship. Degeneracy is accepted as long as it can be made into a meme. People who recognize the negativity are indirectly consumed by it, trying to point out how wrong it is. Not to mention it’s the easiest way for agents of chaos to make fake accounts and cause deliberate divide between us. It works flawlessly.
Black men and black women are unable to discuss our issues with each other without it turning into the fiercest battle you will ever see. We were quite literally bred this way, for this very purpose. Destruction. To contribute to gender wars on any level is the highest form of treason against our people. An understanding of history, accountability, and love will solve the problem. Anything outside of that, consider yourself the mutant child of social engineering. Filth.
Diaspora wars are not new but they have been heightened recently. This is more behavior that reeks of tap shoes and waxed floors. If you are going to do the bidding of those that wish to see us fail then please castrate yourself so any memory of you will disappear shortly after your demise. So simple. One blood.
The overcompensation of the suburb negro quickly becomes a very thick cancer amongst us. The suburbs are not the problem. Upward mobility is natural for us. The hood provides elements of poverty to keep our children tough. In the suburbs, there is a requirement of black parents to provide enough discipline to make sure our youth still have a backbone and a sense of self. Black self. Without these tools, they become soft in the mind and eventually become spawns of white teachings. Then they get to college, grow an afro and preach to us about their newly discovered black struggle while Assata cringes on that worn-out black power shirt.
When Nipsey Hussle was murdered, we all felt it. We all felt each other feeling it. That’s the power of our collective connectivity. The 2010s were about discovering ourselves and then fighting ourselves about the discoveries.
Moving forward. Build, connect, share knowledge and make connections. Love hard. Always remember our hatred and negativity towards each other was something that had to be conditioned into us over hundreds of years. Any contribution towards this continuation should lead to your immediate termination.
Lucky for you, we aren’t that organized. Yet.
Much love to the upcoming decade where we can build on the positive and learn from our mistakes.
Blessings to all of us. Shout out to Haiti.
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