A series of events has led me to this realization.
First Lady Justice (more on her at a later time and possibly a new nickname) pointed out that I slip into a black slang whenever I was talking about my kids at work. Then when I was explaining my tattoos I remembered the pro-Black tenor that inspired me to get them in the first place.
Now I have just finished talking iwth Nitro and realized that once upon a time I was a liberal. This whole moderate embrae was just some compromise to make me happy that maybe things weren't as jacked up as they actually are. But no. Truth be told I would like in a democratic socialist country where the government could take 60% of my income just to make sure my schools were top notch, I didn't have to pay, and if i did happen to get sick I wouldn't need to see a bank official to take care of myself. Plus I wouldn't worry about getting old either.
Currently I am having a discussion with my boy Top Bananas about the absence of black skaters at the X Games and why they wren't there and the absence of blacks in a myriad of sports. And I'm kind of angry. Does our almost instant dominance of the sports we do pick up scare the white establishment? Even int eh more conventionally "white" sports like tennis and golf, the two or three blacks playing kill it. Once it was Arthur Ashe and now james Blake is looking more and more lke the best American now that Mojo Roddick has been stinking. Tiger needs no words at golf. And the American soccer establishment which is so so so white, still had like 3 black guys starting at the world cup. When 27% of your starters are black when only 13% of the country is, don't you think some urban soccer programs are needed just so you can win the one tournament you've been the laughing stock in? Auuuuugh.
I still despise black people from time to time but like Huey says in the Boondocks, they're our people and we gotta love them. And I love black people. I love my blackness. I love that in these songs that I listen to and is ingested by a mostly white populace that there still is something they can never understand in each note. A tenor of struggle and disillusionment and pride with each measure.
Say it loud, I'm black and I'm proud.
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