Come On, White People

As an African American woman, it never ceases to amaze me when scores of White people react with shock regarding unearthed documents about slavery tied to major schools, universities, businesses and banks. I use the word scores specifically because not all White people are clueless when it comes to slavery, but the shock of those who are run in the millions.

Just this week, another news article revealed that an elite prep school in Washington once owned and sold slaves. When African American students were asked how they felt about the “unearthed” discovery, they gave the same statement like all other African Americans, they weren’t surprised. However, they were surprised by the number of White staff and students who were. To put it clearly as one young African American student mentioned a few years ago, “The United States was built on the backs of slaves so we shouldn’t be surprised.”

Think about that for a moment. Why are millions of White people still shocked by “discoveries” like this? Could it be that they really aren’t shocked, but pretend to be out of fear, shame or embarrassment? Could it be that they completely ignored the history of slavery here in the United States? Or could it be that some genuinely were not taught about slavery at the school they attended or at home? I say it’s a combination of all plus some.

Slavery existed okay and there are a lot of famous and not so famous wealthy White families, schools, banks and businesses who reaped and are still reaping the monetary benefits of slavery and its back breaking labor. Is it shameful and hard to admit? Maybe to some. But is it the truth? Yes.

What if I told you there are a number of big banks, schools, universities and businesses who used the intelligence of their slaves and took the credit as their own? If that shocks you, my goodness, it shouldn’t. Contrary to popular belief, slaves were not dumb.

We can’t continue to pretend or be shocked about these things. It’s bad enough that millions of slaves built the wealth of many White families, schools, banks and businesses with nothing in return. To not acknowledge it is an even greater insult to them. They can’t speak for themselves because they are long gone now, but I and others can. We can’t run away from painful and uncomfortable truths, but we can learn from them. Adding to that, we need to acknowledge it rather than hiding it or running from it.

Otherwise, more White people will continue to be “shocked” when more and more “discoveries” like these are made.

The link to the article I referenced can be found here.

Until next time…

Black Poetry

I stumbled upon this breathtaking quote and I had to share it. It stopped me in my tracks and made me somewhat emotional. This poetic quote although brief, is powerful.

You don’t have to be a deep thinker to understand this quote, just common sense.

Paul Dunbar ladies and gentlemen. I cannot wait to read more about him and his written works. His literary pieces speaks volumes about the Black experience.

Until next time…

Second Thoughts?

Good Evening! How’s it going? I hope to find each of you doing well. I’ve been busy trying to play catch up after my move. Now that things are beginning to settle, I’ve had a little time to reflect on my writing projects.

I have to be honest and say that I’ve been having second thoughts about one of the two stories that I’m working on. The Chronicles of Neffie isn’t one of them. I don’t know what to think of such troublesome thoughts except to say that I’m going to go forward any way with writing it. I can’t stop now nor will I share much about it at this point in time.

I knew this one would take a lot out of me, I just knew it, but I have to stick with it. I don’t like starting something and not finishing it.

Oh brother, here we gooooooooo!

Until next time…

Somewhat of a Biography

I am about to embark on something that will challenge me as a person and as a writer. It will take me to new depths, depths that I am a little hesitant to travel. Am I nervous or afraid? A little. Will such feelings stop me from doing what I am about to do? Not a chance.

If the end result will help others, then what I am about to do will be worth it. Sometimes we have to do things that are a little outside of our comfort zone to help others. For me, that includes my writings.

This next piece of written work is going to take a lot out of me. I will see you back here in a few months.

Until next time…

When a Story Is More Than a Story

I’m currently working on a few writing projects and one of them is really tugging at me. Why? Because it’s personal and that’s all I’ll say. I already have a title for this particular story and an idea for the book cover design, but I don’t know if I’ll ever publish it.

I don’t know if I’m ready to share such a story and I’m being serious when I say that. One things for sure: Putting it all down on paper brought me a measure of peace. In other words, writing it all down made me feel better.

Imagine that. Pen strokes and some raggedy pieces of paper was all I needed to relieve years of…

Yeah, I’ll just end it right there.

Until next time…

Too Funny

A few weeks ago, I was trying to figure out the brand name of my favorite doll. I needed to know it for an upcoming Q&A, but for some reason, I couldn’t remember the type of doll she was. I knew that the doll resembled a Black stuffed doll and had a little baby in her arms, but that was it.

Soooooooo, I texted my Mom to see if she remembered and her response was absolutely hilarious. My Mom is one of those people who says what she thinks. Most of the time she’s not trying to be funny, but she is. I love it! My Mom doesn’t care for texting, but check out her reply. She inserts the best emojis. ๐Ÿ˜‚

The good news is that my oldest sister remembered the brand name and when I goggled it, she popped right up! She was a Hugga Bunch doll.

I had the cutest name for her, but I won’t reveal her name here until after my Q&A. When I texted my Mom the picture she said, “Yeah, that’s it.” Mom was right, she did have a big head and a little baby in her arms!

Mom, you are so awesome!

Until next time…