If you have been listening to Beyoncé and her music for a while, if not always, you realize that she always has something to say stringing together her sounds to tell a story and giving us a glimpse at her depth.
Conscious in thought, provoking in spirit, a beautiful and prideful piece of artful prose, mixed with melodic and transcending music that fit each scene.Beyonce’s work often embodies the world today, mixed with strength joy and an unyielding sense of determination in what she writes.
How amazing that in 2020 we view so little in the terms of “positive” programming that feature a black cast that we are not seen in a light that does not encompass our death, dysfunction and pain. But the tide is turning.
With networks such as Disney plus opening more depth in its programming, exploring more in terms of culture and allowing people to share stories of the world, 2020 may be the start of a new beginning where we will representation of all us.
Beyonce’s woke work, embodies the opposites and celebrates the contrasts and she has successfully and artfully shown what she states is “the historical impact of slavery on black love, and what it has done to the black family, and black men and women.”
So join her on this journey with stunning visuals, that brings artists and others to the forefront for story telling and alot of love. “The ancestors never left you,” Beyoncé says in another voice-over. “You can’t wear a crown with your head down.”
Our world is unhinged, BLM, ANTIFA,”I CAN’T BREATHE ” are phrases and new mantras for a another tumultuous period in our history. The political parading and posturing have become the fodder for social media, while ground warriors walk the world disrupting the very fabric of the veil that blinded our eyes.
It seems there is a season for all things. It can be a fleeting one, or can be moments infecting us with pain and knowledge with fear but hope and reflection to compare.
One such season occurred the summer of 1919. Coined “ Red Summer”. Due to the lynchings and violence against AfOne such season occurred the summer of 1919. Coined “ Red Summer”. Due to the lynchings and violence against African Americans across the country. Coupled with the Jim Crow era in full bloom, this violence was seen throughout several cities including Chicago and Washington, DC,
After WWI African American soldiers thought with their participation there would be peace. They were mistaken, as misinformation, lies to fuel white soldiers, a fear of black evolution became drivers in the murders of hundreds of African Americans, with the worst being in rural southern areas. Whites laid waste in black neighborhoods, stretched cables across the street to prevent fire trucks from arriving, and there was no police intervention.
African American soldiers fought back to avail. Throughout the cites, towns and farmlands. African Americans without any assistance violently and with a reprehensible viciousness lost family, friends, and property. Thousands of lives lost along with broken promises of peace after war.
The pain and degradation in reading about this is heart wrenching. But I suppose the worst is seeing where we are today as African Americans still fighting to be seen as human.
But there is a difference in our fight. As now the world does not just watch. They fight with us.
If you knew of the “Red Summer” or any other shock of African American persecutions is of no consequence, as new history is being made and some redemptions of that past is being waged.
You cannot shut your eyes to the past
But you can use it to fuel the future, redeem the wronged and fight with the knowledge that you are now a part of history that may finally bear the fruit of freedom
So I am a good 15 minutes away from Washington D.C. Everyday until about 11pm thereabouts, I hear helicopters, police sirens and ambulances. Lately I don’t know if I live in Montgomery County or in some post apocalyptic dystopia waiting on a superhero to commence the battle into a triumphant ending. But alas, this is the current state of things as protests and rioting continue over the death of George Floyd.
Music execs Jamila Thomas and Brianna Agyemang, deemed Tuesday, June 2 a day to pause all business and take a stand against the “racism and inequality that exists from the boardroom to the boulevard.” coupled with a website https://www.theshowmustbepaused.com/ and information
Many people from social media and music platforms are joining.
We are at a tipping point in this crisis, especially with states slowly reopening, and still so many people out of work. The right person/leader/candidate with the right voice can move people in directions. What can be scary is what direction we are moving towards.
But, today I digress and save my thoughts for another day.
Today, in whatever way we can we stand together to say “no more” to injustice on a “human level” We are all Americans and no matter your beef with your neighbor, your disdain for another’s culture, your ignorance that repels you due to the color of skin. Our country, our government should see us all as “Americans” and should protect our basic humanity.
The walls, the bars, the guns and the guards can never encircle or hold down the idea of the people. -Huey P Newton
You know I got a bit of age on me, so I remember when NWA scared the bejesus outta the white establishment. When the FBI deemed them “dangerous” The freakin F.B.I !?
I remember when I was kicked out of the mall, because some of us in our group wore one pants leg up, like LL Cool J. It was considered a gangster-style and gang-like, hell, my high school banned it also. So, of course, we turned this fashion statement turned into a symbolic middle finger to the powers that wanted to control our freedoms.
We were in the midst of a cultural war and we won.
Yep… we won
The 80’s and 90’s saw innovation, creation, a whole lotta firsts such as: Black Entertainment Television and lexicons of speech that are still used today. African Americans were being recognized for their excellence, in everything from politics, to entertainment.
Then in 1991: Rodney King
I remember sitting with my mom and dad watching it on Television. My dad saying “yep, things are going to change now, they finally got it on camera.”
We marched, we fought, we separated. We wore symbolic clothing, coined phrases, “Its’ a black thing, you wouldn’t understand”
Our music, became an anthem, a movement. We pridefully walked down the street gawked at and admired for our strength and resilience. Yes, there were still persecutions, but we were bound in one voice, in one stance, and we created our own.
It just faded, like a tumbleweed blowing in the wind where we once held a mantel of greatness. Forgotten in the heart and minds of our age group and put in a museum so people can either remember when, or wish they were there.
In a way, I thought the world was better. I grew older, joined the Navy, had children of my own and used those stories for training, pride and backup when I needed to tell my children the plights, rights and triumphs of black people.
But the ugly head of history reared and away went simple stories and entered the new and horrific reminder of black lives in this country.
Now we live in an age of “Karens” “Black lives Matter” and see Video after Video of black men, women and families harassed and murdered. Huh!?
Candidates stating “You ain’t black, if you don’t vote for me!?” and we are saying…oookay!?
Did my generation fuck up somewhere?
We (African Americans) are conditioned to fight. Someone pushes us, we push back. We march because that’s what we know, we make videos and songs, because that’s what we know. We are back again in what we know. So its time to do what we know…Move!.
1920s saw the “New Negro Movement” not submitting to the practices and laws of Jim Crow
1970s saw the “Black Power Movement” which grew out of the civil rights movement
2000s: “black lives matter Movement” birthed from the death of Freddie Gray in Baltimore
Each created from the strength of oppressions and designed to organize and fight. Movements using phrases that hurt us into mantra’s that empower us. But we can’t fight a new fight with old tactics. Its time to take the movement to a new level to meet our new world.
What If we just washed our hands of them,what would happen?
If we saw that we were not being represented and we just left, not marched not make new videos and hashtags that surely are making them (social media) money. If we disappeared from Tiktok, Twitter, Facebook. Closed our borders, built our walls, created our own platforms, fed into our community. What would that look like?
FEEDING THE MACHINE
“Everytime we do TikTok Power fists and complain about what was stolen, and demand our piece of their pie there is a little 1 percenter that claps his hands joyfully as we fill his pockets” unknown
(sidenote: I think china runs TicTok…but I digress)
We (African Americans) are in control of the narrative. Yep, Totally, we are told we are not but we definitely are. Think about it, we are the fodder for the news when they have nothing to say, we are the entertainment, we generate money every time something happens to us.
There is weakness in assimilation there is strength in unity
We constructed, created, flourished and like no other we are persecuted for our pride and tricked with a systematic mindset of assimilation.
I want us to stop trying to be a part of, thinking that we must be to be accepted and they must like us and want us to be considered successful.
Why do we feel we have to gain white empathy, or worthiness at the expense of being worthy of ourselves?
Do I have the answer?
We all have the answer, but why go down the robbithole. My thoughts and opionions come from a mother, a daughter, a girlfriend, a friend. They come from my heart and all that i have seen and I am worn from seeing the same thing but a different decade of pain.
Be the Change
I would tell my kids, “if someone doesn’t want you, then move on” What are we doing sticking around!!
I have hope for this generation, to dismantle the establishment. To say “NO…we wont go quietly into the night and feed the machine with our talents” If they only want to see themselves, then let them. Let them have everything they want, create a new. A new “black renaissance” Not a new Movement, a new move.