As I struggle to write the first sentence of today’s post, I am deliberately forcing myself to go back to the strong feelings I had yesterday. I distinctly recall driving to class from internship feeling burdened by the impending conversation on race and ethnicity that awaited me. This week’s readings in my Advanced Developmental Psychology course were centered around this topic, ironically a current trending topic-due to the recent murder of the Florida teen, Trayvon Martin.
Research suggests that conversations of this caliber are necessary in America and around the world if we are to evade the extinguishment of Blackness – the rocky shore of which the waves of society are currently crashing.
Said differently, as an African American, or globally labeled as Black/ a part of the African diaspora, woman; I look forward to a day when people who share my race (social construct designed for categorization, with no biological foundation) and ethnicity (cultural background – not mutually exclusive) will be valuable to society.
I also look for a day when more of my White counterparts will step out of the lens of White privilege (if you are not familiar with the research on this concept – I encourage you to go get your scholar on today ; ) and attempt to relate to the heart of a man instead of negatively judging him on his physical attributes and cultural behaviors.
I look for a day when a racial hierarchy no longer exists.
I look for a day when Black people are no longer stereotyped as being unintelligent – so much until some of the impoverished groups of Black children I encounter begin to believe that this is a fact about themselves.
I look for a day when people all around the world won’t fight to remove themselves from Blackness – as a result of maladaptive societal norms being established.
I pray for a day when people won’t have to reach hell or heaven before realizing that we are all souls just occupying a decorated vessel so that God might use us to accomplish His perfect will. If I have stepped on your toes, I encourage you to pray.
For this is just the beginning of a conversation that has endured since we realized skin color.
But why do you call me ‘Lord, Lord’ and not do the things which I say?” Whoever comes to me and hears my sayings and does them, I will show you what he is like: He is like a man building a house, who dug deep and laid the foundation on a rock. And when the flood arose, the stream beat vehemently against that house, and could not shake it, for it was founded on the rock. But he who heard and did nothing is like a man who built a house on the earth without a foundation, against which the stream beat vehemently; and immediately it fell. And the ruin of that house was great.”
~ Luke 6:46-49 NKJV
Thank you for lending me your “ear”.