Pride & Prejudice of My Blackness

blackprideI’m not a Beyonce stan and I’m definitely not a fan of Kendrick Lamar (not because I have any negative feelings towards him I just don’t listen to a ton of hip hop these days) recently they both have had performances that have led some people to question whether or not they are racist.

Beyonces’ formation video was in my opinion full of black pride self love and appreciation, Kendrick Lamar’s performance at the Grammy’s was full of imagery and poetry that spoke to the truth, his truth, my truth, pretty much any person of color who has to deal with the establishment called government and racist America.

Because they spoke their truths, or expressed black pride they are now a threat to society. Some police are offended by the words spray painted on the wall in a scene of Beyonce’s video that read “Stop shooting us”, why is this something so terrible? Is there not truth in that statement?

What I don’t understand is why is it against the law for black people to show an ounce of pride in our blackness. It’s automatically taken as a threat to society, when Latinos express Latin pride no one harps on them, we join in and rejoice with them. But low and behold a black person says I’m happy and I love my nappy hair and wide nose, World War III breaks out. Everyone in this country except for the blacks that are descendants of slaves are “allowed” to be prideful of their culture and who they are;

African’s are allowed

Asian’s are allowed

European’s are allowed

Latino’s are allowed

West Indian/Caribbean’s are allowed

Italian American’s are allowed

Irish American’s are allowed

The LGBTQ Community is allowed

Shit “Rednecks” are allowed

9f28d2655b81dbad3a762c714ffe3413But when it comes to blacks it’s as if a law has been broken. When I decided to wear my hair the way it grew naturally out of my scalp it was taken as an act (to some both black and white) of rebellion or defiance; when all I wanted to do was not harm my body by putting harmful chemicals on my head to stop my hair from doing what it naturally does.

I just want to know why is OUR pride so intimidating and why do we receive so much prejudice when it’s expressed.

It’s so fucked up that some other POC also feel some kind of way when we celebrate our blackness as if it lessens their pride.

I’m not surprised that I’m having this conversation, I’m just tired of having it…



Rachel Doelzal


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(CNN) The racial identity of one of the most prominent faces in Spokane, Washington’s black community is under question after her parents produced a birth certificate that showed she is white.

Rachel Dolezal, 37, is the head of the local chapter of the NAACP and has identified herself as African-American. But her Montana birth certificate says she was born to two Caucasian parents, according to CNN affiliate KXLY, which also showed an old family photo in its report.

CNN tried to reach Dolezal for comment by emailing and calling her late Thursday night, but was unsuccessful. Likewise, CNN was also unable to reach Dolezal’s parents.

Identifies as African-American

Dolezal has represented herself as at least part African-American in an application for the police ombudsman commission.

And she has presented the public with a different family photograph posted to the local NAACP chapter’s Facebook page. When she announced her father was coming to town for a visit, she showed herself standing next to an older African-American man.

Dolezal’s public racial identity came under scrutiny on Thursday, when a reporter from KXLY held up that photo asked her a simple question.

This is how the conversation went:

“Is that your dad?”

“Yeah, that’s…that’s my dad.”

“This man right here’s your father? Right there?”

“You have a question about that?”

“Yes ma’am, I was wondering if your dad really is an African-American man.”

“That’s a very — I mean, I don’t know what you’re implying.”

“Are you African-American?”

“I don’t understand the question of — I did tell you that, yes, that’s my dad. And he was unable to come in January.”

“Are your parents…are they white?”

Dolezal walked away from the microphone, leaving her purse and keys, and took refuge in a nearby clothing boutique.

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