Friday, July 3, 2015

I Am the Black in the Rainbow

"I, like many others who identify as black and queer, hesitated to further inundate my timeline with more rainbows. My mind was still in Charleston and my heart was weighted down by 9 tons of anger. Anger doesn’t let go easily, nor should it, without due process and genuine resolve. With the rate of black deaths and an age old dismissiveness towards black humanity there is rarely time to heal from one heartbreaking story before reading another. This is what creates the numbness black folks try to describe to non-black people and each other. I found it interesting how technology has exposed the brutal realities of being black in America at a rate greater than black folks experienced before the introduction of mass communication. We have been witness to more instances of modern day lynching on our Facebook timelines than local populations of black people living in the south from 1882–1968. For example, Black folks who lived in Alabama between 1882 and 1968 witnessed or felt the aftermath of 299 black lynchings. If you are a Facebook addict like myself you have seen the faces and read the stories of over 300 modern day lynchings just in 2014. So yeah, I didn’t feel like celebrating anything and resented those who could. I was reminded that black pain rarely, if ever, slows down white (queer) celebration."
- Hanifah Walidah


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