My soul is a step out of cadence, a beat out of time. I rhyme and I reason and answers try to find. We wind down roads that roll out before us, and I struggle to understand my role in the Revolution.
I have never judged anyone by the color of their skin, their income level, or the religion they chose to believe in. I have great compassion for all who have suffered. All who continue to suffer due to their race. There are so many integral parts of this story, and my glory would only be if I could intuit all I need to become to see us free from this madness.
Martin Luther King spoke of equality. Peace. Freedom. Malcolm X called us the blue eyed devils. Many white people say they have never had a slave & Black people need to move on. Many white people have never suffered what most black people have.
I do not pretend to have it all figured out. I have been the victim of much racism. As anyone who knows me well understands, most of my best friends and deep loves have been and are Black. Many incredibly intelligent black people are extremely Afro-centric which really makes no sense to me.
The African race is strong, brave, rhythmic, and filled with soul. They came through the desert to emerge victorious. I have heard so many times by so many great black leaders the reference to the slaves emerging Egypt and traversing the desert to make it to the promised land. Do we not recognize the irony of that allegory? Egyptians were black! The slaves were Jews!
Native Americans. Jews. Pagan peoples at the hands of the early Christians have all suffered great things. The African race by far has been through hundreds of years of ridiculous suffering with no just cause, no balance. No one can erase that. Still the system is completely off kilter, and we have many miles to travel for racial harmony.
But, I have to say it feels as though the pendulum has swung the other way. As a white woman who has a lot of soul and a lot to say, who has been homeless, beaten, robbed & raped. Who has been discriminated against because of the color of her skin. Who has been refused college and state aids because I was white. Who has lost her house, her car, and who honestly understands the true value of struggle. I am broken hearted.
Those who know me best know that I have been loved by many great black men and women. Many who cannot claim me as their bride only because I am white. Those who have kept me secret because their black brothers would not accept them if they knew. Many who have told me that I am the only white woman they have ever seen as a Sistah, and I have to ask what is different about me.
I have never based any emotion on any human soul due to their skin. There are many African Americans who despise all whites. They see US as a collective that has taken away all they had. They do not see the imbalance on the other side of things.
I hate to say this, but so much of the vibration I recieve points toward a race war. I hope not. A very good friend (she is Jamaican) once said to me that she utterly believed this was the only answer. She told me how much she loved me and then asked me to realize that no matter how many amazing black people loved me and considered me part of their inner circle, it would not save me when the time came.
I do not agree with slavery. I do not agree with racial segregation. I do not agree with genecide. I do not agree with holding a people back. I do not agree with people being slain because of the color of their skin. I do not like being judged for mine.
I sound off to all the amazing people in my life, whether black or white. I ask us to really stand up and open our eyes. To put down the blinders and realize that we can get nowhere with hearts filled with hatred. I am often the only white person in a room. I am comfortable in that space. I desire the rhythm, the cadence, the culture, the voice of the African soul.
I am an ordained Khemet Priestess. I am the Holy Mother, High Priestess of our order. My Priest Father, Mandu, has come to realize due to our connection that all whites are not created equal. But how many people have we all passed by due to these preconceived notions?
Martin Luther had a dream. Malcolm X desired the freedom of his people. I also have a dream. A dream where people can work and live side by side. A dream where people connect because of intellect. A dream where people see their likenesses, and harmonize beyond their differences. A dream where people who work hard make good money, and fat beaurocrats don't rule the world.
I choke on the daily reminder of how much racism exists on both sides. What has been done to the African is disgusting. Way too many hundred years of hatred, and death. I do not blame the anger or the vehemence with which these great Kings & Queens seek to rise. Take back what is rightfully theirs.
I am disgusted by the whites who still treat black people like they are subhuman, substandard. I have watched many of my closest people go through things that should never have happened. I have to fight to prove myself to even the smartest, most spiritual, and most amazing Africans. It is troubling me to the core.
What is to be done? I really don't know. I know that I have a very large and important role. I know that I am a bridge across the gap. I know that I have a way to speak to both sides. I know that Auset is guiding me into this Revolution armed with truth I have yet to understand.
There are so many more pages I could write about this. I take the dream of Martin Luther King to a new level. I honor all the man sought to achieve. I fight for righteous truth. I fight for equality. I fight for liberation of shattered spirits. I fight for honor. Balance. Justice. For ALL people.
I ask every intelligent being to stand up, be counted. Put down the fear. Put down the hate. Understand that the race war will come if we allow it to. What can be accomplished by more warfare? More imbalance?
I encourage all to speak their hearts on this matter. Shatter the illusions we cling to. Recognize the truth of all that the African race has suffered. Recognize that there are many of us on both sides ready to rise above. To let go. To become more. To become ONE!
To all my sisters, and brothers, kings and queens, gods & goddesses. Hetepu. Together, we can. It is our time to rise.
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