As a black man, I enjoy this editorial more than many other articles that I have read in the past few days, weeks, months, and years. Reality cant be substituted for any mockery and political correctness in the media. The reality of a people and the social condition that many are experiencing most be presented as it is. Racial injustice is a constant reality, a normalized condition in the workplace and social environment that need to be defined from a realistic viewpoint. The undervalued, the overly criticized and marginalized in the public must find a voice in some ways to community the daily reality. For instance, as a black man, I know exactly what I go through in the workplace. If I had a choice, I would send most of my colleagues home since they are incredibly unqualified to be playing their roles. I am always dissatisfied since I can never figure how they get away with the obvious. On the one hand, I am judged by my skin tone. On the other, I find from the get go that my racial appurtenance usually causes me to seem unqualified. My achievements are ignored, yet my lapses are always under the most focused microscope to remind me how it is perhaps a mistake to have me in that position not simply as an individual but also as a black. The Black Woman Chair is symbolic of a hurtful truth that even the perpetrators of the act refuse to admit everyday. Racism is an attitude, a way of life, and its effects do not matter as long as the intended goal to is to make someone else suffer. Recently, an Irish friend of mine, dare to ask me how we blacks deal with situations as such. When I explained my position, it was a bit hard for him to understand how I decided to deal with the abject situation. I endure not because I am weak, but I understand the necessity of life. However, the racist acts in ways to make sure you are constantly reminded of your predicament. In fact, you are placed in positions to feel and suffer the pain every time you wake up to breathe a new moment in life. As a leader, a literary man, and a visionary, I figured somehow we can uplift our sons and daughters, wives and mothers, brothers and fathers with anger. We must change the paradigm in our homes, and the best way to defeat the ignorance and injustice is to continue teaching our loved ones how to be valiant, daring, and purveyors of their own culture, racial existence, and pioneers where the impossible must be defeated by excellence. While so many continue to undermine our existence, I learned how to lovely community with my black women. Fortunately, I have a wonderful mom. From early childhood, she thought me the essentials. Throughout my poetry, I celebrate her presence and every woman that looks like her. She is the unmatching goddess in a world where her sisters are too often treated like a piece of worthless object. As a strong black man, I see my role as the individual who must deconstruct and reconstruct the lingua that makes her beauty seem questionable. In my eyes, there is no other woman like her. O I just know how I feel when I have a gorgeous black woman next to me. I may be guilty for investing a lot more time in my community. In the contrary, I learn how to appreciate who I am and where I can from even more when I reflect on my experiences. The mistake that we often make is simply indulging on a quest for inexistent love when we reject love at our door steps. To clarify, what I mean is simply that reality. Living in Asia has taught me a lot. As a strong and intelligent black man, I realize how my presence can never fully be appreciated by too many. I am never handsome; I am never smart; I am never efficient; I am never the ideal since my person is only valued in comparison to another; I am never enough to fulfill the desire from a fantasy since my nature is always far inferior to that what the person yearns and unable to have. I have become too conscious of my presence, and how I am viewed by my onlookers. The only object I have to define and constantly redefine me is the pen in my pocket. I am forever in need of a new term to erase the definition that does not represent me in a book and to rewrite so that my loved ones can have a better perception of the self while ignoring to focus mainly on racism. It is not easy to change a way of life and to ask someone to abandon his/her attitude. We can never neglect the notion of the comfort zone. The racist individual finds comfort in the action perpetrated to cause harm since that person can only exist where the other ceases to exist. Thus, it is hard to expect someone to efface the self in order to allow enough room for another to breathe. Once we understand how some people find satisfaction and success in injustice, we will finish to build mechanism in our own brains to counter the act with subtlety. I am human, and I will continue to live as I am. While others keep on denigrate black women, I forge images with words that make my queens, goddesses imagine that it is impossible to walk on this ground. The earth with all its prejudice, animosity, hatred, and envy is too sordid for her feet to touch the soil. She is nothing but an entity that epitomizes exceptional beauty, and as in my eyes, this is how she must continue to be viewed by the rest of the world. The Black Woman Chair is mot than a simple piece of art. Sadly, this is the reality of a race that continues to fight for its existence and the privilege to exist during the past few centuries. Our attitude defies and belies the principle of the law. Silent does not always mean consent. We have learned how to fight in our own time, and this is why victory has never been impossible. The Civil Rights Movement, The Haitian Revolution of 1791, and the Abolition of Slavery or the Atlantic Slave Trade are testaments of our strength. Remember what does not kill you make you stronger. So, the chair is a gift to remind the oppressed of their condition despite that post-racial era some tend to talk about in the forefront of history and its encompassing events that always remind us of ourselves.
Posted on: Sat, 25 Jan 2014 10:01:17 +0000
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