You can take me out of the ghetto, but you cannot take the getto out of me I find this sentiment very disarming, it has an undertone suggestion that the ghetto is worth identifying with. That coming from the ghetto is something we blacks need to take pride in. There is nothing worthy to tell about being from the ghetto, as a landless black, who has lived most of his life in townships, places that are not fit to accomodate the existential life of a black, I find it very crude to be happy that you are from the ghetto. Landlessness, overpopulation, crime, diseases, institutionalized racism, all of these and more characterize the lived experience of a black in or from the ghetto. If anything, I hate the ghetto, I hate it as it is a trench of white supremacy, I was never supposed to live in the ghetto, but because one race decide to play God on earth, we now crudely pride ourselves in coming from the ghetto. Blacks are the most mentally dejected race, we have accepted these conditions, as if they were ordained by God. We are like rats, in these matchbox houses, we do not own anything. Our race is a sad race. Some of us are alive but we are dead. We are so dead, that in life we are landless, in death we will also be landless, and we will be happy about it. Biko vuka, vuka Biko uzovusa odarkie. Kubuhlungu ukuba mnyama shem!
Posted on: Fri, 02 May 2014 09:49:03 +0000