We Were All In Formation For America’s New National Anthem.

Super Bowl Sunday belonged to Beyoncé. You know that and I certainly won't argue the truth.

The last time I was remotely moved to cheer out loud during America's most blatant celebration was back in 2013. The year Beyoncé proved yet again why she's so responsive to being called Queen Bey.

Now it's 2016 and three years on we can agree that the tie that binds whites and blacks have frayed beyond repair. It has been a dangerously casual affair that has led to simultaneous betrayal and cold-blooded disregard for human life.

Black lives. Black lives that don't matter. Black lives that never mattered. At least not in the way white lives are instinctively revered.

From the murky channels of Katrina to the poisonous pathway of Flint and then to the peak of the shattered tethers of families of color that continue to bury the ones who got away. Too far away. So far that the system reclaimed them and then coerced them to return to the basin of hopelessness.

We thought that boat sailed centuries ago but it has always been docked within our vision.

The mist of our imagination has cleared and now we all see it. Every one of us. There's no denying what we are. We can't run from the past into the arms of a scaly future when the present is so Black and White.

Beyoncé's cleverly conceived hit Formation is dope. It's catchy and it's relevant. Her performance at Super Bowl 50 was the height of creative endurance. It was a dazzlingly brilliant ode to the bible of black brilliance.
It was such a black moment that white people also became Black without permission.

It is obvious that her performance was a direct hit on the legalized white supremacy regime that has been allowed to flourish through the sophisticated connectors that have been in place since before we knew what we know now.

Beyoncé's salute to people of color who lived and breathed an existence that thoroughly mocked what they were born to be despite their generosity of talent was executed to perfection.

She rarely disappoints even when she missteps.

But what is even more exceptional is how she forced blacks and whites to remain in Formation. For just that moment in time.

You, me, and all the rest. We stood at attention and then turned in unison to survey the destruction of our lives.

The disintegrated wasteland of hate and abuse. The evidence of injustice and the residue of facts broiled with the fiction that white people have accepted as their truth.

The great divide was rhythmically merged and then reopened after the curtains fell.

But that moment in time is proof that when whites and blacks obey the call to attention - our Formation is impeccable but the lineage of our relations can't keep us together long enough to maintain momentum.

Beyoncé did what nobody has ever really done.

She made racism visually stunning and got us all to cheer for it at the same time for different reasons.

We were all in Formation. Blacks remain and whites disperse.

But who is left holding the flag?

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