The day I know the black man is free, is when we can write and speak for ourselves without inciting unnecessary hate or love for that matter, for whiteness. The day we feel our words hold power all on their own without a single reference, positive or negat…
When that day comes, please alert me because it will be the apocalypse. So, perhaps I won’t need that signal.
For as long as the bodies of Black people litter the streets through the spirit of the past — my mission remains intact and it’s not glorified or ordained — it’s just the inherent need to refocus justice and remind White people why being White is keeping us from being Black.
It’s really that simple.