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On this, the last day of black history month, and a leap year, let us not forget the horrors inflicted upon us for four-hundred years and come together with one single purpose – UNITY! The first step in this effort begins with family and for that we need black women to stand up and stand by black men to do what God intended. Celebrate Black History 365 days each year. Our story is the greatest story ever told. And that’s my thought provoking perspective…
THE APOLOGY by Aisha Williams
They beat me and I called you to save me … but you couldn’t.. so I secretly resented you. They took our babies and sold them, I begged you to save us.. but you couldn’t .. so I secretly blamed you..
They raped me, and I cried out for you to protect me… but you couldn’t…..So I stopped trusting you…
You were supposed to be my man.. my provider.. my protector but when I needed you.. you couldn’t be there… so I hated you…
How could I let you tell me what to do.
When massa could protect me more than you..
How could I submit to you when you are forced to submit to massa?
So to protect myself I submitted to the one who could protect me and our children.
I stopped trusting you..
I stopped loving you..
I stopped honoring you..
I stopped valuing you and in turn I became valueless to you.
I didn’t see the frustration in your eyes when our children were sold..
I didn’t hear your silent cries when I was beaten.
I didn’t see your anger when I was being ravished..
I didn’t understand that you held your emotions to be strong for me..
I thought you didn’t care.. but you wanted to be there…you wanted to protect me.. you wanted to ….
but massa made it so you couldn’t so I would trust him more than you.
I didn’t see the hidden hands shaping our destiny..
all I saw was my pain.. and the feeling that you neglected me..
For all the times I blamed you, I’m sorry
For the resentment and distrust I’ve held against you for centuries.. I’m sorry
For the times I’ve let you down
For all the times I’ve broken your spirit with my words and my actions.
For the times I openly rejected you.. and tried to control you .. because I thought less of you.. I’m sorry..
Massa had a plan.. that he said would work for 400 years.. 400 years is over now.
My eyes are wide open… ..
I see the king in you…
Please forgive my wrongs and see your queen in me.
POETRY By KhaYah (Aisha Williams) ©
Much love and many thanks to Aisha Williams for this powerful poem. Sharing it with the world! John T. Wills
The genius and the legend of Brother Gil Scott Heron’s prophetic analyst of black life, politics, and the world resonates as profoundly today as the day he first delivered his messages. Not long ago, we lived through the “Bush Administration” which was not that much different than his father’s or the Regan and Nixon Administrations. I won’t go so far as to call them racist but the policies they but forth sure as hell were. All were commanders of the war on black people.
Having lived through each, I’ve seen how their policies negated African Americans, subjecting nearly an entire race to irrelevant status, as invisible creatures unnecessary and not wanted. During their time of power and even now, the system of survival is as difficult as it ever was – poverty, unemployment, education, no justice, and all of which simply means “Separate but Unequal”.
Often, through this blog, try to resurrect the spirits of those who sacrificed and laid the foundation for this generation that in many ways have forgotten or never understood that we stand on the shoulders of giants and the knowledge of our rich history. If you are someone that missed the message, understand that each of us, ultimately, have a responsibility to continue the species. In spite of a system that has continually denied African Americans the most basic of human rights or at least those rights prescribed in the Constitution. It is time to come together and address the systematic problems we face.
Throughout the 1970s, Gil Scott-Heron and his musical collaborator Brain Jackson had a profound impact on my life. It was his message that caused me to think critically about the world around me that was not for me. They did it through the music that reflected the turbulence, uncertainty and increasing pessimism of the times, merging soul and jazz traditions that reached my conscienceless.
Gil’s message to me said the whole world is a stage, and black people will not be nominated for anything. This brother is the most unsung hero of our time, and therefore I want pay homage to his long lasting spirit. He explained, correctly, that the revolution is not necessarily a physical confrontation; rather it is a battle of the mind. He said, “the revolution will not be televised” which at the time seemed to make sense.
However, fast forward to 2014 we see a war inflicted upon use far more devastating than what took place in his day. Nonetheless, in today’s time the revolution is televised. Therefore, I say, “free your mind and your ass will follow.”And that’s my thought provoking perspective…
Watch the video and open your mind and see that the war is all around you!