A Mighty Blackness
Written by Stephanie Renee on July 31, 2016
Last week was one of those times when I was really, very proud to be a Black woman in America. Sisters were everywhere during the Democratic National Convention. At the podium. Banging the gavel. Delivering speeches. Redefining justice. Demanding equity. Grieving children. Representing. Voting. Standing and being counted. Present.
We were there, beside and in cahoots with, our menfolk. As it should be. Hillary’s historic nomination notwithstanding, the real gain I witnessed was that we spent far less time arguing about gender inclusion and much more time exemplifying it. Not a bunch of lip service about “what we gon’ do,” but a living breathing doing that was tangible. Too often, we gather to mourn. Something horrible has prompted us to shake off our apathy and come together to try and console one another. While this is a necessary exercise, it projects the improper precedent for any people setting themselves up for victory. We get the win when we’re together, period. When our power is amplified because we’re shining, collectively.
And shine we did, fam. WURD staff was here, there and everywhere around town last week. Networking. Broadcasting. Capturing the energy of these gatherings and events to show those of you who weren’t able to join us just how bold and bad we are. Solution-building. And it didn’t matter whether you were fair enough to pass or deeply melanated; curly-haired, permed or bald; in your Sunday best, ethnically-coutured or in jeans. We were, are, beautiful! And we knew it, which made the fact even more evident.
If you boil down the DNC to just the televised ceremony, you totally miss the point. We get so disheartened sometimes because of the work still ahead of us that we may not give ourselves enough credit for what we’ve done, and can continue to do, when we work together. And whether we’re pooling our finances or our spiritual energies, we have everything we need to win. To WIN. On every level.
I have to give credit to Nate Parker for a bit of this certainty I’m harboring. Among the many other events I attended last week was a screening of the forthcoming film The Birth of A Nation about the Nat Turner-led slave rebellion. When you understand all that Black people endured under the cruel institution of slavery, and take stock of the miracle that is us–still here–it’s difficult not to feel invincible. Despite the homicides. Despite the injustices. Despite the systems that conspire to keep us poor, uneducated and hopeless. We are still here.
So, we’ve got work to do, fam. A lot of it. No denying that fact. And only a fraction of that work is about voting, come November. But the spirit of resistance is alive and well in us. The power of the collective is alive and well in us. The ability to articulate, organize, and claim the victory is alive and well in us.
I’ve seen it. I know it. Do you?