I LOVE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is exactly why I use the term Black. I’ve never felt a connection to African anything. I’m Southern, and my official color/racial designation has changed a few times to something more palatable, but the connotations that come with the color remain. So why keep changing? I got tired of changing every time something new and more fashionable came about. I’ve always used Black or People of Color, and I’m going to continue it for the very reasons you outline in this essay. To be Black describes my struggle here in America. Changing it to the modernized African-American politically correct title is a form of White washing history and spitting on my ancestors I feel. They were African, I am not. Like you, my lighter skin tells me that Master raped my kinfolks somewhere along the line.
Africans here carry themselves much differently that we do here. They aren’t beaten up like we are. They know their lineage — all of it. We are claiming kings and queens we have no real relation to like White folks claim Tinkerbell, Cinderella, and Santa Claus. We’re all grasping for something to make us feel good about ourselves. There is nothing wrong with that, but we shouldn’t forget our roots. Doing so emboldens racists and does exactly what they want us to do — forget what they’ve done to us!
We Blacks in America are like kids dropped off at an orphanage at birth. Many of us don’t know our folks, not more than one or two generations if that. We are scattered out, fractured, broken.
Black says a lot, without saying much at all. Like you, I’m Black and I’m proud. Yet another excellent essay!