*One of the dirtiest Black secrets of all is that Black people have kept themselves enslaved.
The enslavement has been perpetuated largely by pretending that there is no racism. But also by passing lies and mythology about ourselves.
Many Blacks think we are doing worse than we really are because of the lies they pass around about us.
Let’s start with the biggest lie of all—stupid knee grows love lying about how Africans the world over are lost because they were fighting before Europeans came to Africa. Well, guess what, dumb ass knee grows? So were the Europeans! Humans have been fighting since there were humans. This is neither a reason nor an excuse for the predators to come into a continent and begin the world’s worst treatment of humans.
But, really, who hurts us more than the most vicious white racist?
We harm ourselves with our inability to police ourselves.
The worst behavior will be defended if the perpetrator is an athlete or entertainer.
One of our dirtiest Black secrets is that, sadly, many of us love being Niggers.
There is no ugly definition of us that many of us won’t be willing to aspire to, up to and including being Niggers—in all the ugly derisive lack of glory in the meaning of the word.
Where our public behavior was once of dignity, many of us now aspire to be as undignified as possible. Males (not men) walk around with their underwear showing, accenting their butts and females (not women) walk around with as much of their precious sexuality on display. Tattoos are on chests and breasts, backs and thighs and on necks and ears—not body art, but body dirt that inhibits job searches and other opportunities where basic dignity is required.
Males have gone soft, while females act hard and menacing, fighting in public like men used to do.
Many of us look like garbage and act like garbage—all the while referring to each other as “Nigger” in front of anyone who can hear. The stupidest, most destructive thing we ever did was to pretend that using that ugly word in public was some sort of “revolution.”
The word hasn’t changed, but unfortunately, we have.
And we love our Black Athletes and entertainers—especially when they are acting like Niggers.
It’s a problem that horse faced Jay-Z can talk about all the money he has but neither he nor his wife do much to create anything better for the kids who are coming up in the same neighborhoods they pushed themselves up off of to get out of.
The fact that no one has killed he and that other self-hating bitch Kanye West is a testament to our willingness to allow our talented filth to drag our image and standing through the world’s mud.
How dare these two self-destructive pieces of defecation make a recording called “Niggas in Paris,” which essentially tells the world that wherever they go, they are still Niggers? And how dare Nas threaten to slap people for being angry that a white actress couldn’t wait to tweet that she was with those Niggas in Paris and was therefore also a Nigga herself?
Another one of our dirtiest Black secrets is that we are the most beautiful people on the planet and everyone wants what we have, yet we want to alter everything about ourselves, from our lips and hips to hair and from our skin color to our eyes?
Secretly, we are not the only ones. Asians abhor the sun and the darkness it gives their skin, which is why they wear wraparound sun visors and walk with umbrellas in the sun. Whites risk sunburn and skin cancer every day just to get some color—any color—on their skin. Why? Because they hate themselves.
Yet, they have convinced us that we are to be hated and many of us line up for the hating. And we hate ourselves most when we pretend that we are something else.
Hispanics love to pretend away their African ancestry to focus on trying to be some “other” or even white. And sadly, many islanders love to pretend that they are anything other than African American. For example, Lisa Nicole Carson volunteered to the media that her pet peeve was being “mistaken” for African American. She clarified that she was a Jamaican from Canada. Um, yeah, but you look just like us…
Dead of brain and dead of soul, we act like we are all good because a few of us are financially good.
Who is really damaging us?
Our dirtiest secret the world over is that we have seen the enemy…and he/she is us.
Darryl James is an award-winning author of the powerful new anthology “Notes From The Edge.” James’ stage play, “Love In A Day,” opened in Los Angeles in 2011 and will become a feature film in 2012. View previous installments of this column at www.bridgecolumn.proboards36.com. Reach James at firstname.lastname@example.org.