We also have a very beautiful and rich history intertwined with that of Black Americans, and more would feel inclined to unite again if they had had that very history told to them from the start.
Being Latino is not a cultural identity but rather a political one. Being Puerto Rican is not a racial identity, but rather a cultural and national one. Being Black is my racial identity. Why do I have to consistently explain this to those who are so-called conscious? Is it because they have a problem with their identity? Why is it so bad to assert who I am, for me to big-up my Africanness?
My Blackness is one of the greatest powers I have. We live in a society that devalues Blackness all the time. I will not be devalued as a human being, as a child of the Supreme Creator.
Although many of us in activist circles are enlightened, many of us have baggage that we must deal with. So many times I am asked why many Boricuas refuse to affirm their Blackness. I attribute this denial to the ever-rampant anti-Black sentiment in America and throughout the world, but I will not use this as an excuse. Often Puerto Ricans who assert our Blackness are not only outcast by Latinos who identify more with their Spanish Conqueror than their African ancestors, but we are also shunned by Black Americans who do not see us as Black.
Nelly Fuller, a great Black sociologist, stated: “Until one understands the system of White supremacy, anything and everything else will confuse you.” Divide and conquer still applies.
people hear black socalled ratchet music and think “what a disgrace”
i hear it and am blown away by how we managed to be stripped of everything, to have our identities hacked at and beaten out of us,
and continue bumping african drum patterns, syncopated rhythms, folklore styles, call and response, and repeating hip movements and corporal stances from collective ancestral memory.
even when we dont know who we are,
we still know.
and thats huge and miraculous.
the black child
"Black Cryptogram" by Michael S. Harper (via wannabesaywhat)
The fact that I
am writing to you
already falsifies what I
wanted to tell you.
how to explain to you that I
don’t belong to English
though I belong nowhere else
Gustavo Pérez Firmat, Bilingual Blues: Poems, 1981-1994 (x)
Ph: Alex John Beck
Im realizing that i dont speak spanish i only speak cuban
CultureHISORY: Las Mulatas de Fuego, Havana, Cuba c. 1950s
That is, I stop to look where texts take tropes like women-as-flowers, women-as-water, women-as-sugar cane, invented to justify keeping Caribbean women and territories in someone else’s control, and redeploy these same tropes to imagine a landscape belonging to Caribbean women and Caribbean women belonging to each other.
Tinsley, Omise’eke Natasha. Thiefing Sugar: Eroticism between Women in Caribbean Literature. Durham: Duke University Press, 2010, 2. (via qswg)
you learn the curses and then the prayers
my mom on learning creole (via westindianheaux)