Tuesday, November 01, 2016

Letting Go Of The Era Of The Obamas

As much as I want the election season to end, today, I reflect upon what this presidency gave me.
I have a Black child who takes it for granted that the most powerful man in the world is Black.
I have a Black child who takes it for granted that being Black and comfortable in your skin is unremarkable and not necessarily worthy of comment.
I have a Black child who assumes Black children are cherished, glamorous, intelligent and doted upon by their parents.
I have Black child whose entire political life waffles between "Yes....yess...Mama, the Obamas are so cool, can I go play this video game now?" and "I just love the Obamas."
I have a Black child whose core internal constructs include both working within the system and working outside the system.
I have a Black child who can see the trading cards for what they are, rather than categories of acceptable versus unacceptable Negritude.
I have a Black child who is fluent in the many dialects of code switching.
I have a Black child who assumes Black Power. (And also knows the truth about how far we have to go.)
I have a Black child shaped by people who actually live Stronger Together and can see that slogan as cultural appropriation.

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