Yet, at some point, in our lives, en route to liberation, if we’re lucky or afforded the proper amount of divine inspiration, we’re able to transcend these determining dictates of demonic decorum, the status quo and hegemonic whiteness.īlackness, in its most authentic of forms, is a performance which does exactly this by reaching into the depths of our souls, finding solace in salvation and the Source, courage and complete reverence for our Creator. Yes, in many different forms, we have all performed this navigational act of negrohood niceties, adhering anxiously to the respectability politics of politeness… still simulating whiteness. ![]() ![]() No, instead, it is the encumbering code-switching, body-twitching, whiteness-simulating, internalized-hating, self-loathing, denial and debating of whether or not we are worthy or not of rising above the narratives white supremacy and capitalism have inculcated into our craniums. But this performance is no Broadway bringing-down-the-house showstopping number. ![]() After all - when your own precious existence is predicated on navigating a wretched world hellbent on expropriating, appropriating and commodifying your culture, breaking down your very being and super-imposing onto you a warped way of seeing, listening, learning and loving which must rigidly fit into the fickle ideological confines of capitalist exploitation and the white power structure lest face the fatal repercussions - what else is there to do? So, we perform our ritualistic routines and norms, (off)putting on a show and showering ourselves with applause.
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