There’s been a huge problem I noticed within the activist community, something I haven’t truly got a grip on. I guess I couldn’t grasp a full understanding of the issue unless I was thrusted in the middle of it. Recently I discovered that there was a relatively huge misinformation campaign stemming from one single person within the same community. A moderately known black female insisted on accusing me, Johnny Silvercloud of being a misogynist. Yeah, you know the type: the type of black man who seeks to subtract from black women in every wake and turn; the type who doesn’t listen to black women; the type have a significant lack of empathy for black women; the type who seeks to silence black women. You know… the Tony Sotomayor types. Yes, this accusation is absurd. Go ahead a laugh at it. Sure.
Looking at how such misinformation campaigns exist, similar to discovering a new disease, I’m was given the opportunity to assess and analyze the virus, where it comes from and determine how to, um, vaccinate one from such illness. So let’s get it on.
Let’s front load this one — you cannot be a Black activist if you don’t have a harmonious relationship with black men/women. Period. For those who don’t understand what I’m saying, I’m going to break it down Barney-style:
Now, I can totally understand frustrations towards folks, especially with black men and women among black people because that’s who we are the closest to. It’s certainly easier for a black person to hurt another black person because, nine times out of ten, that’s who we are surrounded by. But that doesn’t mean that the totality of the whole is corrupt. Shitting on all black women, or all black men, is categorically absurd and is worse tenfold from any member of the black community; tenfold-squared by a black activist.
Using the 2015 Census data indicating that black folks in America (including partial mix black) total up to 46,282,080 Afro-Americans, right beside the male/female percentage of the population (49.1%/50.9%, respectively) we can safely suggest that there are roughly 23,557,579 black females (I use “female” to denote all black females, child, teen and adult) and roughly 22,724, 501 black males. Pay attention carefully because these numbers will continue to come up conceptually.
One cannot suggest that all 24 million black females are shitty. Same logic applies, one cannot suggest that all 22 million black males are shitty. Black haters, please, stop the fucking madness. Sure, the same applies for white people, but this article is for you, black person. Stop the bullshit self-hate.
And yes, if you are a black woman hating black men, you are engaging in self-hate. Same applies for black men; if you make it a thing to shit on black women and never considered their experiences, you are engaging in self-hate. I like to emphasize this to black men, because there’s always a lot of “black empowerment” talk from black men who never consider the black woman’s part in all of this. Quite often, the “black empowerment” guy actively pisses and shits on the black woman’s shadow, especially when that black woman engages in behaviours that that black man enjoys. Get the fuck outta here. You cannot talk about slut culture without talking about dick culture.
One of the things I noticed when it comes to the divide between black men and women of note is the fact that it’s quite often the two, similar to a white person to white privilege, are totally blind to sociological privilege systems created by white people to divide us. These sociological systems are setup to keep the black community ineffective in regards to changing our surroundings or accruing enough social capital and physical resources (i.e., money). If more of us are capable of recognizing these blind spots we can stop becoming our own obstacles.
The Black Man’s Blind Spots
The Black Woman’s Blind Spots
I remember there was a time when I was in a relatively short argument with a Black Lives Matter activist. The activist was a black woman. In this argument she sought to suggest that I was soft on white people because her friend she invited to her go-away party began talking stupid, and I calmly, perhaps charmingly sought to speak to the fool, but in the end allowed the black lady activist to handle her friend. I was called ruthless names, as if I’m an instrument of white supremacy or something. In short, I was attacked for being a black man who speaks with a particular measure; I’m not going to yell at someone if I don’t need to. It seemed like my reaction or emotionality wasn’t good enough or something. This was strange, being that this wasn’t my party, wasn’t my foolish friend, and I’m a guest invited there like everyone else. I figured it would be more arrogant to sit there and take full stage, talking over the black woman concerning her friend. I let her handle her business. Her business. Yet I was called an Uncle Tom and shit.
When I was rightfully defending myself from absurd accusations, I realized one solid thing that I’ve overlooked before: I was the ONLY black male in attendance. It was a small get-together, with three or four white males, three black women, and then there was me, the only black man. Most of the men there were vegans, or some sort of hippie type. Cool, but yeah. While I stood accused, I looked at the circle of people present, and realized that maybe… just maybe that this black female activist has a problem with black men. She goes hard in the paint but has a problem with black men. Her having a child from a white man, nothing in itself, added to the possibility that she may loathe black men.
One of the things I noticed was how silent those white men were. They were smart actually because they really had no stake in that argument. But it begs the question as to why are they there in the first place, why they were selected as men to be so close. I began thinking, that maybe no one here is used to having a black male perspective on things because black men are nonexistent in this circle. I realized that I was the foreigner as an intelligent black man, among black activists!
Anyway, there you have it. I’m sure there’s more indicators, but I can only go by my own experience. I will say this again: you cannot be a Black activist if you don’t have a harmonious relationship with black men/women. Period.
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