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"...Black Love is Black Power—Imagine that.
Best gift we can give the next generation is the ability to imagine a world outside of the alabaster madness..."
Àdísà Àjàmú
Jul 05, 2016
It is suicidally unintelligent to seek validation from one's oppressors; it is an act of unconscious internal self-destruction. Because it establishes in the oppressed an aspiration for which the highest realization, whether conscious or unconscious, is to be the very thing that seeks to destroy you in the first place.
This seeking validation from the oppressor cedes power--the ability to define reality-- in two critical ways:
(1) It lulls the oppressed into a false sense of security that their oppressors have a moral conscience that can be appealed to, such that they seek to understand the oppressors using a moral standard that makes sense only if one has a moral conscience. The irony of course is that their very oppression is ontological evidence that the oppressors have no moral conscience. In short, they confuse the bullets that miss as reason to give the oppressor the benefit of the doubt.
(2) It incarcerates imagination such that the oppressed group can only conceive of degrees of freedom within the oppressors matrix rather than imagining liberation within their own reality. The result of confusing degrees of freedom in the oppressor matrix is one lives solely within the consciousness of the oppressor.
Our best efforts become spastic echoes in a canyon of alabaster madness. Oppressor shrieks maniacally "psychology," the spastic echoes returns with defiant unoriginality Black Psychology...alabaster madness cries "Public Intellectual" ...and hear the impotent wind whispers return with Black Public Intellectual. Multiply those mirroring echoes a million times and the liquification of a sustaining culture of a people now prejudiced against their own survival becomes white quicksand beneath them.
Liberation begins first, not as a an act of knowledge, but as an act of imagination, for one cannot conceive of that which they cannot even imagine. Best gift we can give the next generation is the ability to imagine a world outside of the alabaster madness. If this unjustly ordered world is possible, so too is a better one. Some of us—most of us?—cant even imagine that. Some of us can: they will be the healers of our people.
Black Love is Black Power—Imagine that.
—Àdísà
Best gift we can give the next generation is the ability to imagine a world outside of the alabaster madness..."
Àdísà Àjàmú
Jul 05, 2016
It is suicidally unintelligent to seek validation from one's oppressors; it is an act of unconscious internal self-destruction. Because it establishes in the oppressed an aspiration for which the highest realization, whether conscious or unconscious, is to be the very thing that seeks to destroy you in the first place.
This seeking validation from the oppressor cedes power--the ability to define reality-- in two critical ways:
(1) It lulls the oppressed into a false sense of security that their oppressors have a moral conscience that can be appealed to, such that they seek to understand the oppressors using a moral standard that makes sense only if one has a moral conscience. The irony of course is that their very oppression is ontological evidence that the oppressors have no moral conscience. In short, they confuse the bullets that miss as reason to give the oppressor the benefit of the doubt.
(2) It incarcerates imagination such that the oppressed group can only conceive of degrees of freedom within the oppressors matrix rather than imagining liberation within their own reality. The result of confusing degrees of freedom in the oppressor matrix is one lives solely within the consciousness of the oppressor.
Our best efforts become spastic echoes in a canyon of alabaster madness. Oppressor shrieks maniacally "psychology," the spastic echoes returns with defiant unoriginality Black Psychology...alabaster madness cries "Public Intellectual" ...and hear the impotent wind whispers return with Black Public Intellectual. Multiply those mirroring echoes a million times and the liquification of a sustaining culture of a people now prejudiced against their own survival becomes white quicksand beneath them.
Liberation begins first, not as a an act of knowledge, but as an act of imagination, for one cannot conceive of that which they cannot even imagine. Best gift we can give the next generation is the ability to imagine a world outside of the alabaster madness. If this unjustly ordered world is possible, so too is a better one. Some of us—most of us?—cant even imagine that. Some of us can: they will be the healers of our people.
Black Love is Black Power—Imagine that.
—Àdísà
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