In the United States, African Americans with lots of money do not have financial independence but rather financial bondage. Why do I align with the latter? It’s because affluent African Americans exist in a sort of vacuum, methodically isolated from their peers, and are controlled and regulated by all the things (i.e., people, institutions, corporations, the reins of power, the ruling class, etc.) that have enabled their status.
On the other hand, African Americans with any moderate means toward their own survival, or those without money, intrinsically the predominant cultural asset of the African diaspora, are like robots that exist in the unbounded remnants of American slavery, aggressively pinned down by the reins of power to that position for fear that any paradigm shift will fundamentally change reverent clandestine strategies that are archaic in nature, re-blueprinting the trajectory of America’s future. Historically neglected, African Americans own a few massive assets in America’s enormous portfolio of industries. Yet they are the heirs of the ancestors who literally built some of those industries with their bare hands.
So, when two little innocent black girls approach a Sesame Place “costume character,” hoping to be embraced by love as their peers have been, but are treated worse than a dog seeking the same, I am forced to question black culture again and again, wondering what the hell we are doing with our knowledge and wealth other than making everybody else’s culture rich. Where is all of our ownership in industry and entertainment venues? Why can’t we rise together? This is crazy!
In closing, perhaps it wouldn’t be so maddening to consider that principles are an extension of morality, and when a person’s or a nation’s morality is in question, then how else can you place judgment but to say that what’s in question has been immoral?
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