“‘Be strong,’ they say. Support your men. Raise a man. Think like a man. Well, damn. I gotta do all that? Who’s out here working for me? Carrying my burden? Building me up when I get down? Nobody. Black women out here trying to save everybody, We still try. Try to help all y'all, even when we get nothing.
God forbid you let a sista like me help you out. No, you don’t want that. Don’t let me put you on my back when you fall, wipe the crust out of your eye, put a pep back in your step. Because when we do, you resent us for making you better, smarter, stronger; then drop us so you can be with someone basic. Someone without all that baggage you left us with. But we still try.” - Mama Pope (Khandi Alexander, Scandal)
I’m not hostile, I’m passionate. It was the clap back heard across the interwebs as Amanda Seales eloquently explained white privilege to Caitlyn Jenner, who attempted to dismiss her perspective by accusing Seales of being hostile. Too often black women have to defend our presence and convince people that we have earned our place, all while fighting the label of the angry black woman. As Solange sings, “we got a lot to be mad about.”
Let’s be real, our angry is not new and it is not displaced. As slaves, we cooked and cleaned for the slave owner’s family. We took care of the slave owners children and gave them more love and affection that we barely had any left for own families. We were fetishized and sexually assaulted by our slave masters, and expected to deal with it in silence. In today’s We have to work twice as much to get a fraction of what our white counterparts get paid. We watch mediocre non-people of color advance and thrive off of average credentials while all the degrees in the world only serve as our footstool to that glass ceiling.
To pour more salt on our wounds, we have to watch wypipo, specifically white women, appropriate our culture, our features, and styles, and capitalize of it. The Kardashians have built an empire on the backs of black women. Their copy and paste bodies are celebrated, while we have been flaunting these bomb ass figures and curves NATURALLY for years. Women like them are deemed fashion forward when they rock “boxer braids”...those are cornrows my G. We’ve been relaxing and straightening our hair for years to conform the what is considered “normal” and “appropriate” to excel and fit in socially. And to add insult to injury, we have to deal with the black men who tear us down, and treat women like the Kardashians like gold. These black men are quick to say we are bitter and angry, which makes us unattractive and the reason they prefer white women. While nobody is checking for this type of f*ck boy, it’s frustrating and sad. Because black women are forever capping for black men. We are marching for black men. We are taking on the frustrations of black men and internalizing those issues when we have our own shit to sort out.
So maybe we are angry. We have damn good reason to be! But we are so much more than that. We are beautiful, resilient beings. We are loving and nurturing. We are strong, but vulnerable. Black women have not even been, nor will be monolithic. We are a force to be reckoned with, and we will not be silenced.
Join us as we discuss the "The Myth of The Angry Black Woman."