On the heels of the election of Barack Obama, the first Black President of the US, this is me figuring out what American means to me now. What does America mean to you?
I have been angry more days than I care to admit. I’m human so there is a world of pain to respond to, but in particular, I am discussing the anger that I have felt about the past and the impact that it has on my present as a black person in America. I have worn that anger well (at least that’s what I thought), hardly realizing how guarded that I had become about who I am and my rights in my country and the world.
But change has a way of exposing many of the things that we have been holding onto that we just may be able to let go of. It seems to be a new day . . . And in the aftermath of Barack Obama's election to the highest office in the land, I have to wonder how the deep-south will adjust and quite frankly, how I will adjust as I become aware that finally, there is “room for me” at America’s table. This is our journey, our process . . . —N.Fury—
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