i read this book and i have to so much to say. i love reading and writting here lately. i have probably read more books in my lifetime then most people my age have seen. this habit has has greatly increased in the past few months. leaving me, not knowing what to do with the information and knowledge i am picking up. i love being self taught. but i feel like no one is benefitting from my knowledge. i want to talk about it, i want to have deep weekly discusions with people about issues. i want to go to forums,a dn sermons. i want to give speaches in front of crowds and have open ended discussions on matters i read about. on matter EVERYONE reads about. i want to go ploaces and be a activist. and read, and share, and change people's lives. i decided i would like to change my major to somethng that feels good to me, like womens studies, or african american studies. ill probably do women's studies. i want to help people and talk to them, counsel then. i want to volunteer and help people get through life.
i want to fast and be a vegetarian. a afro- christian activist. speaking of which i watcheda documentary by Pan- Africanist John Henrick Clarke the other day. it was wonderful. its about the history of africans in america. and how africans started civilization. civilization meaning people lving together in a civil enviroment. civil meaning PEACEFUL. there is nothing peacul about riding over and conquoring and snatching up OTHER people's land and people. Our African ancestors didnt do that.
speaking of african. the book i read is about a dark skinned women's journey through accepting her dark complexion. the women we are speaking about and author of the book is Marita Golden. i have never equated a person's complexion with thier beauty. i personally have always looked at a person's facial features and bone structure and determined rather or not i appreciated thier look. i believe this is greatly because of being raised a jehovah's witness. and living in a home with a mixed race marriage. i was never taught to see color. i partly believe this is ALSO because i was born and still am what many would consider light skinned. maybe my mother thought i dodged a bullet in that dpartment and didnt feel the NEED to discuss African color and beauty with me. my mother is dark skinned and beautiful, long hair, and those big ole black women hips coupled with the booty. she is, the epitome of what i feel a African women is and what i feel african beauty is. maybe she felt she escaped a lot of her dark skinned "woes" by having a light skinned daughter (i take after my father) and a white husband.i do remember hearing her say things that were not so favorable about her complexion. physically, my mother was
i on the other hand have always been "cursed" with the complete OPPOSITE. and whehn i say COMPLETE opposite...i mean COMPLETE. i was never black enough. i wasnt blessed enough to share in my mother's inherant "blackness". EVERY gene that my mother possessed for that juiciness that is physically everything a black women is...was somehow skipped by me. my light skinn, long hair, and proper speach was never shinned favorably upon. but y? how can there be such a STARK contrast in the black community, or yuj are either too black, or not black enough?