Yes that’s me circa 2014.
Yesterday I saw quite a few birthday tributes to MLK on my FACEBOOK page
and on other sites as well. However, one
thing I don’t like is that they always show his photos in black and white. Maybe it is out of respect. I realize mostly everything was seen in black
and white during his lifetime but folks this is 2014. Dare to be different, go to the websites and
snatch a photo with him looking so glowing in full color. You know they even have some apps now where
you can convert black and white photos into color just for fun. The photo I am posting in this blog entry was
taken in color and I converted it to black and white. It is that time of year for the award
ceremonies again and it is the time of the year when most everything dealing
with the big screen is still seen in black and white behind the scenes. You feel me?
Getting back to MLK, the only color photos I have seen of
MLK in recent weeks in color are the distasteful ones some thugs have been
photo shopping up and having MLK posing as a gangster rapper. Too shame!
I wish he could take back the freedoms he fought for in regards to those
idiots. I imagine if he were still alive
he may get a good chuckle out of it. But
posthumous it is just totally disrespectful.
I would say their mother should have taught them better than that. However, this is 2014 and there are a lot of
broken families they probably don’t have a mother and are too weak to see a
purpose for themselves.
I consider myself a Civil Rights baby because I was born in
1963. However, statisticians apparently
never saw fit to lump us in a group like Baby Boomers (which overlaps). I may start my private campaign for that
movement because hey at 50 how many more years do I have left to be properly
identified? Well my mother calls me "bit@#" and I don't like that either. Adversity builds strength and it is with much adversity my strength has been built to not to get into likes and dislikes.
Speaking of identification, it is tough being a black female
in today’s society. I have seen a lot of
progress in my lifetime. However, I
would like to make mention I’ve seen some regress too. The
most significant being nowadays you cannot judge someone by the skin they’re
in. When I look back over my life it has
been the ones in a different skin at times who have had the greatest positive
impact on my life. I have had been
blessed with several career opportunities, good positions over my gainful
employment and self-employment years on this earth, during my academic
pursuits, and during times of volunteer service to my former community and I
can honestly say it is the negative folk who see everything in black who have
given me the most h-e-double hockey sticks in my lifetime.
The hardest challenge I have faced recently is letting go of
the emotional attachment as a woman I normally place on friendships,
relationships, acquaintances and look at some people differently. I looked at some folks one day and had an epiphany. Even though they are in the same skin I am in
they are nothing more than what my grandmother used to deem an Uncle Tom. People who I need not waste another ounce of
energy on because they go against the very grain of my existence because I
believe everyone deserves to be uplifted.
I don’t believe in kicking people down because they have more shine than
me, can read better than me, are smarter than me, look better than me, are
skinnier than me, have more education than me, no I don’t look down on folks
for vain things. I was reared with the
lesson to treat people as people. Even
though that defiant little inner child in me sometimes wants to act up and
treat buttheads as buttheads the adult in me overrides the child.
For the record, I’m the type of person that I need you to be
the same to me in my face as you are behind my back. Otherwise, there is nothing real there. If I were to keep lists, which I don’t, they would
not appear on my black list, they would not appear on my white list, they would
appear on my colorful list because I consider them to be straight up clowns. Oh no, there goes that inner child. That was childish wasn’t it?
Oh, by the way,
excuse me this is my blog if you don’t like my opinions well then click away
and I won’t even digress by telling you were to click away to! Bad sports move on! And for those who stay around and listen to
my rants and raves thank you. You know
it is 2014 and it is all over the web.
Black women such as me are lonely with no man and no chance of getting a
man. Keep reading into that. But out of every challenge comes opportunities,
there are men ready, willing, and able to handle their fair share of these
lonely hearts irrespective of color because it’s all the same in the dark. Bless their overindulging hearts.
Needless to say, I don’t believe in a cloned society. We all as individuals bring something
wonderfully unique to this game called life.
I don’t walk like a duck, quack like a duck, or act like a duck because
I am uniquely and wondrously made. As
the song goes “if you don’t like me so what I don’t care.” Chances are I don’t just tolerate you. If life was diminished to likes and dislikes,
black and white, hate or love, it would be too extreme for me – there is a
happy medium.
One last thing or more, color is a beautiful thing. Embrace it!
Someone went to great lengths for us to be able to share the beauty of
color via photos, videos, and life itself.
Enjoy it!
One perplexing question: Why do we even need color photos if
everything is still being looked at in black and white?
Are you embracing all life has to offer or are you seeing everything in black and white?
