A Prelude
So in my more personal realm, something very important just happened. I hope you all will give me a little bit of your time to get these things off my chest, because I know they have value.
I must first give some context. I am beyond blow away by the new Beyoncé. I got my life. I am still getting my life. I live. I die. I am reincarnated. There is an essay in the works that breaks it all down, look out for that by tomorrow afternoon/evening. I have a lot to say about it all. Because Beyoncé just broke open the Truth, and empowered me in the realest way. I am moving onward and taking my spot, which I know is mine. I'm carving out my space. I'm deeply inspired, awed, at her brilliance. She is everything. She is every woman. Beyoncé is the Truth. The Light. The Way. This album is a spiritual awakening for the people of the world. And when I say the people, I mean people with brown souls.
Light skinned people, to be sure, can have brown souls. My soul is old because I am the product of a long line of Appalachian coal miners on one side and war torn Korean refugees "rescued" and brought to America by a domestic form of imperialism (adoption by a white evangelical woman who used my mother as a house slave and beat her with a cord and let her get sexually abused by her white man, divorced and then remarried him knowing about the situation). My husband is a white male with all dat privilege. But he's also Jewish, and his people know about oppression, too. He was moved to tears multiple times this weekend by the Current Beyoncé Experience. We made love. We explored the depths of our souls together in mutual trust. I love him endlessly.
But somewhere along the way, some people, it seems, even people in our own families, decided to forget about the Truth, and the Light.
These people are often where we find we are most certainly still dealing with things like racism, sexism, and the patriarchy in the worst way.
And this Beyoncé moment (the most exciting popular artistic moment of our adulthood) is not only helping directly empower women, improve marriages, give mothers strength, and leading the revolution, but it's also really good at helping us to figure out which of our so-called "friends" (in this case, some random I let have access to me via the ole "friend request" because of a mutual friend and couple times bumping into each other at someone else's house) need to Sit Down.
So here's what went down:
First, I posted this.
And the first person to step in with a comment was this one fool I met a couple times at a mutual colleague's house. He's a white boy in higher ed, claiming to be a down white liberal, thinks he knows what being a radical means, thinks he knows what a lot means, clearly. Enough so that this is what he said about Queen Bey:
UM.
So meanwhile I'm chatting with my friend Dylan about how he's in love with love and life and wants to have a baby because of "Blue." We are feeling so empowered in the struggle. And I am looking back at what this whiteboy said, and just... Can. Not. So I deliver a message that caused my friend Dylan to say, "that was like the fucking queen bitch read of the universe." Well, yes. I happen to be taking this cultural historical moment Very Seriously.
Turns out pointing out a whiteboy's latent sexism and racism can be a touchy subject! I finally get a reply. And it is as follows:
The last line being of key importance to the discussion I would like to be having. Because, this is where I'm coming from:
But boy you stepped here, and you are not getting off the hook that easy. I'm not done with you yet. Especially when you start spewing racist garbage like this.
So as I was saying, this is but a prelude to something I have in store for you, which will not be directed at haters, but at lovers. Lovers of brilliance and truth.
I hope you'll stop back by to see how I look when I'm deeply inspired in my soul, and not just how that looks as a deep read on a damn fool.
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