“Racism doesn’t exist.”
“I don’t see color.”
“Just look at how far we’ve come in the world.”
Mariah couldn’t escape the same old tired expressions she would receive every time she opened her mouth, liked a post, or shared a pro-Black story on her Facebook page. There were times when she wished people could walk one day in her shoes and realize that regardless of the changes – things weren’t that better. As a black woman, she faced a number of different issues in her everyday life and it didn’t help that she rocked a mean afro these days. Rarely did she receive questions about her education or career, people she met where more intrigued with how she cared for her curly coils.
Nobody understood how complacent she had become with her lot in life. From a young age, Mariah had been programmed to believe that her dark skin wasn’t as beautiful as her fair skinned friends. She was aware that she would always have to work three times as hard to reach any goals she set for herself. Life continuously made her question why she even bothered attempting to answer the racist questions posed to her. Mariah quickly learned how to navigate her attitude and ambition in fear that someone would view her as your typical “angry black woman.”
Complacency for the racism had been ingrained into her psyche and achieved the one thing that black people fought for during the Civil Rights movement – to make her feel inferior. Mariah hadn’t realized that she had sheltered the strong black woman she was meant to be, in order to fit into a mold that wasn’t meant for her. Being born black wasn’t a crime, neither is appreciating your heritage or culture.
Mariah took a deep breath and looked up from her journal. She gently reminded herself that everything would be ok and mediated to her favorite quote.
“I am deliberate and afraid of nothing.” -Audre Lorde
Better days were surely ahead.