A story of our struggles and achievements A story that is so far from pointing the finger because if it wasn’t, we would first have to point the finger at ourselves. Historically, there were tribal wars in Africa. We fought each other, kidnapped each other and sold each other into slavery. In trying to conquer our own brothers, we essentially divided and conquered ourselves. Nobody cried then but the victim. Similar to today, there’s nobody crying but the victim.
Sure, as Africans in America, we’ve been victimized. There’s no denying that. And our people have cried. They still do. You may shake your head no, but the tears are dripping from your heart. We know that tears dry up though and that time heals all wounds.
So, embrace time (past, present and future) and strive to dance in the streets of victory that our ancestors fought so bravely for. As you walk in these new streets of opportunity and travel the roads in search of full equality and justice, do not lift your hand to point the finger but lift your hands to help your neighbor overcome and achieve so that we may all commune in a place of grace – a place where society as a whole will see that our history is evolving into something beautiful.