An impromtu freestyle battle in the park…young Rafer Alston throwin’ the ball between a helpless defender’s legs at the Rucker…a contrarian God from Power Hill challenges the all bein’ born principle of Supreme Mathematics in order to steer his nation toward more quantitative mathematical soundness…a powerful teacher dares to hit the streets of Now Why to teach that the blackman is God, amidst a dominant current of global white supremacy…
All of the above are examples of black people’s aversion to the subjective nature of imposed convention. This is not to say that we are incapable of following rules, or even that we aren’t in favor of them. It’s just that we prefer to make our own rules and do things our own way. As the original people to walk this planet our purpose is and always has been to blaze trails in unique and inventive ways. Since we have no predecessors we never had anyone else’s style to bite. Conversely, others have peppered our styles with their teeth marks. Just take a look at what happens when a black person penetrates a cipher previously dominated by white people. Generally, one of two things will happen. Either, they will completely submit to indoctrination and assimilate in the hope that they’ll be able to quietly enjoy their success based on the fact that they aren’t perceived as a threat. Or, they’ll “do their own thing” and accept the constant criticism and pressure that comes with being an outlier. Trust me, white people do not take kindly to acts of black self-determination. Further complicating matters is the fact that we don’t give a fuck. If you push us hard enough we’ll give it to you raw on some Ol’ Dirty shit.
What this speaks to is the deep yearning that we have to express ourselves. For hundreds of years we’ve been told what to eat, how to properly dress, how to act etc. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out why we don’t like this. It’s because white people set these standards and uhhh…we’re not white. We don’t want our lives dancing to the rhythm of rules that they dictate. That shit is off beat anyway, and we have our own drum. It never ceases to amaze me when they act like they can’t understand why some of us have difficulty functioning in their institutions, passing their standardized tests, and climbing their corporate ladder. In many instances, it’s because that shit is unalike to us and at a certain point we get sick of walkin’ their walk and talkin’ their talk only to be chastised when we spice that shit up with an infusion of flavor even if it proves just as effective or more.
I’m all for refinement but there’s a fine line between constructive criticism and condemnation for being too black. I assure you that the point I’m making is not overblown. It manifests itself everyday within my circumference. I have to alter my build at the justice and perpetuate this non-threatening image just to keep them comfortable. I have to dumb down my speech to a degree in order not to reveal that I’m too smart. Essentially, I have to do the same acting job as thousands of other blacks all over the world and it’s a high blower to say the least. What if the tables were turned? What if they had to alter their speech, behavior, & dress in order to blend in with what we deem customary and acceptable. How well would they do? How comfortable would they be? Would they be able to remain in a fine mist and learn the finer points of our social equality? What would they do if we treated them like second class citizens and introduced them to a glass ceiling? Would they enjoy living in a way that is un-natural to them?… Things that make you go hmmmmmmmmmm.