Race and America; Political Blackness 2
My voice is tiny; it fails when I stand before this reflection on Race and America, the National Memorial for Peace and Justice, Montgomery Alabama. But my body knows it must cry
https://videopress.com/v/5O4u6gin?preloadContent=metadata
when I enter this Mausoleum of Sacred Desolation and Haunted Memory of Lynching in America. Where I know I am Politically Black
because I can't hold back my tears. My face twists and my tears mingle with my sweat. A site attendant asks me if I'll be okay. I say yes. We smile. Quietly.
What choice do we have?
https://videopress.com/v/rS1avzs1
Who will take care of us but each other?
https://atomic-temporary-161503341.wpcomstaging.com/2020/06/16/au-autobiography-of-political-blackness-installment-1-whence/
We People of Color, We Stand or Fall Together.
https://poeticacom.wordpress.com/2020/07/21/standing-up-for-the-rights-of-minorities-and-refugees-and-against-xenophobic-mentalities/
So, We Will Stand.
So when I leave, my eyes are dry, my head is high, and my Spirit is Survivor, not Slave.
https://www.nandinibhattacharyawrites.com/