Message from the marginalized
Wednesday, November 29, 2017
In post-racial America, I walk in Uptown keenly aware of my identity — a heavy set black man, nappy hair and sizable lips, but I hope the hazel eyes and the glimpse of a smile provide reassurances as one walks by that I am, in-fact, “one of the safe ones.”
Surrounded by liberals, I continue to hear the narrative of a “post-racial America” where we are all treated equally, all while I attempt to minimize my presence to avoid scaring these same exact liberals. Frankly, I cannot feel safe in my skin for its seen as a threat even to so-called “allies.” The account of wanting to embrace who I am, but fearing to do so, is the story of us marginalized people in this “post-racial/xenophobic/homophobic America.”
Already suffocating from depths of emotions, we find ourselves disfranchised by the narrative of the media and liberals alike that we must understand the Trump supporter — the same one who doesn’t acknowledge Pride Month, the same one who wants to build a wall and kick out the most vulnerable of us, the one who wants to kick millions of people off of insurance rolls, the same one who supports, unequivocally, institutions that halt our advancement.
We reject such a notion to understand them and their cause, for they are neglecting our own. After giving away billions of dollars of free press to now President Trump, we wait for the opportunity to voice our vulnerabilities, frustrations and distrust with not only the current administration, but the system in itself. The narrative should be understanding us, not us attempting to understand them.