Black Girls Be So Proud to Be Aggies!

I mentioned in a previous post that I am a proud graduate of an illustrious HBCU, but I didn’t name it.  Well it’s Black History Month and I got my alumni newsletter in the mail today and my pride bubbleth over.

I am an alumnus of the North Carolina Agricultural & Technical State University!!! AGGIE PRIDE!!!! (Whoo! That takes a lot out of you when you do it right lol)

I am so extremely proud of my university.  It was established in the basement of Shaw University in 1891. It would go on to give us the “Greensboro Four” (really the A&T Four) who were famous for their nonviolent protest of sitting in at the Woolworth’s counter in Greensboro, North Carolina on February 1, 1960.

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Ronald McNair, first African American astronaut, was an Aggie.  And though he made the ultimate sacrifice on the Challenger on January 26, 1986, he forged an indelible bond between the university and NASA that continues to this very day.

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And on the cover of the alumni newsletter there was the First Lady of the United States, newly robed and mid-speech.  She gave the commencement address for the Spring 2012 graduation.  She was also given an honorary doctorate from A&T making her an Aggie for life!

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But it’s not the glorious achievements that my alma mater boasts that make me so proud to call myself an Aggie.  It’s all the Aggies I know who are out in the world kicking down doors, obliterating barriers and creating their own opportunities that make me proud to say I am one of them! Aggies dont understand No! Aggies know no wait! And Aggies know what they can achieve when they call on the Aggie infantry.  When we yell “AGGIE PRIDE” it is not a mere spirit chant, its a battle cry. Its a rallying call that tells us to gear up and get ready; for the fight is not over.

So on this Black History Month 2013 I celebrate my alma mater, North Carolina Agricultural & Technical State University. The legacy its created, its present growth and its continued and future success!

Wanna learn more about NC A&T? Visit them here.

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Black Girls Be Thinking About Exceptionalism AKA Just Another Post About Gabby Douglas

I can admit I am not very athletic I am anti-athletic.  I can dance my tail off and I gots all the rhythm but once you turn the music off and put a ball in my hand or put me on any type of court, I lose every single ounce of coordination.  And it doesnt help that I am competitive so even when I play someone that obviously has more technical skills than I do, I get frustrated because Im losing.  Because I have more heart! I want it badder than they do! But that’s not the point of this post…

I love to watch the Olympics.  It amazes me what the human body can do.  I am amazed at the women’s bodies, especially the track runners (How many hills would I have to run to get a track booty? This is a serious question) and the menz is just pretty to look at.  And the individual stories always inspire me.

I think it goes without saying that Gabby Douglas became America’s sweetheart during the Olympics.  Her inviting smile, welcoming charm, and limitless grace only magnify her athleticism.  She seems so grounded and mature.  And her story of triumph and sacrifice is universal.  Oh yeah, and she’s a Black Girl.

I am a Black Girl. I will give you a moment to recover from your disbelief…yeah, I know… ok… you good….Moving on. As a Black Girl I am particularly moved by the successes of other Black Girls.  But every once in while I have to stop and think, hmmmm, what will it be like when it is so common to see a Black Girl succeed that it doesnt even cause a ripple.  No one blinks an eye or thinks twice.

It makes me wonder how my grandparents feel. Going from sharecroppers and nannies to having kids with Master’s degrees and high Naval ranks.  And their grandkids with their college degrees, high paying jobs and traveling all over the world.  When I am a grandmother will I watch the Olympics with my grandchildren and marvel at all of the colored faces while they dont even notice them?

And if black achievement is no longer deemed exceptional than will Black failure no longer feel like a blight against every Black person?  Will there ever be a day when Black girls and Black boys can live their lives without feeling like they are carrying the weight of their people?  Will we ever be able to just be?

I hope that day comes and I hope I am alive to see it.  But when it does come, like a playful memory of a virginity long lost, we will never forget our first. Barack, Michelle, Oprah, Toni, and now little Golden Gabby. But I hope we dont have firsts for much longer.

Black Girls Be Sad

Today was Chick-Fil-A Appreciation Day or National Same-Sex Kissing in Chick-Fil-A Day or Wednesday, however you want to look at it. Today as I walked to collect the mail from the post office, the streets of downtown Raleigh were blocked off to ensure the safety of one very important woman, Mrs. Michelle Obama. And that fact made this normally Blue Black Girl a Proud Black Girl.

Nevertheless, here was this woman who had the power to stop traffic, literally, & not because she had a little something something to her backside & was pedestrian eye candy. No. This Black woman is getting police escort & blockades as she travels, supporting her Black husband in his attempt to be re-elected as the President of this country. I went back to my office thinking one day I will meet here & we will be friends. Ok maybe that’s a little fantastic but a Black Girl can dream right?

So I get home & I see this:

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And all that sweet dark chocolate love I had in my heart melted in my hand & not in my mouth. I just wanted to quit. Wanted to zip out of my skin like the slave workers in The Wiz and walk away. But for why?

There are so many things wrong. First of all, Chick-Fil-A is still fast food and is not good for you by any means. So for a community that is plagued with high blood pressure & high cholesterol to wave their fried food flag is just…

Second, Black folks should be the last ones to discriminate against another group. How short is our memory? How quick we’ve forgotten! Maybe we need to look at that firehose picture again or maybe we should all get bitten by an attack dog so we’ll have a point of reference. But that was us not even 50 years ago. So how dare… Ugh…

But this is my biggest problem, they are holding up their politically poly saturated sandwich in a sanctuary. Of a church. Which is supposed to be the house of God….

As a Black woman I have always struggled with being a Christian & knowing that I practice a religion that was forced on my ancestors. Every February I would ask my mother Why? How? But I never got an answer. In the last year I have rekindled my relationship with God & this is what I learned. God is Love. God is everywhere that love abounds & resides in everyone that lives in Love. It’s simple. And as a child of God I have the simple yet sometimes difficult task of finding the God in the people I meet & loving it fiercely. There are no exceptions & no buts. God sent his Son to give us one decree, “Love one another.” He did not say Love one Another except the gays or Love one another accept the illegal immigrants. No he stated it plainly, completely & did not leave anything or anyone out. And then He died for it, so we knew it was real.

I really don’t know what to do or say or feel from here, so I write. I really am the Blue Black Girl with a heavy heart. And I’m disappointed. So disappointed. We should know better. And as Dr. Angelou says, “When you know better you do better.” All I know is love so that is what I must do.