Well #AlarmedNation , I’m back with another post that exposes the foolishness. But this time, I will also speak on and own my part in it.
Now unlike many other of my sisters and brothers that grew up in the 80’s and 90’s, I was not reading Huey Newton and other strong, build-up-my-black-image books growing up. I was not a card carrying member of the NAACP; I was not knowledgeable of the Black Panther Party intricacies beyond movies and the little (very little) we learned in school. I was the kid just trying to get through high school with a record deal and my dignity. I’m saying this because though I’m far from a dummy, and I hold dear and honor my “BLACK PRIDE,” I was not the protesting, fight the power, by any means necessary sistah! I wore cowry shells cuz they were pretty and my mom and her friends loved them. I wore kente cloth hammer pants cuz they were in. I loved images of Ankhs and other kemetic symbols because they were interesting and looked like art…THEN I looked them up to learn of their origins. I was a nerd, a geek and an audiophile who just wanted to sing, dance and entertain.
As I’ve grown up, I’ve definitely tuned in a bit more. But I still can’t say that I’m ready to toss on my dashiki instead of my cashmere sweater as I go to a #BlackLivesMatter die-In or protest. I #BuyBlack, but I also have watched Love & Hip Hop: Hollywood religiously, in spite of the foolishness, negative imagery and the ridiculous stereotypes it perpetuates. Though once it gets so silly and physical, I realized I turn the channel (à la the reunions… I can’t do those). But in all of what and who I wasn’t and am not… who and what I am, is a pRHOud member of a Black Greek Letter Organization. I am a member of the Divine 9 and I love my NPHC (National Pan Helenic Council). So as a member of Sigma Gamma Rho Sorority Inc. for nearly two decades (17 years this coming April 23, 2015 to be exact and openly, nope not all of them have been financial), I knew in my gut that watching yet another of these ratchet shows on VH1 would bite me in the ass and make me ashamed of something. And the fact it was based around something I take so personally and feel strongly about… that only led to make it worse.