14 Oct Being Black in America
#BeingBlackInAmerica: I’m no longer seen as the “Non-threatening” Black guy as Casting would often refer to me at auditions in Hollywood. How do I know this? Because despite my non-existent criminal record, my many degrees, my tailored wardrobe, the authentic smile that stays plastered on my face and my jovial disposition, I’m constantly reminded that my skin is looked upon as a threat everyday. From the clutching of pursues as I walk by, the obvious avoidance when I step onto an elevator, the hound dog surveillance as I shop in stores of upper echelon appeal and even to the cops that forced me to show my ID as I sat parked in my Mercedes in an affluent neighborhood in Los Angeles while on the phone with my mother.
Will it ever end? I personally doubt it but I’d love to be proven wrong. I was raised in the church in the South by an amazing family. Though we didn’t have much, I saw my family give and give and give despite our lack. My rearing taught me to give and show love and respect to all. However, as a popular phase that surfaced on social media a while back, “We are not our grandparents’ generation!”, I am surely not! As Maya Angelou so poetically stated in And Still I Rise, “I am the hope and the dream of the slave”. I am HBCU educated, melanin empowered, strategically gifted and am ready to fight like hell for my RIGHT and the RESPECT I deserve as a Black man in this country!