Who came up with the term microaggression? Probably the same tribe that invented the oxymoron, “white fragility.” My spellcheck which is not “smart” wanted to substitute, “micro” for “macroaggression.” What has been my people’s experience in this nation warrants no box office hits to remind us—the rememory lives in the tissues and bones of descendants of former captives monetized. Haile Gerima’s Sankofa could have been the definitive story followed by perhaps Jordan Peele’s Get Out! a 21st century edition of the Let’s Get Rid of Black Freedmen’s Movement. Framed as “repatriation,” Southerners were unhappy with the idea of free Africans as neighbors. 50 years before the Civil War, white men in the American Colonialization Society (1816-1964) began shipping free Africans from this hemisphere to land purchased in West Africa. Liberia was actually the first independent Black nation in 1839. However, its existence was not recognized until 1862. The whole shipping of free Black people to West Africa was a reversal of the slave trade, the agents (15,000) this time, also Black, just no long African.
Now there are comedies about the slave experience—Antebellum, it doesn’t matter if one of the directors Gerard Bush, not Christopher Renz, claims ancestry in the terrible trafficking of human beings. He doesn’t get a pass. Black pain has always been marketable and as a topic juxtaposed to BLM negates the latter, because all consumers remember is captivity even when the captivity is a genetic memory – yes, there seems to be no escape in the latest screen adaptation.
In the Washington Post review (9/18/20), the writer asks, “what makes a good slave movie?” What indeed. Even Harriet (2019), which I enjoyed, made Black men evil and humanized and gave backstory to the enslavers. Yes, the writers hinted at a love triangle between the wayward “master” and at that time, Mrs. Tubman.
Right. Sickening.
Popular exploitative renditions of Black pain sell ideas that perpetuate Black or African American inferiority and inhumanity, so when an act as atrocious as an unarmed young father, Jacob Blake (29) shot seven times Aug. 23, in the back while his children sit nearby, is acceptable, so acceptable the story disappears from the news—we see Black pain and Black death normalized.
But there is a way to diffuse this madness. What if Black people decided, as some have, to change their diet to a live-it—our consumption, images that promote who we are and where we see ourselves in the future, rather than all too familiar nooses and chains and branding irons?
For us, this is not past, it is now—
There is nothing entertaining about Black pain. No other people’s pain is on the stock market except ours. Economists trade in Black life commodities, whether that is hypotheses on longevity which affect insurance eligibility, what companies will cover us and for how much– Believe me, we pay more for less.
We have not addressed the New Jim Crow—imprisonment. When Gore posits “an inconvenient truth” he is talking about climate change and the floods and disappearing landmass. Another inconvenient truth which is not acknowledged is the fear that greets white America when it looks outside and sees Dark Matter.
I am not saying forget the past. It is impossible to forget this history when we live in a society where the production is expected. We want to remember our ancestors; however, the exploitation has to cease. The MAAFA is not a commodity, it is people, African ancestors remembered—It is a part of as Dr. Marimba Ani[1] cites a three part interrogation: Sankofa, Maafa, Ayaresa, each element connected. See her Let the Circle Remain Unbroken and Yurugu.
I reflect on the sharpness of my tongue . . . I am so glad I didn’t say what I was thinking several times over the past month. We really do not know what another person has suffered and often this trauma affects how the person shows up. We need to cultivate empathy and learn to hold space distant enough to maintain objectivity. I recall when Sister Sheba was telling us about how she wrote the “Ritual of Forgiveness,” how the forgiveness came from an act of survival—when we can’t forgive, “the what” eats away at our lives until it—the life, is gone. Sister Sheba suggested we start with family. Sometimes it feels easier to forgive strangers, co-workers, people one does not share veins, heartbeat, bone marrow. I wonder how one forgives as the deed bleeds, the person without remorse? Drop me a line if you know.
In a world space where we do not see each other except through filters, we need to remain mindful of how easy it is to misinterpret language, especially written language. When the body is removed, there is more room for error especially for melanin kissed people. This distancing is just so not who we are. I was talking to Brotha Clint, composer: “MAAFA We Remember You,” Monday about how I have developed a signal I use to greet other Africans, to let them know “I see you and wish you good health and prosperity.”
I put my right hand on my heart and nod towards the person if the person looks at me. Criminalized for our packaging which everyone loves when we are not wearing it[2]—I want to make sure the person knows it is the virus that keeps me away, not the person’s Blackness.
I think about not getting to see the altar on Sunday, October 11, because whenever I looked over where it was situated, there were too many people crowded around it, not distanced. Neter Aa Meri had not read anything I sent him; however, he was completely finished when I arrived at 5:30 a.m. Perhaps if we’d spoken, he could have had people lineup six feet apart so that we all could have an opportunity to commune with spirit. I couldn’t micromanagement that, since the bigger task was to place the solar lights six feet apart so people could see how to distance themselves. Melvin and I made a circle which included the altar and the space in front which is where the speakers made presentations.
When I finally made it over to the altar, the food had been given to the ancestors and the items distributed to people gathered.[3] I was able to meet young people, two young women named after goddess: Kali and MAAT and a young man. Neter Aa Meri was elated to finally have some willing minds and hearts to teach this valuable practice.
I also missed the sunrise—it just went from dark to light. I saw Min. Alkebulan’s photos of the sunrise later. I think I was too caught up in a good way in the program — From Brother Dar’s inviting melodies which called our ancestors—“Many 1000s Gone” which says, “No more auction block for me. No more, no more. No more auction block for me—Many 1000s gone. [No more tasers and chokeholds and knees on our necks. . . No more.]” Dar ended with “Oh, Freedom” — to King Theo’s Holistic African Movement to Ava’s lovely choreography which had us acknowledging our bodies in a good way, I think one of the themes on this 25th Anniversary is certainly, “Black Power” or the Power inherent in our Blackness.
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Desmond Iman followed Ava with the primal scream and then we ended with ringing of bells for 401 years of African American history (1619-2021). We started this tradition last year, when I learned that the Golden Gate Recreation Area, which Ocean Beach sits, did not acknowledge the National Parks Day of Healing hosted by Ft. Monroe National Monument which is the site where 401 years ago at Old Ft. Comfort, Africans were traded for provisions and thus began the English Slave trade; however, in California the trade goes back 100 years earlier with the Spanish.
Uncle Bobby and Sister Beatrice joined us as well to say the names of people killed by police. October 22 is Stolen Lives Project, a day set aside to compile a national list of all the people killed by police the year before. It is also Sister Sheba’s birthday. She is one of the founders of Stolen Lives. She told me the funny story of how the date was chosen. Initially, organizers were looking at Oct. 12, Columbus Day, however, the thought was the Italians would not be happy, and considering Italians were a huge presence on the NYC police force, Oct. 22 was chosen. When presented with the date, Sister Sheba said, “It’s my birthday,” so while she was in NYC comrades would get a chocolate cake for her to celebrate after the Stolen Lives events ended.
Listen to Wanda’s Picks Radio, Wed., Oct. 21, 8 AM when Sister Sheba joins us to talk about her work in police accountablity, the Black Panther Party and Public Health. She might even share a poem. October 22 is also Bobby Seale’s, co-founder of the Black Panther Party, birthday. My father, Fred Batin was born this day too. The party was founded October 22, 1966.
At the ceremony Sunday morning, I shared some thoughts on the Slave Rebellion Reenactment November 2020, hosted by Dread Scott, from Chicago, now living in New York. He’s an artist whose work disrupts as it invites silenced to speak. As his name invokes Black humanity and the Dred Scott case where just in case our ancestors thought themselves mistaken, the highest court reiterated the claim that Black people were not created equal to white men or white women. In fact, Mr. Scott’s assertion that since he lived in a free state, shouldn’t he be a free man was met with the ruling that Black people were not citizens of this nation, therefore could not use the court to file charges against a slave owner for his captivity. This was in 1857.
Slave Rebellion Reenactment last year in East Louisiana up from NOLA referenced the largest rebellion in US history, January 1811. Encouraged by news of the Haitian revolution Africans took their freedom and white folks ran.
As we walked the road, bayous on one side, old plantations on the other plus petro chemical plants spewing poisons into the air, spilling into the water killing everything walking, crawling or flying, some of us could feel the energy of the ancestors traveling through our feet into our legs our hips and abdomen, into the heart chakra.
We marched holding our machetes, cane knives and rusty muskets. It was freedom or death.
By the time I got to NOLA my ancestors dead, heads chopped off and put on spikes along the road we’d just travelled, I was ready for freedom. My body ached, I was hungry and tired and Ready for Revolution or death.
I was feeling like chopping off heads especially when we passed a housed where this evil woman tortured her enslaved persons so horribly she was fined. I think the Africans burned the house down.
When we got to Congo Square the weary soldiers were treated like royalty and we were. We were our ancestors reimagined and the freedom they died for we need to treasure and say, never again
“Before I be a slave. I be buried in my grave and go home to my lord and be free.”
Thanks to all the participants at the Living Maafa Ritual at Ocean Beach in San Francisco and to the presenters at the Virtual Ritual later that same morning. I have attached the program with links. The audio links do not work unfortunately. You can watch the complete program for both at these links:
Here is a link to both:
Virtual 25th Annual MAAFA Commemoration Part II
and Virtual 25th Annual MAAFA Commemoration Part I
Thanks to Brother Kwalin Kimathi who hosted the first program (as well as gave tech support as did Sister Koren Clark) and to Brotha Clint and Sister Afua who joined him in Zoom to talk about the MAAFA Tradition in the SF Bay. We also want to thank Melvin Phillips who videotaped for the livestream broadcast and thanks to Brother Che and the other men from Community Ready Corps for onsite security. Special thanks to King Theo Aytchan Williams, Iya Ava Square, Iya La Tanya Carmical, Ayikwe Scott, Baba Darinxoso Oyamasela, Mins. Alicia Teasley and Imhotep Alkebulan, Desmond Iman, Brother Neter Aa Meri and his assistants; Sistar Gwendolyn “Sunrise” Traylor; Brother Cephus “Uncle Bobby” Johnson, Sister Beatrice X Johnson.
For the second part of the 25th Anniversary of MAAFA SF Bay Area, we want to thank Sister Karla Brundage for her tech support, Sister Koren Clark for tech support, Sister TaSin Sabir for her website and media development; Brother Mike Jackson, Montgomery MAAFA and ICCAAMP for his media support; and of course all the contributors to the Virtual 25th Annual MAAFA Commemoration in order of appearance: Sister Wanda Sabir, host; Sister Opal Palmer-Adisa, Ph.D.; Brotha Clint; Baba Kola Thomas; Seestah IMAKHÜS Njinga Okofu Ababio, Brother Alonzo “Zochi” Young, (Ethiopia); Iya Mahealani Uchiyama; Aishah Bashir and her mom: revered ancestor, Iya Jaquelyn Hadiah McLeod; Tarika Lewis on her cousin, revered ancestor, Sister Makinya Kouyate; Baba Ustadi Kadiri & Sister Bisola Marignay on revered ancestor, Brother Tahuti; Ms. Nia McAllister; Sister Bisola Marignay, Ph.D.; Iya Queen Hollins, Earthlodge; Iya Osotunde aka Mama C (Tanzania); Kumasi– Black Liberation Pledge; Dr. Francis Cress Welsing, MD., revered ancestor, “A Liberating Black People’s Prayer for Peace” (©1996); Ms. Koren Clark on her father, honored ancestor: Dr. Syed Malik al Khatib (1940-2014); Min. Alan Laird, M.Div; Baba Eddie Abrams — Umoja House; Karla Brundage — The Black Arts Movement; Min. Mxolisi, M.Div., Wo’se co-founder; Sister Piwai (Zimbabwe); Sister Omitola Akinwunmi (Uganda)—she will lead the Virtual Maafa Townhall Workshop 11/22, 2-4 in Zoom; Sistar Gwendolyn “SunRise” Traylor; Brother Mehib Holmes, Atlanta, GA; Sister Kharyshi Wiginton, “MeToo,” Texas; Brother Bryant Bolling and Sistar Zakiyyah Capehart-Bolling; Honored ancestor, John Coltrane for his “Love Supreme” — and to all those who are a part of the MAAFA Commemoration SF Bay Area Global family.
Don’t forget to visit the MAAFA SF Bay Area Boutique for gifts.
[1] More biographical information on Dr. Marimba Ani (http://www.hartford-hwp.com/archives/30/084.html)
[2] Paradise Free Ja Love’s anthem: “They Love Everything about You, but You”
[3] I would have liked a candle to mark this 25th Anniversary, but the helpers kept walking past me to those on the left and right of me.