An open letter: #TweetLikeABlackGirl
An open letter: #TweetLikeABlackGirl
The #TweetLikeABlackGirl trending topic has stirred up a lot of emotions in me. To see an onslaught of nothing but negative and untrue stereotypes circle the internet as fun and jokes is saddening. Black women are constantly portrayed as ghetto, loud, angry, illiterate, baby mamas, on welfare, with weave as a life source and top priority. In truth, we are college educated, successful, ambitious, eloquent, strong, and beings of self expression and beauty. The internalized ideologies of the Black female (and male) are truly disheartening. These stereotypes stem from mainstream media and ideas that are promoted by Whites to keep us enslaved. It’s also, sad that many black girls and women will never even become aware of the chains that bind them. I have always been aware of my Blackness, but it wasn’t until my stint at UT that I truly became aware of the world around me and it has been a learning process since then.
Black women are the Mothers of civilization and birthed humanity, we are descendants of Queens, but have lost our identity to the point where we are treated as less than peasants. The Black figure is deemed inhumane. We have been diminished and reduced to a woman who “can’t get a black man or a white one for that matter” when in reality, our black men are currently in jail or dead and historically they were sold and separated from us during slavery anyway. And in truth, the white man has always been intrigued and fascinated by the Black woman, especially during slavery. Black fatherhood was dismantled and destroyed during slavery. The slave trade reduced Black men to merely sperm donors and reproductive entities. See any parallels today? Today, our men are stripped from our communities by George Zimmermans and the “Justice” system. They portray us as “independent” and disrespectful to our men, when there are Black women ready and willing to treat our KINGS as such.
Since we were brought to the Americas we have been pitted against each other and forced to compete. We fight each other daily about the shade of our skin ( dark versus light), but barely look to the root of the problem. These insecurities and hatreds stemmed directly from the plantation and the slave master. We were bought and sold as good and bad commodity, stolen from our homeland and stripped of our humanity. Robbed of our basic needs and human instincts, we are struggling to regain our true identity.
People will continue to argue: it’s just twitter, it’s not that serious, it’s all in fun. But, to me there is nothing funny nor insignificant about it. We have been trained to be conditioned to our conditions. Some Black people even go as far as to defend their master, and take up for the White people saying those things. Who taught you to hate yourself?? Why do we have to sit back, relax, and hush so as not to ruffle the feathers of the White man and be deemed just another angry Black woman. Why do we have to fear standing up to dispel these ridiculous stereotypes and be portrayed as who we truly are. Why can’t we be revolutionaries instead of sex symbols and video vixens?? None of the Black women in my family or that I associate with embody these stereotypes that are being presented. Why, with a trending topic that specifically addresses Black women, is there not ONE positive tweet. And why are we allowing it?! I have no more respect for the Black people who are joining in the Sambo show than I do their masters. The tweets are all unoriginal, recycled, and disrespectful. I’m truly surprised that only three other people on my Timeline chose to comment back to those tweets and show the Internet “world” that this is NOT OKAY. Hopefully, I can incite more people to speak out on this, it is bigger than “just Twitter” and we don’t have to be able to “take a joke”. Until then, peace, love, chicken, and watermelon… *pats weave* I’m out.