The generation that fought their way out of Jim Crow and marched through the Civil Rights era was not some weak, soft, humble-mumbling band of shuckers and jivers waitin’ on de Lawd ta hear dey cry. They were fighters, strategists, builders and leaders and soldiers. Some made speeches, others formed armies; and all committed to a lifetime war to upend a racist nation.
X was an ENTIRELY BLACK phenomenon that white people couldn’t ignore, or participate in. They could see the film, but they couldn’t have it. It would not apologize to them. It would not coddle them. It would not placate them with a major role.
If we’d REALLY had a Black president; if he’d operated in the full authority of both his office and his Blackness, we might have seen an America that was Blacker than it’s ever been. One where we could have the liberty walk around free in our skin and our rights and confident that our positions at work and in the world would not be jeopardized for the simple crime of being as Black as we wanna be.