This is a dream America hopes it can desperately wake up from. I think we all underestimated the seismic divide that race can cause. Trump represents the racism that has been lined underneath the unity that America has been proclaiming. Trump has reawakened the anger that simmered through the air of America, and sat uncomfortably on the seats where the black and white convey. This election is evidence that the issue of race has not yet been abandoned. Race was at the forefront of Trump’s campaign, and yet with all his outlandish remarks, the people chose him to rule the Land of the Free.
A fear sits deep and grows with every exhale that I release, expressing my discontent with this black and white world. These winds and walls do not nurture my spirit. Imagine living in a world that does not want you. In a world that demonises you over factors you have no control over. It hurts, but when power meets pain it can create a beautiful thing. Trump has no direct control over us, you can still maintain hope. I have recently been learning how much you have to coach yourself from falling into sadness or depression. Sanity is a luxury that the youth enjoy. I think as people get older, and their childhood dreams are quietened by the screams of society, they sacrifice their sanity for adolescence. Age plays no factor in this exchange, the individual himself must make the active choice of letting his dreams go and chase after the American Dream, as a nation. Yet today, I am not too sure what America dreams about. In the 1950s the term was an ideal perception of perfection; something that kept men striving and women accepting of their subservient role in the home. Fifty-odd years later it became clear that this dream was reserved solely for those who slept with deluxe duvets instead of single covers.
The White West is under some sort of illusion that their countries are ‘great’, they are even confused as to whether their country is theirs or not. Black people were brought to America; nobody voluntarily picked up and left the mother land. The white house was built off of the black man’s back. The greatness that America and Britain claim started with us. I used to be an activist for unity and the ‘human race’, but honestly what has happened in the UK and the USA recently is very disheartening. Donald Trump’s presidency was a huge step back from the legacy Barack Obama left. For anyone who does not believe in white privilege; think about the hurdles Obama had to overcome to even dream about being the first black president in white house. Then consider the ease in which Trump made his decision and then won the position. It isn’t a fair playing field, Obama undoubtedly had to mute his blackness is certain white spaces to get to where he is today. Yet Trump can be very white and very racist and still win the vote of the people!
My only cry for black people is to educate yourselves, do not be ignorant in a time like this. Especially British blacks, because in Britain race is sugar-coated, but this election speaks volumes for us too. People in the United Kingdom voted to leave the EU because the issue of immigrants was at the forefront of UKIP’s campaign. Both the USA and the UK are singing similar songs; they’re trying to regress into their supposed greatness. But do not be discouraged, for us as black people have made progress. We have made giant strides to success whilst white people are trapped within a raging hatred of themselves that keeps divisions alive. It is not up to us to fix racism. It is up to us to fix ourselves and our communities. Just like Master P said on Solange’s A Seat At The Table, we have to be rehab ourselves. We have to heal ourselves and the one thing that black people collectively have is faith, our belief in God is unwavering and He has got us through so much already. We cannot look to them for our healing when they’re the ones who caused the pain. Do not give them power over you. Create your own spaces, carve out your own destiny, and trust in God not in man. These powers do not have power over us.
Seek places of healing, find stillness and peace, and rely on your faith to pull you up when the world around you tears you down. We have been successful in curating many only communities that allow us to relish in our magic. This is the time to revolt, but the revolution has to occur in your mind. We must aim to rise within the black community, and healing is generational it doesn’t come overnight, so be patient. But be encouraged by knowing just how far we’ve come, we have already evolved better than our parents; imagine what our children would do. Imagine how beautiful black would be for the next generations if we continue to build now.