I was on Facebook scrolling my timeline when I came across a video. After watching it, I was jolted, mouth hanging open and my mind racing.
“When did you first become proud to be Black?”
I honestly could not answer that. I literally sat there and searched my mind to recall a time where I first became proud to be Black; Wowzers!
de·fin·ing mo·ment (noun) 1. an event that typifies or determines all subsequent related occurrences.
Consciously I am proud to be Black and always have been, although I just can’t find that defining moment! Is that a bad thing?
I remember when I lived in New Jersey, as a kindergartener attending Emmons Elementary and I was the only Black girl in my class. I did have an Indian classmate, but other than that, I was the only Black person. I wasn’t prideful then because I had no concept of race and my only prideful feat was that I could spell my name and count to 50. Moving to Maryland in 2nd grade, I became aware of Black people and more Black culture. I had never seen so many people that looked like me in my life. Again, I still wasn’t prideful, just aware I wasn’t an anomaly. Going through Middle and even into High School, I still never had a point where I was outwardly prideful. I just was Black.
As I think about it more, I’ve never wanted to be anything other than a Black woman – although the richness of my hue took me some time to accept due to a family member who constantly cast me down because of my complexion. For that, I do remember, when I made a conscious decision to LOVE my deep rich hue. Personally, I think accepting your complexion (colorism) and being proud of your race or ancestral background is two different things.
Check this post I made in 2013 after watch the documentary Dark Girls:
Being as it may, not loving my complexion then, to me, never meant I didn’t love being a Black woman. From what I can recall, I’ve always been proud to be Black. I’ve always been proud of my ancestors and their contributions to this world. My family and friends that excel in life and bring hope for everyone who looks like me. When President Obama was elected into the White house, I did have joy, but it wasn’t a pivotal point in my life that made me more proud of being Black. Some might find that strange because for many that was a defining moment in Black History, especially in my lifetime.
So I think what it’s come down to is that I’ve always been prideful and just never had a platform where I was insistent on shouting it. So maybe I don’t have a defining moment like the people from that video and that’s OK because we share the same sentiment of being proud to be Black. My father always makes sure to tell me all the time how amazing I am in my “chocolate” skin so I never had a reason NOT to be proud of being Black. My pride is me!
Check Out the Video here:
I love you Daddy ♡