Where is the love? My Brother, My Sister

A few days ago I was watching a movie from 1974 named "Claudine" It was about a single black mother (Diahann Carroll) on welfare trying to have a meaningful relationship with a black man (James Earl Jones). During the movie there was scene where Claudine was on the bus either going to or coming from work quietly listening as friends taunted her about Roop (her so called man) leaving. They discussed how all black men leave and the only hope one could have is just a piece of man when he was around.

This conversation disturbed me greatly as I reflected that not much has changed in almost forty years. Having been born in the same year as "Claudine" was released, I could not help but wonder, Where did the love go? When I think back to the civil rights movement almost a decade before, I am reminiscent of pictures, movies and documentaries presenting a unified front of African American males and females both internally and externally. When I think back to pictures, movies and documentaries of slavery, reconstruction and the harlem renaissance once again images of unified connection filter my mind. So what has changed?

What happened to those devoted families of the civil rights movement, during slavery times and reconstruction periods that took pride in one another? When did survival of self become so important that we failed to account for the disconnection of family? Have we gotten so concerned with shucking and jiving for the white man, that we shuck and jive responsibility of the black communal?

Some blamed the welfare system which ripped fathers from the homes by telling women they would lose their benefits. Some blame the Vietnam war which drafted many men into a field of post traumatic annihilation. Others blame the black woman’s attitude debilitating a black man’s ego. Whatever the case may be, black women have given up on our men’s ability to sustain and stabilize a family. The expectation is just no longer there, in fact it has been replaced with an expectation of the father not being in the home from day one. Even Oprah Winfrey has given up hope on ever being married as she stated in a recent interview.

I have come to realize that this expectation we women have and projected upon our men has caused a great divide amongst one another. A divide within the black community upon which no one wants to have a dialogue except to jeer and sneer. African American women discuss it in same sex groups as do African American men, yet we do not come together to discuss and solve the problem.

What is this fear of truth we have acquired? A fear which have left us immobilized in a state of confusion, chaos and hopelessness. What happened to those great kings and queens, warriors and survivors that have become our heritage? Can we no longer see the benefits and rewards once the trial has ended and the war is won?

As I begin a new journey alone, I reflect upon not only my failed engagement but also my previous failed relationships. I realized that I also carried the same expectation of the man not staying and in fact pushed my fiance away into the arms of another. My disguise was support, I supported him leaving our family to go to Washington DC, I supported him leaving our family to travel to Palestine, I supported him leaving our family to attend law school in Iowa. I never supported him staying in the home and providing or protecting our family. So it is not a wonder that he left because that was my expectation.

Of course I will not accept complete responsibility for the demise of our relationship. He as well as all men need to be held accountable for not cherishing the treasures they have been given. Nor do I believe men she just escape without at least putting up a little resistance. If African American men would just say "no i'm not leaving, because this is where I belong," they would find most of us women caving so quickly our heads would spin. The relationship would go a whole lot smoother as well.

African American Men and women must both reclaim their rightful place as individuals, as a community, as a couple. Lets begin anew: TOGETHER

Peace, Love and Bliss
Angelah

Dawn Rises and It is ALL Good!

It has been a month since my last blog, from which I was very angry. It is amazing how

God can change your life in just an insignificant amount a time. As I celebrated christmas

with my family, a festivity which I have not enjoyed in two years. I thought to myself "this

is exactly where I am supposed to be." Good food, good family, drama and stress free.

As I began to shed the pain of present past I never imagined what God had in store for me.

From the time of the last blog, my world has been thrown in a whirlwind of good treasures.

I received gifts reminding me of the joy in giving and receiving. I cultivated stronger bonds

with my family and friends. I ended the year in peace, joy, love and harmony. I ended the

year healed with a new, clean state.

The New Year and Decade has certainly brought to light aspects of myself I left hidden. Most were good, some were bad, but in my new awareness, the light I possess is all good. That is all anyone

can ask for because that is what God only requires to be good. "And God saw the light, that it was good." Genesis 1:4.

So I begin my year in the goodness of self, celebrating all that is within me: Good. My book ranked number 1 on lulu's romance section. I am being interviewed on a local radio station. I am surrounded with good friends and family that I love and whom love me. Darkness looms over me

no more and the dawn has arisen anew.

Peace, Love and Bliss

Angelah