From the Melanin Man:
For the longest, I’ve considered myself a staunch introvert.
I’m not too big on crowds. I am more comfortable with one-on-one interactions instead of group dialogues. I enjoy my spending time with myself, by myself, and away from everyone else.
But was that by nature, or by design?
From what I recall, prior to my parents’ separation when I was only 10, I was more talkative, more outgoing, more vibrant, more confident as a young kid than I was in my later teens, and quite honestly, well into college and young adult age. Basically, I was more on the extroverted side.
With dad leaving and not being as involved as he once had been before the split, I started to be more shy and timid, afraid to speak up and embarrassed to speak out…
…to defend myself…
…to express my opinions and thoughts, OR…
…even introducing myself to the ladies lol smh.
In this parasitic white-European society, it is crucial for the Black mother and the Black father to stay involved in the development of their offspring throughout their adolescent years.
If not, well, we know what the consequences are, from others we know or through our own personal experiences.
After dad left the scene, I was easy pickings.
I may have dodged the trappings of teen pregnancy, the drug game, gang life, jail or even an early death, but I became withdrawn nevertheless. Going thru an educational system (the most essential tool used by our adversary) that does everything in its power to subdue the unique individuality of the Black child can turn the greatest of our children to reclusive and isolated beings.
Through means such as…
…using medical diagnoses like ADD/ADHD (yeah, they tried to put that label on me. Thank you mom for fighting that!) to keep the Black child medicated and sedated…
…having primarily white-European female teachers who ADVERTANTLY adhere to upholding an illusionary white supremacy doctrine and know nothing about raising or caring for the welfare of Black children whatsoever…
…being influenced by their fellow Black peers and loved ones, who are brainwashed themselves through programming, with bullying and peer pressure to conform and fall in line…
…parents who are, figuratively speaking, deaf, dumbed-down, and blind that they have no clue how to actually get the best out of their offspring but to go by the tried and true method…
..this society has perfected the art of repressing and oppressing the natural greatness and genius of the Black child!!
Granted, despite all of that, we have managed to find major success in every field and arena imaginable, in spite of our personal circumstances (either two-parent, one-parent, no parent home, etc.) Yet that success is still based off the rules and framework of a white-European minded archetype that goes against our true nature as highly-melanated beings.
We can’t be who (and what) we truly are. Or rather, we are not ALLOWED to be.
That would obliterate the delusion that is white supremacy.
That’s why it is a must, a requirement actually, right now in this day and age that the Black mothers and fathers of today’s Black youth are WOKE and CONSCIOUS of, first and foremost, themselves and their culture, as well as the paradigm we are currently TRAPPED in.
With THIRD EYE (first eye) Black parents teaching their offspring, the demise of this destructive white-Eurocentric paradigm will surely be achieved.
I acknowledge that my dad’s departure from the family unit took a toll on my physical, mental, and physical health, yet I refuse to place the blame entirely on his shortcomings. When I think about it from a spiritual perspective, my decision to draw within after my dad’s absence was a defense mechanism to shield me from a world that is not keen on Black pride or excellence in any shape form or fashion. From my recollection, Dad, may he rest his soul in peace and power, was not aware or awaken to the true machinations of this paradigm. I truly believed that if he had been more involved in my adolescent years, at best, he would have only taught me simply how to survive (see: perpetuate) the current paradigm, not to DEPART from it and to DESTROY it.
Not to say that I didn’t need or want my dad during that time in life, but sometimes I ask myself: the man I am striving to be, was I better off?
(If it seems like I’m placing a lot of responsibility on Black men, refer to this post for perspective. Also, there will be second part to that post that is specifically geared toward the men.)
I see my dilemma as a microcosm of the Black collective in general today, introverted and withdrawn. Only until adulthood through my own extenuating circumstances did I began to fully embrace my Blackness, my melanated self, and broadcast it for the world to see, no matter the circumstances.
The result? The Melanin Man.
When will we, Black Man and Black Women, start to become more extroverted as a collective like we once were not too long ago?
Sooner or later, our true nature, when we embrace it, will come to the surface eventually!
As the saying goes…as above, so below! Or more aptly put for this post…as below, So ABOVE!
Stay Black and embrace that melanin, family!
Peace and Love to my melanated family,
The Melanin Man