Some black people still believe they are better than other black people. They use their position or title to demean, bully and antagonize other black people.
It’s only been 154 years since the end of slavery.
Racism still exists.
Nat Turner didn’t wait until the Emancipation Proclamation to get freedom.
Colorism among black folk exists in various cliques that live the Willie Lynch speech out loud. The Willie Lynch speech famously pointed out the separation between field niggas and house niggas. Usually the darker-skinned slaves stayed in the field to pick cotton while the more fair-complexioned slaves tended to duties of the big house, or the slave master’s house.
Some black people are complicit in supporting the white power structure that oppresses all black people. Somehow they believe that a seat at the table in the big house on the plantation is better than working the field for black folk’s higher sense of autonomy.
The souls of house niggas have transferred into the big houses of corporations and people parading as directors and managers.
Harriet Tubman wanted to free more slaves except that some slaves had normalized slave life.
Field niggas never got to enjoy the amenities of being chosen by the master except it be by rape or some other devilish fetish.
Freedom and equality are the main differences between a field nigga and a house nigga.
A house nigga is content with freedom without the inalienable rights of owning their destiny. They essentially are secure in the title given by the dominant or white race. Some of the black folks promoted view any opposing force, especially of the same hue as them, as competition. They often micromanage out of insecurity and often exaggerate minimal, subjective infractions.
Field niggas know that until we are equal there is no such thing as freedom. We are the ones that give the head nod to the only other black person in the room to ease the tension or acknowledge each other. We give daps and fist bumps. We allow our work to speak for itself. We don’t run behind the boss every time a meeting has ended to have small talk.
I have had to learn that all skin-folk ain’t kinfolk.
It was a rude awakening to me when my boss, a woman, whose complexion is darker than mine, had the audacity to display characteristics of a house nigga. It perplexed me to no end. I reviewed a copy of the organizational chart. I noticed that she had the most credentials in our department but was restricted in her ability to fully affect the culture.
I slowly started to make sense of the micromanaging and abuse I suffered during this last year. I’ve dubbed her my “seven-letter buddy” for the credentials behind her name.
I wish she could’ve understood that we are all merely 21st century slaves.
Maybe this is just a black thing.