The Collective Heart Project: Imagine a young man standing in the dark at center stage of a concert hall. The only thing visible is the young man’s silhouette. If you look hard enough, you can gather that the young man is wearing a hoodie. The stage slightly lights up to where you can make out that it is a black man, and that he does have on a hoodie at center stage. Yet, there is a piano and a mic at stage right. Furthermore, a light-skinned African-American lady had just performed a beautiful ballad before this young man took center stage. Does a hoodie strip away people’s imagination of what a young black man and hoodie can do together? What story will be told by the black young man, wearing a black hoodie, black pants, who shares the stage with a baby grand piano and a mic stand? Misfires.
Moses and Zipporah: Stay is white, and I am black. Moses was white, and Zipporah was black. Stay had grown up in a Christian household, and I had grown up in a Christian church. Mose is white, and Zipporah is black. Stay is white, and I am black. How could God the Father, God the Son, and God the Holy Spirit ever disapprove of such a union? God’s humor gave his Son kinky hair that Stay and I come to embrace. Our mothers are eased in learning that God smiled on Moses and Zipporah’s union–in God first.
“The desire to pour racial individuality into the mold of American Standardization”: In reading a work by Langston Hughes, I encounter the quote “the desire to pour racial individuality into the mold of American Standardization.” What molds have you poured yourself into?