Everyday, the hum of revolution vibrates through conversations around the world. Oppressed people are over it. No longer willing to live in fear, not quite sure how to become more brave. Lately, I have been spending a great deal of time in places where I am the only person with brown skin. Sometimes there are more of us. Most times I find myself among people with similar ideals for the growth and development of a society that works for all of us. A "Thriving Community", if you will. One such thriving community that comes to mind for me every day... sometimes every hour, is the Underground Railroad. A community was created that straddled every division thinkable. Race lines, color lines, incomes, class, education, geographic region, ethnicity, gender, sexual orientation. The leader of the Underground Railroad, Harriet Tubman is for me, not amazing because of how many times she traveled from north to south. It is because of what she built on the way. A community of like-minds and like-intentions who were willing to do the work necessary to change their world. For this reason, I invoke Harriet Tubman, for her willingness to evolve and show others how.
I have heard this hum reach crescendo in my poetry. My writing, much like my life happens quickly, feverishly and echoes through my interactions and communications for months and years to come. There is another hum happening now, that is new and deeper. It is the hum of evolution. Revolution is beautiful and exciting and all, but I no longer desire the RE part. I know the value of knowing the history. I would just like to see us grow from that knowledge rather than to keep trying the same failing tactics... Over and over again. For instance, we know that division is problematic. Most of us hold on to our labels and claim them as our own because of tradition. Because of the fear of a new, unfamiliar lifestyle taking over.
The number 203,000,000 is said to account for the casualties of war in the 20th century. Two Hundred and Three Million. The number is huge and tragic, however it does not account for Somalia, The Congo, Rwanda, The US War on African Americans and many other wars waged against people with darker skin. When I arrived in Slovenia a few weeks ago... No one suspected that I was African American. They thought African or West Indian. Why? It was easy for them to say out-loud: "Hhmm... Yes, there are Black people in the US. I guess you just don't think about that, really." I heard this from several people. I noticed that every time someone acknowledged to me my invisibility, there was music playing in the background. What music do they listen to in this place where the "African American Person" does not enter their consciousness? Michael Jackson, Sade, Rihanna, Beyonce and other artists of the African Diaspora, of course.
With further conversation, I learned that people in other countries around the world are only beginning to wrap their minds around the fact that The Place where their favorite music comes from, favorite sports figures grew up, favorite dances were created... is not a place at all. It is a PEOPLE. We are People.
How De-Humanizing to have to say that out loud.
I suppose I have digested all this in this way: We must not be people. We are Phenomena. We are a series of miraculous ideas that take human form. We are not counted in the numbers of people who have been the victims of war because the rest of the world does not see us in such a fragile way. Blood? Bone? You would think that after exposing such things via brutality and aggression, they would know us as people. You would be wrong.
I have come to the belief that this survival instinct is being rooted out in favor of evolution. We are no longer satisfied (On cellular and cosmic levels) with not bringing our full potential into fruition. We are no longer lulled to sleep by the stories of yesterday. We are awakening to the truth of who we are. No longer apparitions. We are Archetypes, as yet, unheard of. It is time.
Along with the rise of the Original People, will be the rise of Original Vibrations, which exist in 99 attributes and can be found on some level in every living thing. We are light beings and the process of filtering out perspectives that cause us to see one another as matter: separate entities revolving around one another, is not an easy one. It is a stripping of the known. This is the birth of ourselves. It may be bloody. It will require resolve. We are shedding our skin. We are BECOMING.
Now is the time.
We are THE People.
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