12/15/04
I finally bought my own copy of the documentary Wattstax which if you haven’t you need to. I hesitated cause every time I’ve seen that documentary it gets harder and harder to hold back the tears. The question that brings these emotions to a swell is “where are WE?”
Where is the solidarity? Where is the soul? I mean I have it in my life but it doesn’t seem like we have it as a whole.
You’ll have to forgive me I’ve been in a room painting all day with the window only slightly open so if I drift or repeat myself
The thought I had right before I took a nap was this:
I heard his song being played by a car passing and I wondered…this “artist” is talking about gangster stuff as if it were part of his existence presently however this “artist” has at this point in his/her life been a millionaire since their mid-teens which is to say this person has been a multimillionaire most of his/her life.
The next thought that hit me was the image onto me Erykah Badu’s last album cover and I thought about how lonely that image seemed. There was no one there but her with this big ass fake afro. WHICH I LOVED! I loved the fact that in an industry full of costume jewelry and fake hair she chose to rock an afro wig. Big and sexy and didn’t care. But it wasn’t like she was there with a bunch of sisters in the industry she was alone.
Where is the solidarity? If Jessie Jackson asked a crowd of black folks “what time it was” would they know how to respond today?
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