We Don’t Know

As we stand on this cliff of time and look back at our ancestors we have no idea what they went through. We think we know more than them because we have the benefit of knowing what happened to them, but we don’t really know.

We only know what they showed us. I doubt it can be a true representation of their experience. I think it was more of a code. It was a way of telling a story one way, but meaning something else. Like, she has a smile on her face, but what story does that smile really tell?

Women like Hattie McDaniel made the case for strong women characters who tell others what to do. She portrayed Mammy in Gone With the Wind, a role that won her an Academy Award for best supporting actress. Mammy is a slave who runs the house at a large plantation.

I wonder why she chose to play Mammy the way she did? Writers can write good things, but the actors portrayal is everything. I wonder what message was she sending us with her performance?

This weekend in the podcast, I reposted episode Are You Living Single or Designing Women? Both shows tell stories about women that will make you laugh or cry. They have strong female characters that embody attributes that I admire.

These women run the house. They run their own house. They run their own business. Like McDaniel, they challenge what we believe about our society and ourselves.


I don’t mean hope. I mean pray like you believe God will do it. Pray according to scripture. Remember you can’t pray curses and blessings from the same heart. If you want to spend your energy cursing someone then you need to go back to 1 and start again.


There are lots of things I love about African Americans, but one of the dearests is that we grieve as a collective. 2020 has been a year of loss.

We have lost a way of life and doing things. We have lost lots of people, the last count was 183,045. We lost Kobe Bryant. We lost Chadwick Boseman. We lost heroes.

I love seeing what other people are thinking and feeling. I find comfort in their words. I love seeing other people’s stories that confirm what type of man we are mourning. That my love is not misplaced.

This morning Albert Tate, senior pastor at Made For Fellowship, said in the collective laughter and tears flow from the same place. This is a safe place for our tears. I don’t grieve this loss alone.

More so, it is the loss of another African American man. God must need them desperately. I can’t wait to hear the story of why.

I also hold onto the truth that God doesn’t take something away from you unless, he has something else for you. My people have experienced a lot, but I believe we will gain more than we have ever imagined.

The old folks used to say Are you yet holding on? (You need to ask someone black how to respond and do it;)