African American

  • AFRICAN AMERICANS : A TRIBE FORGED BY FIRE


     I AM A "AFRICAN" I LIVE IN THE "AMERICAS", THAT IS THE DEFINITION OF AFRICAN AMERICAN 


     WE DO NOT RESIDE IN AFRICA, AFRICA RESIDES IN US. WE WERE BORN IN THE MAAFA. SLAVE SHIPS, CHAINS AND LEATHER WHIPS WAS OUR GENESIS. 


     WE ARE A NATION WITHIN A NATION. WE HAVE OUR OWN TRADITIONS, WE HAVE OUR OWN FESTIVALS, WE HAVE OUR OWN CULTURE, WE ARE INDEED A TRIBE OF OUR OWN. 


     WE WERE BORN OF NECESSITY, BIRTHED WHEN SITUATIONS WERE DIRE, WE ARE THE TRIBE FORGED BY FIRE!


     We are those whom were overcome and put into an form of oppression that no other people on earth has endured. We were betrayed by our kinsman, sold into bondage, we found ourselves in a new land standing alongside a diverse group from Timbuktu to Tanzanian Africans.


     There were multiple tribes, so many languages, so much confusion and fear. We could not all understand each others' language but we knew one thing for sure, we must survive.


     Yes we have suffered, and yet through all our suffering, hardship, starvation and oppression we have endured and become a mighty people. 


     They outlawed our our language, outlawed our religion, took away our children, our holy leaders had to go underground for centuries, and yet we survived, we are still standing, we will never surrender our souls.


     We will forever resist the many instances of violence, maltreatment, and neglect inflicted upon us African peoples by the "citizens" of the United States.


     We forged bonds stronger than the chains that bound us. The bond that held us together has remained unbroken for five hundred years. We are the survivors of those who faced the worst crime the world has ever witnessed. We survived the Maafa, we defeated Jim Crow, now we are the strongest African tribe on earth.


     We bore the pain for the right to be who we are today. Africans in the Americas have been refined by our captivity, we have come out the other side of this furnace a rod of Iron.


     With our bodies we built the wealthiest nation on earth. We are the silent, we are the oppressed, we are the mighty. We are the descendants of humbled kingdoms. Brutalized and humiliated. 


     Every invention, every innovation, everything that has propelled America forward, everything ever devised on these shores involved a African American. America is our shadow, there is no America without us Africans.


     We now desire to work collectively with our kin, our motherland calls us from within. We must forge unions for all our sake, for we are all at risk. We are no longer chained in the bottom of a ship. We are in dire distress but we do not need anyone to come save us.


     When we honor our customs, and when we perform our ceremonies, and when we listen to our ancestors, then we have everything we need to heal ourselves within ourselves.


     We were the first to populate the earth. We were the first everything. When the lights go out for good, our people will still remain. We have our ancient ways, We will live on to a brighter day.


     We are all in constant danger of losing ourselves, losing our African identities. It is a daily struggle for each and every one of us. And sometimes we loose the struggle.


     And when we loose the struggle, our men take out their feelings of worthlessness out on themselves. Then the men take those feelings of worthlessness on our women. Then our women take out their feelings of worthlessness on themselves, and then everyone of us takes out their feelings of worthlessness on our children.


     Everything in the now is designed around money, this is not the spiritual land of our ancestors. So now we struggle to remain a spiritual people in this land of materialism.


     Our children talk of becoming rap stars or athletes, they want to escape this world with one lucky break. Too many of our children subscribe to those fantasies. Our children's lives are now defined by extremes.


     In order to trans-send poverty, it follows that one must become extremely rich or extremely something. What has been lost is our dreams for our people, after all, a dream is a revolutionary act of faith. We must restore or dream to live as a free people, a divine people.


     The historical trauma inflicted upon us has left us wounded, but we remain steadfast. We continue to resist the colonization of our culture and the forces of assimilation that want you to colonize our identity.


     The truth is we Africans in America don't understand why we should claim Africa, we have lost our memory of our lands. We don't know what it's like to live there or let our feet touch the soil. Its hard to see the benefits of claiming our motherland, because our spirits can't see tomorrow. We live for today, We never truly learned how to pray.


     There is much work to be done in Africa. It is going to take some convincing to get people to fulfill the vision our ancestors had when it was too dark to see. Will the Ashanti and Dahomey welcome me?


     There is a need for reconciliation between we African Americans and our kith and kin. A breach has occurred in our collective soul, we must be repairers of the breach. Through all our suffering, hardship, starvation and oppression we have endured. There must be reconciliation for now the African Union is approaching perfection.


     It is time for our diaspora to engage in building economies but first let us each take a moment for the warmth of a motherly hug, a kiss and some unconditional love.


     There is a disconnect because we Africans in the Americas have fought and won our freedoms, but in these distant shores we have been isolated from truth. We know our suffering, but we know little of our family back home. We know the pain of European colonialism, but know little about Arab imperialism.


     African Americans are hardened warriors whom have fought in several wars. We know little about the battles for freedom on our motherlands' shores. We know of the Zulu, Shaka taught us not to surrender our right to self-determination and self-rule.


     "No one is going to lead us but us" we have not surrendered our fighting spirit, so how shall we come together to put our lives and our fortunes under one umbrella.


     Yet we have still have done great things. We literally built America with our bare hands, no breaks, no vacation, we are yet to be rewarded for our labor, yet to receive our reparations.


     Even in the midst of slavery, Jim Crow Laws, killings, and lynchings, we have invented, created, founded, cultivated, and manufactured things that caused America to propel from level to level in technology, agriculture, food, and more.


     We don't speak a African language, practice, or even fully understand many African customs, yet we are African, threw and threw. We are unique, we are not lost nor do we regret our fate, for it was our fate that forged us, we are in all honesty a "tribe of our own".


     We share America with our long time adversary, but we are perfectly capable of living in our own unique Africanized community. The first things we should do is change all the street names in our communities to African script, doing this will reenforce a sense of connection to our ancestors whom survived those ships. Our businesses and store names should be African names too, reflect our conscience effort to reconnect to our African roots.


     We should each take the time to find a African name for our self to reflect our growth, our rediscovery, our conscious recovery. ancestry. 


     Your spirit will tell you when you have found the right name, be patient, it may take a week, a month or four seasons for some of you, for others it may take a year so don't rush, think of it as a new birth, take your time, breath slow, but don't fuss. 


     We are shipwrecked, but not lost. We desire to visit our ancestral home, but when we do travel to our Motherland we will go under our own authority, under our own flag, sail on our own ships, cross the Atlantic where we lost half of our flock, when we arrive at the dock you will see our vessel is named the African Star.


     We are the tribe history forgot, now let our history be told from every mountain top. The world has witnessed our making and we bare witness to our own greatness although we are mildly shaken. We survive, we now thrive against all adversity, we saving hope to send our children to Timbuktu University. 


     Africa has several hundred tribes, we are but one of many born from the primordial African bloodline. We are united with our kin across the great ocean, now is a time for joyful emotions, but first we must regain some of what was lost when we crossed. Let us work towards total emancipation, least the world say we got lost due to assimilation.


     AMERICA IS OUR HOME, AFRICA IS OUR THROWN


    -Maurice Milles Mansa

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