black history
08/03/2004 07:04 p.m.
I wrote this and a poem last night as I watched a TV show on VH1 about the history of black music.

As a person struggling to break free of dominating powers as well as stereotypes and persecution, I can cling to and adore and be facinated by the elaborate and devastating history of black America. The humanity of all of us is required and demanded when you look at black history. People all feel held back and oppressed at some point. Humanity can relate to and appreciate a strong stand by a group of people being wronged. As a white person, some people - both white and black - have questioned why I am so interested in black history and social issues. I think those questions are ridiculous. Black history and white history - everything is intertwined. As a woman, the questions become even more senseless. I relate. It is as simple as that.

you can tell it was 4:00 in the morning and I was trying to stay on target. I'm sure there was much more I wanted to say but didn't. the poem I wrote came very much in the same line of thought, but it just so happened that it came during the program's discussion of the Black Panther Party.

and there you go.
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