The Lost Shad Moss

Peace, love, and light fam!  I hope you are enjoying your weekend thus far. I typically reserve my weekends for other pursuits but, I had to drop a post as quickly as possible today. I govern myself by vibrations and resonance. The vibe I am feeling at the moment is one that is inclined to expression and so here we are. There is much going on in the world and one of the current topics at the forefront of my mind is the Shad Moss AKA Bow Wow fiasco.

Once I read a few stories of his tweet, all I could do was shake my head. Then, I began to analyze the situation and attempt to establish a cause for his action. Why does he feel the need to detach from his obvious Afrikan identity? Is it because he does not want to have to deal with the societal labels that have been placed on us from the beginning of what is now known as race? Is he afraid of having to answer questions and show some concern for social issues? Is he fearful of not being eloquent enough, compassionate enough, to answer questions relating to the Afrikan diaspora and the monster that is white supremacy? Or is it simply too hard to be black?

Newsflash Mr. Moss—this world is not colorblind as many would have you believe and when the masses view you, they see a black man. Your attempt to illustrate your “mixed blood” is misguided. The millions of people who live their life comfortably in white supremacy cannot and will not attempt to make any differentiation because you made such an announcement.

Ossie Davis once said “I find, in being black, a thing of beauty: a joy, a strength, a secret cup of gladness.” Shad Moss does not understand the that by announcing his so-called mixed ethnicity, he is in fact affecting his very spirit. To be a member of the Afrikan diaspora is a magnificent thing. Some people may say why? We are the oldest living group of people on Earth, we have accomplished so many wonderful things. And though we have literally been the victim of worldwide genocidal tactics, we continue to thrive and survive. Are we perfect? No hueman is but our resilience is undeniable.

I used to joke about trading certain Amerikkkan Afrikans in the “racial draft” (If you are not familiar, it was a hilarious skit on “The Chappelle Show”). Shad’s actions are the saddest thing I have seen in  a very long time. He traded himself. I wonder that when he posted the tweet, did he think of his beautiful black mother.

I strive each day to unify my people, be a resource for others, give of myself for the betterment of all. I truly believe that if we all did our part, liberation would be ours for the taking. But, it is impossible to unite with those who deny who they are. I know we all will not fight. I know we all will not go. Shad Moss needs to sit and take a long look in the mirror. Peace will not be his until he faces the fact that “mixed heritage” will not save anyone from the effects of oppressive societies and systems. I am a proud Afrikan wombman—no matter what day you ask me. I love my people and I always will.

 

Hetepu,

Ashaki Ma’at Mirembe Ali

 

 

 

 

 

Photo cred: http://dolcezzasweet.blogspot.com/2011/03/bow-wow-shad-moss-turns-24.html

 

 

 

 

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