I’ve seen that phrase on a T-shirt and there’s even a song about it, but those words have been ringing in my head since even before I noticed these things. I was excited on election night when Obama officially won (did cartwheels in the street to prove it), but admittedly, it didn’t fully sink in that we had just elected the first Black President (unless you count Lincoln and we’re not discussing that in this particular post…lol). Those words are the reason that I was willing to make an almost three hour trip, that normally takes 20 minutes, to the mall to witness the swearing in of our 44th President. Yes, he is the President of the United States of America which includes people of all races, religions, and preferences. However, I need to have my moment as a black person to scream so loud that the ancestors hear and feel me, “My President is Black“!!!! (pause for a cartwheel in my office) Leading up to the Inauguration, I could feel something in my soul rising. I look in the eyes of my black male relatives and friends and I now notice a real pride and ease that I’d never seen previously. I watch them mark his every move , scrutinize every word, and even admire his cool stroll and see themselves and know that they’re alright, more than that even. I listen at myself and female family and friends marvel at Michelle for being the bad woman that she is without apology . Us single girls joke that we’re just a Michelle waiting to meet our Barack. To quote 107 year old Mrs. Ann Nixon Cooper, I feel more like a real person. It’s a validation that I tried not to need, but obviously can’t deny. Before the eyes of the world is a story of struggle, ambitions, black love, family, and hope with a happy beginning and expectations for a great ending. I can tell my children (or at least my niece) of a real story of possibility where the characters look like them. That’s a hard concept to sell to people who don’t have that issue. All these feelings overflowed during yesterday’s ceremony. Rick Warren, Dianne Feinstein, and President Obama himself all spoke of the significance of his presidency in light of America’s racist past. I enjoyed Aretha taking My Country Tis of Thee to church, but in my heart I wanted to sing the black national anthem, Lift Every Voice and Sing, at the top of my lungs and wouldn’t have even frowned on a praise break…lol. Rev. Joseph Lowery gave me a little of what I needed and while concluding his benediction let out a little ‘My President is Black’ pride of his own at the end of his speech. I understand Rev… I think there may be quite a few similar expressions of irrepressible pride as time goes on. All those that feel me scream, “My President is Black!!!!” (I hear you Jay-Z!)
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I don’t even want to hear Jeezy’s version any more after hearing this (much love to him and Nas). Grey Hova has to release this. Amazing. My President IS Black! His house is all white! I’m so happy to be in Washington DC right now.
NOTE: Um…black people, is it just me or were there an “uncomfortable” amount of N-words thrown about on this video given the subject matter they are celebrating. *Shaking My Head*
In his new video for “Blue Magic” Jay-Z is flashing Euros!
When rappers change currency…you know the economy is in trouble. Hova is flashing stacks of €500 Euros?? Hope folks don’t try to switch, like when Jay boycotted Cristal. Their street cred and popularity in the hood took a nose dive.
A stack of €50,000 in Euros would equal $72,000 in U.S. currency. And you’d need 144 $500 bills to equal a stack of 100 €500 Euros. I don’t know if even Jay-Z has that large a money clip.
Negro Note: Get your passport game up. I’m not trying to live in a 3rd world country. Canada here I come…and I’ll read the blogs to find out what is going on in the U.S….that’s if yall still have internet. SMH