Who Sings Their Praises?

“When we rethink the ‘there’ of our identity and community, the historical and contemporary figures that we embody, we may ask, Who sings the praises of those valiant warriors that fought against the colonizers?  Who laments the mothers raped, trapped, and left to die in the decadent slums of cities barely on the realm of modernity when they are no longer fit to be servants in the households of the colonizers-or servants in the households of the newly enriched postcolonial post-avant garde?  Where are the mourners for those who suffer from the rotten foods sold to the postcolonials, enriching world metropolitan centers, now romanticized as postmodern?  Who cares for the amputees from foreign-made land-mines, now abandoned by those who planted them?Returning From the Fields

The warriors, the mothers, the servants, the truck drivers, the children-these are not ghosts, they are not specters, they are not images in our heads.  These are bodies, black bodies; bodies of black men seen as inherently criminal; bodies of black women unseen, commodities of exchange, objects, things, toys, subjectless receptacles; children seen as already damned and irredeemable”  (Fanon:  A Criticial Reader, xvii).

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  1. In keeping our history books largely bleached, we have allowed conscience to look to the future hoping that it will bear fruit of a past that did not exist.

    Redemption only follows on the heels of repentance and repentance on the footsteps of knowledge and conviction. But of what is there to repent when America lives conveniently ignorant of huge portions of her own history?

    These lines of history written, as it were, with lemon juice must have heat applied to their pages that their record might be known and not suppressed. Too much heat and the pages are burned up; too little and the ink remains suppressed in the pages of history.

    Thanks for this post, Cynthia. Keep up the good work.

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