Peace


People who are minortitsed are often stereotyped. We are labelled as angry, aggressive and dangerous. Apart from the typical racial overtones, We usually wear those attributions with pride. You and yours are going to call us that no matter what we do or say, right? Let us together own the right to your attacks and slurs.


However, we want to assert we believe in peace and conterminously that violence begets violence. When a man slaps your face turning the other cheek is reserved for the hagiographic fictional novels of old.


Personally, I know what time it is. Try, beat me, come for us. We will clap back so hard your forehead will justly rock back. This is the way of the world. The response has to be in kind.


Funny, how those of us minoritised by the state are persistently told to use calm, peaceful methods to respond to physical and verbal systemic violence. You speak to people in the language they are fluent in, how can you seek to converse in Kiswahili to a German speaker, the lexicon of peace in response to those who benefit from our subjection is self-flagellation and systemic and intergenerational submission.


I believe in peace as much as you acknowledge our daily pain. You may silence that truth by playing poorly laid parlour games, dog whistles, and attacks of every nature.


Before I wrap up let me address the ridiculous accusation that People of Colour are sowing racial division or any oppressed group being divisive. How often have white folx been harassed and dressed down by the police? Is this a jest? we are already divided into a fraction of our power.


The world as it is for the us’s, the global majority, is not fair; it is steeped in white supremacy, injustice and the blood and tears of our own. No, it is scaled in our white supremacy.


In life, we get what we accept. This is our society.

We know what time it is.

“Power concedes nothing without demand. It never has, and it never will.
It’s now or forever, raise your voices or accept the terrain for the generations of folx to come.”

Finally words from Frederick Douglass.

“It is not light that we need, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake.”


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