A hoodie is no longer a hoodie, in the hood and across this country. This one symbol has captured the imagination of this generation of conscious black people the way no other symbol representing black existence of America has perhaps not since the black power fist. And perhaps it is just the perfect symbol captured in a sanguine perfect moment. Such that none could have contrived it, not a vicious racist yet hungry Hollywood, not even a political opportunist living his or her best moment before the world.
This symbol belongs to no one but the people. But Trayvon who himself purchased it for us with his life blood.
I say again who purchased it for us with his life blood.
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| Jaime Fox says he'll wear his hoodie forever |
The slave block.
The Auction block.
The trees silent witness to so much of our pain.
And with the hoodie our collective experience and frustration is now on display. Perhaps it is because we at once know it is our youth, our innocence, our hopes and dreams which were so callously dispatched from this dying earth and no one cared.
He was just a child for God's sake.
wearing a hoodie was his only crime.
But black was his only curse....
To him.
and to them.
And to them.
No, No one cared. Not the police who didn't check the cell phone. Not the white folks in charge of the process of examining and categorizing another dead ni....
And today every body does care. And perhaps that's the point that this child's clothing transcended race in a way that I've never seen in all my years. I've seen rich white folks moved by the cause black celebrity dragged from the ignominy of American niggardom before his or her inevitable martyrdom but I've never seen the broad adoption of such an anti racism cause celebrity or symbol. Perhaps this tells us more about tomorrow than I dare dream today.
But today I care not for broad strokes and the pyre upon which America stands holding the racist match.
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| Barak Obama in the Trayvon hoodie |
I don't care about doctored Obama Hoodie photos.
Today I only care about you as you care about me in the hood....
I see the you in your hood today Black One. Sista Goddess, Brother God, Afro American, African American, Cuz, Cuzo...and I know you know. The wretched chains about our necks. The filthy hands in our pockets. And though I wish for a national symbol that is more about our power and our strength, though I wish for the black power fist....
But I don the hoodie and know that there is black power fist in your heart because I dare not dream about tomorrow free of their curse; for we all know there will be another one, though I wish there not be with all my being...
As you do.
On this night in the hood. In my hood.
Amen.












