Black women are not seeking special treatment—just to be treated as human beings of worth. We are looking for compassion. We are searching for good faith and the benefit of the doubt. We are hoping for relief from twisted images of ourselves and the burden of always having to first disprove what people think they know of us. If society will not give us this—if our communities will not demand this for us . . .
Black women will still be alright.
Collectively, we have troubles, yes—some very real and very serious, others the result of society’s feverish imagination.
But we are alright.
Life is too short and too precious for us to be anything but.
“Tell them, as Troy Maxson told his son in August Wilson’s Fences