But I may not even Black per say.
What if I am Dominican? Cuban? African? But I am dark, thus I am in this label Black.
My skin is a pigment of melanin that just happens to be more brown or tan than yours…. just not Black. Black fades to gray, no? Are whites then like a sheet of printer paper? There’s no country called Blackania or Whiteton for it to really make sense. You transformed that identity back in the 1600s and it has never been the same since. But we are still here. And continue the struggle of trying to maintain hope in an uncomfortable predicament.
My ancestry, you ask?
Well this is as far back as I remember:
But they tell me that I come from this too…
As for me, I live here in America.
So if being an African or of African descent here means I am now a color instead of from a specific nation, okay I guess I had have accepted it or someone had to accept that in order for me to here. I also must accept that you brought my bloodline here to help nurture, cultivate, and build on to this country. Well I can’t blame you, they are strong and capable people, just as anyone could be if they worked at it tirelessly.
Given no way back home and servitude the only other option aside from cowardice, I am sure anyone would take option A there.
(For an exact timeline, I visited this site)
It took a very very long time, but we have made some bounds since then.
But there is still plenty to consider:
The Truth is
But it could be…
But Who Is Black?