“You'll get freedom by letting your enemy know that you'll do anything to get your freedom; then you'll get it. It's the only way you'll get it. When you get that kind of attitude, they'll label you as a "crazy Negro," or they'll call you a "crazy n*gger"--they don't say Negro. Or they'll call you an extremist or a subversive, or seditious, or a red or a radical. But when you stay radical long enough and get enough people to be like you, you'll get your freedom.”—Malcolm X, Harlem, 1964
you taught us about the civil rights era, you taught us about slavery, you didn’t cover it up or hold a sad little memorial service, you let us know how fucked up it was, in a way our fifth grade minds could understand.
why is it then, that even as ethnic studies major, i looked back at the struggles for freedom trying to hold back the emotions, weary and somber?
because i looked back. because i thought they were over. because we were taught that oppression was in the past, but every single poor child and every single child of color in that class lived it every day.
the freedom struggles aren’t over, the freedom struggles aren’t over.
why were we never taught that the freedom struggles weren’t over?