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African Wonder Woman

I saw these kids, 2 sisters, having a play fight. While striking their favorite Power Ranger poses, one of them declared:

“You can’t touch me! I have super powers!!”

“What super powers?” asked the other.

“I’m Wonder Woman!!“

Unfazed, the other replied:

“Well…I’m an AFRICAN Wonder Woman so you can’t beat me!”

I was Floored. Never in my life had I seen such a powerful assertion, spoken so matter of factly, from a child no less. To see such pride taken in her people, to see African-ness wielded like a weapon superior to any Superman, Batman or Wonderwoman cemented within me our responsibility to teach our children a profound love and reverence for our culture, for African-ness. What also resonated with me was this child’s understanding that this reverence for our culture serves as a power source to strengthen us and is key in our fight for liberation. She understood that African-ness is something to be revered as well as weaponized and used to fuel out struggle. She understood that African-ness is a super power and she is our African Wonderwoman. Kudos to their parents because these babies are a shining example of a conscious subversion of the white supremacist ideals our children are bombarded with the moment they enter the world. This is what we need to foster in our children, an unshakeable pride in their skin. It starts in the household. Ofcourse, before we can nurture it in our children, we have to nurture it in ourselves. African-ess is a grounding, self-affirming energy to imbue within our selves and a weapon to wield against our oppressors. Its a reminder of our African, radical tradition of struggle and perseverance. It’s an evocation of the enduring strength of our ancestors, an inextinguishable spirit that burns within us today. We all have this superpower; we just need to activate it

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December 27 is the 2nd Day of Kwanzaa. Today’s principle is Kujichagulia or Self-determination: To define ourselves, name ourselves, create for ourselves, and speak for ourselves.

“I’m from Senegal, it’s the opposite of here. There everybody respects everybody else. And we believe in community there. There are no homeless people. You’re only homeless if you want to be. Otherwise we take care of each other. If you come over to my house, you can eat whatever, stay as long as you like, it’s no problem. If you see a kid acting up, you can address it. It takes a village. Here kids do and say whatever they want. One day a woman here said to me, ‘Africa is so dangerous, so much war and sickness.’ and I said ‘No, Africa isn’t like that. You’re trying to ignore the things going on right here and put them on Africa. There’s a caste system here. They try to minimize you. They minimize you because you’re African. They minimize you because you’re a woman. And I’m muslim, so that’s another thing.”
"Do you wish you could go back?”
“I go back all the time.”
“So why do you choose to live here with all that you have deal with?”
“I have kids in school here and I want to be here to support them.”