Chronicles of a Negrita
We like to think of ourselves as harmless – leaving soft footprints in the sand that after a few hours wash away as if they never were there at all. We think of ourselves a culture that treads lightly over the filth and mud of "lesser" humans, animals and savages that live in the woods.
I feel overwhelmingly and uncomfortably black. Not like, “oh, it’s pitch black in here” or, “wow her hair is black”. No. I am talking about black as Grace Jones next to a white background, black as Billie Holiday singing “Strange Fruit” to a crowd of white men, Black as Barack Obama in the White House B-L-A-C-K Black.