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Part 1: Raise Your Kids Right

Burning the Midnight Oil...

"Who taught you to hate who you are?"  I think it's important for me to quote something I mentioned before "Not only do white people view us as less than but we also view ourselves as less then or in comparison to them." The need we have to compare ourselves to others is so strong. And it is made fairly easy because we don't set our own standard for what is beautiful, acceptable and palatable. The society on a whole sets that standard. The society of America is %70 white. Malcolm X calls in to question the need for our society to set the standard. Why can't you as the individual set that standard? Why are you begging for access from a society who unintentionally or intentionally sees you as less than themselves? Set your own standard. Create your own access.

What I believe factored into the strength of Malcolm X's convictions was his upbringing. His parents were followers of Marcus Garvey and they celebrated black pride. They owned a farm in which they were taught to labor for their food in order for there to be an independence from the society. They instilled in Malcolm the values that he echoed throughout his life. The black community is viewed by society as living on welfare or in the projects or they are demanding reparations ( and for percentages of the black community, this is true). Why are we dependent and begging for handouts? We need Mothers and Fathers who teach us to be proud and independent. So even when we stray from those values ( like Malcolm did) we can always come back to them. 

My commentary on the first 30 minutes of the documentary. Watch it pleeeeaaaaase

Next Post: Kwanzaa!!!

Tomorrow, I'm just going to update the Don Lemon post. Look out for the next 3o minutes in the series.


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