Is There A Incentive For Disrespecting Black Women?

As I continue to observe as well as interact with different people I’ve realized that every culture of women have something that they are sensitive about some cultures of women deal with aging some cultures of women deal with hair.

I’ve noticed for some reason it seems that when it comes to black women, our sensitivities are exploited.

As, a melanated woman I have to admit that the passing down of this thought process started early within my upbringing.

It’s almost as if I was being taught how to process my hair before being able to process the world.

I guess that is why when it comes to beautiful young girls such as Blue Ivy and the young lady from the H&M ads it brings up certain types of emotions.

You know emotions make you cry sometimes….somebody que in H-Town.

This type of behavior towards our young black girls did not just come up recently.

I remember back in the early 90s how this type of behavior was pushed upon a young Venus and Serena Williams.

It seems to still periodically come up with our young beautiful gymnasts Simone Biles and Gabby Douglas as well.

I’ve also noticed even when our beautiful athletes spice it up a bit with a little razzle dazzle there still seems to be a critique.

I’m saying all this to say that it is not a secret (and I’m not talking about Victoria) how black women are about our hair.

However, with all the documentaries made for profit about our hair I have yet to see a documentary that has an element of empathy.

A documentary that really get’s to the root.

The REAL ROOT that even though society talks about black women and weave we as a society have yet to get through the weeds in realizing that eventually those same young black girls whose hair we critique eventually grow up.

I feel that with the situation that happened at the Oscars concerning Jada Pinkett Smith brought up a lot of emotions that a lot of melanated women could relate to in our personal lives.

I remember at one point in my journey when I was in the church and I had gone “natural” I had cut my hair off to start (in my Mannie Fresh voice) Fr-Fr-Fresh.

During that time I was also in barber school so after school I decided to attend church to get a word.

Now, I don’t know if the passa /pastor couldn’t come up with a sermon that day or what.

However, I do know that somehow I became the subject of his sermon.

I thought I was coming to church to see what “Jesus” would do, but this pastor had other plans.

I am a woman that doesn’t mind taking accountability the signs were there the church sign literally said Shady Grove but hey you live and you learn.

But anywhoo, I came in the church with my barber jacket still on and the next thing I know this dude turned into Preacher Pauly.

The way his eyes turned colors I should have known to walk out then, but I just had to get a “word” so I sat down in the pew away from the pulpit.

The next thing I know he was like “see see that’s the problem” you got too many women’s trying to look like men’sssss (gotta add the extra ssss’s you know they dramatic as hell) so I’m looking around like I’m at the Black Awareness rally from Coming To America, cause it literally was a lady behind me yelling men’ssssss and amen at the same time.

I remember feeling a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

It was a part of me that was so angry I wanted to take the collection plate for myself since I was part of the sermon.

However, Sista Odell was working the usher board that day and I didn’t think I could take her.

So, I just sat there.

Mad as hell.

Preacher Pauly had a good ol time whooping and coughing and shit making a whole sermon about a woman’s hair.

I’m pretty sure “Jesus” didn’t have anything to do with that sermon at least it didn’t feel like that was something he would do.

Hey, it might just be a consciousness though right?

But anyway, the feeling of just sitting there looking at the pulpit was like a pit it was very off-putting.

Preacher Pauly was standing behind a podium among other things just going in I didn’t know if I was in church or on a Def Comedy Jam episode.

It is just something about a person as James Brown would say,” Talking Loud and Saying Nothing”, that does something to you.

To me I just felt that before publicly assuming something about how a woman adorns herself, why not ask for clarity starting within yourself first.

In hindsight, I guess when your intentions aren’t right in the first place why would that person ask for clarity, anyway.

Which goes back to the question is there an incentive for disrespecting black women?

If so, my next question would be….. (in my T.I. voice)

Is ya happy?

Written and Conceived By:

DaSh’e

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