One day, a couple of years back, I was in midtown
Manhattan, New York City trying to get a cab downtown; and as usual,
being a Black man, I was having trouble catching one.
Now, this dilemma has been given several names, the one
I like most is 'Hailing while Black'; I've even seen cabbies give
Black women a hard time doing this. And this experience was made
famous by rock musician Lenny Kravitz with his song 'Mr. Cab Driver'.
But something was different about this day...as I was
having trouble hailing a cab, a brotha in a Black Lincoln Town Car
pulled up.
He saw me, instinctively knew the trouble I was having
and waved me over.
I immediately walked over to the brotha's car.
Now, I know from previous experience how Black Lincoln
Town Cars are usually used as 'for-hire' vehicles around NYC and I
suspect it's the same around the country; so this was no random guy
just driving his car around the city, he was licensed to take in passengers. I explained my situation to the brotha, but he already knew the time. He asked me if I needed a lift; so I got in.
I proceeded to espouse the problem I've been having for
years with NYC cabbies; he said, he knew all about it from stories of
previous patrons.
I didn't relate this to the brotha, but I was jubilant
at the thought of a Black man in a Black Lincoln Town Car coming to
save the day; he was right on time...chronologically and politically.
The brotha related to me how he was here from Africa, I
believe he was originally from either Senegal or Ghana, and he let me
know he was making his living this way.
I then told him how there should be a hundred more
people out there like him; if there were, our people wouldn't have
problems getting cabs in the city. He then related to me how he was
talking to another brotha who got in his car after having the same
problems I had; he said the brotha related to him how the american
educational system taught him all parts of Africa were nothing but
acrid wastelands. Then, the cabbie said he showed him several
pictures of metropolitan Africa and the brotha saw how those pics looked just like downtown New
York City.
Then the cabbie said this brotha actually started
crying, as he said, “...they lied to me.”
In one moment this brotha realized EVERYTHING this
school system taught him about Africa...and himself, was wrong.
After the cabbie got me safely to Penn Station,
I gave him his fare and a five dollar tip and told him it was a pleasure taking
his taxi.
We shook hands and I went and caught my train.
Now, this exchange represents so much more than a
simple cab ride, and here, I'll break down why this needs to happen
everyday between Black people in the diaspora.
Firstly, like I've said in the majority of my posts, the diaspora needs to share its resources with
each other 99.9% of the time. While it would be impossible to work completely
independent of the fascist white western system, we should always be
ready to SHARE OUR MONIES WITH EACH OTHER FIRST!
We should take great pains to go out of our way to do
this. Moreover, you'll be surprised how good you feel behind
contributing to the build up of the Black diaspora's monetary
infrastructure.
The fact that I was able to share my resources with a
brotha who's directly from Africa, made the exchange even sweeter; we should be doing this daily in three or four ways in every
city, town and state in this country.
We should especially set up exchanges where we have
produce, textile and other assorted items, something akin to a flea
market, where we can swap not only monies, but we can barter goods
for services and vice-versa.
What I'm writing about is nothing new; this is basic
common sense, problem is...our people have been conditioned out of
our common sense.
Point I'm trying to make is, had I subscribed to my
white supremacist conditioning, I would have dismissed the African
brotha as some sort of schuyster and continued to wait on a NYC cab;
and then I would've probably had to train it
to Penn Station.
So, understand, what I'm continually saying is the most
revolutionary act Black people can commit now is getting white
supremacist dogmas out of our minds.
We have to get kill off the cerebral klansman who's been
force-fed and conditioned into us, so we can unite and thrive.
I explain exactly how to do this in my last
post, 'How can the Black diaspora heal the rift between Black men and
women'. And like I said there...this is the ONLY way the Black
diaspora is truly gonna' get free...THE ONLY WAY!
So LET'S ALL GET TO WORK!
Later,
MontUHURU Mimia.
Great blog. And it's so sad that racism is everywhere. There are Africans here in Birmingham also. That drive cabs, coolest person I ever met. But I know NYC is worst for us blacks getting a cab.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the compliment.
DeleteThe whole message of my Blog is how imperative it is to erase the self-hatred conditioned into the Black diaspora.
WE MUST RID OURSELVES OF THIS DISEASE IF WE'RE TO PROSPER AND WIN!
And this may sound really glib...but I'm doing this because I love my people, and I love being Black!
If I can relay to one other person in the family how blessed we are to have been born into a Black body, this Blog's posts and mission will not have been in vain.
It's imperative that Black elders co-mingle with the Black youth, Black Africans co-mingle with Black americans, Black Haitians co-mingle with Black Jamaicans, etc.
We go through the same travails wherever we are on the globe!
Do you realize how rich we'd all be if we controlled the whole of any resource in Africa? Like coffee beans, cocoa beans, coltan, etc.
We'd ALL be millionaires!!
That CAN happen; but only if we're ALL united!