I’ve been thinking about slaves and the disrespect for relationships that was shown to them. Women were treated as property of the owners and forced to bear their masters’ children. Men saw their loved women mistreated; they couldn’t complain because if they did they, their women and their children would be punished. Marital rights were deliberately violated and families deliberately torn apart.
How do you exist when you have to pretend you are not intelligent because that will punished; you can’t show love for anyone or anything because it will be taken away from you; you can’t show pride in any achievement because it will be belittled; you have to accept rape and the children of that rape in order to survive?
How many generations does it take to recover from that? How does healing occur when the society that perpetrated the evil ignores or denies it and demands that black people “get over it,” even while the disrespect continues on a daily basis?
How long can they accept being denied equal rights in a nation literally built with their own hands and in an economy literally built on their backs?
How can black people respect the society that so disrespected them? It is unbelievable how many black people love and contribute to this country — in many cases with very little reason, acknowledgement or reward.