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What does it mean to be black? (The Rachel Dolezal issue)



Perhaps you never heard of her before but now the whole world knows her name not for the work she did but because of the apparent lie that she told of being of black heritage. The attacks have been thrown her way from all corners but mostly from the black community. My first question however is how many attacks are thrown the way of those blacks who pretend to be white each and everyday? Do we frown upon them? Majority of us just simply ignore them. This lady loved the race so much she pretended to be apart of it to bring across change. Yes she lied, but let me see a show of hands for all the saints who have never lied about anything before? Let me see a show of hands for my fellow black people who don't adapt anything from the white community? This attack on Rachel shows that unity is even more just a dream more than ever. Many of the advocates for our freedom were white people, there were those who forgot about their white skin and helped in the fight would you still attack them for the good work they did?

I think this issue has been taken too far and it shows a lot of immaturity on the side of my black community. The focal point of Rachel's entire career will not be about the work that she did on behalf of the black community but the fact that she lied about her heritage. These are the same black people who sit around their television screens and laugh at shows that depict black people being degraded but they are silent on those issues. These are the same black people who are ashamed of their natural hair roots and skin colour but they decide to attack a woman for her acknowledgment of the beauty of it. If this lady was bringing down the black community that would be another issue but this lady has spent her life trying to help build it up. Why isn't she being given credit for that? I for one am not free of sin so I will not begin to judge her. Before you decide to judge a lady for pretending to be black let me ask you how authentic you are as a black? How much of our black heritage do you know because it's far deeper than the colour of your skin.

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