A Tribute To My Brothers:
“What Black Men Are”
by William Jackson, M.Ed.
Black men are ageless, ageless like the land that has been in existence longer than any other land. The Motherland, the land that nurtured
him and aided him to provide for his family. Allowing him to walk the land admiring her beauty and taking in her love. Ageless in his wisdom that even Socrates and Plato had to respect.
Black men are athletic, an athletic talent honed from
years of hunting, tracking, running, jumping and crafting
his physical skills to perfection. Perfection in physical
accomplishments to the point of being undisputedly
the best athletes in the world.
Black men are brave, brave like the primates who dared
to explore their world during their evolution, disregarding
their physical limitations and challenging their cognitive
potential to rationalize, understand and interact in a
dynamically changing world.
Black men are creative, creative like the pygmies that hunt
through the jungle using such stealth that an Army Green
Beret would be envious. The creative spirit that has allowed
Black men to create the things in our lives, that are necessary
in order to survive and flourish.
Black men are diverse, diverse like the hundreds of languages
and dialects spoken on the African continent. This diversity
allows Black men to blend into their environments to adapt,
evolve and enlarge their territory.
Black men are intelligent, intelligent enough to find ways to
revolutionize music. Intelligent to find ways to perform
surgery years before European influences that tried to lay
claim to discoveries in medicine, science, humanities and
Black men have inspired Socrates, Plato and others who
only gained their status by standing on the shoulders of
those men and women of color who came before them.
Black men love women, women of all shades of color.
Black men are notorious for giving and requiring love.
This is not a sexual love, but the emotional love that can
only be created from a Black man who loves his women.
This love is intoxicating and additive. There is much
love to share and many women seek this unique kind of love.
Black men are lovers, lovers of life and lovers of freedom.
Freedom that was denied them for over hundreds of years.
A Black man’s body may have been confined, during slavery,
but their soul, the essence that makes a Black man always
demands to be loved and to give love. To be free to
express this love in his freedom as only a Black man can.
Black men are proud fathers, proudly Black men have many
children either in wedlock or out of wedlock, but they love
and are proud of their children. Look at the fathers that
attend football, basketball and track meets.
Whether Black men are in the home or not, Black men are
proud of their children’s accomplishments.
Black men are strong, strong like the wills of a people struggling
to find their way either traveling across the Serengeti Plains or the
Sahara Desert. Black men are strong like the land they come from
that can support diversity in deserts, rainforests and urban civilizations.
Black men are timeless, timeless as history itself. Throughout time
Black men have participated in every facet of historical perspective
and importance only becauseof the cognitive inadequacies of other
cultures do they try to hide these facets throughout all of history,
but Black people know how influential the Black man has been.
Black men are unique, unique enough in their mentalities that
despite being enslaved, beaten, killed, and castrated, still seek
acceptance and equality. Black men have emerged from attempts
to be subjugated and evicted from their new homeland, (America).
Black men work to prove that they are unique and share in the
destiny of two great lands.
Black men are victorious, victorious in their struggle for existence.
We may never be accepted as our true selves, but our victory is in
our continued existence and struggle for acceptance and equality.
I’m proud to be a Black man, and love my Black people, all the shades
there are, as my brothers and sisters we share a rich and diverse
heritage that is both admired and respected.
I maybe mixed with White blood, Native American blood,
and Irish blood; I may annunciate my words, speak on an intellectual
level, but I’m still a Black man. I welcome my brothers and sisters to
their Blackness and to take pride in their African American heritage.
Society should not feel threatened by the Black man but
sleep easy that we only want what our brothers and sisters to be
treated with dignity, equality and respect.
" Copyright William D. Jackson All Rights Reserved 2007."