Sardonic Sistah Says

The Olympic games are coming to a close and I’m still on the fence as whether the Chinese gymnastics team are under or over 16.  But the Blasian community is buzzing about Bryan Clay who has won gold in the decathlon.   Born to a Japanese American mother and African American father, Clay turned to track and field after the divorce of his parents and remarriage of his mother.  An early coach noted what a natural athlete he was and encouraged him in sport.  Four years ago in Athens Clay took the silver; today he has the gold. 

Decathalon contestants compete over two days in sports that test strength and endurance.  Decathlon winners are often referred to as the “World’s Greatest Athletes”

To learn more about this star athlete read the article in the Washington Post or check out his website.

Day-Day, Day-Day!  Get the door.  You don’t have the door, you are on this side of the door and you need to be on the other side.

Just get-get— whatever but remember if you see someone white give us the sign, aiiight?

Okay,  I called us here today to discuss what we are going to do with what seems like a mass defection from being labeled “black, just black”.

Now, this is different from days of old when we had those who claimed “Indian blood” in them.  This is an all out movement, reminiscent of the northern migration of the 20th century where people left behind what they knew in search of something better.  And perhaps we always knew that this would happen or at least we always feared it would happen.  And now its coming to fruition with not only biracial but blacks with some white in them asserting their multicultural heritage.

Before there was no where for most of them to go; “black is black” was the oft-repeated reminder whether you are coal black or an octaroon.  Like the joke, what do you call a black man with a degree from Harvard?  Nigger.  They’ve wanted to leave, they wanted to quarter off from off but the one-drop rule has made believers of us all.  Even when they looked more white they were black and we have made blackness the coolest thing on the planet.  Everyone wants to be black although they don’t really want to be black.

Now black ain’t just black, it’s “I’m African-Swedish-Irish” or “I’m Chocataw-Taiwanese-French and black” or it’s “White and Black”.  It’s Blasian.  It’s Latina/Latino.  It’s Blackanese.  It’s everything but the heart of Africa.  And no, we don’t all necessarily look like our brethren across the way but it was all we had.

So now, here we are sitting on the edge of what could possibly be a new fangled version of color apartheid and we have to decide where we go from here: browbeat multiracials into submission and revoke their black card until they pledge allegiance to the blackness, forsaking all other ethnicities or go forward with a reworked image of heritage, abandoning the old idea of racial parity for new demands of economic and class rights. 

Are we gonna be more worried about how Halle Berry decides to classify her baby on the 2010 census tract or be more confounded that a lot of dark people seem to be at the bottom of the economic rung.  The former is a lot easier to fight if you ask me.

But who gains what if we go that route– Day Day, what the (bleep) are you doin’ back on this side of the door.  Oh, what?  White folks? 

Okay everyone back to your places.  Remember the party line: Barack Obama is a good thing for America overall, the CNN Black in America is now for sale, and don’t forget y’all stay black!

Deuces