But the other part, and the reason I think those Malcolm shirts struck such a chord, was because so many of us were raised with this solemn, sepia-tinged, gospel-drenched, noble suffering view of black history. It’s like our story is basically massacre, after defeat, after massacre, after more defeat, after massacre, after defeat and then white folks deciding they’re tired of kicking the shit out of us. It’s like our whole story is marching into billy-clubs, amazing facts about the peanut, and a few Old Negro Spirituals. In Every Black Man’s Eyes—Death To The Rebel - Ta-Nehisi Coates
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