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September 4, 2009

Off the Reservation


As I listened to myself speak about representing blackness, I realized how incoherent I became. Nothing I could think of made sense. I was completely outside of that box, spiritually, which was different. I've always been outside of the black box mentally. By this I mean to say my communion with black Americans has always been there in spirit but my mind goes from place to place. But this particular morning, I found myself at a loss to say where the particular spirit of black America is at this moment in history. I haven't been paying attention, and I find it difficult to bother. Not because I don't care about that branch of humanity, but because I see blackness as a box that I don't live in. For me, it is a prior address. -- The Long Black Tail - Cobb

Posted by Vanderleun at September 4, 2009 10:16 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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