BTSD: Black-American Traumatic Stress Disorder

I am suffering from Black-American Traumatic Stress Disorder. No, I didn’t mean Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. You can’t label an event “post” when it is continually happening. BTSD is not a diagnosable disorder, meaning it has not been validated by any governing body of psychological medical conditions. While I did make it up, this is me searching for a label to describe how I feel with every triggering reminder that Black people are still oppressed in this country. There have been several reminders in the last two weeks: the new…

The Criminalization of the Invisible Black Woman

By: Zakiya Sankara-Jabar On Feb. 11, Shaina Bell, 24, went to her job at Little Caesars, down the street from the motel she and her three children stayed at in Ohio. Bell left her children, the oldest 9 years old, in the room, and later that night, she was arrested. The charge against Bell was two misdemeanor counts of child endangerment. If you ask me, the real crime Bell was arrested for was being a Black, working-poor woman in America. Americans like Bell are being forced to work in a…

Can We Send All “I Am Not My Ancestors” Shirts to Mars?

After watching “Judas and the Black Messiah” I came to the conclusion that I’m just a regular black person, doing regular black people shit. And that’s because our ancestors and nem weren’t regular. In fact, they were so irregular, that the worlds greatest superpower, the United States of America, was petrified of their power That power ain’t just Black power. That’s POWER, POWER. “Judas and the Black Messiah” was a movie. But it was also a reminder. And the foundation of that reminder is and will always be the importance…

JUDAS AND THE BLACK MESSIAH

I reached the age of 21 in 1997. My heaviest burden was being carded while trying to purchase my first legal drink. Coming from a sheltered life, I wanted to be grown and do all the things I thought grown people did. I ran out and got my first tattoo. I partied hard and had a good time doing it. I was not the voice of a revolution. I was not a galvanizing force that prompted people to action. I was not assassinated in my bed where I lay in…