Royalty is not Cultured
Culture is the character of a people’s identity, the good and the bad. Culture at its root –at its alpha- is unblemished…but over time it can be seasoned with moral corruption, irresponsibility and superciliousness. In most cases the true essence of a people’s culture is beyond reproach. That’s if it is not tainted with brutal imperialism and outlandish liberalism.
Culture is solidified…permanently footprint-ed in the universe leaving humans with brilliance, integrity, sophistication, and unfortunately with inflated egos and even horrible memories of human hatred i.e. Pacific Islanders were slaughtered by Christian missionaries. Therefore, culture should never drift, die or create a new identity. Culture will remain…with and without its orchestrators when this temporary existence that we refer to as Life implodes.
Early this week an associate and I were discussing The Royal Wedding. He let me know with high intensity that I was being shallow when I stated,
“I am not interested in The Royal Wedding. I can care less about British royalty. And, no, I do not plan to watch any footage pertaining to the wedding – and I definitely will not be up at 4AM viewing the ceremony. I don’t identify with that culture...No...it is NOT culture; I meant to type: that way of life.”
Should have kept that to myself considering this associate of mine got offended. I was stunned by his immediate defense of an event that will be a brief moment in history’s evolvement. He was bent out of shape like someone who is British would be…possibly. He was stuck in that moment of the conversation while I was onto talk about the ongoing saga in Ivory Coast. He later abruptly ended the call with “I can’t hear you. You are breaking up.” – but before he got off the phone he asked,
“Muata, what is THAT you’re listening to?”
He made such an ass of himself when he let his mind form that question. I with PRIDE provided some education:
“That? That is music…PAUSE… It is Afro Zouk. Its origins are based in Guadeloupe, Haiti, Martinique, St. Lucia, and Dominica.”
Surprisingly, he was clueless. I found that to be perplexing considering he coins himself as ‘cultured’. But yet, he blasted me on my lack of interest in British culture and nonchalant attitude toward The Royal Wedding. Never acknowledging that the United States’ primary and secondary school educational system requires its citizens to study and memorize British historical timelines and British monarchs. So…I am well aware of Britain’s influence. And, I am also well aware of Britain’s role in the Transatlantic Slave Trade…
African Americans will celebrate Cinco de Mayo – but refuse to acknowledge the Ghanaian Independence Day. We will drink green beer in celebration of St. Patrick’s Day – but refuse to sample Zambezi (beer from Zimbabwe). We will with pride pledge a blind allegiance to the United States, but refuse to identify with the Negro National Anthem. We will claim Olive Garden’s Italian food is our favorite, but refuse to sample Kuku Wa Kupaka (Tanzanian Chicken in Coconut Sauce). We will freely call each nigger, but refuse to greet each other with Hotep (a positive salutation). We will spend countless hours viewing with anticipation the media hype of The Royal Wedding, but refuse to spend a little time researching African Royalty and the significance of it.
*Princess Bukhosibemvelo of South Africa*So, I will not watch any form of Prince William and Miss Catherine Middleton’s nuptials. Nothing against them. They are a beautiful looking couple. I, on the other hand, in rebellious protest, have plans to rise at 4AM Friday morning - and honor myself and my culture by working out like John Ekiru Kelai, Kenyan marathon runner and meditating on the music of Peter Tosh,
You should join me in rebellion and in allegiance to where culture in many ways –despite the forced and permitted rape -is still on a grassroots level authentic, wholesome, humble, spiritual, and in NO need of fanfare:
The Black Rebel