I just ducked into a conversation over at Rachel’s Tavern. It all began when one of her posters professed her love of little chocolate boys…another poster wigged out on the “food reference. So, I said…
Sounds like the real issue is with food. I don’t mean to offend – so don’t take this as an attack. With that said, from where I’m sitting, food is a part of our natural environment – and essential to our survival. Seeing ourselves replicated (phenotypically) and as part of an enormous “single” organism is about as profoundly African a stepping point as one could have. Positioning skin color as a delicious consumable, life-giving force is not only sexy, its brilliant. Our skin is our largest organ – it breathes, grows, sheds, bruises and heals – much like the food we consume. We are not separate from that which sustains us.
Are we really separate from the animal kingdom? Are we really separate from all that surrounds us? Cartesian influences abound in our world – and the positioning of a rational man/woman comprised principally of mind rather than spirit and body (as in universal body – universally connected body) and mind has been relegated to the basement. The Cartesian notion, however, cannot hold. It flies in the face of modern physics and much of what the scientific community has revealed in recent decades.
We are one – whether we choose to acknowledge it or not. When the Egyptians chose the symbol of the jackal (Anubis) to wisdom and placed the head of a jackal on humans in various depictions, it was not an attempt to objectify or minimize our existence. It was not an attempt to worship jackals. It was a recognition of our oneness and an affirmation of the wisdom of jackals who bury their kills to hide it from scavengers – AND – who have the wisdom-sense-capacity-skill to retrieve the food from its location before it rots.
So it is with the Black tradition of linking skin color and food. The “white” fascination with skin color and racial superiority was clearly born of a deep-seated psychological longing. Blacks crafted this practice in a cauldron of contempt for those disparate shades – and made a conscious, psychologically coherent connection to organic sustenance – to food.
I don’t know what could be more beautiful.