بِسْــــــــــــــــــمِ اﷲِالرَّحْمَنِ اارَّحِيم

As-Salaamu ‘Alaikum Beautiful Asiatic Black Sisters,

I am the most progressive person I know when it comes to male/female roles. But I was born in the year nineteen hundred and seventy-one, right when the Women’s Liberation movement was kicking in, so by the time I reached the age of consciousness, it was in full swing.

Feminism is/was deep-rooted. I was the girl who was always competing with the boys and usually triumphed victoriously. So, you know I was the poster child for “Girl Power.” It’s funny because I never thought of myself as a tomboy. I just thought I was “athletic.” That “Girl Power” competitiveness can be very destructive in relationships, however. Sisters, we should not be trying to “beat” our husbands or any Blackman, in general. We should recognize our place and submit to them not just physically, but mentally as well. We must view our marriages and the Black family at large, as a team, where every member knows their position. Through teamwork, when one of us wins, we all win.

I didn’t realize how seriously I had been poisoned by white devil feminism until one day I was at the Social Security office and I was crocheting some house shoes while I waited. There was a little original Sister, about 9 or ten, who was absolutely engrossed by my activity.

I struck up a conversation. (love the babies). We talked about crocheting (she thought I was “knitting”) and our roles as women. Surprisingly, she agreed with the nature of the woman to stay home after she gets married and bears children. She told me she wanted to be a teacher.

During the course of our desultory exchange, I learned that she has an older sister who is deaf. I got really excited because she told me she knew a few signs!

Now, I have been studying American Sign Language (ASL) since 2008, but never could grasp the differences in the male and female signs. I would always get them mixed up, until this little nine-or-ten-year old Sister, made me feel foolish.

She did the sign for mother – the correct way – on the chin. I shook my head “No.” And she nodded her head, “Yes”.

I thought about it and realized I was wrong.

Knowing full well that the Black man has “more powerful brains” than the woman, still, I could not accept the differences in the signs. Subconsciously, not accepting the superiority of the Black man. It is difficult for me to even write this. But, it is true. The devil did a number on us. But Time Makes All Things Manifest.

Sign Language, probably because of the physical movement (body language) of acting out words and the message you are trying to convey, makes meanings very clear. Sometimes, when I sign what I am saying, it resonates more powerfully – deeply.

By forcing myself to internalize the differences between the male/female signs, it has brought me closer to humbling myself to the power and superiority of the Black God.



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