… or, all you need right now is a little bittuh ack right.
This blog has been inspired by many interactions I’ve had throughout the course of my tender life. The most recent event — the one that prompted me to sit down and write — was a bad customer service experience at the Nubian Heritage/Nicholas store near Fort Greene, Brooklyn.
I support black-owned business, so I go into Nubian Heritage every now and then. I avoid the generally expensive clothes section and even the retail-priced books (except to browse), but I get down with their oils, lotions, candles, and whatnot — all those things to pimp out my feng shui and keep me feeling “wholesome”.
I’ve always burned incense, but a friend of mine insisted that burning Frankincense oil helped her sleep at night. So I go into the store with the idea that if there’s anywhere I can find some oil and realign my chakras by just being in the atmosphere at the same time, this is the place. I stroll up to the counter where there’s a man with chin length locs pretending he doesn’t see me. I give him a small wave and a “hi” after standing there for about one minute unacknowledged.
Without getting into excruciating detail, let me just tell you I have not felt that talked down to since I was too young to remember, and never by someone less than 40 years my senior.
THIS guy was so unpleasant, and too above me to explain something as simple as burning oils. I can readily admit that I ask a lot of questions. I have ever since I realized that it is the only way to get answers to things you want to know. I ask interviewers a lot of questions, I especially ask doctors a lot of questions, and when it’s part of your career to answer them, you should not ONLY answer them but you should have a good time doing it. People find no joy in the spontaneity of human conversation anymore. There’s not even enough personality to fuel an interaction.
So anyways, I’m asking this young man questions about burning oils such as “Does the oil just evaporate?” “Is there maintenance?” “How long would this little flask of oil last me?” “About how many hours would a full top burn?” and so on. All to which I’m getting unnecessarily curt answers such as “Well yes, I suppose it evaporates” (imagine a face with raised eyebrows as though the brain behind it is imparting knowledge onto the world that of course should already be known by all) and “Yes there’s maintenance, as there is with anything.”
At one point I had to ask “DO YOU BURN OIL?”
“Me? Why, yes.”
But of course you do. Oil burning… “I and I” saying, djembe tapping, poetry reciting, Bob Marley shirt wearing, high maintenance dreadlock sporting, fake West Indian accent having, barley chewing, wheatgrass drinking, not to mention just plain rude . . .
But I’m not here to go in on the new wave Brooklyn-esque black bourgeoisie.
I simply wish to present the problem of one dimensional resistance and to propose the consideration of a more holistic way of living.
My MAIN problem with ol’ dude is this — If you are working at Nubian Heritage, I am going to assume that, to an extent, you agree with some of their ideals – African-centered living, community involvement, holistic health, radical black politics, and so on. If this is true, meaning, if you do believe in the empowerment of your people so much and you read mad books about oppression and liberation and revolution and whatnot, then ACT LIKE IT.
It sounds simple, but, maybe it’s not. Resistance and Revolution are not one-dimensional concepts. Your actions and interactions with people during your everyday life should always, without exception, reflect your politics. Otherwise, you’re about as good as a lake-front porch with sitting chairs and no screen.
Resistance is a constant act, and the result of conscious decisions. How am I claiming to be subversive by pontificating about universal health care with a bunch of other pseudo intellectuals in my cohort’s parlor, and on my way home I stop by McDonald’s? How am I a scholar activist sitting up in the student center talking about “organizing” people in the community around issues that affect them, and I haven’t talked to anyone that lives in my neighborhood? How am I protesting non-living wages for immigrant workers and getting caught buying bootcut jeans at the GAP on the weekends?

I’m going to need you to be more than an aesthetic posterchild for an appropriated and inconsistent lifestyle.
If you are into challenging the white supremacist capitalist patriachy (so hooks right now) run by corporations and six white men (one gay), then in my opinion, it is important to examine how to challenge that monolith in every aspect of your breathing life. BAD FOOD is part of that oppression (physical, emotional, and psychological), because your body is a phenomenal machine that can protect and heal itself. Enabling it to do so by eating to live is part of empowering yourself. BUYING POWER is part of resisting. Who does your money support and what structures do you perpetuate through your convenience? RESPECT is part of it. If you’re so revolutionary, why do you judge black women you see in the streets against yourself? Why are you incapable of asking people how they’re doing and actually meaning it? And why, oh why, can’t you respect me when I’m trying to ask you a few questions about some daggon oil?!?!? Since you’ve got so much theoretical “love” for your people.
I understand that eating to live, knowing the sources of what you consume, and so on, are largely affected by certain factors, including economics, region, free time, etc. And in a sense, being able to live “holistically” (buying live foods regularly, only shopping black/independent, etc) is a matter of privilege. And even those who have access and privilege do not always make the choice.
HOWEVER, your actions are within your control. Your energy you can control. And the fact is, your energy will determine everything else first, because what you put out into the world will dictate what you get back.
This is my challenge to anyone who claims they desire to recreate and name the world — stop being a snooty untouchable. It’s time to explore your power. The revolution starts with you.