Black women are magic, but not because of something mystical or mysterious. Our power was born and is reborn in the depths of tragedy, the storms of indignity, the strength of our faith and community. Our magic is in direct proportion to the pain we’ve overcome.
Identity is who we are, the way we think about ourselves, the way we are viewed by the world and the characteristics that define us. Elements of our identity are not discovered simultaneously. And for some, searching for identity is challenged by cultural erasure, false narratives and colonization.
I felt ill-equipped to answer her question satisfactorily. My daughter, Destiny, was on the phone scrutinizing our multi-racial, multi-ethnic identity. And the answers didn’t come easy to me. We have a long history of bi-racial and cross-cultural unions in my family. All of our ethnic and racial identities are hidden in our obvious Blackness.