Who Are We?
(BALTIMORE – August 19, 2025) – “We people, who are darker than blue” … so much has happened to us. We have been indoctrinated with language, culture, holidays, and someone else’s version of “religion.” Our history has been – in many cases – stripped from us. Our ancestors were terrorized, raped, murdered, and enslaved. And while this nation’s original sins have been insufficiently addressed, we are still here. Still we rise.
We built Black towns. Some were burned down. Still, East Texas is reported to have had over 500. Oklahoma had 70–80 Black towns. This is history they never told us.
Instead, we are fed a storyline that we are lazy. We are force-fed a narrative that demeans, degrades, and dehumanizes our very existence—so much so that we even refer to ourselves in music in derogatory ways. You know you’ve done your job when the oppressed carry on the work of the oppressor: when we take on their mindset, when we sell heroin and cocaine to one another, when self-destruction becomes normalized.
Our recent shows have asked a critical question for melanated peoples in America: Who are we? Are we descendants of Moors? Hebrews? Indigenous? All three? Something else? The responses have been varied. A woman in Delaware suggests we are Bantu.
Maybe I should clarify what I have come to know of my lineage. While my father is listed as African American, his maternal grandmother was Blackfoot. His maternal grandfather, to my knowledge, was of African descent. I understand his father’s people to be the same. My mother’s father was from Puerto Rico, and her mother, to my knowledge, was born in Virginia.
All this makes me think back to a question I posed to Paige Hurd at the White House. She spoke of a perspective I had never really considered until that day. She shared about being shamed by fellow brown people because of her Latino heritage. That struck me, because it reminded me that not all of us are open to new information—especially if it challenges what we’ve already decided is true.
I do not deny anyone’s sense of self. But rather than push your beliefs on me, simply present the information. And when you present it, be mindful of your editorial tone, because it can come across as disrespectful. If you want to share knowledge, by all means, share it. But if, after hearing you out, I come to a different conclusion than yours, I have that right. No one has a monopoly on truth. Truth is like the sun—plain for all the world to see.
That’s why I can be a proud descendant of Native Black Americans and still love Africa, Africans, African history, culture, and trade—and never miss a beat. One’s DNA, one’s heritage, one’s spirit—it doesn’t have to be boxed in. One can, in fact, be a Moor, a Hebrew, and a Native Black American, too.
And while I am all for reparations for Black people with centuries of history in this country, I also want to see Burkina Faso, Mali, and Niger win. I am thrilled to see Ibrahim Traoré leading the way for the Sahel. I am thrilled to see a Black man making major moves anywhere in the world.
So, sorry, not sorry when it comes to my stance on Blackness, Indigenous roots, and African ancestry. I am open to new information. Present it respectfully, and I will hear you. Crack slick, and be ready for the clap back—with love. Thanks to Mukasa and Robert Scott for their contributions to tonight’s broadcast.
Think what you want. Believe what you want. But cyberbullying doesn’t work on me. Surely, you jest. I am about truth and freedom. I believe every person has value. I know there is good and bad in every people on earth. Every race, every nation, every culture has those who uplift and those who tear down.
I love the Creator who made every one of us. I don’t care your religion. I don’t listen much to what people claim; I watch what they do, how they react, and the spirit they exude. That’s what tells me who they are.
I do media to share solid information with the masses, beginning with my own community. While I appreciate great numbers of visits, what you will not see is me bending the truth for likes.
At the end of the day, you can believe as you choose. My commitment is to truth, love, and freedom. That means honoring our African roots, our Indigenous roots, and the Creator who gave us all breath. No narrative, no politician, and no cyberbully will move me from that. Our people have survived too much to bend to anything less than the truth.
