7 Days of Kwanzaa: Umoja
From the time I was 12 years old, I’ve actively celebrated Kwanzaa. This year will be no different, even while on my writing retreat for the first 5 days. And so here is a series of 7 reflections coming to you daily through the season of Kwanzaa. Habari Gabi?! What’s the news? Umoja! Unity. Consistently connected at every intersection of class and gender brought together by our race. Black is the child kissed by a copper sun A community rejoices... or do they? They ought to. A birth A creation of two joining as one The merging of DNA in the darkness of a womb. Together we birth new things What could we birth together if we realized that we each belong to one another? What could we birth together is we realized that we each have a responsibility and are accountable to one another. Yesterday on the holy night a child was born in a manger because there was no room in the in. A manger on the margins. A child we still celebrate 2000 years later. We gather around the table Sunday after Sunday to give thanks for his sacrifice. But what other tables should we gather around? Can we make room at the tables that we already have? Or is it time to get to work and build new ones with new seats? To hell with their tables never built for us.. we’ve learned to break bread together on our knees... and now we are taking knees with Kaepernick. Standing for righteousness. Coming together. Unity.