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The Musings of an Eccentric Diva

Welcome to the Musings of an Eccentric Diva. My motto is: Giving Hollyweird movies the finger one movie at a time. Enter at your own risk (insert evil Vincent Price laughter here).
 

THE DYMYSTIFICATION OF THE N-WORD













During my pro-Black, pump your fist in the air days, I eradicated all uses of the word nigga from my vocabulary, my music, and my mind altogether. I was determined not to let this word slip from my mouth ever again. Over the years I relaxed my policy and used in it in the similar vein that Chris Rock used it in his infamous routine about “I love Black folks but I hate niggas”. It changed one day when I began to seriously think about the use of the word and I came to a conclusion: We as a people have given this 5-letter word entirely too much power. This word has driven people to kill and to be killed. How could one word wield so much power over a group of people who are so strong in nature, physically and mentally? That was the day I decided to use the word as often as I can in an effort to take away some of the sting. I am no longer a slave to this word and will be glad when no one else is either. I am aware of the implications and the struggles we have been through as a people because of this word but at some point we must let it go or else it will consume us. I used to struggle with the word ‘bitch” in a similar manner but I have embraced it and now wear it as a badge of honor. Hell I don’t care, call me a bitch...won’t hurt me one bit. Now call me a bad parent, a liar, or a thief and I will have to cut you. The Black race still does and always will bear the scars of slavery and racism but the healing must begin at some point. Now I ain’t saying go to the nearest Klan rally and sing Kumbayah with its members, let's not get crazy here. I’m still an RBG for life, pumping my fist proudly in the air and everything, I just no longer subscribe to the fact the word nigga is grounds for fighting anymore. I’m tired of fighting, bring on the Love Movement!

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