Race is about beginnings. Do we enter the world as colored people or do we become colored people? Chicken or the egg, social colors or creatures, which came first? It is a necessary question if we are to rid ourselves of race. If we are to see that we can live without it, we must become aware that we are not alive because of it.
Race does not make us come alive. We do not cease to exist if we no longer call ourselves by its names.
Race remakes us. It is another Genesis narrative, a second baptism of flesh into colored waters. We don’t wade in these waters but are drowned. Who we are and could be dies and who race says we must be in order to tell this story correctly is brought to life.
Let there be colored people.
We come up beige, brown, black, red, yellow and white. People of color cannot be people of God too. Because we cannot have two creators. Choose this day who you will be, Who or what flesh speaks for you. One or the other, my enemy or my brother?
Choose a side and then stay on your side. Walls, fences, gated existence, sheltered lives, we live somewhere off in the distance from ourselves. Race forbids us to come any closer. Stay where you are. Race speaks for us; only it can say who we are.
But race has no intentions of introducing us to our true selves.
We are not born colored but reborn colored, called by racial names. We are told that we are colored people. By whom you say? It is not an ominous they but us… just little old you and me. We tell ourselves that we are colored. We are answering to ourselves.
This is race.
If we are to be race-less, then we need only realize that we don’t really know ourselves when talking of our humanity according to the terms and conditions of race, that race is a corporate illusion, a daily, social magic trick, that we no longer want to keep this lie going, that race is up our sleeves and not under our skin.