I have seen so many incredibly looking black people in this Facebook club, possessing perfectly formed bodies, with varying degrees of blackness, ranging from fair tanned shades to dark velvet blackness. Adorned in some of the most stylish colourful and exotic fabrics on this planet combined with their natural afro looking hairstyles.
I think this group was created to stimulate the ‘Beauty of being black’. As even more dark ugly history continues to be revealed and exposed (as if it was not bad enough already) combined with the subtle deep rooted attitudes and racism that still exists today, that contributed to the birth of movements like ‘Black lives matter’ being based on unbelievable statistics regarding the chances of getting shot , incarceration and severity of punishment in comparison to their white counterparts, I slowly began to understand why this site is so important to them to help them build up and maintaining their dignity, self worth and pride.
I say ‘them’ although being black myself because of being born and brought up outside of the U.S. being born in Europe from parents who were also the offsprings of victims of that same international slave trade were spared the severity of racism and segregation that the African Americans were and still are experiencing.
So for me in general I took our self worth, beauty, looks and style some what for granted. Strangely enough being naive to the continued suffering of African American. I clearly remember watching American films and shows admiring all these amazing black artists with their looks, beauty and styles and ignorantly reasoning how great and exciting life must be there compared to dull and boring England.
Despite the fact that racism towards black people was and still is present here in the parts of Europe that I am familiar with, the ‘Black Americans’ were viewed differently and highly respected. They were the ‘Cool Blacks’ that was “as acceptable to be identify with and admired amongst the white caucasian population. It was their natural style, accent, musical talents and general charisme that just transformed them into a an Elite group of black people. Even the ‘boys from the hood’ were looked up to with their cool accents, clothing styles, rapping, singing and amazing dance abilities.
Admittedly there was another very popular black community that European loved, Jamaican Rastas with their Reggae music, dreadlocks and I guess ganga with some white men and women dreadlocking their hair own white hair and wearing the colours of the Rastafarian religion. Even many black Africans coming directly from the African continent loved and intimated their hair and style.
But even outside this group my parents, uncles and aunties did come to settle down in the U.K. and feel a certain level of acceptance and recognition for their talents, skills and social interaction in their communities. Subtle racism still existed but was never so blatant and agressive as experience in America.
I clearly remember growing up from childhood, looking at old vintage black and white photographs from the 50s and 60s of my parents, aunties and uncles and being amazed, impressed and proud of their looks, attractiveness and style.
But their beauty was very personal to me because it involved more than their physical looks. It included who they were and what they did for me. They were my parents and they were responsible for my existence, they loved, cared and raised me as best they could based on their finances and circumstances.
So for me personally I need something more to admire these photographs fully. I need to know who they really are. I need to know what their inner substance is made off . I need to know their history, their unique personal background, experiences and challenges. I need to know how they were able to deal with both success and failures in their lives and what carried them through. I need to know what inspiration they can give me.
But for me you don’t have to be rich and famous to be inspiring. I recently saw a brief interview of a black homeless man and how he still was able to carry himself with a certain amount of pride despite his misfortune. His response to someone that yelled at him calling him a bum and go get a job was so powerful. He replied “God bless you sir” . According to the clip that same man returned ten minutes later apologised and gave him some money to eat and to pay for a room for the night.
Thats the substance and shows your inner six pack and beauty and inspires us.
For me these are the factors that make ‘The man’ or ‘woman’.
We are all continually growing, maturing and realizing more and more that it is not all about ‘a pretty face’ or ‘how well toned your muscles are’ we realise that the primary factor is and should always be about inner beauty and strength.
Our outer beauty is just a sideline facet, a small brooch, a necklace, chain or ring that adds that finishing touch to the whole real picture.
because no matter how perfect your Instagram photo maybe it’s who you really are inside that will determine what people will finally see, in the long run when they look at you …..
and then I guess when you have built up a reputation of accomplishment and success like John Legend you can almost get away with wearing anything …..almost 😃
unfortunately I had to omit that image of John Legend due to possible copyright issues but you can view that image here, posted around end of January 2020 https://www.facebook.com/MelantedClub/