"Shame that started when his great-great-great-grandparents were shackled and forced to walk through the Door of No Return, locked up on ships that carried them through the Middle Passage shitting and puking all over themselves and their relatives, friends, and neighbors chained close together like they were in a can of sardines, then stripped of their history, their identity, their language, their religion. Shame passed down to him through three or four generations of family members who suffered the pain and humiliation that started with slavery and mutated into deep anger and self-hatred, one of the far-reaching effects of the phenomenon that Dr. Joy DeGruy has coined post-traumatic slave syndrome."
"At that moment I remembered every negative image I had ever heard of Black women—oversexed, breeder, wet nurse, mammy, hostile, nappy-headed ho. Gretel’s words named something I had felt vaguely all my life but could not describe with words of my own. The cautionary warnings from our mothers and grandmothers: “You gotta work harder and be better if you want to be seen as just as good as white girls”; “You gotta go through a lot of pain to be beautiful” (translation: keep your hair straightened and your butt looking flatter); Billie Holiday’s lyrics, “Southern trees bear strange fruit . . . black bodies hanging from the poplar tree”; the blue eyes that Toni Morrison’s character Pecola prayed for, believing that they would stop the abuse she was suffering, stop her from being seen as “dirt”; the horrific story of the Hottentot Venus, the orphaned eighteenth-century South African woman whose large buttocks and extended labia caused her Dutch enslavers to turn her into a sideshow attraction; the degrading ways we Black women are depicted in movies or shaking our asses in hip-hop videos; the ways we are devalued in school and the workplace; how our men who reject us and men of other races, who look past us or leer at us with hidden lust.
Unfortunately, we are still struggling with this perception. On June 27, 2008, the Atlanta Journal–Constitution reported that Chiman Rai, a retired math professor, was sentenced to life in prison for having paid a hit man $10,000 to murder his son’s African American wife. A native of India, Rai feared that the marriage would cast a stigma on his family, explaining with no remorse that India’s rigid caste system deems Blacks the lowest caste, and Black women the absolute lowest, since women are believed to be lower than men in his culture.
I HAVE THREE BEAUTIFUL, intelligent daughters. I have had to help them maintain their self-images over and over again, even as I’ve attempted to heal my own. I also fully understand the horror of what is happening to our young men. I have a son who was incarcerated for ten years in the federal penitentiary. But there seems to be a conspiracy of silence around our girls and women. Could it be that in large part our incarceration is invisible? That we are locked up in our bodies?
Like countless Black mothers, I have worked hard to train my daughters to be proud of who they are in a world that would have them be ashamed of their darkness. For Black women, loving ourselves and passing that self-love down to our daughters and our granddaughters is a difficult task. Centuries of negation often makes us feel like we need to adopt a hard, protective shell, which is either praised as strength or dismissed as hostility. In short, we turn ourselves into stone."