The Name Game

Penned by ashee On September - 10 - 200921 readers

The Americas. America of the United States. Swine Flu. H1N1. Latino. Hispanic. Black. Negro. African-American. Native American. Indian. Asian. Oriental.

What’s the one thing all the above have in common? They have all played The Name Game. The simple game where if the name of one subject is changed it can be deemed as something new or “different”. Who created this game and loves to have others participate? You’ve guessed correctly. The powers that be – confused non-browns. These folks continue to change not only names of people, objects, places, ideas, and things; they like to change the rules on how and when to play the game. Unless they deem it necessary, the name game does not commence.

namechange This can be said for one of the biggest items changed throughout history – places. From all seven continents, the names have been given to them and or changed to suit the non-browns’ needs. Even the inhabitants have been told that their terms were not good enough and the non-browns were needed to help “establish” a common ground.

I started to extract myself from the name game and have begun to call a spade a spade. The first Negro-whatever has ceased to faze me years ago. A prime example: If I lived on Walnut Street for forty years and on year forty-one the city of NY decided to change the name to Spades Lane; just because a Black family moves onto Spade Lane in year forty-one they do not automatically become the “first” Negros on Spades Lane. I have lived there for forty-one years (non-stop) and refuse become non-existant because the block’s name has changed.

Folks have gotten used to the name game and have been more than willing to accept the new status updates like a Twitter drone. Like most unwilling participants I have been intertwind into a game that is not beneficial to myself or the majority of players. Also like the majority of unwilling participants I am at a loss of how to fully withdraw from this game.

As in the Matrix, I am awaiting my Morpheus to come holding my pill of liberation. Until then, what little I can do to inch closer to the exit sign on my own will have to do.

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