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During the last 150,000 years that it is claimed modern man walked the earth, strong nations have been built on order and discipline. These principles among many others were passed on by the elders to the young.
Today, in the twenty-first century, when you look at the young Black man's state of mind, for the most part we are lost, confused and befuddled. We have become prisoners of our own culture.
The things we love most is, sad to say, destroying us. Now full swing ahead.
In the 1960s women's demands for equal treatment surfaced. This quasi-revolution gave women permission to enter the workplace without guilt. The women then naturally reasoned that if they also worked then the man should participate in the household domestic duties; many brothers conceded and adapted to the new marching orders, and a few even switched roles with the women and became stay-at-home dads.
Black women valued their new role switch and some even returned to school and achieved financial power. As the female became more independent the male as a consequence became more dependent. The pay-off? Black men gained the ignominious distinction of least heads of households from all other men.
Further, swing ahead. After a couple of decades the women looked for men who were not in any way, shape or form intimidated to applaud her success and openly express his sensitivity and/or emotional side. Men seemingly did not understand that this meant he must be sensitive to her needs: nurturing, non-violent, family-oriented, emotional and able to express his feelings.
Since the man had no idea or clue as to what the woman wanted, he erroneously sought to fulfill her request through external appearances; Black men resorted to wearing women's hairstyles and one earring. Men might have felt that this bold move proved their masculinity was not threatened by expressing a feminine side. Now to keep other males from mistaking him for being genuinely feminine, he escalated his level of violence against society, then proclaimed to be a thug, with tattoos to prove it, and was not to be mistaken for a compassionate human being.
Black male masquerade is not a creation of the current generation, this tradition solidified by their fathers and grandfathers, in addition to being mired in patriarchal thinking. Unfortunately, some men are now so dependent that they actively seek women to take care of them, and more unfortunately, many women bask in the role of male pampering. A few decades ago, Black men wore processed hair, slept in rollers, and occasionally wore a woman's headscarf around their head, and flaunted manicured fingernails.
The feminine appearance and dependent attitudes of men today are somewhat understandable; they broadcast their secure manhood.
Even little boys express their undeveloped masculinity through femininity. The problem, in my opinion, is that too many Black men have stayed too long at the masquerade ball and truly crossed over. Due to certain patterns currently existing in our society women can no longer tell a real man in earrings who is merely expressing his sensitivity and secure manhood from a real bisexual or misguided thug. When you are a man and truly masculine there is no need to prove it, you know it, be it and show it in the appropriate manner.
The time has come for another revolution. Men must demand that men act like men, and redirect each other to the right track. The norms of masculinity appear to be causing too many problems. Men must let their true submerged manhood out of the closet and accept responsibility for their families and not seek women for their basic survival. Mature men must teach the misguided and immature that it is manly to respect women, each other and be non-violent.
I was taught by my father that it is not enough to just have knowledge, but you need to know how to use your knowledge to help people.
This is not an attack, just a plea. And while we won't always agree we can have a sense of solidarity through self love.
Aleuta---The struggle continues...
by Yvonne SAM



About 115 children from Toronto and its surrounding...