Updated: May 16, 2021
Dear Africana Woman,
How are you? I think the world over is mourning Chadwick Boseman. To be honest I have not read any of the articles after his passing. You have to understand that I am the chick that will go watch all of the interviews for a movie, read all of the back stories for the characters, watch all of the easter eggs in a movie and really go all out in understanding the deeper meaning of what is trying to be portrayed by the story tellers. So this is totally out of character for me to not do the research. I feel in the depths of my soul, that here was a man who stood up to fear and chose to empty himself so as when he goes up to heaven he can say, “I left it all on the table. I did what you told me to do”. I feel like he fulfilled his purpose. He showed every melanated person who they really are: royalty, children of a King, capable of doing things that this world has not seen. Chadwick showed us that excuses are the crutches that we use to limit ourselves. He did what he was assigned to do on this earth. His life was well lived. So I do not need the interpretations of the backstory. His gift to us has been memorialised for eternity and that is enough.
I must tell you that I am actually weeping as I write this. I thought I was okay. When the Black Mamba died I cried. But this is the first time I have allowed myself to be covered with the emotions of grief from this loss of Chadwick. This year is hard enough I don’t understand why our black men are being taken from us so young. I don’t understand why we have to endure the loss of people who give us hope. God what is your will here? We need our men! They are being shot, they are being killed, they are emasculated by systems, we are all fatherless. How can you take our Hope? My heart feels like it is shattered and like the Kings Men, I don’t know how to put the pieces together again. I am so tired, I am tired of raising these boys alone. I am tired of trying to fill a frame that I can neve