If forced to admit it, I would have to say aside from re-reading No Exit by Sartre, looking for hints to better my relationship with my significant other, The CommanderInChic Blog has been my recent guilty pleasure. The Blogger is unusually cute and funny but most importantly she has presence.

With the portion of the free time I set aside for reverie I often imagine that when she walks into the room she wafts everyone with the endearing smell of Birthday cake (without of course all the calories.)

She posted something wonderful the other day which made me re-think my disease re-vitaligo, the disease where every year I get darker and darker in terms of my skin pigmentation not so much in my outlook in life.  Here is the quote and the post

Dear Bruised Fruit,

Thank you for often tasting sweeter than non-bruised fruit. I see damage and vulnerability in a better light because of you

Nature saturates fruits with sugar, and in doing so makes it palpable tastey and something to be desired. I have tried to do so with this blog, whether I am  exposing the the dreamworld we believe to be real, or commenting on the the thing I do.

Satori with Benefits

I thought maybe that my journey through the range and spectrum of color is how I personally am ripening. I started off as a white man and now 30 something years later I am a black man. I have like fruit softened, been bruised, battered, cut off from my roots and ostracized from any concept of myself. Those Mulatto years were tough. As Rudyard Kipling the King Pig of colonial writing, I have consigned myself , over the years to carry a heavy burden.

To better describe this burden I quote a lil ditty from Kipling;s  “The White Man’s Burden” written in 1899 as an appeal to the United States to assume the task of developing the Philippines, recently won in the Spanish-American War. As a one writer has stipulated Kipling lived too long, because by the time of his death in 1936, imperialism was no longer in fashion and he had come to be reviled as the poet of British imperialism. If only  Rudyard Kipling  had been able to watch Project Runway he would know that:

In fashion, one day youre in and the next day…youre out

The White Man’s Burden 

by Sir Rudyard Kipling

Take up the White Man’s burden–
Send forth the best ye breed–
Go bind your sons to exile
To serve your captives’ need;
To wait in heavy harness,
On fluttered folk and wild–
Your new-caught, sullen peoples,
Half-devil and half-child.

Take up the White Man’s burden–
In patience to abide,
To veil the threat of terror
And check the show of pride;
By open speech and simple,
An hundred times made plain
To seek another’s profit,
And work another’s gain.

The Brotherhood of the Confused

It seems that I am not the only one who shouldered the White man burden. It seems that various famous black people have, [ who were not first white like me] . For instance former Boxer Ken Norton played Mede in the 1975 Classic Mandingo. For those of you who don’t know about this movie let me give you a brief synopsis from Wiki

On Falconhurst, a run-down plantation owned by the widowed Warren Maxwell (James Mason) and his son Hammond (Perry King), a ‘Mandingo’ slave Ganymede, or Mede (Ken Norton), is trained to fight other slaves. Hammond neglects his wife Blanche (Susan George), whom he rejects on their wedding night after discovering she was not a virgin. Hammond instead ravishes his slave Ellen (Brenda Sykes), while Blanche seduces Mede. These various, conflicting affairs all eventually come together causing the film to end tragically.

Poor Mede. :-( !!!!

“For the black man there is only one destiny. And it is white.” - Frantz Fanon. My Thoughts Exactly

The next Famously unknown person was Franz Fanon, radical existential humanist thinker, acclaimed psychiatrist, philosopher, revolutionary and writer whose work is influential in the fields of post-colonial studies, critical theory and Marxism, and also have incited and inspired anti-colonial liberation movements for more than four decades. He wrote this book which has become my bible:  Black Skin, White Masks.  It only became popular in the 80′s, 30 years after it was published 

Of the many quote I could share with you I have chosen the one which brought be back to the Commander in Chic’s quote:

“Today I believe in the possibility of love; that is why I endeavor to trace its imperfections, its perversions.” 
― Frantz FanonBlack Skin, White Masks

I’ve never been happier to be a bruised white Georgia Peach my only real burden, now realizing how really happy I am, is to make sure I don’t get turned into some kind of bullshit organic juice that people will sell for $5 per cup at some upscale bougie  market.
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