on the subject of time and being Black lol. my mom said my dad hated the concept of cp time (colored people time) and that he would be annoyed when people in the group we used to belong to (my dad and some of his friends…
I’ve long suspected CP time was a subversive revolutionary act that, like most rituals, became separated from its intent over time. Think about not owning any part of your existence but the stereotype of shiftlessness and mental inferiority allows you an opportunity to “steal” some of your autonomy back from your oppressors. Wouldn’t you take it? Wouldn’t you drag your feet bringing massa’s horse round front? Wouldn’t you serve dinner five minutes late? Not move so fast to get to the next performance of “Black Inferiority, The Life Play”?
Clocking in late, moving slowly to respond to a demand, strutting when you should be running: it all seems so logical to me for black folks to be late. Too many times we’re going where we’re not wanted, where we don’t want to be and/or where we won’t be allowed to be. Why in the hell should I hurry for that?
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