Liberal bed-wetters, yes. Everyone else, not so much.

Via Salon:

…The thing is, I never fully bought into the lie, though. I am a Black woman, formerly a Black girl, always a Black person who is proud of – because I was taught to be — my own Blackness. Because it is my Blackness – my kinky hair and dark brown skin and round posterior—that white supremacy devalues, not my “African-Americanness.”

This is why we must affirm that Black lives matter. It’s the Blackness that scares everybody. Especially if you embrace it. To be clear, I am an African-American, too. Whether conjoined by a hyphen, I carry both these places and these peoples in my veins and in my name. But in affect, comportment, culture, politics and disposition to whiteness, I am unequivocally and unapologetically Black. Real Black. Now say it loud.