Racism used to be a covert operation. Racist folks wanted to conceal their identity so as to not receive backlash from their choices. Now, it seems that it is fashionable to embrace racism just as the Tennessee lawmakers have done recently.
It appears that Tennessee is the testing ground before policies go national. Recent focus has turned to the banning on a Grammy award winning song by Allison Russell titled Eve was Black. The song links all races together and challenges the hate that is demonstrated by some seemingly because of race. It is bold, honest, and challenging.
The song holds the claim of the leading hypothesis among scholars in this area that the whole human race entered the world through the legs of a dark-skinned woman. Not Black, not Egyptian, not Hebrew, as there wasn’t a race back then, but the first humans were Black.
This truth bothers some people enough to ban the song in the state. Until we deal with the sin of racism, we are doomed to keep recycling it in our society. The following is the lyrics to Eve was Black.
“Eve was Black, haven’t you heard?
The Mother of All was Dark and Good
Eve was Black, didn’t you know?
Is that why you hate my Black Skin so?
Is that why you hate my Black Skin so?
Does it remind you of what you lost?
Do you hate or do you lust?
Do you despise or do you yearn?
To return, to return, to return
Back to the Motherland
Back to the Garden
Back to your Black Skin
Back to the Innocence
Back to the shine you lost
When you enslaved your Kin
Why do you try to touch my hair?
Do you hope to find a blessing there?
Why do you try to keep me down?
Do you hope to sow this barren ground
With my black blood, black magic blood
With my black blood, black magic blood
Do I remind you of what you lost?
Do you hate or do you lust?
Do you despise or do you yearn?
To return, to return, to return
Back to the Motherland
Back to the Garden
Back to your Black Skin
Back to the Innocence
Back to the shine you lost
When you enslaved your Kin
What do you hope for as you tie the rope?
What do you hope for as you hoist me up?
What do you hope for as you watch me swing?
Will the Witness Tree Salvation bring?
Do I remind you of what you lost?
Do you hate or do you lust?
Do you despise or do you yearn?
To return, to return, to return
Back to the Motherland
Back to the Garden
Back to your Black Skin
Back to the Innocence
Back to the shine you lost
When you enslaved your Kin
Oh, my Sister, oh, my Brother
Oh, my Mother, oh, my Father
Oh, my Cousin, all my pale Kin
Can’t wash this sin
Can’t wash this sin
Can’t wash this sin
With my Black Blood
With my Black Blood”
ClydeStyle 