Those seeking to oppress us got us good. Many of us are truly the ones Dr. Carter G. Woodson spoke of when he suggested someone controlling the mind also controls the actions, because we still automatically go to the back door and create them when there is not one. While other folk have sense enough to take care of, support, build, and preserve their own first, we are still trying to be “multi-culturally correct.” We have been bamboozled into believing pro black means being anti everybody else and allowing other folk to convince us we are radical, militant, prejudice and racist. Thus, many of us are quick to say out loud…“I ain’t into that Black stuff,” as if it’s a bad thing. Well, anyone who knows me, knows I am proud to be into “that Black stuff,” because I know it’s a good thang. “That Black stuff” is the stuff our Ancestors held on in surviving chattel enslavement and slave and black codes. “That Black stuff” is what our big mamas and other elders used to make it through Jim Crow, and the movement for civil rights. “That Black stuff” is what we rely on today to combat racism, discrimination and BWB (being while black), despite the fact we are suppose to be better off, academically, financially and socially than our fore parents. Perhaps, if more of us were into “that Black stuff,” we would have our “Little Africa” section of town, as the Black residents of Tulsa, Oklahoma had up until May 31, 1921 when a white mob burned and bombed 32 blocks of Black Wallstreet, destroying more than 1000 Black owned businesses and murdering over 300 innocent Black men, women and children. Maybe, if we were truly into “that Black stuff,” we would have created as many African centered schools in our communities, as there are churches on every corner. I believe if more of us embraced “that Black stuff,” we would have more Black men in colleges than in prison, because by being into “that Black stuff,” they would have learned at an early age the meaning of the Sankofa Experience. They would have known their past, beyond big mama ‘nem, and perhaps would have known they came from the original people, who built civilization, ruled nations, and wrote the worlds first history. I have had non-Black students, who have told me, (as they tried to convince themselves that they were not prejudice) “I don’t see color. I just see people.” My response is always, “Then you don’t see me, because my color is Black.” I am into “that Black stuff,” because I am into Mama ‘nem and my history and people. I will never deny or sugarcoat my love for “that Black stuff,” because I refuse to disrespect my Ancestors. Remember the poem titled, “I Ain’t Giving Up My Blackness,” and never forget, Aluta Continua, the struggle continues.