Assume that there is always something simmering. Why wouldn't there be in the mind and heart of a black American woman,

descended from black women who lived and died enslaved in America.

The same America where yes, even a whole 150 plus years after slavery's abolition,

her family's ability to a mass generational wealth still suffers.

Her daughters are still disciplined with racially disproportionate disparity at school

and at as early as eight or nine years old viewed as less innocent than their white classmates

and peers. In the face of these and countless other indignities, a latent undercurrent of

anger should not only be understood, but implied.

Challenging that anger's validity solves nothing, questioning it is counterproductive.

The more sensible response to a black woman's ever-present, often deftly

suppressed anger is to discover what brings her joy. In other words, if you can

determine what a black woman does to constantly cool her ancestral anger,

you may just discover a way to save the world.

You may find that she manages her rage by exercising her right to vote,

by pausing within the partitions of the ballot booth and marveling that this right,

though frequently threatened, is actually hers.

You may find that she cools her temper with rational magnanimity

voting with broader interest than just her own in mind.

She knows better than most that her choices tether her to history.

She knows better than most that there is no self-preservation that can

outlast the conservation of a common and greater good.

Protecting the rights of others helps her ensure her own.

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