They are out there- yes- but you would be hard pressed to find a negroe who doesn’t believe in God. If they have some doubts, perhaps they should tread lightly when sharing said spiritual wondering's with black folks just foaming at the mouth to tell you a thing or two about questioning God. Don’t you ever in your life question the existence of the Almighty and His will. Don’t you ever…
If a white person mumbles something about the “A” word, black people simply frown because we aren't surprised. It isn't true, of course, that all white folks are atheists. There are millions of white people who believe and praise God, but if they don’t and start rattling off at the mouth about Big Bang and other such nonsense, we can say we expected as much. A lot of black people think white folks are far more likely to succumb to the devil’s rotten womb of atheism than blacks. Therefore, if something extraordinarily terrible happens to them (lets say... getting struck by lightning two or three times) we chalk it up to their inability to respect the Lord in all His splendor.
Black people think white folks have no respect for God’s power because they don't believe in His existence. We think only Hispanics and African-American's praise the Lord. If a white person is on television sharing a survival story and what they believed saved them from certain death, black people brace themselves for what we hope they’re going to say but know they aren’t. We want white folks to say, “It was God. Had it not been for my strong spiritual beliefs; had God not been in my life to hear my prayers, I would not be here today.” Instead, they say something along the lines of, “The skills I acquired while in Girlscout's circa 1972 is this reason I’m here today. Had I not learned how to tie a rope 700 ways from Sunday, I would be dead. My rope tying skills along with remembering what I learned from watching MacGyver is what gave me the will to live. Thank you MacGyver. Thank you Girlscouts of America. Your cookies have kept me going. ”
What the hell?
We throw our hands up and say something like, "See there! That's why that shit happened to they ass." Then we chalk it up to what we chalk it up to and move on. But let that same story be told by a black person who fails to acknowledge that it was the Lord who carried her through the ordeal. We get mad as I don't know what. Call up mama n'em, tell her to turn to the channel and talk for hours on end how it's a damn shame she couldn't give props to God. Even hip hop artists, who just spent months creating 17 hours of songs that cuss ya mama out, tell you how they killed some fool that stepped on they shoes and how many hoes they brought home after the club will thank God first and foremost inside the CD cover.
We don't get surprised when white folks leave God out of their lives. It's why we think they receive what's coming to them- freak accidents and other corn-ball incidents where massive amounts of them are killed simultaneously. Not since the slaughter of hundreds of black people in
Yes, I know there are black atheists out there but it would not be in their best interest to admit it to other blacks… especially Big Mama. Big Mama is the one who keeps the family together, forces all the children into church and fills our belly with greasy, fried, bread-like substances better known as Sunday dinner. She has the King James Bible within eyesight no matter what part of the house you're in and it's ALWAYS open. She understands why God is so important in our lives. She understands what the new generation of black folks seem to be losing: that having God in our lives can lift our heaviest burden and keep us going while others are jumping to their death because they lost their job and every penny in the bank is gone.
This goes as far back as slavery. When white people had our folks hemmed up by ropes and getting whipped; in the hot sun picking cotton and running cows; making biscuits from scratch for mas’sas white children and living in crammed makeshift shacks like sardines, who else could they bond with but the Lord? Their husbands were getting sold or traded. Their children were also being sold or turned into servant girls who fanned mas’sas white children with peacock feathers to keep them cool. (This actually happened.) The women were getting raped and/or beaten. The only thing constant in a black person’s life was food, cotton, and the Lord.
So don’t go telling some diehard church going black person about the Big Bang Theory as means of explaining the inspirations of mother earth; rich cycles of ever changing seasons; the beauty in trees; the coolness of the wind; the warmth of the sun; the natural sweetness of honey; the awe of mountains; an animals natural instinct to survive and the promise of God with rainbows the likes of which no human could ever create. You can not even swear by one hair on your head because it is not yours to use for collateral. You and all there is about you is the creation of the Almighty. What can I say? Black folks- we love us some God. But if you don’t… you might want to shut the hell up and keep that ish to yourself baby.
