February 7, 2006

Message to the People: I’m tired of today’s ‘strong black women’

It’s an off-week, but I had to write this. To be sure, the title of this Message alone will elicit hate mail from a gaggle of sisters who proudly label themselves “strong black women.” Many will not even read the piece, they’ll just erupt. Others will read, but still refuse self-criticism. Most will simply respond with neck-rolls and accusations that I am, at best, a sexist or, at worst — I just hate black women.

According to them, this “hatred” is no doubt the result of a troubled childhood, bad relationship with my mother or some other psychological dysfunction. It could also be the result of deep-seated personal insecurity — just plain old weakness. Hence, because I am weak (like most black men, in their eyes), I can’t deal with the fact that they are strong. I fear them, envy them … just can’t handle them. I may just be a crazy male chauvinist pig who is frustrated by the fact that black women are making such great strides in the world. Hence, I’ve joined the cadre of plain old “black-woman haters.”

Last week Coretta Scott King, a real strong black woman, died. Yes, yes — Coretta was strong. She earned the title. While the subject used to be taboo, it is no great secret now that she endured years of marital infidelity. This does not diminish Martin as a historical icon. It does, however, force us to realize that the Kings’ marriage was less than perfect. No matter. There are things greater than Coretta simply “staying.”

Oh, yes — she was much more than a much put-upon wife. She was really a strong black woman. Close your eyes, picture her.

Statuesque, beautiful, intelligent, poised. Full of grace, class and overflowing with strength. It was this strength and dedication to a cause, not just a man, that led her to lead a march of more than 50,000 people through the streets of Memphis just four days after her husband was shot dead in the same city. Strong! Later in 1968, Coretta took Martin’s place in the Poor People’s March to Washington. She didn’t miss a beat. Her struggle continued. Strong!

The following year, she traveled to Britain and preached at St. Paul’s Cathedral — becoming one of the first, if not the first, woman to do so. Strong!

Today, more often than not, many black women use the “strong black woman” label as little more than an excuse to be nasty for no reason. Coretta did something. She was gentle, graceful and kind. And you never heard her screaming about being strong, even though she was. Learn from her.

Carrying a Prada bag doesn’t make you strong. Sitting outside of or searching your boyfriend’s house for proof that he’s cheating, or mastering the art of speaking with the most acerbic tongue possible, doesn’t make you strong. Emasculating your mate or leaving him because he resists emasculation doesn’t make you strong. Getting married and having babies doesn’t make you strong. Watching “Girlfriends” and Oprah or zoning out on every piece of fictionalized foolishness written by E. Lynn Harris, Omar Tyree, Terry McMillan, Zane and a host of others doesn’t make you strong.

Talking down to waitresses doesn’t make you strong. Joining the “Black Women’s Group Narcissistic Personality Disorder Club” doesn’t make you strong. Ethic of this club? — “Black women are doing everything right, and if these dumb, lazy-ass black men would just get themselves together, everything would be all right.” Oh, yes — demonizing every black man who happens to date a white woman doesn’t make you strong either. Sorry.

Now, that’s not saying black men are doing everything right. God knows we’re not. I’m just saying that there is an ever so slight, minuscule, infinitesimal possibility that today’s black women have some growing to do, too.

Coretta Scott King was strong. Harriet Tubman, with her long-nosed pistols and nerves of steel, was strong. Ida B. Wells-Barnett, with her sharp political mind, bottomless well of courage and blistering pen, was strong. Bespectacled, beautiful, unbossed and unbought Shirley Chisholm, with her strategy and commitment, was strong. Harriet Jacobs was strong. Sojourner Truth was strong. Sheila Jackson Lee is strong. Cynthia McKinney is strong. Maxine Waters is strong. Ruby Dee is strong. Feel me?

So, to all you so-called strong black women — I’ve got no problem with you claiming the title … as long as you earn it. Hell, somebody had to say it. Much love, Coretta.

Remember, until next time — have no fear, stay strong, stand on truth, do justice and do not leave the people in the hands of fools.

Dr. Ricky L. Jones is associate professor and chair of the department of Pan-African Studies at U of L. Contact him at blackvanguard@hotmail.com

strong women just keep on coming

By sixxyq

Perhaps if one does not like this commentary, they can't appreciate the work ethic of Coretta and her steel resolve.

From one strong woman to one obviously strong black man, keep on telling it like it should be!!

Strength is like Beauty

By allen9698

Dr. Jones,

This article like many others in the past was shared with me by my younger sister. I admit at first I didn’t really want to read it, believing that it was just more malice from an injured and bitter black man. Surprisingly, I found myself in agreement with you in several points, particularly the belief that the label of a “Strong Black Woman” is used to freely. However, I do have one concern; you state that you have no problem with someone claiming the title as long as they earn it. My question is simple, who is the person that decides whether or not a woman earns said title? Is it you, them or GOD? At a young age my mother taught me that several things such as success, wealth and happiness like beauty are in the eyes of the beholder. I believe that the same can be said for the strength of a person no matter their race, gender or any other demographical measurement. Therefore, how can I, you or anyone else hear someone stake claim to the “Strong Black Woman” label and judge them unworthy without knowing first hand their personal struggles or life’s journey?

Powerful words

By Sandy Knauer

I won't comment on the strong black woman portion, since I don't have enough black in me to qualify my input, or my wish that we could all be people without race or gender. What I do want to comment on are these words, as I believe they apply to all of us: have no fear, stand on truth, do justice and do not leave people in the hands of fools. Thank you for this great advice.