Agoloso Presents - Atondido Stories Agoloso Presents - Mama Mada

Mama Mada Blackness stretches over the land. Blackness— the Black of it, the rust-red of it, the milk and cream of it, the tan and yellow-tan of it, the deep-brown middle-brown high-brown of it, the “olive” and ochre of it— Blackness marches on. The huge, the pungent object of our prime out-ride is to Comprehend, to salute and to Love the fact that we are Black, which is our “ultimate Reality,” which is the lone ground from which our meaningful metamorphosis, from which our prosperous staccato, group or individual, can rise. Self-shriveled Blacks. Begin with gaunt and marvelous concession: YOU are our costume and our fundamental bone. All of you— you COLORED ones, you NEGRO ones, those of you who proudly cry “I’m half INDian”— those of you who proudly screech “I’VE got the blood of George WASHington in MY veins” ALL of you— you proper Blacks, you half-Blacks, 144

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