To be an artist is to dissemble. I’ve broken open flowers to try and understand how they grow but I should have looked at the roots.
To be a black person in America is to disassemble. We disassemble systems that mixed the bones of our ancestors into the cement that made the foundation. Did Marion Sims tell Anarcha her body would be gouged, without anesthesia, to mark the guidelines? Did 600 men in Tuskegee know their exploitation would install the reinforcement? We’re told to trust an establishment that mined black bodies from graveyards for experiments but never question why 55% percent of black people distrust it.
This isn't a conviction of anti-vaccines, it’s a denouncement of the deep-seated mistreatment of black people in the medical system. It's a commendation to complementary and alternative medicine that has a means of diversifying and expanding healthcare.
The master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house. If you break apart a flower you can use the pieces, but it’s a whole other thing to put it back together again.
