It’s pretty safe to say that I’m not the only guy on the Michelle Obama bandwagon. With her background, grace, and consciousness, she never ceases to amaze me, and never so much as during her speech at the Democratic National Convention. She was awe inspiring. In fact, during a routine mixed-gender get together, I mentioned that I’d never seen a contemporary sister support her man on a public stage like that before. The brothers in the room gave me the routine cosign, but the sisters in the circle got quiet. They looked at me, then they looked at each other, then they looked at me again. Then all hell broke loose.
Although my intention was to show my adoration for Michelle, whom I consider our Coretta Scott King, apparently I’d fired off a shot in the fragile truce of gender politics between black men and women. Hindsight is always 20/20, but it was too late. It was on.
written by Mwanga