At the root of the Negro problem is the necessity of the white man to find a way of living with the Negro in order to live with himself"
James Baldwin
I watched Meeting David Wilson on MSNBC and couldn't decide if it was a triumphant documentary or just bourgeois intellectual masturbation. Wilson followed David A. Wilson, a young black filmmaker as he touches base with white David B. Wilson, a gentleman whose family happened to have owned slaves, David A.'s people among them. David A. said in a live televised QnA that followed the film's broadcast that he started filming with a question that needed answering:
"What's wrong with Black people?" I sighed heavily at this revelation.
Now, I like antebellum nostalgia just as much as the next guy. But for my part, I'm not interested in watching any more television or film about solving The Negro Problem—whether it be one young man's journey through it or a woman's decision to circumvent an aspect of it. I refuse to lay prone under a microscope as White America takes my temperature—The Hard Way. Enough already.
What's wrong with black people is that we are constantly trying to overcome and transcend Blackness: refine it, define it, or ween ourselves off of it. Everyone thinks being black is a problem. And if you tell someone they are a problem long enough, they'll believe you. Well, not me. I won't stand and answer.
My grandfather didn't riot in the streets of Cleveland, Ohio so I could still shuffling along, hat in hand, trying to justify my existence. I'm too busy elevating to weigh The Negro Problem.
Because I am not a problem.
I Am The Solution.