#Black Excellence

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"Just don't give up what you're trying to do. Where there is love and inspiration, I don't think you can go wrong."

Ella Fitzgerald - (1917-1996) - Jazz Vocalist

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Randy Boyd

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay

DOB: Born 1962

Ethnicity: African American

Occupation: Writer

Note: Has HIV

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The Kindness of Black People: Generosity, Exploitation, and the Need for Genuine Appreciation

A Garveyite Perspective on How Black Benevolence Is Exploited and the Need for Self-Preservation

One of the defining characteristics of Black people across the world is kindness, generosity, and an unwavering spirit of hospitality. Whether in Africa, the Caribbean, Latin America, or North America, Black people have historically been welcoming, open-hearted, and willing to share their resources, time, and culture with others. However, this kindness has often been exploited, taken for granted, and used as a tool to weaken Black self-sufficiency and collective power.

From a Garveyite perspective, Black generosity should not come at the expense of Black self-preservation, sovereignty, and self-determination. This analysis will explore:

The historical roots of Black kindness and communal values.

How Black generosity has been exploited by outsiders, both historically and in modern times.

Why Black people must balance kindness with self-interest and collective upliftment.

The importance of genuine appreciation and reciprocation, rather than blind giving.

1. The Historical Roots of Black Kindness and Communal Values

Before colonialism and the transatlantic slave trade, Black societies across Africa and the diaspora were deeply rooted in communal living, shared resources, and hospitality. Unlike the Western capitalist mindset that emphasizes individual wealth accumulation, African and Indigenous Black communities embraced Ubuntu—a philosophy, which means “I am because we are.”

Examples of Traditional Black Generosity:

African Communalism: In traditional African societies, land was shared, food was distributed collectively, and families took care of one another’s children.

The Maroons and Runaway Slave Communities: Enslaved Africans who escaped would form free Black societies and take in other escapees, offering protection and food.

Black American Hospitality: Despite oppression, Black Americans have historically welcomed others into their communities, offering food, shelter, and mentorship.

Caribbean & Latin American Generosity: Many Afro-Caribbean and Afro-Latin cultures are famous for their open-door policy—welcoming guests as family.

The Problem? Black kindness has been systematically exploited by colonial powers, outsiders, and even members of our own race who prioritize personal gain over collective progress.

2. How Black Generosity Has Been Exploited by Outsiders

Black people's openness has often been met with betrayal and exploitation—both historically and in modern times. When a people are known for their generosity but lack economic and political control, they become easy targets for manipulation.

Historical Examples of Exploitation:

Colonial Deception: European colonizers were welcomed into African societies as “guests,” only to betray, enslave, and exploit the same people who helped them.

The Transatlantic Slave Trade: African rulers and traders, in their spirit of commerce and openness, initially engaged in trade with Europeans—only to later realize that they were being manipulated into selling their own people into an inescapable system of oppression.

Cultural Appropriation: Black music, art, and spiritual traditions have been generously shared with the world, but they are often stolen, repackaged, and sold without benefiting Black creators.

Economic Extraction: Black nations are among the richest in natural resources but remain the poorest because outsiders exploit their generosity and lack of collective control.

Modern Examples of Exploitation:

Immigrant Communities Profiting Off Black money: Many non-Black groups set up businesses in Black neighbourhoods (beauty supply stores, corner shops, restaurants) but do not reinvest into the Black community.

Black Women’s Emotional Labour: Black women are often expected to be caretakers, nurturers, and emotional support systems, but when they need support, the same people they help often turn away.

Black Political Advocacy for Others: Black people have fought for civil rights, justice, and equity, but other racial and social groups who benefit from Black activism rarely reciprocate that solidarity when Black people are in need.

The Result? Black people give, but rarely receive the same kindness and support in return.

3. Why Black People Must Balance Kindness with Self-Preservation

While generosity is a beautiful trait, it must be strategic. Marcus Garvey warned against blindly giving without ensuring that Black people benefit from their labor, wealth, and cultural production.

Key Lessons from Garveyism:

Put Black People First: Black people must prioritize building their own economic and political power before extending help to others.

Stop Giving Away Resources for Free: Black artists, thinkers, and entrepreneurs should ensure that their work benefits their own community before outsiders profit from it.

Create Reciprocity, Not Dependency: If Black communities support businesses, organizations, or individuals, those entities must give back to the community—or they should not be supported.

Be Selective with Kindness: Not everyone who benefits from Black generosity respects Black people. If outsiders refuse to support Black liberation, they should not be given access to Black resources.

If Black people do not balance generosity with self-preservation, they will continue being exploited.

4. The Importance of Genuine Appreciation vs. Selective Exploitation

Black people must demand genuine appreciation, not just symbolic praise or temporary alliances. Many groups praise Black culture but refuse to support Black economic independence or social justice.

Fake Appreciation vs. Real Support:

Music & Art: Many non-Black people celebrate Black culture (Hip-Hop, Reggae, Afrobeat) but do not support Black communities financially or politically.

Black Women’s Labour: Many corporations use Black women’s activism, aesthetics, and leadership but do not offer equal opportunities, pay, or protection.

Black Movements & Political Power: Many groups use Black movements as a blueprint (feminism, LGBTQ rights, immigration advocacy) but do not fight for Black issues.

Genuine Appreciation Requires:

Economic Investment – If people love Black culture, they must invest in Black businesses and industries.

Political Support – If people benefit from Black activism, they must show up for Black political causes.

Mutual Respect – Black people should stop supporting those who do not support them.

5. Conclusion: Black Generosity Must Serve Black Empowerment

The kindness of Black people is a gift and a strength, but when it is not paired with self-interest and economic control, it becomes a tool for exploitation.

Black generosity must be tied to collective advancement.

Black people must stop giving their labour, culture, and resources to those who do not reciprocate.

Support must be conditional—those who do not respect Black people should not benefit from Black kindness.

Final Garveyite Takeaway: Garveyism teaches that love for others must never come before love for self. If Black people want true liberation, they must learn to say NO to exploitation and YES to their own self-determination.

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My sweet Dumpling

Narrative

The stars twinkled above them, a backdrop of shimmering diamonds against the vast tapestry of night. The faint sounds of laughter and music from the distant homecoming dance faded into a comforting silence around them.

Clark turned slightly, casting a sideways glance at Honey, her face illuminated by the soft glow of the moonlight. Her eyes sparkled with joy, reflecting the happiness of the night they had shared. He took a deep breath, grateful for moments like this, where the world felt simple and right.

“Tonight was amazing,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Honey smiled, her cheeks flushed from the evening air, “It really was. I had so much fun.”

There was a comfortable pause, each lost in thoughts about the night—dancing under the lights, laughter shared, and the warmth of their connection. Clark felt a gentle squeeze on his hand, bringing him back to the moment.

“Do you ever think about the future?” Honey asked, her tone shifting slightly, a hint of seriousness weaving into their casual conversation.

Clark hesitated, the weight of her question settling in. “Sometimes,” he replied. “I think about what we want… where we want to be.”

Honey tilted her head, curious. “And what do you want?”

He thought for a moment, then replied, “I want to be with people I care about, making memories like this. It’s the little moments that matter.”

Honey looked deep into his eyes, her expression thoughtful. “I feel the same way. Moments like this, they make everything else fade away. Nothing else matters.”

As the cool breeze rustled the grass around them, Clark leaned his head back against a nearby tree, both of them enveloped in the tranquil atmosphere. It felt easy, being here, with her.

“Do you think we’ll still do this when we’re older?” Honey’s voice was soft, but it held a hint of hope.

“We’ll always find a way to make time for each other,” Clark affirmed, tightening his grip on her hand.

They lingered in the moment, steeped in the warmth of shared dreams and quiet promises, the stars above silently witnessing their connection deepened.

Clark took a deep breath, the air heavy with unspoken words. He turned to face Honey completely, her gaze still fixed in the distance, lost in thought. It was now or never. His heart raced, and he felt the soft pulse of vulnerability surge through him.

“Honey,” he began, his tone earnest, “there’s something I’ve been meaning to say.”

She turned to look at him, her curiosity piqued. “What is it, Clark?”

He could see her eyes glimmer with anticipation, and it gave him the courage he needed. “I’ve been thinking, especially tonight, about what we mean to each other. I… I love you.”

Honey's expression shifted, surprise mingling with a rush of emotions. “You love me?” she echoed, a hint of disbelief dancing in her voice.

“Yes, but it’s more than just friendship,” he continued, his heart pounding as he spoke. “I’ve felt this way for a while now. You’re not just my best friend; you mean so much more to me than that.”

The silence that followed felt like an eternity, and Clark’s stomach churned with both hope and dread. He was terrified of how she might respond.

Honey's breath caught as she processed his words, her eyes wide. “Clark, I…”

Before she could finish, he rushed to explain, “I know this might be a lot, and I don’t want to ruin our friendship. But I couldn’t keep it to myself anymore. You’ve been my rock, my confidant, and being with you feels… right.”

A soft smile began to form on her lips, and relief washed over him. “I feel something special between us too,” she admitted, her voice a soft whisper. “I just didn’t know you felt the same way.”

Clark's heart soared at her words. “So, what does this mean for us?” he asked, anticipation hanging in the air.

Honey paused, biting her lip as she contemplated. “I think we should explore this… whatever it is we have. I want to see where it leads.”

A grin broke across Clark’s face, the weight of unspoken fears lifting. “Really?” he asked, needing to hear it again.

“Yeah,” she replied, her cheeks flushing with warmth. “I’m excited… and a little scared, but mostly excited.”

They shared a moment of understanding, a bridge crossed into uncharted territory. Clark felt an overwhelming sense of happiness as he took her hand in both of his, their fingers intertwining.

“I’m glad,” he whispered, his eyes locked on hers. “I’ve wanted to say that for so long.”

Honey nestled closer, resting her head against his shoulder again, both comforted and exhilarated by the new depth of their relationship.

The tranquil night surrounded them, and the stars seemed to shine brighter as they sat together, hearts racing, ready to embrace this new chapter in their lives.

"My Sweet Dumpling loves me." She whispered, smiling. Clark kissed the top of her head and nodded, "I've always loved you." He whispered back.

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