Listen to enough conversations in Black America, and you’ll eventually hear a Black man call another Black man “God.” And he’ll mean it. And not in a cult leader kinda of way, but as a serious form of address, often between men who look like they’ve been through some serious sh*t. You ever met a Five Percenter? Like a real one? They’ve all been through some serious sh*t. And these men wouldn’t play with the word “God.” Neither would most people in Black America, because God still means something deep there.
Bishop Turner notes that it would be better to be an atheist or pantheist than to worship a personal God who looks nothing like the persons worshiping him.
It’s this sentiment that eventually gave rise to the modern cliché “My God doesn’t have a color.” It wasn’t some scientific rationalism or Neo-Platonism. It was simply developed as a way to dance around what this God might look like.
Basically, this is a f*cked up industry for real. You get persecuted for telling the truth, for standing up, for being righteous, for having honor, for simply being a MAN, you will be f*cked with. They’ll try you repeatedly. There’s always a backroom at the party where there’s more on the table, so long as you accept what goes on behind those doors.
One of the first books we published through Two Horizons Press was Black Rebellion: Eyewitness Accounts of Major Slave Revolts. Our goal was to introduce history students to the REAL history of revolt and rebellion during slavery, told from the perspectives of the people who were there at the time. Many of these stories are otherwise untold and unknown.