I'm reading this book on the post traumatic stress disorder of African americans...it's not as clinical or as boring as I just introduced it...  just go with me.  The woman who wrote the book told an anecdote about her son getting verbally attacked by another little black boy, and she said she lamented (and I paraphrase) "Couldn't he (the boy) see that he (her son) was black like him?"  As if, by virtue of being black, there should be solidarity.  I would have never thought critically about that statement a couple of years ago.  Of course we should close ranks around our skin... but upon talking to my Caribbean acquaintances and African friends, people that grew up seeing other black people everywhere and were not necessarily giving the "what up" nod or sneaking in brother or sister in the small talk every time... ... I wonder if I'll see a day when I the 'what up' nod is a gesture that celebrates our humanness, and not just our humanity, but our aliveness.

  Then I'm sure, even in that utopia, we'd rise up as a human/animal/plant nation and attack all the rocks.

LOL...