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afro witch aesthetic: cottage witch

Somebody said…

“Black folks been eating Black-eyed peas since slavery & we still broke, I think we should try asparagus & Potato salad w/raisins🤷🏿‍♂️😁”

Stop! You know I ain’t cosigning this bullshit.

When I was a girl in the ‘60s, I used to go visit my cousins down south. South Carolina on my mama’s side, and Alabama on my dad’s. I was born in New York.

The south wasn’t fly like it is now. Many buildings looked like you could kick them over with your foot. I used the outhouses to go to the bathroom, and I pumped glasses of water, even though most houses had indoor plumbing by then. I saw the pot-bellied stove and the real fireplace which was the only way to heat the house.

Some of my family lived in slave cabins. They were still standing and my mother’s family grew up in the Big House that “Massa” used to live in. Most of the cotton and tobacco fields were still there too, rows and rows of them as far as the eye can see. That’s what our ancestors came from.

So if we fast forward to 2020 and you got a pair of red bottoms in your closet along with plenty dresses, bags and shoes, if you got a car and a roof over your head, if you got a job and can go out to a concert or a movie or to dinner from time to time, them black-eyed peas is doing the trick and your ancestors know it.

You weren’t supposed to survive at all let alone have the luxuries that you have.

The ritual of eating these foods is supposed to remind you to give thanks.

So give thanks.