Happy Halloween, Pt. 2:
We’re dressed as watermelons this year! We’re descendants of a Black sharecropper, who, like many newly freed Black citizens, very likely grew #watermelons among his crops in order to survive during early #reconstruction/Reign of Terror. For this reason, the fruit was negatively propagandized by southern whites who couldn’t bear the thought of free Black citizens not owing stolen labor or having to depend on them for survival.
The same fruit also sustained Arab populations in occupied territories, to which the British responded with similar negative generalizations based thereupon. Coincidentally, its colors are the same as those of the Palestinian flag, so when residents of Palestinian territory were forbidden to use the flag or her colors in posts or public demonstrations, the watermelon, a fruit that also grows well there & sustains people, was a discreet symbol of resistance to genocide there.
Since my baby is the reincarnation of my mother, i couldn’t tell you who’s the fruit from the seed here.
Happy Halloween!
I dress up as a reaction to the laws of Jim Crow-era Louisiana, which prohibited Black & 1st Nations people from wearing costumes to celebrate any holiday. Why? Because doing so could afford them temporary reprieve from racial segregation. Whites claimed to be so fearful that we'd seek admission to restaurants & other businesses that normally wouldn't serve us equally, if at all, that they made an entire law to keep us from enjoying ourselves at ALL in costume! Really & truly, however, the ancestors probably didn't want to eat next to any racists’ funky lil tails anyway. They probably genuinely just wanted to enjoy themselves, which bothered segregationists more than anything else in this world. For these reasons, I'm thrilled to share this tradition of dressing up with my own beautiful Black baby. If your wholesome joy bothers those who hate you for your appearance, then make 'em hurt.