We talk a lot about Black pride.We wear it.We speak it.We teach it to our children—so they walk with their heads high in a world that too often trie
We talk a lot about Black pride.
We wear it.
We speak it.
We teach it to our children—so they walk with their heads high in a world that too often tries to bow them down.
But we must tell the truth: Black pride is not real if it comes at the cost of silence around violence.
It is not enough to praise our history, celebrate our culture, or post about Black Girl Magic, Black excellence, or ancestral power—while turning a blind eye to male violence against women and children.
That is not love for the community.
That is complicity. Aiding and abetting.
This trial involving Sean Combs is not just about one man. It’s about the systems, silences, and shields we create around power. This is a man who curated a brand dripping with Black pride. Songs that made us dance, cry, remember, resist.
But behind that image, court testimony now reveals a pattern of violence against women, employees, and partners. If true, that is not just a personal failing—it is a community crisis.
We cannot afford to be proud of our chains.
Pride that defends harm is not pride.
It’s protection of ego, power, and legacy at the expense of the vulnerable.
When we shame, threaten, erase, or mock women for speaking up…
When we call it “family business” and silence Survivors to protect reputations…
When we parade Blackness but turn away from the suffering of our own daughters, sisters, workers, and lovers…
We are not walking in Black pride. We are walking in betrayal.
This is not a call-out.
This is a call-in.
Because there is pain here. Generational pain.
But we are called to be greater.
Greater than the silence.
Greater than the cycles.
Greater than the men and systems that taught us that protecting “a good name” matters more than protecting Black women’s lives.
We owe our ancestors more than performative pride.
We owe our children more than hashtags and speeches.
We owe ourselves the kind of sacred pride that protects, uplifts, and refuses to pretend that harm is heritage.
Because true Black pride is healing.
It is protection.
It is honesty.
It is legacy.
Let’s live it.
