I have the luxury of being surrounded by brilliant Black women whose creations put fire in our steps and pepah in our speech. Makers and organizers. Sisters who’re stomping through the unruly rubbish of privilege and comfort while striding towards social justice, making sure that we’re not just standing on the shoulders of giants but we’re also setting up battle camps and sanctuaries in their footsteps. Even in the company of such illuminating workers, filmmaker Bibi Fadlalla stands out as one of the realest, one of the truest. As I wrote on The Gram: “She’s a film maker doing it for the culture instead of the clicks, doing it to reflect instead of to be seen. Her lens is one of the most amazing mirrors that ever represented Blackness in the Netherlands.” With her new series #BlackInNL Fadlalla affirms the importance of having our histories and realities documented by someone who isn’t just fascinated by our experiences but who also shares the, who lives them.

BibiOn June 23 2016, Fadlalla (pic) uploaded the first episode of the series that will de- and reconstruct the contemporary narratives about Blackness in or affected by the Netherlands. With #BlackInNL she creates conversations that are public yet unbothered by expectations of how and when Blackness should enter the stage. She creates with the freedom of those who understand that ‘dialogue’ often means ‘delay’ and that the B in our follow up plan stands for Black. By finding a proper balance between liberties and responsibilities and while connecting our individual to our collective Self, she plays a massive part in us retaking matters into our own raised fists. That she invited human rights expert Nawal Mustafa and PhD researcher Tracian Meikle for the first two episodes, makes one thing very clear: we will be represented in our full dimensionalities. Both ladies have made and continue to make stellar contributions to the collective well-being of Black people in the Netherlands. Digging through archives, attending events, mobilizing people. Neither of them ever did it with their eye on the mic but it’s such a joyful kind of justice that they are the ones who’re introducing us to this new series.
Plus, Fadlalla’s list of people she wants to interview for upcoming episodes is so refreshing. It reflects that what some of us have so desperately been fighting for: a proper representation of the NL-based Black communities. One that takes us far beyond the shortlists of some of our most prolific organizers, one that offers an understanding better than the best coffee dates with those who’re seen as in-crowd.

If more people who claim to be in the business of (re)telling the histories of NL-based resistance movements would do so from the community archives instead of from in front of a big mirror, Fadlalla would have gotten the credit she deserves a long time ago. Part one and two of her documentary Zwarte Piet en Ik (Black Pete and I) first aired on Dutch tv on December 1 and 8, 2012. This is long before the latest wave of Saviors and others invested in the intellectual gentrification of Black resistance discovered that the anti-racist struggle is an excellent stepping stone towards relevance. Her work should have earned her a spot at the tables. Proper tables in the houses that we built, not those burning pieces of furniture scattered around decaying ivory towers held together by colonial nostalgia and sanctified aspirations to never ever upset the status quocasian.

Luckily her drive to create offers ample opportunities to get it right. #BlackInNL isn’t just what we need, it’s how we need it: honest, free and Blackity Black. So instead of live Tweeting during all the mainstream TV shows that don’t get us or creating hashtags urging them to invite one of us on their show, use your energy to amplify the work of those of us who actually have us in mind when they create.  Be on standby for next episodes that will feature Amsterdam based activist Jessica de Abreu and plenty, plenty mo’ good people.

Ways to pump a digital fist in honour of Bibi Fadlalla’s work:
– Subscribe to her Youtube channel
– Follow her on Twittah.
If you can read Dutch, be sure to also follow the account of her upcoming documentary Dat Haar (That Hair).

Dear Bibi, thanks for all the excitement you continue to offer!

What’s worse, looking jealous or racist/ jealous or racist

A few days ago writer and political science student Hélène Christelle Munganyende, who was born in Rwanda and lives in the Netherlands and Belgium, wrote a Dutch article with a title that translates to: ‘Sorry white woman: Lemonade isn’t for you.’ A Mainstream White Dutch feminist quickly responded by demanding that “all non-racist, non-stigmatizing black women distance themselves from Munganyende’s strange opinion that white women can’t say anything about ‘black culture’ or Lemonade.” I don’t know what sort of “The million ways Black women oppress White women”-books she read before swirling this demand at us but for future reference, disgruntled likkle white girl, you don’t roll up on Black women and summon us to nurse you back to comfort. Ever. This isn’t The Help! Never, ever think that you can slam your fist on the table while shouting orders at us. When you do, you prove that your ideas about social justice, equity and equality (not the same!) plus solidarity deserve nothing more than some gasoline and a match.Angela gif

After stating how “very, very angry!” Munganyende’s piece made her, the Mainstream White Dutch feminist starts explaining how difficult life is for White women and how her anti-racist work started in elementary school because it was there that she made her first Black friends. All this while squeezing in there that instead of ‘wit’, the Dutch word for ‘white’, she prefers to be called ‘blank’. For those of you who can’t read or speak Dutch but wonder why ‘blank’ sounds so familiar, let me help you figure out where you’ve seen this colonial term before: on every single segregation sign in the days that South Africa still had an official apartheidsregime.

As the raisin on her article, the Mainstream White Dutch feminist used a picture with the text “We all bleed the same.” Which, of course, doesn’t deal with the reality that some of us bleed more often than others and not all blood leaves a stain. This, however, is where the political intellect of Mainstream White Dutch feminists falls short.

I write Mainstream White Dutch (MWD) with three capitals because the proverbial 85% of average White Dutch people who create, visit and/or are offered platforms that represent ‘the people’ have such horrifically mediocre worldviews that they should be granted their own category within the larger, transnational landscape of Whiteness. In the Netherlands, MWD people are just now learning to wrap their heads around announced Blackness so unannounced Blackness..? The kind that doesn’t have the words Black, Afro or Afri in the title and isn’t linked to what Mainstream White Dutch people consider “Black Topics”..? Nothing but continuous errors as they “try” to process the information.
In the Dutch tradition of the zesjesmentaliteit/6-mentality (why strive to get a 10 for your exam when you can also pass with a 6?) and sayings like “Just be normal ‘cause Frozenthat’s crazy enough” and “Let’s keep it cozy!”, MWD people demand that conversations (if one can even call them that) about identity should be kept be as simple as possible. And yes, identity… not identities. Not plural, never plural. After years of colonial indoctrination masked as education and eurocentric views celebrated as neutrality, the overwhelming majority of MWD minds can only process and react to one identity at a time. Contrary to their own hopes and understandings, Mainstream White Dutch feminists are no exception to this rule.

The MWD feminist was outraged because a Black woman dared to tell her that Lemonade isn’t for her. A Black woman “limiting” a White woman? For MWD women who believe that the only people more important and more ‘deserving’ of agency than them are white men, those are fighting words. The stress that the MWD feminist who attacked Hélène Christelle Munganyende inflicts on herself, perfectly illustrates that for her and hers intersectionality isn’t even a consideration, let alone a praxis.
For Mediocre White Dutch folks, you are either a woman or a man. In this country where, for centuries, a proverbial 85% of all connections to non-Whiteness happened outside of The Country, “woman or man” of course means “white woman or white man”. MWD feminists appear to do a little better with regards to gender diversity but every person is White unless mentioned otherwise. Then again, it doesn’t matter if it’s mentioned because to the MWD feminist, gender is the one and only identity. It is this simplicity that demands Black women to “make up their mind” so the MWD feminist knows how to respond. Imagine having to deal with Mediocre White Dutch feminists as a Black, Muslim woman who identifies as a womanist…

When the MWD feminist urged Black women to distance themselves from Christelle, what she basically demanded was: “Pick a side! Identify yourself as a Black person or as a woman!” Because Munganyende talked about race, the MWD feminist identified her as a Black person. This “allowed” her to lash out at Helene because according to MWD people, this is how you “handle” Black people who’re making things ongezellig (uncozy) with “that divisive race talk”. In the Netherlands, people who aren’t White are demanded to be worshippers, the forever guests praising White Dutchies for saving us and/or allowing us to exist in their presence. For Mainstream White Dutch people, our gratitude is best expressed in constantly saying “Thank you!” or “I distance myself from the people in ‘my group’ who you don’t like!” and, of course, round-the-clock access to everything we are, do, say, think, see, make, etc. It’s either full access or exclusion. Exclusion of course being the ultimate rejection and the cue for exhausting rants about all sorts of “reversed oppressions”. According to the MWD feminist, Hélène Christelle Munganyende gave up on womanhood by choosing to be a Black person and therefore she deserved to be spoken to in a way that honours the world views of the MWD feminist. If it’s not about “that”, why didn’t the MWD feminist come for any of the White women who also stated that Lemonade wasn’t for them? One of the White women who confronted the MWD feminist is Marjan Boelsma who is an amazing thinker and Comrade whose contributions to the archives of Black resistance movements (specifically of the Surinamese and South African communities) are amazing. The response Boelsma got was significantly different than the rant spat at Munganyende.

LupitaNothing about the Lemonade visuals is about non-Black women but somehow the collective memo’s were only directed to White folks. Why? Because we know how the proverbial 85% of Average White people don’t just see/centre themselves in everything… they take credit for “inspiring” creations that have absolutely nothing to do with them. Vogue magazine credited Audrey Hepburn for the stunning hairdo Lupita Nyong’o rocked at the 2016 Met Gala. Nyong’o responded on Instagram to school non-Black people in general and Vogue magazine in particular about the Black women who inspired her look. Why? Because the proverbial 85% of Average White people know so very little about us that when they see a Sister’s hairdo they automatically see Audrey Hepburn, Bo Derek, Björk or Kim Kardashian.
It’s important to have Black women writing Dutch pieces about these matters because Dutch fashion magazines, history books and/or ethnographic museums hardly ever discuss the traditional styles of Black women who aren’t Afro-American. When they do, they tend to do so from the position of the colonial, eurocentric anthropologist or other spectator. For them, the way Black women in African and Caribbean countries traditionally wore and continue to wear their hair, jewellery or clothes wasn’t and isn’t beautiful (at least not the kind of beauty that isn’t rooted in obsessions with ‘strangeness’)… let alone inspirational.

LaoluThe same goes for the references to Oshun and the way Laolu Senbanjo painted the women’s faces and bodies. Who are the Mainstream White Dutch people who can talk about Oshun without cracking jokes about angry Black women and/or the spiritual practices of African and Afrodiasporic communities? Who are the MWD people who can talk about Black faces and/or bodies with white paint on them without saying something “funny” about “reverse blackface”? Or the ones who can talk about Warsan Shire’s poetry without stating how they can totally relate to her poems about belonging because one time they were on vacation/volunteering in Strangeland and at one point they just really wanted to go home?

Mainstream White Dutch people’s knowledge of the Blackity Black work that Black artists have been producing for centuries is so subpar that the work almost never gets explained through the traditions that inspired it. Or was I napping when MWD folks presented their razor sharp analyses of how Lemonade connects with the blues traditions of Black women in the Southern states of the USA, pays homage to Louisiana Creoles and the work of icons like Zora Neale Hurston or Julie Dash? Am I overlooking the stacks of essays, books, photographs and films MWD journalists and/or cultural critics are always removing from their desks before they start writing their scholarly breakdowns of how Black artists allude other Black artists in their work?

Perhaps when the Mainstream White Dutch feminist was told that Lemonade isn’t for her, what she heard was: “You can never sing any of the Lemonade songs as you’re driving to Twerk class or while you’re massaging the sore scalp between your boxer braids.” Personally, I absolutely think White people worldwide can sing along to the songs on Lemonade. Of course they can. Not every line tho’! White folks, please note that  sleeping with a Black man who has Jackson Five nostrils and let’s a you call him all kinds of N-words doesn’t mean that you should do anything more than hum Malcolm X gifand swing your arms when that line comes along. The “call me Malcolm X!” part? Also not for you. And no, we can’t entertain you during your speculations about how al-Hajj Malik al Shabazz, if he was still alive today, would encourage Black women to not put ‘so much emphasis’ on race “because Michelle Obama and Oprah prove that Black women can be anything but women still don’t get paid as much as men so the only real struggle is about patriarchy, not race.” We won’t allow you to whitewash him so you can keep his legacy from making things feel “ongezellig (uncozy)”. You can absolutely sing about “looking jealous or crazy/ jealous or crazy” or getting in formation ’cause you, too, have some coordination. By all means… sing it with your chest, adlib like you wrote it.

But for the MWD feminist who dug her claws in Lemonade, it’s not about Beyoncé. She might never buy any of the songs or get a ticket for one of the shows. She might not even have watched Kahlil Joseph’s entire masterpiece and as she’s reading this, she’s probably asking herself: “Who’s Kahlil Joseph again..?” For her, it’s about not wanting to hear a Black woman saying “No!” Time after time MWD feminists fail Black women but now that the tunes are catchy and they think success “upgrades” Black women to “normal women”, they want to talk about “inclusivity” and “rejection”? Ground rule: If you don’t stand with us, you can’t sit with us. Technology and social media are democratizing and revolutionizing both archives and current realities as well as the futures of our ideas of beauty, worth and humanity. It is that process that will make MWD feminists and their platforms that continue to cater to the illusion that White Women’s Comfort is at the centre of everybody’s concern, less and less relevant. To not, in any way, contribute to the Dutch tradition of offering the most mediocre MWD folks a stage to talk about race and racism, the feminist who attacked Hélène Christelle Munganyende will remained unnamed.

Dear Mainstream White Dutch Feminist, step down/ we don’t love you like they love you.