I can’t speak for everyone, of course. But what if “I’m not one of them” was the message, but envy — no devaluation — was the intent? I went to an HBCU. When I heard Africans, I felt like somewhere where you came from is a home I’ll never know. We are orphans, you know — American Blacks. We have no motherland. Our fatherland is resentful we’re still here since they can no longer own us.

It’s not all bad. We have no limits. We are what we say we are, because we have decided and we’re not asking. There is a kinship there, yes.

But we still miss our Mother, and you were raised in her embrace.