By Maulana Karenga
June 22nd, 2009
[On Father's Day]
In the Sixties, we sat around tables talking about new times and the
new world we were struggling to bring into being.
We were men with a sacred and consuming missionliberation and a
higher level of human life. We had expected beautiful new beginnings
and powerful ways to assert ourselves in the world.
As Black men in motion, speaking a clear and cleansing truth to power
and the people, and organizing and mobilizing our people for
liberation. We had imagined a revolution, not only in society but in
our own lives and in the way we understood and asserted ourselves in
the community, society and the world.
Our women were there struggling as much and as ever beside us,
although we know now we did not always give them the recognition and
respect they deserved. We had mostly imagined that we would change
all this after liberation. We had not fully realized we had to build
relations and engage in practices that prefigure and make possible
the good world we were struggling for.
It was a mistake that we would deeply regret and correct afterwards.
Still, in spite of this and other mistakes of various kinds, we
pushed forward, forging our identity and destiny in relentless
opposition to the established order.
But then something happened to us and our people.
The revolutionary struggle began to unravel; groups were dismantled
prematurely and began to disappear; families fragmented; police and
FBI suppression increased and proved to be disruptive, divisive and
deadly; and the stress of it all broke the brittle and drove the
frightened and less committed down various avenues of escape. And
many Black men went missing, AWOL, absent without leave from both the
battlefront and the homefront.
Steadily, many started leaving home and hangin' out with the homies,
droppin' out and dopin' up in dirty places, gangbanging, being locked
down and let out on a short leash called probation or parole,
bringing home a hidden history called down low, and trying to recover
and rebuild unraveled relations and a new life in the midst of thick
uncertainty and thin opportunity.
And then there were those who were left behind without fathers or
mentors and who made up their life
as they went along. Now they and many among us, fear growing up and
and thus play the role of perpetual teenagers, revering rap
subculture as a mini-religion, and steadily learning and living the
loose and lumpen life and lyrics it encourages.
And so now, we are too often reduced to talking about lost lives,
dried-up dreams, ruined relations, fractured families, deadly
diseases running rampant, low or absent educational achievement,
unemployment, self-destructiveness, and underground predatory
practices that disrupt and damage the community and deal death every day.
Yet, somehow we must as Black men, stand up, step forward and with our women,
rebuild our lives, families and community, and continue the
liberation struggle so
many of us walked or were carried away from under various conditions.
To do this, we must first know and respect the meaning of manhood and
see it as a
self-conscious personal and social achievement and practice. This means moving
beyond the simple biological fact of maleness and increased age and
engaging in a
process of bringing ourselves into being in the most culturally and
This is the meaning of the teachings of the Odu Ifa (245:1) which
says "If we are given birth we must bring ourselves into being
again." It, then, is not enough to be male; we must make ourselves
into men, and having achieved the status, sustain
and constantly refine the idea and the practice. This is why the ancestors
established rites of passage (majando) for men as well as women, to begin at an
early age to teach us how to become and be African men and women in
the world. For
we are males by birth, but we must learn and struggle to be men,
men in a European-dominated context.
Regardless of what they and others say about us, we must define ourselves, name
ourselves, create for ourselves, speak for ourselves and carve out of
this hard rock
we call reality a place for us and our loved ones to stand in and
flourish. And we
cannot do this if we define ourselves as "n-'s", name ourselves dogs,
harm and havoc, speak the vulgar and vicious language and lyrics of our own
degradation and instead of making new and life-enhancing places, mindlessly
participate in practices which destroy us, damage our people and delight our
Next, if we are to heal ourselves and repair the world, we must do it
with our women. We must take our stand here on the awesome and
indispensable need of
quality relationships between man and woman whatever other
relationships we might
treasure or find attractive. Our partnership in life, love and struggle is as
necessary as sunlight, as indispensable as air, and as
life-sustaining as water.
It is also as stabilizing as earth, and as life-enhancing as love and
we must find a way back home to rebuild and reinforce the family, and
forge a new
relationship with this other half which makes us whole, a relationship of
complementarity defined by equality, mutual respect, and shared
life, love and struggle.
Finally, we must heal, repair and transform ourselves in the midst of
struggle to repair and transform the world. Our health and wholeness
depends on our
taking responsibility for our own lives and breaking the hold of an
And it means living a life of service, sacrifice and struggle to build the
good world we all want and deserve. It is important here to note that
in spite of
the bleakness of the pictures painted, there still remains a majority
of Black men
who have weight and worth in the world. And even those who have
fallen have left
traces we can follow to find and raise them.
Thus, together we must free ourselves from all things and thoughts
which enslave and
oppress us. We must build brotherhood support groups like the Senu Brotherhood
Society, mentor young boys, stop the therapeutic chest-thumping about
how bad we be,
and begin the long and difficult struggle to build a good world and
be respected as
men among men, and men among women anywhere we are in the world.
Dr. Maulana Karenga, Professor of Africana Studies, California State
Beach, Chair of The Organization Us, Creator of Kwanzaa, and author
of Kawaida and
Questions of Life and Struggle: African American, Pan-African and