Black media identity: Afrique women in the hidden but open allies of Paris, France

All of my life they told me: Before being black you are American.

I have another lens now, I have come to learn that there is another school of thought: Before being anything we are seeds of woman of color. Before being of any race we are nurtured human seeds. Some seeds in the belly of the invisible Afrique women hidden, but in the open allies of Chateau Rouge. Some seeds in the belly of the self identified African American woman. Some sit deep in the wounds of the wounded women of disasters. What is it to say that the black woman anywhere in the world is visible or invisible. It is to know that she is present, she can emerge and create a new garden of sprouting seeds, from invisible to visible seeds of greatness. Many remain true to culture, traditions, differences in dialogue and dialect.

Through my lens, I am a women of color, helping to grow the generations in which all of our ancestors fought just to survive. I heard them speak through the embedded culture. I saw culture staring back at me. I was art looking at art. A piece of art once played diverted and angelic tunes in the ears of the mass for two hours on the other side of Paris.

The real French way would resembles a 15 year old Tennessee girl sitting at the public piano in the Paris airport. There you would find a moment of true colorblindness on both sides. I captured a colorblind Paris in Black and White.

Pretty Pictures

I don’t just take pretty pictures,

I put the story on pause,

A temporary stop,

In a chaotic world,

To be mindful of why I am advocating for the poor, the invisible, the visible and resilient women of color all over the world.

To aw myself, to become empowered to speak through my lens as a social worker and place my feet on the soil of their resilience.

I am also capturing the transformation of this generation’s, young, brave, cultural, courageous, and gifted young people.

Enchante’ Malakie