Could You Be Any Blacker?

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So before you ask, no this is not a sequel to You’re Already Black Enough. Thank Goodness!

This is about being comfortable enough in my Blackness that I wear it, literally. 


So I posted this picture and one of my dearest friends texted me with a screenshot of my IG post and jokingly asked “Could you be any Blacker 😂😏” 

The evidence of the abundant presence of melanin, that fro, those earrings and my sweatshirt reppin my and my ancestors’ home determines that I can’t. 

Tenor: Sigh GIF

I probably can as I’m learning to unabashedly express my identity through my attire even though it’s uncomfortable even around Black people because white supremacy messes with all of us, but anyway…

I’m grateful that I came across Chocolate Ancestor, LLC on Instagram because their selection of witty quote, look dope, stay woke apparel has this Black Millennial in online shopping heaven!

Soooooo many selections to choose from and they have baby stuff too! 

After I made my selection,I chose my size and it came in the mail a few days later. 

To my pleasant plus sized surprise, the sweatshirt is true to advertised size and it feels so good! They start at $28.50 and if you use this link, Money Off, you’ll get a discount off your first purchase! 

Here’s another little sneak peek at some of their products.

Go check them out, #OhCAE?!

P.S. The “I Rock Dope Hair” Earrings can be bought here at Naturally Flyy Detroit

You’re Already Black Enough 

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Two years ago, I went on a prilgramage through Israel. I walked on land I’ve read about all my life. I stood in places that I had only imagined. I was baptized in the Jordan, took a boat ride on the Sea of Galilee while listening to “How Great Is Our God” and I swam in the Dead Sea. The entire experience was life altering. Some memories are recorded here on my blog, some are pictured on Facebook, but there’s one I haven’t wanted to share until now. 

Picture it Israel 2015…

It was around 75 degrees outside and kinda cloudy so not exactly why I’d consider swimming weather, but I definitely didn’t want to come all the way to the Dead Sea and not get in! I’m the queen of just doing stuff to say that I did it. (A blog all by itself!) 

But I didn’t wanna just do it for the fun of it. We were told that the sea is dead because it’s so salty that it kills any species of animal that tries to live in it. It also has so many minerals in the thick clay textured mud at the bottom of the sea that acts as an exfoliant. 

So here I am swimming and playing in the sea just enjoying my life. 

And I noticed that people are putting the mud on their bodies. They have it on their arms, legs and faces. I hear them talking about how good it feels! So naturally, I have to join in. I’m not gonna miss an experience! (Especially since I’d already had a great olive scrub facial days before.) 

So I joined in the fun! I could barely stand in the mud. It was so thick and sticky, but each scoop felt amazing in my hands and I loved how it felt on my skin. I knew I looked as hilarious and childlike as everyone else so I had a friend snap a pic. 


I got back in the water and that’s when he said it. “Claricha, you don’t need that. You’re already Black enough.”


(I wish this guy was Black, btw.)

I didn’t even know how to respond to that. I didn’t even know if it was really happening. Before I could gather my spinning thoughts of “Did he just say?” “Lord, I know You don’t want me to go off in the middle of the Dead Sea!” “He really said that to me? To me?!” he had gleefully swam away. 

That night I sought counsel from a female Black pastor who I’d bonded with on the trip. She helped me come up with a script so that I could address the statement and the next morning I delivered. 

But here I am two years later, to the day, still stunned by how easily those words flowed from his mouth and how LEGITIMATELY shocked he was by my offense to the statement. He had no idea it sounded racist until I told him. 

As a young person, I know how to relate to seasoned people. As a woman, I know how to be successful in a man’s world. As a Black person, I know how to live in a Whitewashed culture.

The opposite is rarely true. Privileged people are privileged because they have the luxury of living life without ever considering  how their words and actions could be perceived by people in other groups. 

This is just another example of why it’s sometimes a hard choice live life as a Black Christian. Church culture and Christianity don’t shield us from the unintentional and intentional traumatic Anti-Black or racist acts/words. 

OhCAE… I’m done.