While blackness, as an imposed reality, that creates a certain field around the subject, has come to be acknowledged as such, little has been done to problematise intersubjective relations between black people.
I recall in one of the random conversations I had, someone saying “you will realise we are all one and we can never claim to love others and not love those that love them”. I allowed that very concise yet profound statement to digest. I then later realised how that could be read in the context of community, of the revolution. How that kind of love can manifest in a world where the existence of a healthy black love is a complete aberration.