I posted a while back that I would be included in an anthology titled, Still Rising. With the issues of Black Lives reappearing as topic of conversation and the injustices faced through racism, it was only right that as an author, a story is told to highlight these conversations. Before agreeing to participate in this particular anthology, the old folktale about Goldilocks and the Three Bears, illustrates the reality that black people often face in America. Goldilocks, the privileged blonde hair beauty found herself lost in the woods, where she eventually discovered the home that (unbeknownst to her) belonged to three Bears (later to be identified as Mama Bear, Papa Bear and Baby Bear). Hungry and exhausted, she let herself into the home where she ate their food and eventually fell asleep in one of the beds. Not only is this a form of trespassing, and breaking and entering, but a reflection of "white entitlement" that is often found during those times of white people seating in spaces that are not designed for them.
That's racist and promotes segregation!
This country was founded for the benefit of white men and women. Laws, employment opportunities, education, and even the standard of beauty has always been toward the upliftment and empowerment of white supremacy. I could go on and on; but spaces that are created specifically for black people to find comfort, acceptance, empowerment, education even, are far too often infiltrated by indignant people of non-color who feel that it is necessary to push for equality (when it benefits them) but not when it comes to total acceptance of all persons regardless of race, nationality, creed, etc...
Although, times have changed, gone are the days of the Willie Lynch Letters; Jim Crow laws; and public lynching's, why are black voices still being snuffed out? Why is it ok for the police to be called when there is a group of black people celebrating and loving life in a public space (*cough, cough* like a park) or for a man to clearly yell out "I can't breathe" and still die in the hands of law enforcement or for a man who is going for a jog (minding his own business) and gets chased down by racist pricks and shot? Or, what about the young innocent black man that was killed "by mistake" (eye roll) in his own apartment by (white) female cop?
Yes, I am a little angry as I write this.
But going back to my original point, the story of Goldilocks and the Three Bears has quite a few parallels to life as a Black person here in the U.S.. But rather than rewrite the tale Goldilocks and the Three Bears, I decided to use werewolves (Goldilocks and the Three Weres').