Continuing in the spirit of moving energy and disrupting the heaviness in the air with the Obama’s leaving, and a new administration coming in, I am excited to post another, “how do you protect your Black Girl Magic,” response. As I shared before, I worked hard at getting intergenerational responses, and I’m overjoyed to have gotten some. So, I introduce to you Mrs. Mary E. Boria’s response. She, keeps it real, and I love her storytelling approach to the question.
“Ever had your cards read? I mean those dreaded but magic Tarot cards. Sometimes kicking and screaming but always with a shadow of curiosity I agree to take the plunge into the unknown world of my soul. One card, buried among the 10 or so is usually the one that reveals our deep deep secret. “Oh shit”, I thought, when I turned over that damn Devil card. Yep I knew it, that dreaded truth I always understood about myself. Evil, bad or sinister. Daddy always told me I was the evil child, and here it was right in front of me.
“ Oh no no no”, explained my reader, “ read Devil backwards,” she instructed me. “ LIVED, lived. Wow, it’s lived”. She explain to me how Christianity often created “reversals” as a means of controlling and suppressing ones passions or often unbridled desires of the heart.
“Wow,” I thought! “All my life, they tried to squash my Black Girl Magic.”
I’ve protected my essence by hiding behind that label. Sometimes, it shows up as a rough exterior, a bitch attitude of sorts. My Black Girl Magic shows up often in ways unknown to others: as a defender, as a vigilante, as a creator, and as one being the me they tried to destroy.”
Mary E. Boria: I am a child of the 60’s from a small Michigan town. I found my political voice when I came to Chicago in 1966. I joined the Black Panthers in 1968 and expected to be apart of the revolution. Instead, I’ve raised 3 beautiful children (and 2 step children), and now delight at being a grandmother of 9. Professionally a social worker/educator, and craftivist by vocation.