I’m speaking from the ground. From where we breathe the struggle every day. From where Black and Brown voices get choked in systems designed to keep us begging, tired, and divided. And I’m telling you right now: with Donald Trump back in office, the stakes couldn’t be higher. This isn’t politics as usual. This is survival. This is war against the dignity of marginalized people—Black, Brown, immigrant, poor, and unapologetically human.
Let’s not sugarcoat it: Trump built a movement off of fear. Fear of Black power. Fear of Brown growth. Fear of immigrants who dare to dream. His policies, his rhetoric, his entire brand—it’s about keeping us “in our place.” And we know what that means: cages for migrant children, Muslim bans, ICE raids in our neighborhoods, police unleashed in our cities, and a Supreme Court willing to drag us back decades.
He’s not just coming for “them.” He’s coming for all of us.
Black and Brown Pain, Politicized
If you’re undocumented and trying to make a life in this country, you’re being hunted. If you’re Black and walking down the street in the “wrong” neighborhood, you’re a target. If you’re Afro-Latino, Afro-Caribbean, African-born—this country never lets you forget that you don’t belong in its vision of greatness.
Trump’s presidency fuels that violence. It doesn’t just tolerate racism—it weaponizes it. His administration turns public policy into a battlefield, where being a single Black mother, a trans Latina teenager, or an African immigrant seeking asylum becomes a risk factor, not a right.
The message is loud: “America first” really means “everybody else last.” And we feel that.
Africa and the Diaspora: It’s Time to Link Arms
We, the descendants of stolen Africans, must understand something: our power is global. The struggle doesn’t end at the American border. Our liberation is tied to our unity. From Lagos to Atlanta, from Nairobi to Detroit, from Accra to Harlem—Black people must stop seeing ourselves through the lens of nation-states that never respected us to begin with.
African Americans, we need to reconnect. Not in some shallow Pan-Africanism for likes and slogans, but in real solidarity. Economic. Cultural. Political. We need to build bridges with the continent, not walls of disinterest. Because when the Trump machine comes for us here, when the immigrant bans extend to Nigerians, Ghanaians, and Somalis, when police kill us in the streets—it affects the whole Black world.
They Want Division. Let’s Give Them Unity.
They want us infighting. African immigrants blaming African Americans for being “lazy.” African Americans calling Africans “foreigners.” Latinos forgetting their Black roots. They win when we divide.
But we are not who they say we are.
We are descendants of kings and queens, freedom fighters and dreamers. We are the ones who survived the ships, the chains, the lynchings, the bullets, the prisons. We are here because our ancestors chose to live. So we could fight.
And fight we must.
The Culture Is Ours to Lead
Black culture runs the world. Hip hop, fashion, dance, slang, art, resistance—it starts with us. But culture is more than aesthetics. It’s a weapon. And if we don’t take control of it, they’ll keep selling it back to us watered down, stripped of its power.
Imagine a world where Black people own our music, our tech, our schools, our land, our food systems. Where we don’t just survive policy shifts like Trump’s, we crush them. That starts with unifying across oceans, class lines, and languages.
Final Word: The Time Is Now
To every Black and Brown soul reading this: don’t wait for the system to save us. It was never built for us.
Trump’s presidency is a warning. A flashpoint. A moment we either answer with fear or with fire.
So here’s my call: African Americans, reach out to your cousins on the continent. African immigrants, stand shoulder to shoulder with your brothers and sisters born here. Latinos, Indigenous folks, Asians, marginalized whites—let’s all build that global people’s coalition rooted in justice.
They want us gone.
Let’s show them we’re just getting started.
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