Why I Will Not Shrink for White Liberals or Black Liberals Who Want to Think for Me

Every time I open my mouth as a Black conservative woman, somebody thinks they need to correct me. And let me be clear about something from the jump. Nine times out of ten, the ones trying to “educate” me, shame me, or drag me back into the mental basement are White liberals and Black liberals who have bought into the same script written for them by the Democratic Party.

And here is what people do not want to talk about.

White liberals love to act like they are the referees of Black thought. They want to decide which Black voice is authentic and which one needs “saving.” They show up with their savior complex, convinced I need them to explain my experience to me. They think my beliefs, my convictions, and my political stance must have been handed to me by a White conservative puppet master. Meanwhile they are the ones being spoon fed by mainstream media, hollywierd, the education system, and the politicians on the left telling them what to think about Black people every single day.

And yes, I have had Black liberals come at me too. But overwhelmingly, the racism I have personally experienced throughout my life came from White liberals. In boardrooms. In leadership roles. In committee meetings. In classrooms. The ones who smiled while saying, “You’re one of the good ones.” The ones who told me, “You are not like the others.” The ones who said, “We do not expect people like you to be able to do that.” The ones who insisted that getting an ID or a driver’s license is too hard for Black people, but not for them or their children.

That is racism. Do not sugarcoat it. Do not spiritualize it. Do not dress it up in “progressive language.” It is the same mindset from the plantation, wrapped in a softer tone and marketed as compassion.

Today they are not whipping our backs. They are whipping our minds.

And here is where I need you to think.

During slavery, White liberals controlled Black people through physical force. Today the Democratic Party tries to control us through dependency. They are not selling our children to different plantations anymore, but they are still destroying our families by encouraging a lifestyle that weakens our structure from the inside out. Many having a bunch of babies by many different men. This destroys the Black family structure. They are still lowering the bar, still pushing a curriculum in predominantly Black communities that keeps our children academically behind. They are still normalizing behavior they would never tolerate in their own neighborhoods or from their own children.

They keep pushing this lie that all Black women should care about is being sexy. They act like spirituality is outdated, that being the woman of the house is old fashioned, that marriage is oppression, and motherhood is settling. They want Black women loud, exposed, sexualized, and disconnected from everything that once made us powerful. Because a grounded Black woman is harder to control than a distracted one. A spiritually anchored Black woman will not bow to anyone’s narrative. A Black woman who knows her worth in God cannot be manipulated. They do not want that. They want the version of us they can manage. But a woman who honors her home, her purpose, and her God is unstoppable.

There is no difference in the mindset. Only the method.

So, ask yourself why they work so hard to keep the bar low for us. Why do they celebrate struggle for us but excellence for themselves. Why do they fight so aggressively to maintain the idea that we are incapable unless they step in.

And while we are asking the hard questions, let us ask this one too.

Why were we the only enslaved people in world history who were forbidden to keep our original culture?

Every other enslaved group throughout history kept their identity. Their language. Their names. Their customs. Their spiritual heritage. Their food. Their family lineage.

We are the only people whose culture was systematically erased. That should tell you something. That should make a light come on in your spirit.

Why was it so important to stop us from knowing who we were before slavery?

What were they afraid of?

Because here is the truth that the Democratic Party does not want you to uncover.

We were powerful before the ships. We were brilliant before the chains. We were builders, thinkers, warriors, inventors, scholars, farmers, navigators, mathematicians, spiritual leaders, and architects before anyone ever laid eyes on us. That was who we were in Alkebulan, the original name for the land today called Africa, the cradle of civilization.

And that greatness was not only across the ocean. Many of our ancestors were already here, long before colonization and long before slavery began. That is part of the truth they do not want you to find. Because once you know that not all Black Americans came here chained in the bottom of ships, and that some were already on this land with skills, culture, and civilization, the whole story changes, and you start to wonder, what else did they lie about.

The Democratic Party cannot survive if Black people wake up to who we really are. They need the victim narrative. They need the dependency. They need the power. They need the bar low, so we never look up. They need us stuck on the hamster wheel they built. Because if we ever rise to our original identity, we would leave their plantation of thought overnight, and slavery would truly be over.

And here is what Black people MUST take accountability for.

We got comfortable. We accepted the handouts. We accepted the lowered expectations. We accepted their version of who we are. We let them dictate our worth, our struggle, our future, and our place in this country.

And we forgot that our greatness existed before slavery, before politics, before the Democratic Party existed, before America even became a nation.

So let me say this clearly.

Stop letting people who do not know your history tell you how to think.
Stop letting the same people who rewrote your history tell you how to think.
Stop letting people who do not want the truth dictate what truth is.
Stop letting people who fear your awakening convince you to avoid researching the real history.

Because once you see the truth, you cannot unsee it.
Once you know the fullness of our history, you cannot stay in the box they built for you.
Once you understand the power in your lineage, you cannot remain dependent on people who benefit from your dependency.

Once you know your true identity, you stop shrinking to fit the expectations of people who do not even know their own identity. You stop letting politics define your worth. You stop lowering yourself to meet the limits someone else placed on you. You stop apologizing for thinking freely. You stop bowing to narratives built to keep you dependent. You stop being afraid of rejection from people who were never rooting for you anyway.

And let me make this clear for everyone reading.

For ALL my brothers and sisters out there regardless of race, Black, White, Hispanic, Asian, Native, and everyone in between. You are not who the Democratic Party says you are. You are not the stereotype they push. You are not the limitations they place on you. You are not the narrative they need you to play out so they can continue to feel superior, powerful, and morally elevated at your expense.

You have a God given identity. You have a God given mind. You have a God given purpose.

And if you do not take the time to research your true history, someone else will hand you a counterfeit version and expect you to live by it.

I am a Christian Black Conservative woman and I am unbothered.
Not because everybody agrees with me.
Not because I expect them to.
But because I refuse to be mentally enslaved by a party that needs me to stay dependent, resentful, uninformed, and small.

I said what I said.
And I will keep saying it until we stop living under a story that was never ours to begin with.

Western Bible: King Josiah, 2 Kings Chapters 22 and 23
The people had forgotten who they were. They were living under a story that was not theirs anymore. Their identity had been rewritten. Their faith was mixed with lies. Their history had been hidden. Their truth was buried. Then Josiah found the Book of the Law and said, we will no longer live by someone else’s version of us. He tore down false altars. He restored truth. He restored identity. He restored the foundation that had been lost. He did not shrink back. He rose up.

Ethiopian Canon: Book of Jubilees, Chapters 10 through 15
God reminds the descendants of Abraham who they are, where they came from, and what covenant runs through their bloodline. God brings them back to their roots. He restores what was forgotten. He reclaims what they did not even realize had been lost. That message speaks today. God is calling us to rediscover the truth beneath the lies.

I refuse to be small.
And I refuse to let anyone else shrink me.
Not White liberals.
Not Black liberals.
Not anyone who thinks they get to think for me.