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Black Americans once loved the idea of Africa—as long as we were broken, poor, and desperate. When the media showed starving children, war-torn villages, and people begging for help, they felt a sense of purpose, superiority even. It made them feel like saviors, like they were reaching back to lift up their lost family. It fed a narrative where they were the enlightened ones, and we were the pitiful ones in need of rescuing.
But now? Now that Africa is rising—now that we’re reclaiming our cultures, building our economies, innovating in tech, fashion, music, and art—they're quiet. Or worse, they resent it. The sympathy has turned to jealousy. The unity has turned into subtle scorn. Because we no longer fit the image they loved. We no longer feed their sense of moral high ground.
They were comfortable with a powerless Africa. But a powerful, proud, self-sufficient Africa? That’s when the fake love disappears—and the hate begins to show.
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