Inaugural poet Amanda Gorman has revealed she was followed home by a security guard who claimed she looked ‘suspicious’ as she said ‘this is the reality of black girls’.
Gorman, who became a household name following her moving reading of her poem ‘The Hill We Climb’ at Joe Biden‘s inauguration, opened up about the recent experience where she was racially profiled near her home in Los Angeles.
The 22-year-old tweeted Friday that she had to prove to a security guard that she lived in her apartment complex by showing him her keys and buzzing herself in, as she added ‘one day you’re called an icon, the next day, a threat.’
In a follow-up tweet, the Harvard graduate then fired back that she is ‘a threat’ – but to ‘injustice, to inequality, to ignorance’.
Inaugural poet Amanda Gorman (pictured at Biden’s inauguration) has revealed she was followed home by a security guard who claimed she looked ‘suspicious’ as she said ‘this is the reality of black girls’
‘A security guard tailed me on my walk home tonight. He demanded if I lived there because ‘you look suspicious,” she tweeted.
‘I showed my keys & buzzed myself into my building.’
Gorman said the guard finally left but offered ‘no apology’ for his accusatory behavior.
She said the incident was indicative of the racial issues impacting people of color across America.
‘This is the reality of black girls: One day you’re called an icon, the next day, a threat,’ she wrote – referencing the praise heaped on her following her viral performance at the inauguration versus the reality of living as a black woman.
Gorman then added in another tweet that the guard was ‘right’ to feel she was a ‘threat’ because ‘anyone who speaks the truth’ is a ‘danger to the powers that be.’
‘In a sense, he was right. I AM A THREAT: a threat to injustice, to inequality, to ignorance,’ she tweeted.
‘Anyone who speaks the truth and walks with hope is an obvious and fatal danger to the powers that be.’
The 22-year-old tweeted Friday how she had to prove to a guard that she lived in her apartment complex saying ‘one day you’re called an icon, the next day, a threat’
In a follow-up tweet, the Harvard graduate then fired back that she is ‘a threat’ – but to ‘injustice, to inequality, to ignorance’
She also shared one of her own tweets from February 14 where she had blasted the ‘contradictory society’ for celebrating her literary achievements while other black people continue to face systemic police brutality.
‘We live in a contradictory society that can celebrate a black girl poet & also pepper spray a 9 yr old,’ she wrote.
‘Yes see me, but also see all other black girls who’ve been made invisible. I can not, will not, rise alone.’
Gorman was referring to a Washington Post article which said black girls and women were not being treated the same as Gorman.
‘People are just so blown away by her performance and the way in which she was able to capture the complexity of the American story on that huge platform,’ writer Salamishah Tillet said, pointing to the shocking footage that surfaced of a 9-year-old black girl being pepper sprayed by cops in Rochester, New York, as she begged ‘please don’t do this to me’ and ‘it burns’.
Since the inauguration, she has performed at the Super Bowl in February (pictured) and was signed by IMG Models, which represents supermodels including Joan Smalls
Amanda Gorman, 22, made history as the youngest inaugural poet in US history with her reading of her moving poem ‘The Hill We Climb’ at Joe Biden’s swearing-in ceremony
‘There’s a way in which the celebration of Amanda Gorman, from many people in America, it doesn’t translate into the recognition or the seeing or the acknowledging of everyday black girls.
‘They’re like completely different universes,’ Tillet wrote.
Gorman made history as the youngest inaugural poet in US history with her reading of the moving poem ‘The Hill We Climb’ at Joe Biden‘s swearing-in ceremony.
In the poem, Gorman spoke of her own background as a ‘skinny black girl, descended from slaves and raised by a single mother’ as she called for unity.
She also spoke of the need to ‘forge a union with purpose, to compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and conditions of man’.
In the powerful piece she called for unity and strength, especially in the wake of the January 6 Capitol riot just days earlier, saying: ‘But while democracy can be periodically delayed, it can never be permanently defeated.’
‘So let us leave behind a country better than one we were left with,’ she recited.
Her emotive reading stole the show that day, going viral on social media.
Since then, she has performed at the Super Bowl in February and was signed by IMG Models, which represents supermodels including Joan Smalls.
Amanda Gorman’s Inaugural Poem ‘The Hill We Climb’ in full
Mr. President, Dr. Biden, Madam Vice President, Mr. Emhoff, Americans and the world, when day comes, we ask ourselves where can we find light in this never-ending shade? The loss we carry, a sea we must wade. We braved the belly of the beast.
We’ve learned that quiet isn’t always peace, and the norms and notions of what just is, isn’t always justice. And yet the dawn is hours before we knew it, somehow we do it, somehow we’ve weathered and witnessed a nation that isn’t broken but simply unfinished.
We, the successors of a country and a time, where a skinny Black girl descended from slaves and raised by a single mother can dream of becoming president, only to find herself reciting for one.
And yes, we are far from polished, far from pristine, but that doesn’t mean we are striving to form a union that is perfect. We are striving to forge our union with purpose, to compose a country committed to all cultures, colors, characters and conditions of man. And so we lift our gazes not to what stands between us but what stands before us. We close the divide, because we know to put our future first, we must first put our differences aside.
We lay down our arms so we can reach out our arms to one another. We seek harm to none and harmony for all. Let the globe, if nothing else, say this is true, that even as we grieved, we grew. That even as we hurt, we hoped.
That even as we tired, we tried. That we’ll forever be tied together, victorious, not because we will never again know defeat, but because we will never again sow division.
Scripture tells us to envision that everyone shall sit under their own vine and fig tree, and no one shall make them afraid.
If we’re to live up to our own time, then victory won’t lighten the blade, but in all the bridges we’ve made, that is the promise to glade, the hill we climb if only we dare, it’s because being American is more than a pride we inherit. It’s the past we stepped into and how we repair it.
We’ve seen a force that would shatter our nation rather than share it, would destroy our country if it meant delaying democracy.
And this effort very nearly succeeded. But while democracy can be periodically delayed, it can never be permanently defeated. In this truth, in this faith, we trust. For while we have our eyes on the future, history has its eyes on us.
This is the era of just redemption. We feared at its inception. We did not feel prepared to be the heirs of such a terrifying hour, but within it we found the power to author a new chapter, to offer hope and laughter to ourselves.
So, while once we asked, ‘how could we possibly prevail over catastrophe?’, now we assert, ‘how could catastrophe possibly prevail over us?’ We will not march back to what was, but move to what shall be, a country that is bruised but whole, benevolent but bold, fierce and free. We will not be turned around or interrupted by intimidation.
Because we know our inaction and inertia will be the inheritance of the next generation. Our blunders become their burdens. But one thing is certain. If we merge mercy with might and might with right, then love becomes our legacy, and change, our children’s birth right.
So let us leave behind a country better than one we were left with, every breath from my bronze-pounded chest, we will raise this wounded world into a wondrous one. We will rise through the gold-limbed hills of the west, we will rise from the windswept northeast where our forefathers first realized revolution. We will rise from the lake-rimmed cities of the Midwestern states. We will rise from the sun-baked South.
We will rebuild, reconcile, and recover, in every known nook of our nation, in every corner called our country, our people diverse and beautiful, will emerge battered and beautiful. When day comes, we step out of the shade, aflame and unafraid.
The new dawn blooms as we free it for there is always light if only we’re brave enough to see it, if only we’re brave enough to be it.
Source: Daily Mail |World News