I actually wrote the previous article, Dreadlocks in the 1980-90s, about a year ago but my how things have changed. It's as if I've suddenly been alerted to the fact that I'm old :-) Granted I'm
only 31 but keeping up with these youngin's would bout kill someone my age.
See, I'm a 90's baby. No, I wasn't born then but it's the period in my life when I got my wings. High School, College...I learned so much about myself during that period in life and although I'm sure there are tons of lessons around the corner, it was via the music and books of that period in which I found my voice.
When Lauryn Hill and Erykah Badu emerged, it was as if women in my generation found a renewed sense of pride. I'm not saying it was lacking in prior decades (I mean who could forget the
positive hip-hop coming out of New York in the 80's...Self Destruction, you're head for self-destruction). Hmm...self destruction, maybe that's what this article will be about. I said maybe because I haven't figured out what I'm going to say or how I exactly feel at the moment.
I suppose the debate that exists within my mind, also exists within African-American culture as a whole. How do we remember our past? This entire series on the history of dreadlocks was not meant to fill your head with knowledge you may never need or use but rather to tap into that age-old adage - "If you don't know where you've been, you can't know where you're going."
We've learned that dreadlocks have spanned the globe and that they are possibly the world's...
the world's oldest hair style. When you think about it, how deep is that? We've learned that dreadlocks existed during Biblical times, that they represented in ancient statues throughout Egypt and India, that Celtic warriors adorned them, that they were worn by people of varing religions, cultures, societies and races and finally that they were subjugated, mocked and degraded by a racist, political elite in Jamaica that changed the world's view of this hair style.
The history of dreadlocks is deep and it was that history that inspired me to go natural and eventually grow dreadlocks. I wonder if today's youth feel the same way?

The sad reality is that African-American culture is at another pivotal point in history. In about a week this nation may elect its first Black president. And had he not been running, it could've elected it's first woman...Hillary Clinton. How can we argue that their is discrimination in the face of this undeniable reality...things have changed. But my question is, are we any better?
I love seeing Black folk with dreadlocks and natural hair. It's truly inspiring. But when someone sits down in my chair and I have to dawn a set of gloves and alcohol wipes (for the gloves!) or when I see a stylist doing or putting something absolutely horrendous on a client's hair, I'm troubled. What's the point in moving forward it if
that's going to be the end result?
I long for the days when dreadlocks were reserved for a select few. Back then being a part of the dreadlocks and natural black hair culture meant that you had developed a sense of worth and being that resulted in a big "fuck you to the establishment." Back then, folks would light up whenever they passed another natural or dread on the street. Back then, it was rare. But now...
Did I miss something or is one required to wear dreadlocks in the rap industry? Did I miss something or are a lot of young guys under the mistaken impression that in order to have dreadlocks that you have to be filthy in terms of their care? You see, I don't want to be associated with this new generation of lockers. True, not all new lockers are bad but far too many miss the point. Unlike India Arie, I am my hair.
I am not only my hair, I am the color of my skin, I am my gender, I am the city I grew up in, I am my weight, I am all the things that make me, me. I don't hold any more or less pride as a result of my dreadlocks and no, I do not long for the day when they become "just a hair style."
The reality is, are we people or are we Black people? You see, it means something to be Black. It means a history that is marked with degredation, subjugation, humiliation, protestation, organization...all the "tion's" you can thing of. I don't want to assimilate. Where we're already like the millions of white Americans who are a melange of this culture or that, where we have difficulty tracing our geneology before the 1900's, there was one thing we could rest assured of, we are Niggers, we are Colored, we are Negro, we Afro-American, we are Black, we are African-American. Each of those terms mean something. Being Black means something. And folks, dreadlocks means something.
I hope that you know their history...I hope that you know the history of natural Black hair, not to turn you into a pro-Black radical but rather to instill within yourself a bit knowledge that used to be reserved for the precious few. Our history makes us unique. It's as if a gift, sometimes a really screwed up gift, but a gift nonetheless has been passed down through generations, across oceans and time. These beautiful gifts make us who we are and we should appreciate them and celebrate them in ways that don't minimize their importance, their impact or their beauty.
Yeah, I'm getting preachy but it's hard to be dispassionate when I'm talking about dreadlocks...when I'm talking about me.