Dear Unborn Son,
To many it may seem as though you live in a perfect world. It is warm, it is comforting, blissful, you receive your nourishment through your mother, you dance to your mothers voice and singing, you have no worries and it is all that you know. You came from something so microscopic and have grown in to something so mighty and full of potential.
We, on the other hand (it may seem, at least), live in a world that is not so comforting. Humans are destroying our precious resources. The very computer that I am using as an instrument to pen this letter to you is powered by a battery which requires electricity to store energy which is a secondary energy source, meaning it is generated from the conversion of primary sources of energy such as fossil fuels (coal, natural gas and oil) and nuclear power. We are savages at times. Some of our most downtrodden even take the lives of others weather as a result of ill will, accident or as a ramification of the shackles of institutional oppression.
I am African American, or, more archaically, Black - or even more so, Negro or even the worst of all, "Nigger" (a word I despise and refrain from using). Your amazing mother is White. When you are born you will be called many things and many of them will not make much sense. If your complexion is light, you may be seen as "white". If you are dark enough you may be called "Black" or "African American". You may also be referred to as "Mixed" or "Half" or even "Negro" or "Nigger". It is very important that you live beyond the confines of these labels. Your mother and I will do our very, very best to ensure that you are given every opportunity to be the best that you can possibly be -- regardless of what people say you are or think you are.
The outside world is not all bad. In fact, it is an amazing place that we are especially blessed to be a part of. I want to make it very clear that this letter was written with the intent to illuminate the tacit beauties in our everyday existence postpartum. One of those beauties is a thing called Music. I am a "musician" so it is only of proper course for me to speak on it thoroughly. Music is a language that is channelled through people like me, musicians. It is our connection to our universe which was birthed out of beautiful chaos and permitted our existence. Some will call what I just described God. Like the many labels humans will have for you, my beautiful son, they too have for "God". It is your path and your destiny to seek the ultimate truth in every way possible. These truths will create synergies which will naturally become harmonious. Some of our greatest minds were musicians in their own right for they channelled intellectual harmony.
The word "music" comes from the the greek word "musa" or "muse" which means "to become absorbed with thought". You must become absorbed with thought but do not let it absorb you - be active. You must embrace the reality that you are a vessel for energy that will and must flow through you physically and mentally. In your own way, you must be a musician. You don't have to play an instrument to do that. You can be so by seeking understanding, extracting knowledge from everywhere, becoming one with nature, loving deeply and passionately, never suppressing your curiosity and by using your imagination to manifest the creativity that you have been blessed with to uplift our world.
Because you are just as much the descendants of the oppressed and the oppressor you have an amazing opportunity to bridge our world's greatest divides. Like those of legend, activist, intellectual and "musical" prestige of "mixed blood" before you such as Frederick Douglass, Booker T. Washington, Alexander Dumas, just to name a few that appear at the top of the list of "African American" achievement, you must enable your muse to make this world a better place.
It is a very large responsibility and one that I am saddened to have to burden you with, but it is one that will give you great joy. All you have to be is be you. Our greatest gift to our world is being our best us. Do not give in to the temptation of submitting to the parameters of social constructs. You are to be like water, formless yet powerful. I may not be there when you arrive just as your grandfather may not be there when my full potential has come to fruition but that is alright. We must create a lasting legacy that touches the spirits and hearts and souls of those for many generations to come.
We are all connected, all of us, everything. Do not be ashamed of who you are as someone of African as well as European descent. Although there are many great and shameful things that separate us because of our actions as human beings, we are at our core simply that -- human. Even more fundamentally, we are multicellular organisms composed of many trillions of cells grouped into specialized tissues and organs. The things that separate us are created by our minds. Our minds are all we have. There is no light, there is no time, there is no color without the mind. It is the worlds greatest tool. It is a large reason why it will take you nine months to be ready to exit your mothers womb. It is your mind that will make our social world a more perfect one.
Your mother is due any day now. She nor I got much sleep last night because you seem to be a very active fellow. That's okay! We look forward to meeting you and guiding you to be the best you you can be.
Your Father, Kemet Coleman