Was I Always Black?

Most of us were taught our identity in fragments, just pieces handed to us by people who had no intention of telling us the whole story. One generation was called colored, the next Negro, then Black, African American, minority, people of color, and now Black and Brown. But none of these names came from our ancestors. Every single one was assigned. And every one of them was designed to make you forget who you actually are.

So no, you weren’t always “Black.”

Black is not a lineage.
It’s not a country.
It’s not a language, a tribe, a covenant, or a name.

It’s a label that replaced something sacred.

You were once called Judah.
A descendant of Jacob, who became Israel; the man who wrestled with Yahuah and lived. You come from a people who made covenant with the Most High, who were scattered because of disobedience, and who are now being called back not to religion, but to remembrance.

You weren’t sold into slavery because you were African.
You were taken because you were chosen.

That’s why they renamed you.
That’s why they erased your story.
That’s why they burned your cities, changed your records, and told you your history started on a boat.
Because if you knew who you were—Israel—you would return to the laws that kept your people protected.
You would return to the covenant that made you powerful.
And you would stop looking for your Blackness in the ruins of Egypt or the bloodlines of Ham.

The shift from “Hebrew” to “Black” didn’t just change your label.
It changed your destiny because it disconnected you from prophecy, from inheritance, from the very Book that was written about you.

You were always a royal priesthood.
You just didn’t know what to call yourself anymore.

So if you’ve been asking who you are, here’s the answer:
You are not lost.
You are not new.
You are not a color.

You are the remnant and the time to return has come.