Darkness Protest

A Trumped Up Views story – 7/2025

Black don’t crack but shines
Dim this little light of mine
Under a bushel

“Girl, they out there protesting again,” said Ebony.

Outside the salon a group of women marched down the street. Inside the salon a group of women watched them.

“What shit they against now?” asked Aaliyah, her hands massaging the scalp of the customer in her chair.

“The President,” said Ebony.

“Hell, there’s a lot that could be. What about him?” asked Shanice.

“Nothing specific. It’s just a protest against the President,” said Ebony.

“Well, can’t say I blame them,” said Aaliyah, “You ain’t catching me out there though”.

Shanice replied, “Me neither. That man is crazy but it ain’t like we ain’t told them that. Fuck around and find out.”

“What they think a protest is gonna do?” asked Precious.

“Nothing! Same as it always do,” replied Ebony.

“Now don’t forget. We used to protest too. Whole civil rights movement was about protesting. We still protest too,” said Deja sitting behind the cash register on the counter.

“Yeah, like them shoes every time you try stuffing your big feet in ‘em,” said Shanice laughing.

“Oh, I know you ain’t talking. That man of yours protesting every time he see you coming home with a new bag,” said Deja.

“That man of mine ain’t never protest when I put food in front of his face,” said Shanice, sucking her teeth.

“Or something else,” said Precious, smirking.

“That neither,” said Shanice, running her hand down her curves.

They all laughed. They watched as more of the protesters marched past the salon.

“Y’all ever been to a protest?” asked Precious.

“Yeah, I marched when they had the Black Life protests,” said Ebony.

“Me too,” said Shanice.

“I even went to a rally for Kandice,” said Ebony.

“You worked for the Kandice presidential campaign?” asked Aaliyah.

“Nah. I voted for her and went to her rally but I didn’t volunteer for the campaign.”

“Shame she didn’t win,” said Shanice.

“Damn shame,” said Deja, shaking her head.

“We told ‘em what was gonna happen,” said Ebony.

“Sure did,” replied Deja.

“But they weren’t gonna listen,” said Precious.

“And didn’t care,” said Aaliyah.

“The protestors or the supporters?” asked Precious.

“Both,” said Aaliyah, Ebony and Deja together.

“That’s when I said fuck it, y’all fucked around, y’all gonna find out,” said Aaliyah.

“For me it was when they didn’t elect Hickory and blamed black women,” said Deja.

“They weren’t electing that woman for anything, even they mamma’s lives. They would have been ‘Bye momma. It’s all Hickory’s fault!’,” said Ebony.

“And their mamma would have let ‘em and died with a smile on her face. They hated that woman,” said Shanice. “For me it was when they elected that man the first time.”

“That’s what I just said,” said Deja.

“Nah, not the same. I wasn’t that big a fan of Hickory. She wasn’t as bad as that man but she wasn’t the biggest fan of us either, at least in my opinion,” said Shanice, “But they let him come in there, obviously lying, proudly saying he’d shoot a motherfuka in broad daylight, grab a hoe by her pussy and dare anybody to say shit. Nah. That shit was wild. And then for them to have the church line up behind him all smiles. Awww hell nah. Then the Left was like ‘black people were voting for Don.That could have been the things that cost us.’ That right there was when I said fuck ‘em.”

“The hate is wild. They hate to see a black woman,” said Ebony.

“I don’t know if they hate us so much as we get in their way,” said Precious.

“Explain,” said Aaliyah.

“Well, think about it. Every time somebody wanta act a fool, who’s there to stop ‘em? A black woman. They want to ruin our schools, who’s stepping up? A black woman. They want to push back our votes? Who’s at the polls? A black woman. Every time they about to do some shit. Bam. They gotta get past a black woman. They don’t hate us as much as they tired of us getting in their way. In fact nobody loves a black woman more than a white man. They may not fucks with us but they fuck with us you know what I’m saying?”

“You may have a point,” said Shanice, finishing up with her client.

“They still don’t like us. Angry black woman,” said Ebony, using her fingers to do air quotes.

“Hell, nobody likes an angry black woman until they want something from us,” said Ailiyah laughing.

“Still for me it was when I saw Mexicans crying for black women to come support them because they were getting deported yet they were the very ones dancing to support him. Yup, fuck that,” said Precious.

Just then they saw a small group of stragglers walking past the salon window. They watched as they slowly walked, feet dragging.

Ebony grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the fridge and walked outside. Deja took a couple too along with Shanice. They all walked in together. Ailiyah looked at them with her arms crossed and a smirk on her face.

Ebony shrugged. “Old habits die hard. Still ain’t marching for shit.”

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