As you can see, a lot of my memories of being Black are wrapped in music. But at the same time, my happiest memories are around this radio station: MAJIC 108. I remember finding this station when I was about 10, because I had finally had my own radio. That meant–for me–that I could listen to what I wanted to, and it was independent of what my parents wanted me to listen to.
It was a portion of freedom. It was a little bit of independence. And I relished it!
It was this radio station that I got to listen to Queen Latifah, Salt-N-Pepa, MC Hammer, and Yung MC, and on and on. This was the first station that I heard Nelly and the St. Lunatics on. This was the station that I got to hear the Quiet Storm on, and hear all the love song dedications. It was a station that allowed me to see my Blackness as it relates to my region–complete with slang, fashion and traditions. I remember the first 2 years of my high school at Jennings Senior High School (Oh, in St. Louis. knowing where you went to high school is a whole thing!), and the Tony Scott Morning Show!
It was this particular radio station that allowed me to let me be a little proud of where I grew up. It allowed me to know, and understand that although Black was EVERYWHERE, my kind of Blackness in St. Louis, was different than in New York, Boston, Sacramento or Atlanta. Music did that for me…does that for me, reminds me that everything I am and will become is rooted in Blackness. And that makes me–and all of you all–ever lasting.