All Ah’ We is One Family
All Ah’ We is One Family Writer and Editor: Gabriell Murphy Growing up in The Bahamas, Black History Month wasn’t something we celebrated. It wasn’t a thing we grew up anticipating or talking about in school like it was ours. It always felt… American. Separate. Like something over there. But if you’re Black, regardless of your nationality — it’s your month. Not because we’re borrowing it — but because we are part of the story. Our nationality matters deeply because it’s what we have that is ours. Our flag. Our anthem. Our independence. Our dialect. Our way of seasoning food, stretching a dollar, telling a story long and sweet. That is ours. That is home. But race? Race follows you before you even speak. Before you say you’re Bahamian. Or Jamaican. Or Ghanaian. Or American. Before they hear your accent and try to place you. Before you clarify yourself, your blackness is seen first. That reality doesn’t stop at customs. It doesn’t soften because your passport is...
