Lindsey on Lemonade

It’s been an emotional six days. I said I wouldn’t read anything on Lemonade until I was ready to leave the Purple Lemonade vortex. I just don’t trust enough of you to love black women enough to capture what this album (visual and audio) means to the black women in your life. I don’t trust enough of you to be accountable to the Kitchen Table. I don’t trust enough of you not to break my heart.

But I trust Wifey. And that trust has never been misplaced. Thank you for writing this sister and collaborator Treva B Lindsey. Sharp, sweet and icy cold like the best of our tears and our fears and our loves:

“Lemonade helped me grieve and cry for Nana, and all of my grandmothers, in a way I had not until then. While the more racy and provocative songs and images about infidelity (whether they were autobiographical or not) became the focus of many folks responding in real-time, I was more struck by the film’s depiction of black women communing. Lemonade wasn’t just a visual album about cheating; it was a visual album about the power of black women’s kinship across generations. It shows our communal spaces as healing, loving, and necessary. If I was crying for my grandmother, it wasn’t only because I missed our bond — it was because I was witnessing that bond being celebrated in pop culture.”

Read it all: Beyoncé’s Lemonade Is About Black Sisterhood Essay

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