Recently, there’s been a lot of noise on social media from people in the African diaspora outside the U.S., claiming that Black Americans — descendants of the transatlantic slave trade — have no culture.

Let’s clear that up right now.

First, What Is Culture?

Culture is the shared customs, arts, music, food, language, beliefs, behaviors, and institutions that define a group of people.
It includes how you:

Express yourself

Celebrate

Worship

Dress

Speak

Survive

So let’s talk about what Black Americans — the children of the stolen, the descendants of the enslaved — have created right here on this soil.

We Are Culture

We didn’t lose our culture.
We created a new one. Under chains. Under whips. Under laws meant to break us.
And yet — we built something powerful.

🎶 Music

We gave the world:

Spirituals sung in cotton fields to communicate and survive

Blues, born from sorrow and struggle

Jazz, that American classical

Gospel, with its soul-deep power

Rock & Roll, yes — we created that too

Hip-hop, the most globally influential genre of modern times

R&B, Neo-Soul, Trap, Go-Go, Bounce, Funk — the list goes on

🍽️ Food

We built culinary traditions from scraps and made them legendary:

Soul food rooted in West African, Indigenous, and European flavors

Dishes like fried chicken, collard greens, cornbread, oxtails, gumbo, red beans and rice

Techniques like smoking, slow-cooking, deep-frying — all turned into art

🕺 Dance

Our dance styles have shaped the globe:

The Lindy Hop, Jookin, Steppin’, Krumpin’, Chicago Footwork, Breakdancing

TikTok wouldn’t exist without Black American dance influence

🎨 Art

From quilt patterns in slavery to Basquiat, Kara Walker, Jean-Michel Basquiat, Jacob Lawrence, and Kehinde Wiley, our art tells stories the world would

 

rather ignore — in color, texture, rhythm, and resistance.

🗣️ Language

Our dialects? Deeply expressive, rooted in survival, rhythm, code-switching brilliance:

AAVE (African American Vernacular English) is a linguistic system — not broken English

From “on fleek” to “woke,” we create the language the world adopts

Our storytelling tradition goes back generations — oral history preserved through griots, grandmas, barbershops, and front porches

👑 Style & Dress

From zoot suits to afros, from gold fronts to durags, from Timberlands to grills, from Sunday church hats to Black-owned streetwear — we wear who we are, with pride.

✊🏽 Faith & Survival

We created the Black Church.
We made praise into poetry.
We’ve worshipped under tents, in cotton fields, in storefronts, and mega-churches.
We shouted our way through trauma.
We sang our way through injustice.

And through all of this?
We never left.

We Didn’t Flee — We Endured

We stayed in a country that tried to erase us.

We were lynched and still stayed.

Bombed, and still stayed.

Beaten, and still stayed.

Redlined, segregated, sterilized, incarcerated, and still we stayed.

We couldn’t return to Africa — because we were stolen from multiple nations, mixed, renamed, bred, and forbidden from knowing where we came from.

But out of that forced diaspora, we became one people — with our own tribes, regions, and traditions inside the U.S.

Just Like Africa Has Tribes — So Do We

Africa is not a country. It’s a continent made up of 54 nations, over 2,000 languages, and thousands of tribal cultures. The Igbo speak differently than the Zulu. A Ghanaian will eat differently than a Somali. They don’t all worship the same, dress the same, or move the same.

Neither do we.

We got:

Louisiana Creoles

Geechee/Gullah Sea Islanders

Harlem Renaissance descendants

Chicago steppers

Atlanta trap kings

Detroit preachers

Baltimore club dancers

L.A. Crenshaw poets

Oakland revolutionaries

We are as regionally distinct as any nation in Africa.
We’re not monolithic. We’re majestic.

So Yes — Black Americans Have Culture

We don’t just have culture.
We are culture.
Our rhythm became the world’s rhythm.
Our pain became the world’s profit.
Our survival became sacred.

And no amount of distance, passport stamps, or Twitter hot takes can erase that.

If you’re African, Caribbean, or part of the broader diaspora — we’re still family.
But don’t come for us sideways.

We’re not lost.
We’re not culture-less.
We’re legacy in motion.

By Mike Hype

Born in (Timmonsville) South Carolina Michael was raised by his maternal grandmother in Brooklyn, New York. In 1988 he entered the United States Army and served 3 years. Discharged under honorable conditions Michael found himself back on the streets of Brooklyn during the height of the crack cocaine epidemic. Like many inner city youths, Michael became involved in distributing illicit drugs and was soon to find himself sentenced to 120 months inside federal prison. It is here, inside the United States Federal Penitentiary Lompoc that Michael developed his unique writing style. With a passion for film Michael narrowed his writing niche to original screenplays. Michael now resides in Henderson, Nevada with his wife Cristalle, son Michael and his daughter Marcella.

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