My People, My people

When I was younger I read ( or at least started reading) Dust Tracks on the Road by Zora Neale Hurston. In it she had a chapter titled "My People, My people." Now my age is showing when I say I had never heard that phrase before, but its an older phrase. In the chapter she talks about the woes Black people face, and how saddened it makes her, well the phrase is like a " shame on you mantra." Said with exasperation and sadness over the ways and actions of Black people. I say this phrase sometimes over the foolishness that some Black people subject themselves to. I feel like the white man....sorry the media portrays a stereotype of us, and we try to fulfil it, not undermind it. "Oh my people, my people" when will we learn. When will we rise above the stature that we so " happily" live in, and somebody must be happy because unhappy people strive to become happy to become better than their circumstance.