There are few things black people agree on universally.

I have black friends who don’t and will never believe in God or heaven or hell.

But we ALL unanimously believe that there is a Wakanda. And the person who made us ALL believe in its possibilities has left us.

Weighing this loss is nothing short of a cultural mourning. Our experiences in this world were highlighted brilliantly by this brothers art. I watched Da Five Bloods and watched my fathers war experience come back alive.

That’s who Chadwick was. He gave us pain, brilliance and

Black excellence. On repeat and in overflow and in excess and on purpose and I for one couldn’t get enough.

He embodied Black Boy Joy. A joy that we all know too often gets stamped out by society and by circumstance.

He illuminated light and so the world feels darker today.

But I am praying for his perfect peace and knowing how hard he fought disease to bring us cinematic brilliance and excellence over and over in the middle of insurmountable pain gives me hope.

He was a super hero for real.

Rest King. You are now under that tree of life.

#WakandaForever