By: Natisha S. Jordan aka Benu Ma’at

I did not choose to study Black historical and cultural continuity from a distance. I came to it the way most people come to the questions that shape their lives: through necessity. Through something that could not be ignored.
My research centers on how Black histories were severed – how knowledge, lineage, and cultural inheritance were taken apart, misattributed, and in many cases erased entirely. I study the mechanics of that process and, more importantly, the tradition of scholars and communities who refused to accept erasure as the final word. That refusal – the insistence on reclamation – is at the heart of everything I do.
What I did not fully anticipate was how closely that intellectual framework would mirror my own life. I am not just studying reclamation. I am living it.
The Research and What It Actually Asks of You
There is a version of academic work that remains safely at arm’s length. You study the subject. You analyze it. You produce findings.
This is not that kind of work.
Studying Black historical continuity means sitting with rupture – understanding how deliberately it was constructed, how methodically it was maintained, and how much was lost when entire peoples were severed from their names, their languages, their lineages, and their ways of knowing. The archive is not neutral. Silence in the record is not accidental. Who gets credited for what, whose contributions are absorbed and reattributed, whose story gets told in whose voice – these are not incidental details. They are the structure.
To study that structure seriously is to understand that the same dynamics do not stay in the past. Erasure is not only something that happened to enslaved Africans centuries ago. It is a logic. And once you learn to recognize it, you start to see it operating in far more proximate places.
You start to see it in your own life.
Reclaiming My Own History
At the same time I have been doing this research, I have been in the middle of reclaiming something far closer to home.
There are things that have been said about me that are not true. Actions taken without my knowledge, without my consent, and without any regard for what I would say if I were asked – which I was not. A narrative about who I am was put into circulation that I had no hand in writing and no opportunity to contest before it spread.
I will not pretend that has been easy to absorb. But I will say this: nothing in my experience has clarified my research more completely.
Because what I study is exactly this. The substitution of someone else’s account for your own. The use of absence – your silence, your exclusion from the room where decisions are made – to give a fabricated version of events the appearance of truth. The way that erasure depends on the person being erased not having a platform, a record, or a voice loud enough to correct it.
I have all three. And I intend to use them.
Who I Am – On My Own Terms
I am a Black woman. IReclaiming My Own History
At the same time I have been doing this research, I have been in the middle of reclaiming something far closer to home.
There are things that have been said about me that are not true. Actions taken without my knowledge, without my consent, and without any regard for what I would say if I were asked – which I was not. A narrative about who I am was put into circulation that I had no hand in writing and no opportunity to contest before it spread.
I will not pretend that has been easy to absorb. But I will say this: nothing in my experience has clarified my research more completely.
Because what I study is exactly this. The substitution of someone else’s account for your own. The use of absence – your silence, your exclusion from the room where decisions are made – to give a fabricated version of events the appearance of truth. The way that erasure depends on the person being erased not having a platform, a record, or a voice loud enough to correct it.
I have all three. And I intend to use them.
am a mother. I am a researcher, a writer, and someone who takes seriously the responsibility of producing honest, rigorous, intellectually accountable work.
Those identities are not incidental. They are the lens through which I read history and through which I move through the world. They are also, I have learned, identities that others will sometimes attempt to define for you – in ways that serve their interests rather than the truth.
Part of what this moment has required of me is reaffirming those identities with intention. Not defensively. Not in reaction to what has been said or done. But clearly, publicly, and on my own terms.
Afrocentric scholarship taught me something critical here: the act of naming yourself – of insisting on your own account of who you are and where you come from – is not a luxury or an indulgence. It is a form of historical and personal survival. When your name, your legacy, and your character become contested terrain, the answer is not silence. The answer is a clear, documented, unambiguous record of the truth.
That is what I am building. In my research. And in my life.
What Erasure Depends On
The scholars I study understood something that I now understand from the inside: erasure is not passive. It requires effort. It requires the cooperation of institutions, the silence of bystanders, and often the active participation of people who should know better.
It also depends, most critically, on the person being erased staying quiet.
I am familiar enough with this pattern in the historical record to recognize it when it appears in my own story. And I am grounded enough in this tradition to know what the appropriate response is.
You document. You speak. You put the truth on the record and you do not apologize for doing so.
That is not bitterness. It is accountability – first to myself, then to everyone who follows this work and trusts that what I produce is honest. Clarity is not aggression. Setting the record straight is not an attack on anyone. It is simply refusing to allow a version of events that was written without your voice to stand as the definitive one.
Why This Convergence Matters
I want to be careful here, because I am not making an equivalence between the historical ruptures I study – the violence of the Middle Passage, the systematic erasure of African intellectual traditions, the generational severance of lineage – and a personal dispute. That would be a misuse of the framework.
What I am saying is that the logic is the same. The structure is recognizable. And studying that structure for years has given me tools for understanding my own situation that I would not otherwise have had.
That is what the best scholarship does. It does not just illuminate the past. It gives you a way of reading the present with more precision, more honesty, and less willingness to accept someone else’s framing when you know the account is incomplete.
My research shaped how I responded to what happened to me. And what happened to me deepened my understanding of what I research. The two are not separate. They never were.
The Record Is Open
I share this because I think there is something worth naming about what intellectual work at its most serious actually demands.
It does not allow you to stand at a safe remove. If you are doing it honestly, it will eventually ask you to apply your own frameworks to your own life – including the parts that are uncomfortable, contested, or unresolved.
I am in that place right now. I am doing the research and living the reclamation simultaneously. I am reaffirming who I am in the archive and in my own story at the same time.
The Wisdom Born Archive exists because I believe that Black historical and cultural continuity deserves rigorous, sustained, publicly accessible scholarship. It also exists because I believe that truth – however inconvenient, however long suppressed – has a right to a record.
That applies to history. It applies to this work. And it applies to me.
What does reclamation look like in your own life or work?





