Thursday, April 30, 2009

Blogs while surfing, revisited: The Behavior Chart

...After a few conversations, twittering, and watching a few "relationship" themed talk shows, and reading a few self-help books, I've been pondering a few questions about us sistas: Why are we looking for Mr. RightNOW as opposed to looking for Mr. Right? Does "good guys" really finish last? Must we be so immersed in socializing with our "taken" peers that we allow ourselves to settle for any ole jerk just to "fit in"? Do we REALLY know what we want from men? Why can't we be single and happy? Must we continually swim in a ocean of ignorance concerning male/female relationships? Can we maintain platonic relationships with members of the opposite sex? Why does black relationships seem to fail?

...so I'm blogsurfing, and I come across a rather old post/behavior chart (by age) authored by SoWiseSista. In my experience, it's most definately relevant. A nice intro to a rant I plan on penning on "What's so wrong with Sistas". Check it out:

She's Just Not Feeling You...
Friday, January 06, 2006
Boy Chart
Happy New Year, boys...

I spoke to a college friend today. She reminded me of the age chart she and I devised back then, that explains where in life guys are at different ages up to 30…bec at 21 I wasn’t really checking for men over that threshold. As we grew older we began to really see the validity in our claims, and it has never been more clear and correct than it is today.

Do YOU fit the bill?

20-23 – College. Still obsessed with sexual conquests…and video games.

24-25 – Finally finished with school and actually landed a decent job. Now he’s able to finance his feverish conquest for ass, so watch out. Now, when you see him perusing the mall, he’s got not only the latest Madden his shopping bags…but, oh my, CK One cologne.

26 – He’s been on the job a year now, and has a full week and a half’s worth of black and blue dress pants hanging on wire hangers in his closet….floor full of Jordans. He’s met some really great women at after-work happy hour, and he’s even dated a few for extended periods of time. But he still has some low-expectation homeboys who convince him he’s still much too young to “throw in his player’s card.” Plus they need one more pair of thumbs to round out the NBA Live tourney next Saturday.

27 – By now he’s switched jobs, this one has a 401k (of which he does not take advantage. He needs his WHOLE check…or rather, Discover card is demanding it!). He’s been with so many women – (he’s embarrassed by a great many of them, but azz is azz) – that he is now tired of the game, and secretly longs for a steady…but of course he masks this desire and remains elusive by being “really focused on the career right now.” His ego soars high as the girl in Human Resources outdoes herself to get his attention. But he’s the guy who “works crazy hours” and doesn’t “have time for a serious relationship right now.” Oh, and he’s upgraded to Crave cologne. Even owns a few pairs of square-toed shoes. Sneaker game is out of this world. Also at least one of his boys is now a baby daddy…who now buys X-Box games “for his seed.”

28 – Like many of his female counterparts, this guy is deep in debt, btwn credit cards and Sallie Mae. So he’s not at happy hour as much, and is “tired of the mall” (plus now he’s also upgraded to “the outlets”). Karma has paid this fucker a few visits, and truth be told his heart’s been broken. He’s so disillusioned by being played that he turns to white girls. Yes, he’s a bit of a late bloomer. He finds a whole new world at the white bars, and finds it less expensive there too. Needless to say, with all that free bunny love, he’s not thinking about no wifey…despite the fact that he is FINALLY realizing that his white counterparts on the job have long since mastered the corporate game and now parade their trophy wives to all the holiday office parties.

29 – Mama’s on his azz now. As if HER biological clock is going nuts, she’s all but shopping for baby clothes, waiting on that grandbaby. This guy’s grandmother passed recently, and he’ss starting to feel lonely and under pressure for love. But he’s squandered away most of his 20s trying to conquer as many women as he can. Most of his friends are either in baby mama hell, or back living with their parents, so he spends a lot of time playing Playstation alone. Lives for the Saturday afternoons when one of his boys’ kids is with the in-laws. He’s got a photo album full of anonymous smiling women from the good old road trip days: Freaknik, Daytona, Caribana, Jones Beach. At 29, dude is depressed about 30. He’s discovered his 401k, wants to buy a condo, and has been researching Whole Life insurance policies…but then frowns knowing he has no one to leave the money to in the unfortunate event of his demise. All of a sudden, he wonders when the tides have turned…women used to be aplenty. Now it seems the well has gone dry, and he can’t seem to find “the right girl.” The one who can cook and strip at the same time. The pressure is so thick he contemplates relocating for a fresh start. But then mama calls, and he rationalizes that he’s got “family obligations” and THAT’S why he’s single with no prospects.

30 – Still deep in a depression, his boys take him out to celebrate the big 3-0. And despite the despair, it’s like New Years Day…a rebirth or sorts. He begins to see this decade as a way to rewrite his future. He frequents the real estate section of the paper and will actually go to an open house this year. He will order a copy of his credit report. He will get an HIV test. He will buy his mama a substantial gift. He will get rims on his Explorer (still spinnin’). He will ask for a raise. He will upgrade yet again. Maybe a Polo fragrance to match his new boxer briefs. He will finally give in to the girl in Human Resources. Try the steady thing. He will get a flat screen TV. He will bring his dead Granny bouquets on Sundays after church. He will get his four suits tailored. He will get some AZZ!
Sound familiar??





SoWiseSista

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Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Willie Lynch Effect Of Black Women

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Thursday, June 19, 2008

It's Juneteenth


...from Juneteenth.com:


Juneteenth is the oldest nationally celebrated commemoration of the ending of slavery in the United States.


From its Galveston, Texas origin in 1865, the observance of June 19th as the African American Emancipation Day has spread across the United States and beyond.

Today Juneteenth commemorates African American freedom and emphasizes education and achievement. It is a day, a week, and in some areas a month marked with celebrations, guest speakers, picnics and family gatherings. It is a time for reflection and rejoicing. It is a time for assessment, self-improvement and for planning the future. Its growing popularity signifies a level of maturity and dignity in America long over due. In cities across the country, people of all races, nationalities and religions are joining hands to truthfully acknowledge a period in our history that shaped and continues to influence our society today. Sensitized to the conditions and experiences of others, only then can we make significant and lasting improvements in our society.














































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Wednesday, November 07, 2007

House Negroes, Uncle Tom's, Sellouts -- an interesting tidbit

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Monday, October 08, 2007

My Great-Grandfather...

Y'know, the media is something else. Biologically, Jethro English is my great-grandfather. He has, however, never played that role in my life. According to my granddaddy, Robert English, and his daughter, my mother, Jethro English was very active in the Civil Rights movement, here in Atlanta. He was also a great acquaintance with the King Family. Be that as it may, in every media acticle placed on a pedistal on Jethro, I see no mention of my great-grandmother (Myrtice Jennings) OR their son, my granddaddy, Robert English. This doesn't sit well with me. It's actually starting to piss me off. I can only remember TWO instances in my life where I've interacted with this guy, though my mother claims there were more). The first instance happened when I was about 8 years old. My granddaddy was working for the Centers for Disease Control, and he would also take photos on the side (weddings, graduations, etc). He had a camera that took three-dimensional photos, which facsinated my sisters and I. On one particular summer visit, we rode Marta to the King Center to take some 3D photos. That's when I met my infamous great-grandfather, who tried to woo us with candy and MLK-themed yo-yos. That kept us over, until we soon forgot about this guy. A couple of years later, near Christmas-time (I'm maybe 14 years old), we get a fruit and nut basket. Gee, wow! *sarcasm*. When we have no heat, or running water in fucking December, in comes Jethro. With his "I told you so's", like we deserve to be poor. And no one seems to remember this shit but me.



I try to talk to my Granddaddy, at least once a week. Usually, the conversation shifts to his oh so wonderful father and his trips to Egypt. Last year, I got into an argument with my mother, because I didn't send Jethro a birthday card. Excuse me? I don't even KNOW this guy, or his favorite color!...let alone his birthday. Am I living in the twilight zone here? As a matter of fact, when has this guy ever sent ME well wishes on MY birthday?...he doesn't even know how to pronounce my damn name!...but because he's associated with Atlantan Black history (which I am in no way trying to negate here), i'm supposed to bow down?!?...excuse my broken French, but shittin' me. I find it funny how all of sudden, my great-grandmother births my grandfather, and this Jethro guy dipps and marries another woman four years later. I find it funny, how when my gread-grandmother had to get her leg amputated, his ass was no where to be found. Guess he doesn't wanna be associated with us, but that's not my problem. I'm just here to set the record straight. This guy wasn't around. It was my mommie's, REAL grandfather, ROY JENNINGS. And even though I was pretty young when he passed, I can remember a helluva lot more about him than Jethro. I remember him fixing me Ovaltine in my sippy cup. I remember getting peppermints, butterpeacan ice cream, strawberry milk from him. My typewriter when I was three. I have a pretty good memory if I do say so myself, and Jethro wasn't a part of it.

And now, here I am trying to get ready to go get some life insurance Saturday, and here Mommie comes, thrusting another Jethro-praised article in my face. Smiling too, mind you. Like she doesn't remember all the shit she's told us about Jethro. Anywho, if you're interested, here're the oh so great articles concerning my estranged great-grandfather. Enjoy!



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July 1, 1989

Haywood, Richette L.; Poinsett, Alex



Sex After Sixty


HE'S 74 and a retired U.S. Army forklift truck supervisor. She's 71 and a part-time receptionist. When Auretha and Jethro English celebrated their 50th wedding anniversary in Atlanta two years ago, their two adult children teased them about diminishing body chemistry. But the couple's venerable role as great-grandparents doesn't keep them from regularly affirming their sexiness.


Mrs. English is amused that many of her peers don't even talk about, let along engange in, sexual activity, a bodily function she ranks in importance with respiration and digestion. She rejects social taboos against aging persons expressing sexual needs. She also rejects mythical claims that sexual desire automatically ebbs with age, declining in the 40s and hitting bottom sometime between 60 and 65. Nor does she agree with those latter-day Victorians who equate sex with S-I-N.


Like Mrs. English, many of the nation's 30 million people (one of every seven) who are 60 or older are much more active sexually than is generally believed. "People are having sex long after they start wearing reading glasses and hearing aids," says one sex behavior researcher.
An example is a retired St. Louis hardware store owner who, despite years of sex with her 83-year-old husband, says she didn't have her first orgasm until age 78. She explains to a sex therapist that she has put three children through college. "Now it's may turn," she declares. Then presenting the therapist with a carving of a boy fishing, the lady adds: "I came fishing for love."


Indeed, many post-menopausal women seek new outlets for the attention and energy they previously devoted to mothering, report Dr. William H. Masters and Virginia E. Johnson, the famed sex-bahavior researchers. Some prefer older lovers, finding them more responsive to their needs than younger ones.


Years of experience have taught some older men some of the differences between their needs and those of women. One difference is that most women like hugging, kissing, talking, touching, fondling and foreplay. Men like intercourse. When they are caring and considerate, however, they do not rush their partners, recognizing that they usually take longer to be sexually aroused.
Foreplay, for many senior citizens, starts long before the bedroom tryst. Perhaps he phones from his office, inviting her to dinner then hinting at "other" possibilities. Or she tucks tiny notes in unexpected places -- his lunchbox, his pocket, the folds of his morning paper. English, for example, never waits for special occasions to romance his wife with giftsor to proclaim his love for her. ideally, they both seek a continuous lovemaking experience--seduction easing into foreplay and passionate entanglement, then subsiding in afterplay that reflects their apprication for each other.


Meanwhile, too many older men and women are bewildered by gradual changes in sexual functioning that accompany aging. Most sex researchers agree that a 65-year-old man, for example, should not suspect failing potency as the reason he needs more time to atatin sexual readiness. Nor should an older woman conclude that she is less attractive and sexually responsive because her husband does not climax curing each encounter. For the lovemaking capacity generally remains intact, despite bodily changes brought on by aging and various ailments that plague the post-60 years. However, Mastersand Johnson cite "Widow's Syndrome" to describe an older woman deprived of sexual activity over several months. Vaginal shrinkage occurs and there's less natural lubrication. Similarly, with "Widower's Syndrome" a man, who abstains from sexual activity for a year or more, may discover that he is impotent although there's no prior history of sexual dysfunction.


Many of the sexual problems of older men are rooted in their excessive expectations, which often result in anxiety about their performance. If a man believes that he has to bring his partner to orgasm every time they make love, he puts unreasonable pressure on himself and his partner. Many older women, however, do not feel they must achieve orgasm every time for sex to be rewarding.


Avoiding boredom in the boudoir by changing the time, place and types of sexual activity is perhaps the biggest challenge for older couples. "How many men and women want to eat exactly the same food served in the same manner every time they sit down to a meal?" ask Masters and Johnson. "How many couples think of sexual interaction as a natural appetite and, in order to stimulate that appetite, make sincere attempts to vary their long-established sexual patterns?"
Dr. Terry Mason, sex counseling director at Chicago's Mercy Hospital, recalls the case of Anne, 64, a retired teacher. For 10years her husband, Thomas, 65, resisted changes in his routine. At 6 p.m., he watched the news. At 7 p.m., he and Anne had dinner. At 8 p.m., he began his customary two hours of TV viewing. At 10 p.m., the couple went to bed.


Since Anne couldnt get Thomas out of the house for a romantic dinner, she prepared an unforgettable meal -- warm bread, steaming pasa with garlic butter, crisp tossed salad and a bottle of red wine. Instead of setting the dining room table, she spread a paisley throw on a small table in their bedroom, adding a scented candle and six pink roses.


As he sat watching television, Thomas wondered aloud what smelled so good and why hadn't the table been set? Smiling at her husband's predictability, Anne slipped into the silver satin dress she had worn on their 35th wedding anniversary. That night, the television didn't go on again.
While most younger people accept such creativity to keep from lapsing into a dull routine, many older couples still do not experiment in their lovemaking. They are more hesitant about trying oral sex, for example. Studies indicate that only about 25 percent of people over 55 regularly engage in oral sex, compared with nearly 75 percent of younger couples. Many religious teachings once discouraged any mention of the pleasurable benefits of sex and took a dim view of any sexual activitity whose purpose was not procreation. Today, many ministers and marraige counselors consider oral sex and other activities as positive parts of a couple's sexual relationship and marriage.


Nevertheless, experts say many older women find it difficult to experiment in sex--initiating the act, trying new positions, etc.--because they are out of touch with their own sexual feelings. Several surveys of menhs sexual preferences show that they would like their partners to be more aggressive and relieve them of responsibility for initiating sex all the time. Such a role reversal can result from good communication, an essential ingredient in a good sex life at any age. Many older couples are unable to share all their sexual needs and desires, and what might have been a simple request or a minor criticism becomes a major source of frustration.
For many couples sex may become more pleasurable in later years due to the removal of stress-filled schedules and the fear of pregnancy. The emotional needs of the aging individual--retaining a sense of identity and selfworth and combating loneliness, for example--also may be fulfilled by sexual activity that does not always lead to intercourse.


Dr. Gail E. Wyatt, an associate professor of medical psychology at the University of California at Lost Angeles, advises older women to broaden their definition of sex to include non-genital activity, pampering themselves with exotic baths, body massaging and other forms of self-stimulation and exercise to reduce sexual tension.


For Atlanta's Aretha and Jethro English, the need to hold and to be held, the need to relate well to one another, the need to express and receive feelings, neither atrophies nor ends with aging. They know that to continue fruitful sexual activity into their '70s or '80s, they must cling to reasonably good general health and a sexually interesting partnership.
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EBENEZER BAPTIST CHURCH: Back to the glory days
Second phase of restoration will return interior to how it looked when MLK was co-pastor

By Ernie Suggs
The Atlanta Journal-Constitution
Published on: 10/06/07

Jethro English has been a member of Ebenezer Baptist Church since 1925. His wife, Auretha, joined in 1929, the year the church's most famous son, Martin Luther King Jr., was born.
English, 94, was an attendant at the wedding of Martin Luther King Sr. and Alberta King, MLK's parents. Auretha English, 90, almost delivered her son in the choir stand and sang at Martin Luther King Jr.'s funeral.

So when a $4 million restoration project now under way is finished, the newly redone Ebenezer will look familiar to the couple.

The National Park Service, which controls the church, is rebuilding Ebenezer from the inside out. When the federally funded restoration is finished —- the target date is Jan. 9, 2009 —- the church will look much as it did from 1960 until 1968, when Martin Luther King Jr. was the co-pastor, alongside his father.

Workers are removing old drywall and vinyl flooring to reveal century-old wood.
In the fellowship hall in the basement, workers are taking down every slat of wood from the ceiling and marking and labeling each piece before restoring it.

A baptismal pool, built in the 1970s, is being removed from the sanctuary.
Workers will take out pews and refinish them —- but not to perfection. They'll remove etched-in names; nicks and other marks of age and wear will stay.

The church's stained-glass windows, which feature the names of some of Ebenezer's most important figures —- including Jethro and Auretha English —- will be restored so they can be viewed from outside.

That work will undo part of a 1972 renovation, during which the church installed Plexiglas covers to protect the windows from vandalism and age. Over the years, the covers have faded and aged so that they obscure what they are supposed to protect. Plus, a recent water test revealed that the windows leak.

Also on the outside, workers are analyzing three forms of brick and mortar used over the years to patch or add to the church. They want to find the exact match to repair the brick, which in some spots has allowed water to seep into the sanctuary.

"We have a national treasure here that needs to be protected," said Judy Forte, superintendent of the King National Historic Site, "a place where the world can reflect upon Dr. King's life, listen to his words and truly get a sense of what Ebenezer was like."

The church is one of Atlanta's most visited sites. It is one of the most historically significant churches in the country, along with the National Cathedral in Washington and St. Patrick's Cathedral in New York. Ebenezer was closed for worship services in 1999, but King's sermons and speeches, broadcast in the sanctuary, give it a reverential feel.

King's life and his religious career came full circle at Ebenezer. He was baptized there at 5. He preached his first sermon there at 17 and his last one, "Drum Major Instinct," on Feb. 4, 1968, exactly two months before he was killed.

Ebenezer was founded in 1886 under the Rev. John A. Parker, who served as its first pastor at the original site nearby, on what is now Airline Street.
King's maternal grandfather, the Rev. Adam D. Williams, became pastor in 1894 and saw the church experience its first significant growth.

After moving to several locations in downtown Atlanta, Williams settled on the plot of land on Auburn Avenue and built the Late Gothic Revival-style church, which was completed in 1922.
A member of the King family was pastor of the church for 81 years, from when Williams took the helm in 1894 to King Sr.'s retirement in 1975.

The congregation, which has had only five pastors since 1894, moved into the new building known as the Horizon Sanctuary in 1999. The old church has since been incorporated into the National Historic Site.

The renovations represent the second phase of a project to save the church. From 2001 to 2002, more than $1.2 million in federal and private funds were used to upgrade the church's infrastructure —- including fixing the roof and replacing the electrical system.

"The church is in very good condition for its age," said John S. Wood, facility manager for the King Historic Site. "There has been some termite and water damage, but overall it is good. Structurally sound."

Phase II focuses on things that people can see, such as the altar where Martin Luther King Sr. preached and the red and green tile that once adorned the fellowship hall in the basement.
Ebenezer went through a renovation in the 1950s and again in 1972. But it is unclear exactly when some changes were made and what prompted them. Workers uncovered charred wood in the walls of the fellowship hall, indicating a possible fire. They've found hidden stairwells, doorways that have been boarded up and a fire escape that people would have had to climb steps to reach.

Peter Holness, the project manager for Keystone Restorations, which is overseeing the project, said much of restoration will undo what was done in the 1970s, such as the baptismal pool.
"I can't say that what was done then was a good thing," said Holness. "Eventually, everything you add takes away from the originality of the church.

"And restoration is never easy," Holness said. "It is a tedious task, because this church stands for history."

As a deacon for decades, Jethro English has considered protecting Ebenezer his duty.
He picks up stray programs and litter from the church's pews —- and strongly encourages people to treat the church with respect.

"Don't come in here making a mess. If you have gum, put it in your pocket when you finish, don't leave it under the seat," said English, 94. "Take care of this house."

For him, the church is home and history.

"At Ebenezer, we are all a family. We believe in that," said English, who goes to church at the new Ebenezer across the street every Sunday. "We are a church for all nations."
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...a family you say!?...trying to forget about your OTHER son does not demonstrate that buddy.

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Friday, August 03, 2007

Read a M!@#$-F%^&*( BOOK!

IMO, this just PERFECT!!!! Check out "Read a Book" by Bomani Armah:

Read A Book

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Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Happy Birthday Frederick Douglass!




....From his biography: Frederick Augustus Washington Bailey (or Baily), later known as Frederick Douglass, was born in February 1818* near Easton, Maryland. He was the son of Harriet Bailey, a slave. Captain Aaron Anthony claimed ownership of Douglass. (It is believed that Captain Aaron Anthony was not related to Susan B. Anthony.)


Douglass spent his early childhood in a cabin with his grandmother Betsey. His mother was hired out and he only saw her on rare visits. In 1824, Douglass was separated from his grandmother and taken to live on the large plantation of Colonel Edward Lloyd, where Captain Aaron Anthony worked. In 1826, he was sent to Baltimore, Maryland to live with Hugh and Sophia Auld, in-laws of Lucretia Anthony Auld, Captain Anthony’s daughter.


Douglass lived in Baltimore from 1826 until 1833, where his first job as a child was to look after the Aulds’ son, Tommy. While he was in Baltimore, Douglass learned to read and write. He was taught by Sophia Auld until her husband forbade it. After that, Douglass taught himself in secret.


Once he had learned to read, Douglass read newspapers and learned about the debate over slavery. He also attended the free African-American churches in Baltimore. At the age of 12 or 13, Douglass bought his own copy of The Columbian Orator, a popular nineteenth-century book on rhetoric. He studied the book, went through the exercises, and taught himself public speaking.


In 1833, Douglass was taken from Baltimore and brought to St. Michael’s, Maryland by his master, Thomas Auld (son-in-law to Captain Anthony, who was now deceased). While there, Douglass organized secret schools for slaves and refused to submit to whipping. One of the schools was broken up by a mob, and he was hired out to farmers known as "slave breakers," who sought to control his rebellious activities. Yet he continued to defy his slave status. In 1836, he planned to escape but was caught, imprisoned, and eventually sent back to Thomas Auld.
After his failed escape attempt and imprisonment, Douglass was sent back by Auld to Baltimore. There, he was hired out to a local shipyard to learn the trade of a caulker. He joined an improvement society of free black caulkers and attempted, unsuccessfully, to buy his own freedom. In 1837, he met Anna Murray, a free African-American woman.


In September 1838, Douglass escaped from slavery. He first went to New York City. There, he sent for Murray to join him, and they were married. The Douglasses were to have five children in the next eleven years: Rosetta (b. 1839), Lewis Henry (b. 1840), Frederick Jr. (b. 1842), Charles Remond (b. 1844) and Annie (b. 1849).

...more on Douglass: Wikipedia





















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Friday, February 09, 2007

Arthur Ashe Jr. ....


On this day in 1964, Arthur Ashe becomes the first black on the U.S. Davis Cup team.

As a tennis player, Arthur Ashe was one of the most prominent players of his time, capturing the NCAA Championship at UCLA, winning three Grand Slam events, including Wimbledon in 1975, and earning election into the International Tennis Hall of Fame in 1985. His legacy, however, will be the positive changes he helped forge and the causes he championed, both within tennis, and in society as a whole. As the first and only African-American to be ranked No. 1 in the world, and the first black male to win the U.S. Open and Wimbledon, Mr. Ashe not only left his mark on the game viscerally, through his pioneering success, but also financially and philosophically, through his actions as a leader in the formation of the Association of Tennis Professionals (ATP). As a youngster, Mr. Ashe was barred from playing on most public courts and in most local tournaments involving whites, yet he still managed to earn a tennis scholarship to UCLA, where he then earned a business degree in 1966.

In 1963, as a 20 year old, he was asked to become the first African-American on the U.S. Davis Cup team. Over the next 15 years, he won 28 of 34 Cup matches. In 1968, Mr. Ashe lifted his tennis game to a new level, leading the U.S. to its first Davis Cup win in five years, winning the national amateur title and becoming the first U.S. Open Champion in the open era. Mr. Ashe turned pro in 1970, won the Australian Open, and then, two years later, became the first American tennis player to exceed $100,000 in annual earnings. Mr. Ashe complemented his playing career with successes in journalism, media and philanthropic endeavors, and was named Sports Illustrated Sportsman of the Year in 1992. He was the author of the three-volume, critically-acclaimed, A Hard Road to Glory: A History of the African-American Athlete, which was later adapted for television. He also established the Arthur Ashe Foundation for the Defeat of AIDS and received the first Leadership Award from the Harvard AIDS Institute
...more from wikipedia

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Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Happy Birthday Eubie Blake!


...on this wonderful day in black history, ragtime pianist and composer Eubie Blake was born.

From his bio: Eubie Blake was born James Hubert Blake in Baltimore, Maryland, on February 7, 1883. He played the organ at six years old, got his first job playing in a brothel at 15, and made his professional stage debut in a Pennsylvania medicine show at the age of 18.
In 1905, Blake moved to New York City, where he decided to try to publish his first song, "Sounds of Africa." He asked the influential but fiery
Will Marion Cook to accompany him to the publisher, and his song was accepted for $100. However, when Kurt Schindler, the arranger who was going to score it, asked why Blake changed keys without modulation, Blake related: "Cook flared up and said, `What right have you to question my protege? How long have you been a Negro?' `I'm only asking a question,' Schindler said. `Well you have no right to ask it. We write differently from other people.' `Good day, gentlemen,' said Schindler, and all bets were off." The song, renamed Charleston Rag, was not published until after 1919.
Blake went home to Baltimore where he played in local establishments, performing with and learning from such great African-American pianists as "Willie the Lion" Smith, C. Luckeyeth Roberts, and
James P. Johnson. In 1910, he married Avis Lee, an accomplished classical pianist. Four years later, he published his first song, Chevy Chase.
Blake's bio

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Friday, February 02, 2007

Langston Hughes...great man of poetry


...In honor of Black History Month, I decided to post a few black facts. Enjoy.

February 1, 1902: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LANGSTON HUGHES (he was born just four years before my great granny)
Born in Joplin, Missouri, James Langston Hughes was a member of an abolitionist family. He was the great-great-grandson of Charles Henry Langston, brother of John Mercer Langston, who was the first Black American to be elected to public office, in 1855. Hughes attended Central High School in Cleveland, Ohio, but began writing poetry in the eighth grade, and was selected as Class Poet. His father didn't think he would be able to make a living at writing, and encouraged him to pursue a more practical career. He paid his son's tuition to Columbia University on the grounds he study engineering. After a short time, Langston dropped out of the program with a B+ average; all the while he continued writing poetry. His first published poem was also one of his most famous, "The Negro Speaks of Rivers", and it appeared in Brownie's Book. Later, his poems, short plays, essays and short stories appeared in the NAACP publication Crisis Magazine and in Opportunity Magazine and other publications.
THEME FOR ENGLISH B

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Wednesday, January 24, 2007

...Why do black women WANT to participate?

Are these models degrading themselves? When is it crossing the line? ?

[they said] :I read about how some (supposedly) black women complained about rap videos having only non-black or lightskinned (since when did that become non-black) women. Do you want your black ass in those nasty (so called, by some) degrading videos ? I mean really though is that something to complain about ? We should be happy. For several hundred years black women have been objectified (sexually) by non blacks. Then when things change we are pissed off. I don't feel the need to be equally represented in NEGATIVITY and DISRESPECT.It simply AMAZES me, when some Black women, light or dark, get upset that they don't get a chance to be represented in filth.I find it hypocritical to denounce the women of these videos and or the other hand you support the artists. I can't imagine why any self respecting, self loving woman would want to parade around in front of a camera or out in public for that matter, looking and acting like a slut. Granted there are some women who are just too stupid to realize that men who foam at the mouth at them are not into them or their minds, but their behinds. Woman and our young girls are being led to believe that in order to attract attention, they must get naked and act slutty. Carmen Elektra, and other Baywatch types have always been used to exploit the beauty of white women yet know ones points this out. Playboy...all these images appear readily on newsstands..yet the world says beautiful, sexy women..why are we the ones that say hoes, and what have you about our women?

[my opinion]:Should black women want to be in these videos? In the beginning, I don't think they were as degrading as they are today, so yes, I think black women had the desire to be represented as being beautifil in their own aesthetics and culture. I mean, I'm only 22, but I remember the Prince videos, and the Super Freak videos my older cousins used to watch. And all the women in them had the Eurocentric beauty look to them....no black women....no Afrocentric features at all (big lips, big booty, big breasts)...we even went as far as adding fake hair pieces to our heads, as "short hair" wasn't in back then. So yes, black women did have a desire to be represented IMO...then you have the flipside to it. Those "Baby Got Back" type videos came out, and there was not one black woman offended by this...at least not around my way (okay, maybe the butt pads were a tad bit over doing it, but the point is, BLACK women were seen as being beautiful for their butts and everything else. is)....we were like "FINALLY!"



...for example, the common prototype for the "most beautiful girl in the world" in the late 80's/early 90's


*on the soapbox*

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Thursday, January 18, 2007

1.15.29 ....continuing the Dream...


...this passed Monday commemorates the 78th Anniversary of MLK's birth, as well as the first service without Mrs. Coretta Scott King. I admit, it was kinda weird watching the service on T.V. and not seeing Mrs. King introduce her children. Because my grandfather's family are close to the King family, I was made to go all the time. I should know King's whole life story by now, that's how much I went. Me and my two sister's were a part of the Georgia's Youth On Parade (GYOP) as majorettes in training, and we would attend the parade festivites. As a kid, I thought it was kinda neat for MLK to grow up in the same town as I did. My grandfather (a photographer) would take pictures of us with his 3D camera, so that after developing, It would look like Ebenezer (the old one) would be flying towards you.


This year, it was surprisingly hot for the winter (70 degrees), and though the parade have been lackluster for the longest, I went. You had people hustling for their own profit instead of commemorating the man on his birthday. And people used the nice weather to dress like it was Freaknik '96. Just shameful. The line to his house on Auburn Ave was crazy long, thankfully, but you still had people complaining. It's funny how when it's time to vote, or do something as productive as visiting the King center, you have people complaining. But let Young Joc come back in town, and they'll fly like a hell to Club 112, and wait in line with no complaints (no offense to Joc or anything). Anywho, here're more pics from the parade, MLK center, and MLK's house.























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Thursday, December 28, 2006

A Conservative's Perspective on Kwanzaa

Kwanzaa: A Black Racist Celebration
by: B.J. http://www.bjellis.com/blogFULL.htm
Posted: December 18, 2006

As we approach another watered-down Christmas (and we have political correctness to thank for that, as well as the spell of liberalism this country is presently under) we are also approaching the celebration of black racism, otherwise known as Kwanzaa. Kwanzaa is a MADE-UP celebration that was invented in 1966 by Maulana “Ron” Karenga (he calls himself Dr., but I REFUSE to call him that ON PURPOSE). Karanga is a former black militant, an obvious Marxist (Communist Manifesto), and a FELON who HATES white people. What’s so amazing to me is that the very people who constantly bitch, gripe, and moan about how hateful white people (except RACIST white liberals, of course, i.e., their “slave masters”) are towards blacks are the very same people that have no problem flamboyantly expressing their hatred for whites. Before I introduce my tangent of racism, I will cite the definition of racism, which is “A belief that race is the primary determinant of human traits and capacities and that racial differences produce an inherent superiority of a particular race.” As I’ve said on previous editions of The B.J. Ellis Show, I believe that the modern day champions of racism are African-Americans. When I speak of African-Americans, I don’t speak of black Americans in general, per se’, I speak of those ignorant black Americans that profess to call themselves hyphenated Americans (African-Americans) for idiotic reasons that do nothing but express their separation from their country of origin. Furthermore, ignorant black Americans that call themselves “African-Americans” CANNOT even name 10 countries in Africa, nor 3 CITIES in the entire continent. However for whatever reason, they still feel the need to call themselves “African-Americans”, which leads us back to this Kwanzaa nonsense.

More amazingly, Kwanzaa masks itself as an “African” holiday celebration DESPITE THE FACT that it isn’t celebrated ANYWHERE in the continent of Africa. Unfortunately the general stupidity of African-Americans, coupled with white guilt, allows this bogus “celebration” to continue in this country unchecked. From President Bush to Nancy Pelosi, Happy Kwanzaa greetings are constantly echoed as if it is a “part” of Christmas—WHEN THE TRUTH OF THE MATTER IS that Kwanzaa has NOTHING to do with Christ!!! Kwanzaa is anti-Christian and anti-American, and I believe that this is the primary motivation behind ignorant blacks continuing to follow such nonsense. Despite the fact that ignorant blacks spend countless hours in church every week, they still feel obligated to celebrate this nonsense. Virtually nothing presents a clearer case of blindly following others for NO LOGICAL REASON than their unyielding support of this fake holiday, Kwanzaa.

The arguments that these Kwanzaa puppets try to present in order to legitimize this racist celebration are even more amazing. The most common argument is along the lines of “we are so far removed from the original founding of Kwanzaa that it should no longer be associated with Karanga,” etc. The first thing that comes to mind to me is, “Wait a minute—the same people who are saying that are the very same people who are still attached to slavery, the original Constitution that included the three-fifths compromise (that many blacks know NOTHING about its actual intent), and civil rights as if these events were just settled LAST NIGHT!!!” How can these people fix their mouths to say something so stupid? Because they, like the slaves of many yesteryears ago, do as they are TOLD to do. The truth of the matter is that the obsession with the need for leadership allows ignorant blacks to be pimped and exploited on a daily basis. Many people, from politicians to preachers, as well as (racist) white liberals, owe their personal fame and fortune to the exploitation of ignorant blacks.

The African-American establishment of today does not have the capability to think for themselves. For example, they are only outraged at events when they are TOLD to do so by their “leadership”. This is the same “leadership” that conveniently ignores LEGITIMATE outrageous events because there’s no personal benefit to them for fixing real problems or pointing obvious outrageous events out. In addition, “leadership” must do whatever it takes to keep ignorant blacks in a permanent state of despair, and by keeping the races divided by hatred, “leadership” can use their favorite trump card—racism. Kwanzaa is one in a long line of divisive things (Congressional BLACK Caucus, Covenant with BLACK America, BLACK Student Alliance, etc.) that ignorant blacks participate in that has nothing to do with “judging people by the content of their character”. If white people acknowledged such organizations, these same ignorant blacks would be outraged beyond measure. However the term racism only applies to white Americans? According to the definition of the word, African-Americans are not exempt from the racist label. Observing the made-up holiday of Kwanzaa confirms this very fact

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Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Final Exam time...Black Women and rape


...It's that time of year again. For my "English" Survey course, the final exam consisted of 25 Identifications (that is, defining concepts with respect to critical theory and identifying and explaining examples from texts read in class) and an essay portion. We were told to select any text and identify as many concepts of critical theory as possible. Pretty simple eh?

My choice was Psychoanalytic Criticism. You know, the whole "Freudian" theories on the subconscious, specifically in regards to sexual frustrations, and dreams. The text I referenced is entitled, "There were times I thought I was crazy" by Vanessa Alleyne. It's a relatively small biographical commentary on the repeated rape of Vanessa Alleyne, by her stepfather. Young Vanessa even becomes pregnant by her stepfather at 13 years old. Vanessa takes the reader through the torture of the rapes, her mother's denial of the affiars, her life as a "troubled teen" in many group homes, and her ambitions to finally bring her sex offender to justice many years later.
Another issue facing the black community that has been swept under the rug time and time again is rape and sexual assault. Being that there are people close to me, also victims of sexual assault, rape, and daily harrassment, this is another issue I want to tackle. Why aren't they speaking out? Why aren't they seeking justice? Why don't they have the emotional support of their familes? Perhaps our communities have been ostracizing our victims. Perhaps we make them feel inhuman and inferior when we constantly objectify this behavior like there's no problem here.
"It was my fault...I shouldn't have gone to his house"...."maybe if I had worn something else..."
...we need to stop blaming ourselves. And sadly, becasue black women are being silent about this, its becoming more of an "acceptance" so to speak--almost like a "normalcy" fated to anyone of the double X chromosone--almost "expected" to validate womanhood. A mother goes, "listen and you listen good...take this here as an experience, and you be strong. You'll be aiight, momma went through the same thing". You "expect" the disrespect. "Expect" the inapporpriate touches on the playground. The rump feels while lining up to lunch. Remember, nobody likes a snitch. Little John is your age, he doesn't know any better. And come on, when Uncle Tim lingered just a little longer in the no-no zone, he was just trying to help you take a bath. And for the love of God, why are you worrying about it now? Nobody put a gun to your head, and forced you to strip. You deserve it. And besides, you should be over it by now--that was over 20 years ago.
...excuses excuses...one day, we shall overcome

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Monday, December 04, 2006

The Black Panthers


...a few semesters ago, I took a class on the topics of Black Nationalism. The professor, Dr. Charles E. Jones (who?, Chuck Jones, who? Chuck Jones!) mentioned that he was doing research on the Black Panther Party for self defense...it seems as though there are lots of information on the party that's interestingly unknown to many. (as exemplified by Dr. Jones, work done in responsibility for black prostitutes and correcting police brutality).


Finally, the text is finished, and though I'm done with my African-American studies requirements, I can't wait to recieve my copy in the mail. (actually, it's for my grandaddy for Christmas...he likes stuff like this...and he won't mind me holding on to it for a few weeks ;-)


Anywho, I told a few of you guys that I would provide the citation once Dr. Jones was finished. Here's one for the land, the skin, and the blood folks. Check it out when you get a chance...( by Dr. Jones, Mr. Bobby Seale himself, and another brother, Mr. Stephen Shames)...here's a small review from Amazon.com
From the world’s largest archive of Black Panther images, a nuanced portrait of a dynamic movement and a tumultuous time. In 1966, as the largely nonviolent Civil Rights movement swept through America, Huey P. Newton and Bobby Seale founded the legendary Black Panther Party in Oakland, California. Revered by some and vilified by others, the party burst onto the scene with a militant vision for social change and the empowerment of African-Americans. Its methods were so controversial and polarizing that in 1968, FBI head J. Edgar Hoover described the organization as the country’s greatest threat to internal security. During the height of the movement, from 1967 to 1973, photographer Stephen Shames had unprecedented access to the organization. He captured not only its public face--street demonstrations, protests and militant armed posturing--but also life behind the scenes, from private Party meetings to Bobby Seale at work on his Oakland mayoral campaign. Shames was prolific and his archive of Panther images is the largest in the world, presenting an uncommonly nuanced portrait of this dynamic social movement. Released on the occasion of the Party’s fortieth anniversary, this illuminating publication gathers an astonishing collection of never-before-published images, offering an electrifying visual history. Panther newspapers, posters and other ephemera help convey the ethos of the Panthers and of a transformative period of social upheaval for the whole nation.

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Tuesday, November 28, 2006

...Female writer lost...


well damn. According to USA today,
Ms. Bebe Campbell Moore died yesterday. From brain cancer complications?!...at 56?!...
...my favorite novel by her is "What you Owe Me"...R.I.P Ms. Campbell. Great role model...
Novelist Bebe Moore Campbell, whose best-selling books included Brothers and Sisters, Singing in the Comeback Choir and Your Blues Ain't Like Mine, died Monday in Los Angeles from complications related to brain cancer. She was 56.
"My wife was a phenomenal woman who did it her way," her husband, Ellis Gordon Jr., said in a statement released to the media. "She loved her family and her career as a writer. We enjoyed life together as a team and we will miss her immensely and will love her forever." Nicholas Latimer, spokesman for her publisher, Knopf, said, "She will be remembered fondly."
Campbell, whose books were lauded for their realistic depictions of social issues, race relations and family dynamics, also wrote about mental illness in her fiction and was a well-known advocate for the mentally ill.
The author, an only child who was born and raised in Philadelphia, was motivated by a family member's struggles with mental health.
72 Hour Hold, her most recent adult novel, published last year, is about a woman struggling to find a treatment for her daughter's bipolar disorder.
She also dealt with mental health in her award-winning 2005 children's book Sometimes My Mommy Gets Angry, about a young girl trying to understand and deal with her mother's illness.
Campbell's last book, Stompin' at the Savoy, was published in September. It's a children's book about a young girl who is magically transported to the famous ballroom where the jazz greats performed.
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http://http://www.usatoday.com/life/people/2006-11-27-campbell-obit_x.htm?POE=LIFISVA




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Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Something Museworthy...

...It seems as if traditional HBCU's are expanding


Black colleges diversifying by recruiting more Hispanics
DORIE TURNER
Associated Press
ATLANTA - Squeezed by stiff competition for their traditional students, historically black colleges are making a push to recruit Hispanics.

While the country's Hispanic population is booming, the number of blacks is growing at a much slower rate and other colleges are doing more to attract them. Black colleges that want to shore up enrollment numbers are revising recruitment strategies to include more members of the nation's largest and fastest-growing minority.

The campuses are hiring Hispanic recruiters, distributing brochures featuring Hispanic students, and establishing special scholarships for Hispanics. At the historically black Texas Southern University in Houston, the school has started five Hispanic student organizations, including fraternities and sororities, to help make the campus more inviting.

"I tell them 'There's a place for you and a need for Latinos to be present on (historically black) campuses," said Nelson Santiago, a recruiter for the historically black Howard University in Washington, D.C. A native of Puerto Rico, Santiago talks to students about his experiences as a student at Howard, where he graduated in 2001.

Recruiters like Santiago and from other schools including the all-male Morehouse College in Atlanta are visiting predominantly Hispanic high schools and setting up booths at college fairs geared toward Hispanic students. Morehouse sends recruiters to high schools in south Florida, New York, east Texas and Los Angeles - areas with large Hispanic populations.

"Considering Latinos and African-Americans share a lot of history together that they don't realize, I think it's a good idea," said John Miranda, of Silver Spring, Md., one of 15 Hispanics enrolled at the 2,800-student Morehouse.

Miranda, the 21-year-old son of Brazilian immigrants, said he picked Morehouse because he was offered a full-ride scholarship funded by an Atlanta foundation that promotes the education of Hispanics.

Morehouse's goal is for at least 5 percent of its student body to be made up of Hispanics within five years. If its current overall enrollment holds steady, the school will need 125 more Hispanic students by 2011 to reach that goal.

While the idea has been greeted with open arms by the college's administrators, some students and alumni said they are mixed about actively recruiting Hispanics to historically black colleges.

"I do have concerns," said Earl Nero, a retired Atlanta businessman who graduated from Morehouse in 1974. "Since the college has determined they want to stay the same size they are, that would take away space from qualified African-American students."

But having other minorities attending a historically black college will help them get "a real life view about what black people are all about," Nero added.

Student James Travis, who is black, said having other students of other races on a historically black campus bothers him "a little bit" because it challenges the college's mission.

"It's supposed to maintain the historically black tradition," said the 21-year-old student from the Atlanta suburb of College Park. "I'll have to see how it goes before I see if I want to change the situation or not."

Still, educators say the nation's two largest minority groups are a natural fit on a college campus.

"They are both underserved communities when it comes to higher education," said Michael Lomax, president and CEO of the United Negro College Fund. "We have got to educate them so that we can have a competitive workforce in the 21st century."

The number of Hispanic students attending historically black colleges increased more than 60 percent from 1994 to 2004, while the number of black students grew by 35 percent, according to the U.S. Department of Education.

In the 1990s, Hispanics surpassed blacks as the nation's largest minority. The number of Hispanics in the United States grew by nearly 60 percent that decade, while the number of blacks only grew by about 15 percent.

At the same time, the competition for black students has increased as public colleges nationwide try to improve diversity by recruiting more minorities. Some state higher education systems, especially in the South, also have been forced by federal courts to meet specific black recruitment goals under desegregation lawsuits still lingering from the 1960s.

"All colleges want to have a presence of African-American male students on their campus. It makes the competition very tough," said Sterling Hudson, dean of admissions and records at Morehouse.

Five years ago, Texas Southern hired a Hispanic recruiter and began producing recruitment materials targeting Hispanics. Since then, Hispanic student enrollment has grown from 316 to almost 550. Right now, Hispanics make up about 5 percent of the 11,000-student body.

"We have the advantage as a HBCU to cater to the minority - small classroom, small family-type environment," said Hasan Jamil, assistant vice president for enrollment services.

Howard has about 170 Hispanic out of 11,500 students after several years of focused recruiting. Interim admissions director Linda Sanders-Hawkins said with the country's growing Hispanic population, recruiting is not as tough as it once was.

Miranda, one of only 15 Hispanics at Morehouse, said it has not bothered him being on a majority black campus.

"Since I've been at Morehouse, I've gotten a different perspective on a lot of things," Miranda said, referring to black history. "I learned a lot that was left out of the schooling I got."

ON THE NET

Morehouse College: http://www.morehouse.edu

Texas Southern University: http://www.tsu.edu

Howard University: http://www.howard.edu

United Negro College Fund: http://uncf.org



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...there's lots of debate about this one. On one hand, HBCU's are TRADITIONALLY and Historically Black (or, you could argue some of them were built by whites for blacks)..that's all....and in this day and age, it would be unconstitutional to deny someone based on race, so what's the big deal? On another hand, these schools are ACTIVELY recruiting Hispanics, so no doubt, lots of Blacks will have something to say about that. One of my professors (Dr. Akinyele A. Umoja if you wanna google him) taught at Morehouse, and then drifted over to white dominated Georgia State University. According to him, statistics show that Georgia State (my school) has a higher percentage of Black attendance than Morehouse and Spelman combined. Which had some influence on his descision to teach here. Speaking for my self, Georgia State was NOT my first choice. As a matter of fact, it trailed behind Grambling and Clark. G-State offered me a Presidentail Assistance award + HOPE paying for everything + the Pell chipping in (I don't have to pay shit back basically) = a nice amount of change left over to me. If my memory serves me correctly, even Clark's application fees were off the chain. And I was just a po' black girl from Georgia, tryna get up out the hood if you get my drift. I barely hustled $25 dollars to take the SATs one time, let alone $50 and $60 to apply to Clark. And we're not even gonna get on that tuition. Shid. Even with my scholarships, I would've STILL come out the pocket to cover Clark's tuition. So I guess I stayed with G-State.

HBCU needs students, and with cheaper tuition fees bribing students to attend White majority schools, their tuition is gonna keep rising I presume. If these costs are steadily rising, students like myself are less likely to apply. And if people stop applying, the school may no longer exist (see Morris Brown). So they have to recruit someone...right?

*sigh*. I dunno. Another thing I just thought of is how Blacks don't support anything Black. And let me rephrase myself: SOME Blacks. We're taught that anything White is better, and we don't even value our own educational systems. I went to a majority White high school up until my final year. Then I transferred to a Black one, where they were technologically behind, the building was fucked up (freeze in the winter, burn in the Summer), handmedown textbooks (my social studies text didn't even have Clinton in it), and the teacher's barely knew shit. Talk about a downgrade. When you put a black school in a black community and that black community is damn near poor, of course the school is destined to be shitty. Or scratch that, when the community doesn't know how to handle finances (see buying high price-assed tennises, Playstations, but complain like hell at the cost of a computer), the school is destined to be shitty. So, my granny always put it in my head that "those white schools up in Dunwoody and shit" got labtops for every student...blah blah blah". So naturally, you deal with the inside racism at the white schools, and stray from the black ones.

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Monday, June 26, 2006

Death of the Black Woman -- an email

...got this in an email...decided to share

While struggling with the reality of being a human instead of a myth,
the strong black woman passed away. Medical sources say she died of
natural causes, but those who knew her know she died from being
silent when she should have been screaming, smiling when she should have been raging, from being sick and not wanting anyone to know because her pain might inconvenience them.

She died from an overdose of other people clinging to her when she
didn't even have energy for herself. She died from loving men who didn't love themselves and could only offer her a crippled reflection. She died from raising children alone.

She died from the lies her grandmother told her mother and her mother
told her about life, men & racism. She died from being sexually abused as a child and having to take that truth everywhere she went every day of her life, exchanging the humiliation for guilt.

She died from asphyxiation, coughing up blood from secrets she kept
trying to burn away instead of allowing herself the kind of nervous
breakdown she was entitled to, but only white girls could afford.

She died from being responsible, because she was the last rung on the
ladder and there was no one under her she could dump on.

She died from being a mother at 15 and a grandmother at 30 and an
ancestor at 45. She died from being dragged down and sat upon by
un-evolved women POSING as sisters and friends.

She died from tolerating Mr. Pitiful, just to have a man around the
house. She died from sacrificing herself for everybody and everything when what she really wanted to do was be a singer, a dancer, or some
magnificent other. She died from lies of omission because she didn't want to bring the black man down.

She died from tributes from her counterparts who should have been
matching her efforts instead of showering her with dead words and
empty songs. She died from myths that would not allow her to show weakness without being chastised by the lazy and hazy.

She died from hiding her real feelings until they became hard and
bitter enough to invade her womb and breasts like angry tumors.
She died from always lifting heavy groceries all by herself.

She died from never being enough of what men wanted, or being too
much for the men she wanted. She died from being too black and died again for not being black enough.

She died from being misinformed about her mind, her body & the extent
of her royal capabilities. She died from knees pressed too close together because respect was never part of the foreplay that was being shoved at her. She died from loneliness in birthing rooms and aloneness in abortion centers.



She died in bathrooms with her veins busting open with self-hatred
and neglect. And sometimes when she refused to die, when she just refused to give in she was killed by the lethal images of blonde hair, blue eyes and flat butts, being rejected by the OJ.'s, the Quincy's, the Cuba's & the Kobe's (just to name a few). Sometimes, she was stomped to death by racism & sexism, executed by hi-tech ignorance while she carried the family in her belly, the community on her head, and the race on her back!

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Friday, June 23, 2006

"I wonder why we take from our women, why we rape our women, do we hate our women?

...food for thought

I think its time we kill for our women. To heal our women. Be real to our women. -- Tupac Shakur (Keep Your Head Up)

I get around. The underground just don't stop for Ho's. -- Tupac Shakur (I Get Around-Same CD)


Dear Black Woman: I know that you have suspected this for many years but now it's time to lay the cards on the table and keep it real.


I hate you.


I know that some of the "heavy" Brotha's say that you are the mother of civilization and every thang but they never taught me that in history class. They never taught me about Queen Nzinga and Candace and the old flix on cable have the queens of Egypt lookin' more like Elizabeth Taylor than Eartha Kitt. I never saw any movies about the original ride or die chick Harriet Tubman who was quick to pull a gat on any sucka that punked out and didn't want to roll with tha crew to the Promised Land. But I did see Butta Fly McQueen flossin' in front of Ms. Scarlett 'bout how she "didn't know nuthin' bout birthin' no babies." White folks call that joint a classic. Church wasn't much better as the only women I ever heard about were a white virgin named Mary and whispers about Sis. Ruth sleepin' with the pastor and half the deacon board.


So I hate you.


Now I ain't tryin' to get all deep and philosophical bout this thang cuz I know that peeps have dropped science about some sort of legacy of slavery and how the white man snatched African men from their women and children. How 100 pound Ol' massa Charlie would have his way with Sallie Mae while all 300 pound Big Buck could do was sit in the corner and cry like a little b....um baby. I've heard the old playa's from down south talk about how every Saturday night when they were out with a sweet lil honey, they ran the risk of having a bunch of good ol boyz snatch her up and throw her in the back of a pickup. So they say when I strike out at you I am really striking out at them and my inability to protect you from them. But that ain't true, I'm just following the pimp code laid down by Bishop Don Juan and them..."Always keep a Ho in her place..."


They tell me that there is some sort of conspiracy to destroy the Black family by givin' the sista's more job opportunities than the Brotha's. Some sort of two for one deal where they can satisfy racial quota requirements by hiring somebody who is both black and female before they hire me. So while you went out lookin' for work , every day I was at home eatin' Cheerios and playin' Play Station. That was until social services told you that you had to choose between me stayin' at your crib and keepin' the welfare check so you could feed my lil seed Tyree. So, I'm back home:a 30 year ol man still sleepin' on his mama's couch.


So I hate you.


Maybe I hate you cuz you hate yourself. This ain't the 60's with Sista's with Angela Davis afros throwin' up the Black fist and demanding RESPECT. This ain't even the Sista Power Hip Hop Era when Latifah was still tha queen and Yo Yo was down with the Intelligent Black Woman's Coalition. I mean Isis long done changed her name to Lin Que. We ain't seen Sista Soulja in a minute and Ms. Melody's been missing in action every since she and Kris got that divorce. I haven't heard a Sista speak what's on her mind in a while. But I do see Betty tha Body's booty on the videos every day. Not even sure if Sista's got a voice cuz in every video they are showin' her behind like it's got a mind of its own. But I watch anyway.


So when I flip the channel on the wide screen and hear about a bunch of white boys rapin' a Sista with a broomstick, I can't even get mad cuz my boy Shawn told how he put an extra C-note in Sexy Chocolate's thong at the Hypnotic Ho Club, last night so that she could do that thang she does with a Colt 45 bottle and some Skittles....


So I hate you.


I heard that some Brotha's and Sista's are calling May "Respect Black Women Month" and starting the R.O.S.E. (Respect Our Sisters Everywhere) movement. I heard that they are asking Hip Hop headz not to call Sista's tha "B" word this month and asking Brotha's to give a rose to any Sista whom they have disrespected...I probably won't participate, though. I can't be no hypocrite.


Like I was tellin' my anger management counselor last week, you know the one that the court assigned me to after I caught that case for slappin' Toneka on the corner of 5th and 3rd, last week? Anyway, he asked me if I hated my moms and I told him that I hated her every since that day when them boyz chased me home from school in the 3rd grade and I hoped that pops would come to the door to have my back but it was mama...Pops had skipped town again. Or that time when it was only mama who came to my graduation...Pops couldn't make it. He was locked up again. I never really liked too much of anything after that. Not even my own reflection in the mirror.


Maybe I hate you so much cuz I hate me.......



SOURCE

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Thursday, June 01, 2006

"She should've kept her mouth shut!"

...continuing on my rant on the silencing of the black woman, I shall recall a recent conversation I had with one of my friends. We were talking about films and movies, and got on the topic of the movie "Crash". Well, there's a scene in the movie involving Terrance Howard, so if you haven't seen the film yet, I suggest you stop reading now.
















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okay. I'll introduce you to what I call a "selective-hypocrite". S/he wants you to take his/her opinions as the gospel, but only when it invovles him/her winning the harmless debate. The film left a lot of things nclear, which I thought was great about the film, becasue it dealt with social issues and seemed like its main goal was to ingite discussion on these issues...so here goes:

The movie is filled with all types of stereotypes by the way...Terrance Howard's character is a successful black man/movie director with Uncle Tom tendancies. One of Terrance's actor employees gets caught "talking white", and Terrance's boss commanded the dude to start "talking black" or else.

I'll explain another scene...there's a racist white cop in the film, who just got a call on a stolen vehicle. Terrance and his wife are in an expensive SUV, leaving some sort of formal dinner-type thing I guess. Terrance's wife has on a nice dress, and Terrance is dressed professionally. Observably, the wife has had one too many cocktails, and is in the car babbling over nothing in the passenger seat. Coincidentally, the racist white cop sees Terrance ride by, and he snaps on his sirens (even though Terrance's car doesn't match the profile of the stolen car in the least bit). Terrance is cool about it...he pulls over...keeps his hands on the steering wheel. Racist cop peeks in...saw the wife on Terrances lap. Terrance asks what the problem is, and the cop came back with some smart aleck remark...asks Terrance where his insurance and stuff is. Terrance has it, and procedes to explain the situation...racist cop aint hearing it. Tells Terrance to step out of the car.

At this point, Terrance is visably pissed, kinda laughs it off a little bit, but does as he is told. The wife, also pissed, rolls her eyes...tells the cop that they had no justifyable cause to pull them over. The cops partner is now searching Terrance...has him all hemmed up on the police car. Humiliating the man basically. The wife asks the cops again, why did they pull them over? Terrance yells for the wife to shut up...that everything will be ok...that he'll handle it. The wife rolls her eyes...mumbles under her breath. The 2nd cop yells that Terrance doesn't have anything on him. Racist cop yanks Terrance's wife out of the car...kinda man handles her a bit, and slams her againt the car. Racist cop then procededs to sexually assault the wife...he sticks his hands up her dress and everything; in front of the other cop and Terrance. Racist cop threatens to throw them in jail on a few bullshit charges, and Terrance ends up apologizing, and begging the cop to let him and his wife be on their way. Later on, the wife is pissed at Terrance's "lack" of manhood...and concludes that Terrance should have done something more to "protect" the wife.

...now according to some, Terrance could've handled the situation perfectly if his wife would have kept her mouth shut like he suggested. In conclusion, because wifey ran her mouth, its her own fault, and she has no one to blame but herself. It is also suggested that the problem with black men/women social issues stem from the premise that black women need to "learn their place"...and that marriages will continue to result in divorce unless we do so.

...my take...a) the outcome would have possibly been different had the wife kept running her mouth...afterall, she was drunk, but in no way does this take away from her behavior. I beleive that if she was 100% sober...she still would've mouthed off to the cop....b)Since when does sexual assault become part of the job description of the police?...I'm pretty sure she was gonna sue their asses...and c)..really, people with the mindstate of the previous paragraph are obviously insecure (at least, that's how they're coming off to me)....they're also not taking into account all factors assocated with so-called "independent women".....they've intimidated by them on the notion that black women benefit the most from Affirmatiive Action issues, so we really have nothing to complain...

...uh...excuse me?

...watch the move "Dirty" with Cuba Gooding too...you'll get my drift

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