"If you think I'm a nigger, it means you need it. and if you invented it ...why? ...simply to face that question."
James Baldwin on Castration & Facing Things
"If you think I'm a nigger, it means you need it. and if you invented it ...why? ...simply to face that question."
Fundamental Difference
The grace with which we embrace
Life in spite of the pain, the
Sorrow
Is always a measure of what has
Gone before.
~Alice Walker, Fundamental Difference
Michael & Ali
Idren, 'magine Ali's flow 'pon Ant Banks beat, AWO.
~give tanks (fi constant fya) DV & Kernal.
Bedtime
Little Big Man was sitting on my lap. It was bedtime and he'd been lotioned up and we'd just finished reading his bedtime story.
a
The little guy was sad. We'd just had it out earlier because he claimed he wanted cereal for dinner, but when I gave him his bowl, he did more playing than eating. I tolerate a lot of stuff, but I don't tolerate wasting food. It just wasn't allowed in my house growing up, and even today it's like I can see the actual dollars attached to the food being tossed out.
a
Little Big Man is pouting now, his face is buried in my chest and I can still smell the cereal on his hands. Damn, should have done a better job washing those hands, but I'm tired. It's time for his prayers, but I figure we'd better talk it out.
a
"What's wrong man, you sad?"
a
He nods into my chest. I've been trying to break him of this nodding thing and get him to say "Yes sir" every time, but it's a work in progress. Plus, my wife thinks there is something "country" about adding the honorific "sir" and "ma'am" to responses. People these days, I tell you.
a
"I can't hear you man. Are you sad?"
a
Another nod, this time while squeezing me tighter.
a
"Why you sad"
a
"Ummmm..."
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He likes saying "um" now. I didn't teach him that. Just like I didn't teach him to say "tasty" when he likes food, or to say "I love it" when he likes something. I don't know where he's picking this stuff since he's around my wife and I all day. Maybe tv, maybe our passing conversations, but he amazes me all the time with the things he does and says.
a
"You sad 'cause of Daddy?"
a
He nods his head.
a
"Why Daddy made you sad?"
a
"Um...""Daddy was mean to you? That's why you sad?"
a
"Yes.""Daddy wasn't trying to be mean, Daddy was trying to teach you something. Daddy has to discipline you so you can grow up right. Daddy has to show you what to do, right?"
a
Silence.
a
"Does Daddy love you?"
a
"No."
a
"Look at me."
a
The little boy has amazing eyes. I feel sorry for all you mothers and fathers out there with little girls because I got a feeling my little man is going to break hearts. Expressive eyes, that are so brown it's shocking. He hates to meet my eyes when he's angry, but I force him to anyway. My father taught me that. Look a man in his eyes and he knows you're a man as well.
a
"Little Big Man, Daddy always loves you, no matter what. But, just 'cause Daddy loves you doesn't mean he's going to let you do what you want. Sometimes Daddy has to be mean."
a
I kiss him. He giggles, then hugs me. "You still mad?"
a
He shakes his head. "You love Daddy?"
a
This time I get a nod. It's enough.
a
"Let's say our prayers."
Source Bro. Raving Black Lunatic: http://ravingblacklunatic.blogspot.com/2009/10/bedtime.html
a
The little guy was sad. We'd just had it out earlier because he claimed he wanted cereal for dinner, but when I gave him his bowl, he did more playing than eating. I tolerate a lot of stuff, but I don't tolerate wasting food. It just wasn't allowed in my house growing up, and even today it's like I can see the actual dollars attached to the food being tossed out.
a
Little Big Man is pouting now, his face is buried in my chest and I can still smell the cereal on his hands. Damn, should have done a better job washing those hands, but I'm tired. It's time for his prayers, but I figure we'd better talk it out.
a
"What's wrong man, you sad?"
a
He nods into my chest. I've been trying to break him of this nodding thing and get him to say "Yes sir" every time, but it's a work in progress. Plus, my wife thinks there is something "country" about adding the honorific "sir" and "ma'am" to responses. People these days, I tell you.
a
"I can't hear you man. Are you sad?"
a
Another nod, this time while squeezing me tighter.
a
"Why you sad"
a
"Ummmm..."
a
He likes saying "um" now. I didn't teach him that. Just like I didn't teach him to say "tasty" when he likes food, or to say "I love it" when he likes something. I don't know where he's picking this stuff since he's around my wife and I all day. Maybe tv, maybe our passing conversations, but he amazes me all the time with the things he does and says.
a
"You sad 'cause of Daddy?"
a
He nods his head.
a
"Why Daddy made you sad?"
a
"Um...""Daddy was mean to you? That's why you sad?"
a
"Yes.""Daddy wasn't trying to be mean, Daddy was trying to teach you something. Daddy has to discipline you so you can grow up right. Daddy has to show you what to do, right?"
a
Silence.
a
"Does Daddy love you?"
a
"No."
a
"Look at me."
a
The little boy has amazing eyes. I feel sorry for all you mothers and fathers out there with little girls because I got a feeling my little man is going to break hearts. Expressive eyes, that are so brown it's shocking. He hates to meet my eyes when he's angry, but I force him to anyway. My father taught me that. Look a man in his eyes and he knows you're a man as well.
a
"Little Big Man, Daddy always loves you, no matter what. But, just 'cause Daddy loves you doesn't mean he's going to let you do what you want. Sometimes Daddy has to be mean."
a
I kiss him. He giggles, then hugs me. "You still mad?"
a
He shakes his head. "You love Daddy?"
a
This time I get a nod. It's enough.
a
"Let's say our prayers."
Source Bro. Raving Black Lunatic: http://ravingblacklunatic.blogspot.com/2009/10/bedtime.html
When Will Adults Take Responsibility For Youth Violence
When Will Adults Take Responsibility For Youth Violence
By Tolu Olorunda
A couple of weeks back, Attorney General Eric Holder, responding to the horrific caught-on-tape death of 16-year-old Chicagoan Derrion Albert, hoped it would serve as a “stark wake-up call to a reality that can be easy for too many to ignore as they go about their daily lives.” More importantly, Holder poignantly explained why the ongoing onslaught of Youth-on-Youth attacks must be understood within a universal context: “Youth violence is not a Chicago problem anymore than it is a black problem, a white problem, or a Hispanic problem. … It is an American problem.”
What I wished the Attorney General would also say, which he failed to, was that as much as it is a national - and really international - “problem,” it’s also an adult problem. Often, when Youth channel their rage and righteous indignation unproductively, it is mostly a cry for attention and care, a tragic reaction to feelings of abandonment and invincibility.For as James Baldwin once cogently wrote, “Every child’s sense of himself is terrifyingly fragile. He is really at the mercy of his elders, and when he finds himself totally at the mercy of his peers, who know as little about themselves as he, it is because his peers’ elders have abandoned them. … But children, I submit, cannot be fooled.” [1]
Children - and Youth - cannot be fooled!
The death of Derrion Albert, sad as it was, might just be the catalyst needed to turn a sharper gaze upon the vulnerable conditions youth of color are subdued by - all the days of their lives.
If, however, we resort to the reactionary, repetitive recoil of rebuking young folk for their recalcitrance, that brutal scene, captured on camera, would be looped over and over again - to the pain and anguish of mothers like Anjanette Albert, Donna Hood, and Yeimi Tirado.Rev. Father Michael Pfleger, senior pastor of St. Sabina, located in the South Side of Chicago, called for a fast earlier this year, and flew the national flag above his church upside down, to raise consciousness about the horrifically high rate of teen shootings and deaths Chicago had produced in those few months alone. For this, he was attacked and protested. Those who remonstrated against him claimed to be just as sympathetic to the crisis at-hand, but, on the other hand, felt disrespected. Rev. Pfleger, to hear them tell it, was merely exploiting this pet-project to generate some controversy. The scores of lives lost in just a few months still hadn’t constituted adequately “a signal of dire distress,” it seemed they were trying to say.
But, for so long, such has been the narrative promulgated by too many adults. Rather than engaging substantively in constructive discussions about the future of youth, and the immediate invalidation their realities pose to any remote possibility of democracy, some adults have instead invoked personal childhood contrasts to defend their docility. In short, blaming young folk has gained ground as a legitimate response to undeniable suffering.
In his seminal text, Race Matters, Princeton professor Cornel West took to task the indifference youth of color are, disproportionately, asked to cope with as they journey through life. Parental imperfection, he argued, coupled with corporate aggressiveness is recipe for a life extinguished of all hope: “The tragic plight of our children clearly reveals our deep disregard for public well-being. … Most of our children - neglected by overburdened parents and bombarded by the market values of profit-hungry corporations - are ill-equipped to live lives of spiritual and cultural quality.” [2]
Thankfully, no group is monolithic.So that, while some elderly folk felt it necessary to enlist the National Guard or other State-sponsored apparatus to put pressure on the wrongdoers, others, like Rev. Marcia Dyson, understood that an arms-race in the ghetto - between youth of color and the police (who are already authorized to carry M-4 carbines, anyway) - would only exacerbate the casualties - rather than provide much-needed assuagement. Earlier this year, she asked that the Black Community join her in fasting and praying for peace concerning the raging violence in Chicago - her hometown.Of course, it’s never just about youth-on-youth activities. What the grave truth many fail to admit is that the society of which we are a part has not only made youth of low priority, but in many instances, of no priority. Youth are, often, perceived - treated - as nothing but a problem, a hassle, a nuisance to the freedom adults worked their whole lives to attain. This line-of-thinking is at work in the mind of the teenage new mother who dumps her daughter in the trash can. [3]
That same mother, who we are quick to vilify, quick to demonize, quick to ostracize, is but a mere reflection of the society that now turns its back on her.She is very perceptive. She understands that the same society which has built billion dollar prisons - money which could be put into much, much, much better use (i.e. education, shelter, employment opportunities, social programs, etc.) - to house her, and those who look, act, think like her, is in no moral position to wag its finger in her face, or shake its head in disappointment.She can also see young men around her whose lives have been handed over to the State - custodian of the futures of many (once) young, promising souls.
Young people aren’t stupid. They’ve witnessed, in little over three decades, a complete disregard for the high esteem society once treated its young with.What is soullessness but the inability of a people to make the connection between children and the future?It seems some have deluded themselves into thinking mortality isn’t real - or inevitable: I’m gonna live forever/ I’m gonna learn how to fly!As Henry Giroux writes in his powerful new text, Youth in a Suspect Society, “If youth once constituted a social investment in the future and symbolized the promise of a better world, they are now entering another stage in the construction of a global social order in which children are increasingly demonized and criminalized.” [4]
The problem is society does not want to be bankrupt (too late!) - and it sees Youth as a very real, but containable, danger to its financial stability. Containment is easy. Society knows this. When you have a problem, the speediest way to get rid of it is - to get rid of it. In society’s eyes, youth are the - not just a - problem. And the increases in prison-funding, the increases in militarized school complexes, the increases in arbitrary police power, are all indicators of the need to get rid - as fast as possible! - of this ever growing problem: Young people.Giroux expands more on this phenomenon in Youth:More and more youth have been defined and understood within a war on terror that provides an expansive, antidemocratic framework for referencing how they are represented, talked about, and inserted within a growing network of disciplinary relations that responds to the problems they face by criminalizing their behaviors and subjecting them to punitive modes of conduct. [5]
A couple of weeks back, video surfaced of a 15-year-old Black boy, Marshawn Pitts, recounting an experience that left him scars, bruises, fractures, and a broken nose. Pitts, a special needs student, was walking to his locker when a police officer began verbally abusing him, then flung him across the hall, smashed his face into the floor, and made punching bags of his cheeks. His crime? An untucked shirt. It would sound unbelievable to some and made up to others, but, luckily for Pitts, the attack was caught on tape.Pitts’ story, regrettably, is but a mere microcosm of the reality most poor Youth of color currently live under the shadow of.Being smashed into walls, cussed out, teased, mocked, and attacked at school is, in many ways, for a number of students, an inextricable part of the educational experience. The only difference, now, is that unlike the days of old when it was one’s classmates exhibiting such demented displays of moral ineptitude, police officers, increasingly, have begun adopting similar measures to contain the threat factor they believe students - no matter how young or unintimidating - pose to their wellbeing (and ego).
Of course, the parallel hardly exists. Unlike your classmate who could be reported to the principal’s office and, soon after, corrected, reprimanded, or, as last resort, suspended, the men in blue are inordinately unaccountable in school settings. And the litany of reports detailing hostile confrontations between teachers, parents, and administrators, with the paid security personnel - due to allegations of misconduct - show just why any militarized measures to monitor or manage kids’ conducts often leads to even more deleterious consequences - for all involved.In that sense, the Prison culture, the inescapable future for many Youth - of all stripes, color, and creed - must be understood for what it is - a cowardly construction to dispose of those members of society we have no use for anymore.If this, indeed, is all society has to offer its young, what possible future can tomorrow’s leaders count on?
I.F. Stone had it right: “[I]f there were no handful of the desperate in the ghetto and on the campus to make threats and hurl rocks, who in our smug and complacent established order would begin to listen and to move a little?” [6]
[1] Baldwin, James. Collected Essays. New York: Library of America, 1998, p. 794.
[2] West, Cornel. Race Matters. Boston: Beacon Press, 1993, p. 7.
[3] Allusion to: Tupac Shakur, “Brenda’s Got a Baby,” 2Pacalypse Now, 1991. (A powerfully-provoking song from a much-misunderstood soul.)
[4] Giroux, Henry. Youth in a Suspect Society: Democracy or Disposability?New York: Palgrave Macmillan, 2009, p. 29.
[5] Ibid. Youth, p. 72.
[6] Stone, I.F. “Who Are The Real Kooks In Our Society?” I.F. Stone’s Bi-Weekly 9 March 1970.
Biko On Fear
(kiotd-download)
The process of fear of politics implant on idren in Aparthied Azania was run identically on negroes of idren's parents' generation (civil rights, integration).
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Babylon System (Tradition), Or The Danger of a Single Story
Chimamanda Adichie: The danger of a single story
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Bob Marley - Babylon System
We refuse to be
What you wanted us to be;
We are what we are:
That's the way (way) it's going to be.
If you don't know!
You can't educate I
For no equal opportunity:
(Talkin' 'bout my freedom)
Talkin' 'bout my freedom,
People freedom (freedom) and liberty!
Yeah, we've been trodding on the winepress much too long:
Rebel, rebel!
Yes, we've been trodding on the winepress much too long:
Rebel, rebel!
Babylon system is the vampire, yea! (vampire)
Suckin' the children day by day, yeah!
Me say: de Babylon system is the vampire, falling empire,
Suckin' the blood of the sufferers, yea-ea-ea-ea-e-ah!
Building church and university, wo-o-ooh, yeah!
-Deceiving the people continually, yea-ea!
Me say them graduatin' thieves and murderers;
Look out now: they suckin' the blood of the sufferers (sufferers).
Yea-ea-ea! (sufferers)
Tell the children the truth;
Tell the children the truth;
Tell the children the truth right now!
Come on and tell the children the truth;
Tell the children the truth;
Tell the children the truth;
Tell the children the truth;
Come on and tell the children the truth.
'Cause - 'cause we've been trodding on ya winepress much too long:
Rebel, rebel!
And we've been taken for granted much too long:
Rebel, rebel now!
(Trodding on the winepress)
Trodding on the winepress (rebel):got to rebel, y'all (rebel)!
We've been trodding on the winepress much too long - ye-e-ah! (rebel)
Yea-e-ah! (rebel) Yeah! Yeah!
From the very day we left the shores (trodding on the winepress)
Of our Father's land (rebel),
We've been trampled on (rebel),
Oh now! (we've been oppressed, yeah!)
Lord, Lord, go to ...
[*Sleeve notes continue:
Now we know everything we got to rebel
Somebody got to pay for the work
We've done, rebel.]
give thanks fru/la ...ita fi loop play in projector d'idren center (smile).
Aguacero - Sandra Maria Esteves
Stunning & beautiful piece called Aguacero by Nubian Boricua Sandra Maria Esteves
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