Showing posts with label ankobia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ankobia. Show all posts
How Different?
"How different would our education be if we went to school to learn to create jobs for ourselves?"
~Dr. Amos Wilson
~Dr. Amos Wilson
Cumberbatch o'
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Likely conversation...
Stacey's acquaintance: "Cumberbatch? That's a funny coincidence. Like that British actor...?"
Stacey: "No. It is not funny."
If Stacey did not know. She would not know. (repeat 2x).
But she did know. And so, with a precision our condition in this era and this place call for, she could know that she knew and act like she know.
Genealogy civil war
"Online Database Lists Union and Confederate Civil War Soldiers" http://feedly.com/k/1bVnqx4
Freedom Archives Search Engine
Freedom Archives Search Engine:
Good resource for 1st hand documentation.
Good resource for 1st hand documentation.
Free and Happy
~David Walker, Walker's Appeal, in Four Articles; Together with a Preamble, to the Colored Citizens of the World, but in Particular, and Very Expressly, to Those of the United States of America (Boston, Massachusetts, September 28, 1829).
A 1ne 2wo, A 1one 2wo.
light up in that spot
knowin' that we can rock
doin the hole-in-the-wall spot
this shit here- must stop
like freeze,
we makin' the crowd move
but we not makin' no Gs
and that's a no-no."
~Andre
And He Didn't Believe
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Lumumba was black
And he didn't trust
The whores all powdered
With uranium dust.
Lumumba was black
And he didn't believe
The lies thieves shook
Through their "freedom" sieve.
Lumuba was black.
His blood was red-
And for being a man
They killed him dead.
They buried Lumumba
In an unmarked grave.
But he needs no marker-
For air is his grave.
Sun is his grave,
Moon is, stars are,
Space is his grave.
My heart's his grave
And it's marked there.
Tomorrow will mark
It everywhere.
~Langston Hughes,
(1961)
Purge
Who can purge my heart
Of the song
And the sadness?
Who can purge my heart
But the song
Of the sadness?
What can purge my heart
Of the sadness
Of the song?
Do not speak of sorrow
With dust in her hair,
Or bits of dust in eyes
A chance wind blows there.
The sorrow that I speak of is dusted with despair.
Voice of muted trumpet.
Cold brass in warm air.
Bitter television blurred
By song that shimmers-
Where?
Langston Hughes, Song
for Billy Holiday
Go Slow
Go Slow, they say-
While the bite
Of the dog is fast.
Go slow, I hear-
While they tell me
You can't eat here!
You can't live here!
You can't work here!
Don't demonstrate! Wait
While they lock the gate. . . .
~Langston Hughes, "Go Slow," c1960
Neteru 2000s Lynching. Seeen?
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~Hubert Harrison, When Africa Awakes: The "Inside Story" of the Stirrings and Strivings of the New Negro in the Western World (1920)
...read his conclusion as his next line asks, "What, then, is the cure?".
Neteru, Awo. I ask(?) you too, why do white men imprison black men in America...Ditto.
(@...how many black & brown men does that chart disemploy AND white men employ or emprofit until the next lynching?)
Happy Born Day MLK (King on Jerusalem Slim)
"We have the power to make the church that institution
that even the young people who feel temporarily separated from
and even get them to have a new loyalty
because they'll know that we're on the battle line for them.
And they'll come to see
that jesus christ was not a white man.
...christianity is not just a western religion.
We can make the church recapture it's authentic reign,
we have the power
to change America
and give a kind of new vitality
to the religion of jesus christ."
(don't be afraid...you and i were meant to die).
King On Ybp
Keep It On The (Download)
& one mo'gin (repost): http://bconx.blogspot.com/2010/03/teach-negro-child-60-ways-to-despise.html
Still Here
Still Here
I've been scarred and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me, sun has baked me.
Looks like between 'em
They done tried to make me
Stop laughing, stop loving, stop living-
But I don't care!
I'm still here!
~Langston Hughes
Haley's Ancestral Environment, Virginia & Modern Chaos Design
CAPTURE
"In 1976, the African-American writer Alex Haley traced the story of his black family in the popular book Roots. He discovered that his "furthest-back-person" in america was Kunta Kinte, a Gambian who had been brought in chains from West Africa to Annapolis, Maryland, in the 1760s aboard the English slave ship Lord Ligonier. Haley (who also wrote the powerful Autobiography of Malcolm X) was fortunate in knowing the name of his first American forebear and in being able to locate the exact ship on which he arrived. But the facts themselves are remarkably typical. On average, the furthest- back New World ancestor for any African American today would have reached these shores shortly before the American Revolution, just as Kunta Kinte did. (By comparison, the largest migrations of Europeans and asians to the United states began in the late 19th century and grew larger in the twentieth century. So the average white resident of the United States has a far shorter American ancestry, as does the average Asian-American citizen)."
~To Make Our World Anew, by Robin D.G. Kelley, Earl Lewis
Ise MASSA'S FIDDLA
At minute 3:55 Fiddler tells sets about convincing an Afrikan that he is a nigger. “Yo name is Toby!” But Kunta (intact yut) stands up and prioritizes his real name.
More Hosea Easton, 1837 Afrikan Fya*
"I repeat, that emancipation embraces the idea that the eman- cipated must be placed back where slavery found them, and restore to them all that slavery has taken away from them. Merely to cease beating the colored people, and leave them in their gore, and call it emancipation, is nonsense. Nothing short of an entire reversal of the slave system in theory and practice — in general and in particular — will ever accomplish the work of redeeming the colored people of this country from their present condition. Let the country, then, no longer act the part of the thief. Let the free states no longer act the part of them who passed by on the other side, and leaving the colored people half dead, especially when they were beaten by their own hands, and so call it emancipation — raising a wonderment why the half dead people do not heal themselves."
~Hosea Easton, Treatise on the Intellectual Character, and the Civil and Political Condition of the Colored People of the United States, 1837, Boston.
*Fya from way back ova deah. Beloved predated David Walker Fya 2 years (boston yuts dem cohm wit dit -awo)
Seen?
Have you seen?
Have you seen the new ones?
ReIdren.
Black folks that as CLR James said
"we have never seen [before]
with so much concern
with so much less complaint
with so much more decision to solve their problems.
It dem.
Dey ah go build
we independent black organizations.
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