Please remember that often the things you desire the most are the held from you for a reason...
I am by no means a 'black history' buff, grant it I know a bit more than my peers but I am an enigma wrapped is a dream so go figure, black people are my passion and to separate myself from myself and view the separated pieces through a 'lens' offends me, but anyway on to 12 Years A Slave and its personal impact. The American brand of slavery is like no other in the world and its ramifications are far reaching and of course it is all by design. I wanted to see the movie 'privately' like only black in a theater that seats say 150 and only had 4 folks watching. I picked a matinee showing, treated myself to lunch and walked into a theater full of my white cousins...SHIT!!!! I did some breathing exercises reminded myself that I was there for ME and sat down to the movie. It was awe inspiring, to see the American brand of human chattel displayed in 'living color' had me go through every emotion, my old familiars, unfulfilled black wrath, and angry black woman were on deck as soon as I sat down, but to experience utter help and hopelessness so much so that as soon as the film ended, I went and cried (crying now DAMN), not for the validity of the past but for the hope of the future for Blacks in this country. Jews will never grow old or get angry at the rehashing of the Holocaust, we, us, black folks get mad, angry, even belligerent at the mention of forty year-old historical strife. Why is that? DO we not value ALL of our voices? Everyone's story is valid even the ones that are difficult to hear; in the telling we gift that story life to give life back to the ones who need to hear it. That theater should have been packed with black people, like the same number of folks who went to see The Best Man Holiday? All we do is grin and skin (yes!!! a classic mommyism) then, weep moan and beat our chest at the wasted life of a young person. Do you think they knew their history? Do you know your history or do you run to the arms of Madea when times get tough? I am not knocking any of these other flicks but the question of have you invested in YOUR black soul so much so that when shit hits the fan as it always will you have the tenacity of your ancestors to fall back upon? When I was at UM I knew I would usher in the revolution...I too have fallen by the wayside. This is not an excuse but a painful reminder that I cannot hold others at fault for doing what they know, I can only be an example of how to go back and reclaim what was lost. America will never fess up to its grave human rights violations unless the violated hold America's feet to the fire. The Chinese did, the Jews did, why haven't we? 12 Years A Slave will go down as an excellent movie which it is, but to me, it, like Roots, is a testimony waiting to be acknowledged, a sign prompting some to action. How many can stand and say they heard the call?
Monday, November 18, 2013
Friday, October 4, 2013
Quiet as it is kept I love history, I really, really do, but I don't wax poetic over the lies we have been fed. I have always questioned the 'why/why not' factor? There is no way possible to present the totality of history from one point of view. Even if you were the only agent operating there is more than your point of view to the tale.So I always asked what did the 'loser' have to say and if it isn't presented then it is in fact an act of ommission which is defined as:
o·mis·sion
ōˈmiSHən/
noun
- 1.someone or something that has been left out or excluded."there are glaring omissions in the report"or more simply stated a LIE. WE should be well aquainted with lies, and liars, we have been lied to OUR whole life some we except, Santa, Easter Bunny, Tooth-fairy, dogs going to heaven, others not so much:I was introduced to a lie (BELOW) that deserves the above treatment...YEP THAT GETS THE GTSOH slap...on to AL Franken territoryLove our LYING elected officials-IT'S GOING DOWN-Why do we engage in these dumb playground battles?The bully NEVER looks good, EVER!!!!!The Republican party (BULLIES) are known to have a fit of bitchery when they don't get their way, it gets so bad they nut up on each other!!!! (TEA PARTY-no knowledge of what that govt. debacle was and why it really happened). They have pulled this crap every time, E.V.E.R.Y.T.I.M.E. a democrat has the big chair. Ever since LINCOLN put a halt (not a stop) to some of the foolishness (goodbye slavery hello MASS INCARCERATION-their population masses look eerily similar...ijs) anyway.2013-Obama and Affordable Care Act vs Boehner and the confused ole boys and girls (the ones just fighting to fight)Obama passed a law that would help EVERYBODY but the RP sees it differently1995/96-Clinton vs Newt and the confused old boys and girls (again?)Clinton wanted to funding for Medicare, education, the environment, and public health in the 1996 federal budget. Newt and his cronies said NOT SO BUDDY 2 mths off right at Christmas time NEWT was the GRINCH who stole Christmas 19951976-Carter- the genesis of the shenanigans
Tuesday, September 3, 2013
So I am going to do this at least 2 times a week...most will be funny (my life is), sometimes inspiring
So I got up this morning, did my prayers, did some yoga, and did a suicide Susie mission to the office to fax something off at like 7:30. I walk out the door and I kid you not this dog looked back at his owner and laid out, not on the side contemplating, but stomach fur to the air in protest about going back to his house. I had a glorious laugh fit on the porch, his owner was like why are you being so difficult. I asked what was the issue and she said that he is having a fit because he is used to taking longer walks. She was so nice she bent over and carried him until he got antsy and walked on his own, back to the house. I often look at things or occurrences that I encounter and wonder if there is a message there for me...yes I do that. So back to the scenario...I saw or could see myself in the roles of both the owner and the dog. I ultimately control what my response is in the situations I encounter. I can wallow in my defeat (the dog) or I can look at it, learn from it, pick up and move where I know I am supposed to go,and eventually the situation comes to terms with itself and accepts the ultimate plan.
#TEAMCHRISTA
So I got up this morning, did my prayers, did some yoga, and did a suicide Susie mission to the office to fax something off at like 7:30. I walk out the door and I kid you not this dog looked back at his owner and laid out, not on the side contemplating, but stomach fur to the air in protest about going back to his house. I had a glorious laugh fit on the porch, his owner was like why are you being so difficult. I asked what was the issue and she said that he is having a fit because he is used to taking longer walks. She was so nice she bent over and carried him until he got antsy and walked on his own, back to the house. I often look at things or occurrences that I encounter and wonder if there is a message there for me...yes I do that. So back to the scenario...I saw or could see myself in the roles of both the owner and the dog. I ultimately control what my response is in the situations I encounter. I can wallow in my defeat (the dog) or I can look at it, learn from it, pick up and move where I know I am supposed to go,and eventually the situation comes to terms with itself and accepts the ultimate plan.
#TEAMCHRISTA
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