”In Nigerian culture, the most important things are God, education, and family—in that order. There are very high expectations, especially from the children of immigrants, to get a college degree—even an advanced degree—and become something very prestigious, such as a doctor. If you become something else, you never really live up to that standard, and if you don’t have a college degree, then you’re nothing. For example, my passion is in design, drawing, buildings, and architecture, but no one really saw a job opportunity with that. If I am an architect or a teacher, which I am now, people would say, ‘Oh, that’s nice, but you could’ve been a doctor.’
“As women, we also face a timetable of expectations at certain stages in our lives: When we are in our early twenties, we should be working on our master’s degrees or doctorates. In our mid- to late twenties, we should be working on getting a husband, and so on. Right now, I should be working on getting a husband.”
Hmm. I would have said “God, family, education,” but otherwise, true to my experience in my family.
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may tread me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I’ll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don’t you take it awful hard
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own back yard.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
- “Still I Rise,” Maya Angelou
This sunday during the SuperBowl natives on twitter have planned a movement to get all racist mascots banned. Originally we were planning to trend #changethename but as many know we have been told our ht will be filtered as spam. In an attempt to counter this censorship we have planned to use a newhashtag but it will not be revealed until the superbowl.
It seems @nflcommish is already starting damage control and posting articles stating that his polls are more relevant than the native people who have spoken out against mascots. We are also encouraging natives on sunday to tweet @nflcommish telling him you are against native mascots. He will not be able to ignore the many native voices when they flood his mentions. Many have already begun challenging him on the fact he wouldnt call them a redskin to their face and he has not responded.
********Please keep in mind that in order to get a hashtag trending we will need people to manually post tweets rather than just retweet.*****
So please keep an eye on users in the #changethename tag and please spread the word to your family, friends and allies to join twitter and be logged on, superbowl sunday so we can make some noise and show everyone natives are not a force to be reckoned with.
We cannot be sovereign if we are not in control of how we want to be represented so these issues ARE important.
Ever since you came, the kids have really changed a lot and so have I..
I love this show so much.
"I still believe the only chance for the human race to survive is to give up such pleasures as war, racism and private profit."