I will be participating in a chat about music and Black feminism tomorrow, Monday, December 23, 2013 at 11:00am eastern time. I’m super excited; I love this topic. A few months ago, I wrote an essay called Music As A Source Of Womanist Scholarship. It wasn’t one of my “viral” posts, but definitely a favorite of mine. If you read my blog a lot, you know I talk about womanist politics and music quite a bit (I mean…you saw months of Janelle posts, for example), even beyond the aforementioned essay.
I think the chat will go well with @graceishuman (she runs @NewsandThen), @dreamhampton, @FeministaJones, @Blackamazon and @Karynthia involved as well. I respect them and their views very much. Plus they’re fun.
You can use the hashtag #BlackFemMusic to submit questions!
So excited to have all of y’all be part of this! <3
Me listening to ‘Drunk in Love’
OMG this kid. Can we be friends?
2. Stepping on a staple
3. The mysterious stickiness on the pantry shelf
4. Stepping in a warm puddle on the bathroom floor while wearing my socks
5. A shopping cart that won’t go straight
6. Cold mashed potatoes
7. A hair in my cinnamon roll
8. Grabbing a slimy doorknob
9. Flat Diet Pepsi
10. Post-nasal drip
Hello everyone. On Friday, December 13, 2013, my older brother Chris was brutally attacked at work. He works for a tourist hotel in Port Maria, Jamaica, his country of birth and where he lives now. He barely escaped with his life.
[trigger warning: graphic violence]
Four armed men entered the hotel where he works. Employees ran out screaming, fearing for their lives. One of the men had a gun. One of the men had a machete. The other two were ready to fight. Fear filled the air. My brother handles information technology for the hotel. He was in his office working peacefully that day. All of a sudden, the men busted in. While the hotel has security at night, there is none during the day which impacted everyone’s safety. The men may have known this. They came for computers and anything of value. They jumped on my brother. Four men versus one man. His life was on the line. He could not run away but had to fight his way out of there. He did. He wanted to live. He managed to get the gun away from the most dangerous of the four men (which is amazing to me that he lived; so thankful). While he wrestled and fought two men on the ground as one gathered the goods, the other used the machete and chopped his hands, fingers, and head.
He managed to escape. Body hurt. Bleeding. Pain. He got a taxi and went to hospital. The area near the hotel is desolate so he couldn’t walk to one. His hands and head are severely damaged. He needs extensive hand surgery by extremely skilled people. He has ligament, tendon, nerve and bone damage. His thumb had to be re-attached. He has a massive scar on his head as well. He’s dealing with severe inflammation and we are worried about staph infection and gangrene.
Why I created this campaign is that he is not insured and my family cannot cover all of the costs needed to not only take care of his surgery (which we need to happen immediately), but also for him to survive on. He’s a man who cannot work anymore because he can no longer use his hands for now. He has a long road of surgery and recovery ahead of him.
We need the money for the surgery IMMEDIATELY. We need consistent funds for him to be able to survive as he goes through therapy for a while, as well.
We need your help, love and support. Please [DONATE] and SIGNAL BOOST this if you cannot afford to donate. No amount is too small.
Thank you. Take care. ❤
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Today I watched a GREAT discussion between bell hooks and Melissa Harris-Perry, hosted by The New School. They discussed some great topics centered on Black women’s voices and experiences. I live tweeted the event, which is now in a Storify. To view the event (about an hour and fifteen minutes long), check Ustream. Also The Melissa Harris-Perry Show website should be adding the video soon.
Good stuff. Must watch!
On the super cute video that I just posted of the BLACK mother and BLACK daughter dancing to Beyoncé’s song, part of my blurb read:
This is so great. Super adorable Black mommy and her two year old daughter’s great choreography to Beyoncé’s song “End of Time.”
poppedamail-imsweatin decided to post this comment:
Wait, why did it need to be pointed out that she’s black…?
Because she is. Because the sheer act of mentioning a person’s race is not “racism.” Because the myth of “colourblindness" is racist within itself. Because it matters that Black mothers and their children are portrayed in ways that subvert common stereotypes of Black mothers (uncaring, irresponsible, cold, always strong and unfeeling, lazy, doesn’t exercise, abusive to children) and controlling images (loyal "mammy" but only for White children, "lazy welfare mother," "uncaring ‘ball-busting’ matriarch"). Because the entire mainstream media is dedicated to White supremacy and preserving Whiteness, which is a construct and social position of power, not the same as individual countries’ cultures of White people.
Because I am a Black woman who’s entire PERSONAL blog, which is not a mainstream media outlet, is dedicated to dynamic and diverse presentations of Black girls and Black women in addition to womanist, agnostic atheist, radical humanist and anti-oppression discourse. It’s a personal blog. It cannot even compare in scope to multi-billion dollar media conglomerates’ support of the status quo that I reject.
Because the words “mother” and “woman” are defaulted to “White” via the media, Hollywood, and the government.
Race is removed from stories of excellence while stories of pathology will make sure we know if someone Black is involved. You know how I know someone White did something wrong? When their race is not mentioned until the absolute last moment in the news.
As Kimberlé Crenshaw wrote about using the label “Black”
We all can recognize the distinction between the claims ‘I am Black’ and the claim ‘I am a person who happens to be Black.’ ‘I am Black’ takes the socially imposed identity and empowers it as an anchor of subjectivity. ‘I am Black’ becomes not simply a statement of resistance, but also a positive discourse of self-identification, intimately linked to celebratory statements like the Black nationalist ‘Black is beautiful.’ ‘I am a person who happens to be Black,’ on the other hand, achieves self-identification by straining for a certain universality (in effect, ‘I am first a person’) and for a concomitant dismissal of the imposed category (‘Black’) as contingent, circumstantial, non-determinant. There is truth in both characterizations, of course, but they function, quite differently depending on the political context. At this point in history, a strong case can be made that the most critical resistance strategy for dis-empowered groups is to occupy and defend a politics of social location rather than to vacate and destroy it.
Because there is a history and legacy associated with being Black. One that interrupted African history. One we now subvert and create with and celebrate and experience pain because of and are oppressed because of and are beautiful because of.
Jennifer (Quvenzhané Wallis) and Ashley (Mana Ashida) are best friends and the best detectives in their class. Using Jennifer’s near encyclopedic knowledge of Nancy Drew and Ashley’s powerful snooping skills, the two can solve any problem presented to them. When they take the case of a classmate’s missing dog, they get more than they bargained for when they uncover a smuggling ring. The girls must decide whether to go to the police or solve the case themselves.
For seaberus, who requested “Quvenzhané Wallis and Mana Ashida play part detective team, part buddy cops until all of a sudden they’re playing a real case.”
This needs to be a real thing in the world (except good god please don’t name them “Jennifer” and “Ashley”).