Jay-Z disses Deshawn Stevenson
Pro'verb gets at Jay-Z and Lebron
Monday, April 28, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
Partial Vindication for A Friend's Broken Heart
So de white man throw down de load and tell de nigger man tuh pick it up. He pick it up because he have to, but he don’t tote it. He hand it to his womenfolks. De nigger woman is demule uh de world so fur as Ah can see. Ah been prayin’ fuh it tuh be different wid you. Lawd, Lawd, Lawd!
-Zora Neale Hurston (1891–1960), African-American novelist, short story writer, folklorist, playwright and anthropologist
I had a very intense conversation with a really good friend a couple of days back. This is a young woman that I have known for nearly all of my life. She told me of her recent encounter with this young man that she was dating. The relationship went sour, some drama happened, then some more drama happened. While im listening to her story I can only become infuriated with this guy. I have heard of him and what he is about from a few other people. This guy went from praising this woman to publicly damning her. That conversation led me to posting the following on SGGDC.COM.
Generally i am a kind, warm, forgiving, and understanding person. but man some of these young guys out here are truly on their head.
This statement is in no ways an attempt to demean and decharacterize all of the intelligent, reputable men out there. It this is only a means to articulate on the truculent nature of some of our surrounding beings. Although I have been graciously denied the pleasure, or lack thereof, of ever encountering a man so vile and despicable as the one whom this verbalization was inspired, this statement serves as partial vindication for my fellow females who have. If this offends you in anyway, then perhaps my purpose in writing this was satisfied, maybe you should check yourself.
You are pure worthless filth. it disgust me to even think about the lack of respect, compassion, and morals that you possess towards women. All i can do is look towards your mother and the women who raised you and ask are you pleased with the degenerate fruit that you have allowed to roam this earth? Are you proud that this is the type of person that you have damned upon society? or are you too tormented by what has become of your seed? What makes you think that you can treat people the way you do? So keep stunting for the cameras and the girls sweetheart you are going to get yours one day. and i am telling you your day is coming really soon.
Seriously some of you ladies need to be way more selective in the males that you decide to commit yourselves to. Listen to your intuition and the stories of women around you, they are not always jealous.
Women are the birthers(yes i made that word up!) of our world. We are the beginning. No man can come into earth, unless it is through us. Therefore, as women we physically and emotionally carry our society with us. I've never understood how black men can degrade the mothers of their society the way they do. Beyond the videos, beyond the music, beyond the magazines and television shows, everyday in the "Real World" . But at the same time, i have never understood why Black Women allow themselves to be degraded. Perhaps i will delve into this topic more throughly at a later time...
-Zora Neale Hurston (1891–1960), African-American novelist, short story writer, folklorist, playwright and anthropologist
I had a very intense conversation with a really good friend a couple of days back. This is a young woman that I have known for nearly all of my life. She told me of her recent encounter with this young man that she was dating. The relationship went sour, some drama happened, then some more drama happened. While im listening to her story I can only become infuriated with this guy. I have heard of him and what he is about from a few other people. This guy went from praising this woman to publicly damning her. That conversation led me to posting the following on SGGDC.COM.
Generally i am a kind, warm, forgiving, and understanding person. but man some of these young guys out here are truly on their head.
This statement is in no ways an attempt to demean and decharacterize all of the intelligent, reputable men out there. It this is only a means to articulate on the truculent nature of some of our surrounding beings. Although I have been graciously denied the pleasure, or lack thereof, of ever encountering a man so vile and despicable as the one whom this verbalization was inspired, this statement serves as partial vindication for my fellow females who have. If this offends you in anyway, then perhaps my purpose in writing this was satisfied, maybe you should check yourself.
You are pure worthless filth. it disgust me to even think about the lack of respect, compassion, and morals that you possess towards women. All i can do is look towards your mother and the women who raised you and ask are you pleased with the degenerate fruit that you have allowed to roam this earth? Are you proud that this is the type of person that you have damned upon society? or are you too tormented by what has become of your seed? What makes you think that you can treat people the way you do? So keep stunting for the cameras and the girls sweetheart you are going to get yours one day. and i am telling you your day is coming really soon.
Seriously some of you ladies need to be way more selective in the males that you decide to commit yourselves to. Listen to your intuition and the stories of women around you, they are not always jealous.
Women are the birthers(yes i made that word up!) of our world. We are the beginning. No man can come into earth, unless it is through us. Therefore, as women we physically and emotionally carry our society with us. I've never understood how black men can degrade the mothers of their society the way they do. Beyond the videos, beyond the music, beyond the magazines and television shows, everyday in the "Real World" . But at the same time, i have never understood why Black Women allow themselves to be degraded. Perhaps i will delve into this topic more throughly at a later time...
Rock The Books! ok & the Vote too.
Everyone is so exicited about the entire Democratic Primary Election Process. And of course now that there is still no clear nominee, the elections have pussyfooted into North Carolina, givng the people false hope that they are important. And guess what? Someone I know would be the ones pissing in their pants with excitment.
My friend Gary has to be one of the most estactic (did i spell that right?) persons I have ever met about this entire primary election process. Sometimes I just chuckle at his naivety, while at other times I admire his dedication and encourage his activism.
Finals week begins next week, and all my teachers are throwing review sessions out left and right. Now, Gary always attends class, so when he wasnt in class yesterday, I grew concerned. Especially because the teacher was giving out mas extra points, and i knew Gary needed some.
So when class is over, he hits me up, tells me he is planning a march, and gets blown that i say i dont want to go.
**beginning of conversation**
Me: what happened to you in class today, Prof Welborne was giving points for the final
Him: oh, i had a meeting with the corporal so we could get police officers to block off the the street.
Me: block off the street for what?
Him: we're having a march and your marching with us!
Me:really im coming? what are you marching for?
Him: we are meeting at the statue of the A & T 4 and marching to the court house to vote!
Me: not where are u marching to...why, for what reason. but i cant vote in North Carolina. im registered to vote in MD, and im an independent so i cant even vote in the Democratic primaries there.
Him: oh well it dont matter. just come out and march with us. your parents, grand-parents, great great grand parents all fought for your right to vote.
Me: actually i just spoke with my grandpa yesterday and he told me he hasnt voted in about 30 years. but are u just marching to get to the voting booth, or are u marching for some other cause? you sure you dont want to save all this energy for the real election in the fall?
Him: So you are not going to come out?
Me:Yeah, I don't know. We'll see.
**end of conversation**
I do feel kinda bad for not wanting to participate in the march. I will spread the word so other people who are registered to vote can go out and Barack The Vote because I really do want to see him in office. Gary really almost got me when he said the whole our parents, grand-parents, great great grand parents spill. One because just hearing the words Mother or Grandmother gives me a resurgance of emotions that I have tried to supress for years. And two because I was often with either one of them when it was time to vote.
I used to walk with my Gma to William Paca Elementary School from my her house so that she could go vote. This was before Washington Heights was shut down to make way for swanky new condos, and before that tricky little wooden fence was built that seperated the Village Green community from the rich patrons of Fed Ex Field . I would slide into the voting booth with her and just watch. Or waking up extra early with my mother to go to Glenarden Municipal Center, and seeing a long line of people of color exercising their Democratic Rights.
But at the same time my grandparents and parents also fought and worked to death (Gma & Mom literally) so that I could go to college and get an education. To that is what they dedicated their life. To see me, and my sister, and my cousins succeed and become intelligent beings who would be able to successfully attack the system.
I know to some that this may seem like something that a guilty conscience would say to ease its restless mind, but the reality of it all is that the primary elections dont mean a damn thing. The presidental election doesnt mean anything either. The people who really establish, implement, and destroy laws are the congressmen and women. All the president can do is say yes, or say no. and if he says no, if the people in congress are united they can just overrule him. And if those people in Congress are not afraid of the citizens of the United States then they will continue to do whatever it is that they have decided was on their agenda.
Only through unbiased education, humanity, and yes active particpation in the goverment practices of your nation can this world change for the better. Alright Gary, i think you might have me, maybe i will come out for the march. How long is this walk going to be?
My friend Gary has to be one of the most estactic (did i spell that right?) persons I have ever met about this entire primary election process. Sometimes I just chuckle at his naivety, while at other times I admire his dedication and encourage his activism.
Finals week begins next week, and all my teachers are throwing review sessions out left and right. Now, Gary always attends class, so when he wasnt in class yesterday, I grew concerned. Especially because the teacher was giving out mas extra points, and i knew Gary needed some.
So when class is over, he hits me up, tells me he is planning a march, and gets blown that i say i dont want to go.
**beginning of conversation**
Me: what happened to you in class today, Prof Welborne was giving points for the final
Him: oh, i had a meeting with the corporal so we could get police officers to block off the the street.
Me: block off the street for what?
Him: we're having a march and your marching with us!
Me:really im coming? what are you marching for?
Him: we are meeting at the statue of the A & T 4 and marching to the court house to vote!
Me: not where are u marching to...why, for what reason. but i cant vote in North Carolina. im registered to vote in MD, and im an independent so i cant even vote in the Democratic primaries there.
Him: oh well it dont matter. just come out and march with us. your parents, grand-parents, great great grand parents all fought for your right to vote.
Me: actually i just spoke with my grandpa yesterday and he told me he hasnt voted in about 30 years. but are u just marching to get to the voting booth, or are u marching for some other cause? you sure you dont want to save all this energy for the real election in the fall?
Him: So you are not going to come out?
Me:Yeah, I don't know. We'll see.
**end of conversation**
I do feel kinda bad for not wanting to participate in the march. I will spread the word so other people who are registered to vote can go out and Barack The Vote because I really do want to see him in office. Gary really almost got me when he said the whole our parents, grand-parents, great great grand parents spill. One because just hearing the words Mother or Grandmother gives me a resurgance of emotions that I have tried to supress for years. And two because I was often with either one of them when it was time to vote.
I used to walk with my Gma to William Paca Elementary School from my her house so that she could go vote. This was before Washington Heights was shut down to make way for swanky new condos, and before that tricky little wooden fence was built that seperated the Village Green community from the rich patrons of Fed Ex Field . I would slide into the voting booth with her and just watch. Or waking up extra early with my mother to go to Glenarden Municipal Center, and seeing a long line of people of color exercising their Democratic Rights.
But at the same time my grandparents and parents also fought and worked to death (Gma & Mom literally) so that I could go to college and get an education. To that is what they dedicated their life. To see me, and my sister, and my cousins succeed and become intelligent beings who would be able to successfully attack the system.
I know to some that this may seem like something that a guilty conscience would say to ease its restless mind, but the reality of it all is that the primary elections dont mean a damn thing. The presidental election doesnt mean anything either. The people who really establish, implement, and destroy laws are the congressmen and women. All the president can do is say yes, or say no. and if he says no, if the people in congress are united they can just overrule him. And if those people in Congress are not afraid of the citizens of the United States then they will continue to do whatever it is that they have decided was on their agenda.
Only through unbiased education, humanity, and yes active particpation in the goverment practices of your nation can this world change for the better. Alright Gary, i think you might have me, maybe i will come out for the march. How long is this walk going to be?
Sunday, April 6, 2008
m.i.a. like M.I.A.
i know i know, i have taken an extremley long hiatus. Please bear with me. I will start posting daily again very soon. but in the interim i have enough material written on my computer to satisfy your literary desires. Expect a few changes from the layout.
i am trying to develop a new theme for my blog. try to make it have some sort of direction. i am a scatterbrain who operates on many tracks.
i am trying to develop a new theme for my blog. try to make it have some sort of direction. i am a scatterbrain who operates on many tracks.
this one's for you girl :natwink
I don't have many words to say
It's been over a year since you left that day
I'm trying to be everything you said I could and would be
This little world we live in is plagued with fear
Try to find a guy like you said I should when you were here
I think of you and...
Somehow problems they don't seem so hard
It's all you endured in your life, you are...
And if I cried a million times you must have died a million times from the pain
(oh) Mama I miss you, but I know you made it whole again
This one's for you girl
My little Sharon girl
Oh I miss you
so i was browsing through my musical collection today...and i stumbled upon my teedra moses folder...i have so much shit on my computer, that i rarely listen to it all...i dont know how i forgot about this song but everytime i hear it i always cry...im such a crybaby lol.
I try to remind myself, that God only gives us things that we can handle in our lives, however to no avail I constantly find myself questioning God as to why he took my mother away. For those of you who didnt get a chance to meet my mom...boy did you miss out on a treat. There are days where i long for my mother to return. I want to hear her voice, even if its the voice that means im getting into trouble. I long to see her face, and to have her hug me, and comfort me when i wake up from my nightmares...
As i was sitting at my desk listening to this song, all i could think about were all of the things that my mother did. All the people she helped in her life. And for those of you who didnt know my mom, she did EVERYTHING. She worked with children, she got people jobs, she worked with the elderly, she drove random people around, she was a mentor, she was a friend...like anything POSITIVE that you can name, my mom did it.
While i was walking towards the mailbox, i had my great awakening. Since my mother created me, she is in me, therefore wherever i am, she is, thus she has never died. As long as I continue to be the living legacy of Sharon,
So even if u think you have never met my mom you have because you have met me. everything that she was, she enstilled in me and taught to me. the next time you see me...know you are seeing Sharon, N every Twink.
It's been over a year since you left that day
I'm trying to be everything you said I could and would be
This little world we live in is plagued with fear
Try to find a guy like you said I should when you were here
I think of you and...
Somehow problems they don't seem so hard
It's all you endured in your life, you are...
And if I cried a million times you must have died a million times from the pain
(oh) Mama I miss you, but I know you made it whole again
This one's for you girl
My little Sharon girl
Oh I miss you
so i was browsing through my musical collection today...and i stumbled upon my teedra moses folder...i have so much shit on my computer, that i rarely listen to it all...i dont know how i forgot about this song but everytime i hear it i always cry...im such a crybaby lol.
I try to remind myself, that God only gives us things that we can handle in our lives, however to no avail I constantly find myself questioning God as to why he took my mother away. For those of you who didnt get a chance to meet my mom...boy did you miss out on a treat. There are days where i long for my mother to return. I want to hear her voice, even if its the voice that means im getting into trouble. I long to see her face, and to have her hug me, and comfort me when i wake up from my nightmares...
As i was sitting at my desk listening to this song, all i could think about were all of the things that my mother did. All the people she helped in her life. And for those of you who didnt know my mom, she did EVERYTHING. She worked with children, she got people jobs, she worked with the elderly, she drove random people around, she was a mentor, she was a friend...like anything POSITIVE that you can name, my mom did it.
While i was walking towards the mailbox, i had my great awakening. Since my mother created me, she is in me, therefore wherever i am, she is, thus she has never died. As long as I continue to be the living legacy of Sharon,
So even if u think you have never met my mom you have because you have met me. everything that she was, she enstilled in me and taught to me. the next time you see me...know you are seeing Sharon, N every Twink.
My Strife with Christianity Part I
The last time that I can recall going to the physical church was the day of my grandmother's funeral. I have no idea what day it was, i just know that it was in June 2007. The last time that I can recall being emotionally in church while being physically in the building, who knows when that was. I used to love going to church. I could recite bible verses. I would be at all the Church functions; I was excited and had faith. But now that I am older, I have learned more, read more, experienced more, and subsequently questioned more.
Please do not confuse my message as saying I do not believe in a Supreme Being, because I do. And I do believe that the message that is said to be of Jesus (immaculate conception or regular) is a good one, and one in which I pull for reference for my life. However, there are some fundamental flaws in Christianity, and I am perplexed when people of color, never question this, or follow this blindly.
There are several reasons why Christianity and I haven't been getting along too well this past year, hence Part One in the title. As of late, it just feels as though this whole Christianity thing is not working for me. Well at least the formal indoctrination of Christianity. With the racial injustices, the false prophets, the social injustices, the forced subservience and/or lack of equality for women. And its not like, I am creating issues out of nothing, but its when I read the bible, while reading the historical content of the bible.
How can I fully embrace a religion, when I know that the overall existence of the religion was to desecrate my people; people of color all over the world? To use our skin color, from the reference of religion, to establish deplorable conditions and justification for the wretchedness for years to come.
No i do not believe this, however this is one of my biggest issues with Christianity. My first issue is racial injustice. The Mark of Cain and his descendants was black skin.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with the story of Cain and Abel, click here
This interpretation did not start with the Mormons, who would at one point not allow Blacks to become members of the church, or even the earliest African Slave traders and slave owners, who used this skin color to deprive people of basic human rights. The concept of blacks being inhumane on the basis of religion started at least in the 4th century (300-400 ad). The following is taken from wikipedia, simply because it is a good site for quick reference.
From the 4th century, it was ingrained in people, with the assistance of Christianity, that Blacks were inferior. Obviously, this was not only in the Western world. Or in America, Europe, but it also took root in the Middle East, and Asia, particularly India, where you still have women lightening their skin to be declared beautiful. The religious text clearly was manipulated for people to believe that white is good, and black is bad.
When I was in high school, I attended the Upward Bound Program at the University of Maryland College Park, great program by the way. We would have various debates in class, and one of our conversations came to what color was Jesus. Some people believed that Jesus was Black, some thought he was white. Some people didn’t care as long as he died for our sins. I agree that it shouldn’t matter what color Jesus was, however, because of the things that have been done in Jesus’ name, I think it is important that we know.
I believe that using the false image of Jesus, only perpetuate the inferior/superiority complex of race throughout the world. Of course some white people are going to think they own the world – According to them they are made in the image of the savior. When we look at DaVinci’s Last Supper, or Carraivago’s The Supper at Emamus, or paintings of the Madonna, which eerily resemble sculptures of Horus and Isis, who do we see? Not a person of Color. Christianity is how it was justified to enslave Africans, and to treat people horridly.
I show people false image of God, and tell them, look at this picture, this God in the Flesh. Who does he look like? He looks like me. He doesn’t look like you. Therefore, I am closer to God. I am more like God I have dominion over you. I am better than you because I look like God.
And maybe not at the exact moment the captured Africans believed what these people said, but over the course of time, you best believed they did. That’s why you have black women who continuously get relaxers, and get tracks. Yes some claim its because their hair is unmanageable, but honestly, there were millions of people who lived before you who could manage the exact same hair you have. I know from experience that that shit hurts…when your scalp gets burned, when your hair starts to fall out. You aren’t doing that because you cant manage your hair, you are doing that because you have been conditioned to not appreciate our natural beauty.…
How can I believe in something, knowing what others who believed in it did? I cant be apart of that. So of course I constantly find myself battling with Christianity, because Christianity was used to oppress me…and to enslave others…and now, people are just exploiting the HELL out of it...LITERALLY
Please do not confuse my message as saying I do not believe in a Supreme Being, because I do. And I do believe that the message that is said to be of Jesus (immaculate conception or regular) is a good one, and one in which I pull for reference for my life. However, there are some fundamental flaws in Christianity, and I am perplexed when people of color, never question this, or follow this blindly.
There are several reasons why Christianity and I haven't been getting along too well this past year, hence Part One in the title. As of late, it just feels as though this whole Christianity thing is not working for me. Well at least the formal indoctrination of Christianity. With the racial injustices, the false prophets, the social injustices, the forced subservience and/or lack of equality for women. And its not like, I am creating issues out of nothing, but its when I read the bible, while reading the historical content of the bible.
How can I fully embrace a religion, when I know that the overall existence of the religion was to desecrate my people; people of color all over the world? To use our skin color, from the reference of religion, to establish deplorable conditions and justification for the wretchedness for years to come.
Black people are Inbreed Killers
No i do not believe this, however this is one of my biggest issues with Christianity. My first issue is racial injustice. The Mark of Cain and his descendants was black skin.
For those of you who are unfamiliar with the story of Cain and Abel, click here
This interpretation did not start with the Mormons, who would at one point not allow Blacks to become members of the church, or even the earliest African Slave traders and slave owners, who used this skin color to deprive people of basic human rights. The concept of blacks being inhumane on the basis of religion started at least in the 4th century (300-400 ad). The following is taken from wikipedia, simply because it is a good site for quick reference.
Early interpretation of the Bible in Syriac Christianity combined the "curse" with the "mark", and interpreted the curse of Cain as black skin. Relying on rabbinic texts, it is argued, the Syriacs interpreted a passage in the Book of Genesis ("And Cain was very wroth, and his countenance fell") as implying that Cain underwent a permanent change in skin color.
In an Eastern Christian (Armenian) Adam-book (5th or 6th century) it is written: “And the Lord was wroth with Cain. . . He beat Cain’s face with hail, which blackened like coal, and thus he remained with a black face.
From the 4th century, it was ingrained in people, with the assistance of Christianity, that Blacks were inferior. Obviously, this was not only in the Western world. Or in America, Europe, but it also took root in the Middle East, and Asia, particularly India, where you still have women lightening their skin to be declared beautiful. The religious text clearly was manipulated for people to believe that white is good, and black is bad.
Jesus Was White
When I was in high school, I attended the Upward Bound Program at the University of Maryland College Park, great program by the way. We would have various debates in class, and one of our conversations came to what color was Jesus. Some people believed that Jesus was Black, some thought he was white. Some people didn’t care as long as he died for our sins. I agree that it shouldn’t matter what color Jesus was, however, because of the things that have been done in Jesus’ name, I think it is important that we know.
I believe that using the false image of Jesus, only perpetuate the inferior/superiority complex of race throughout the world. Of course some white people are going to think they own the world – According to them they are made in the image of the savior. When we look at DaVinci’s Last Supper, or Carraivago’s The Supper at Emamus, or paintings of the Madonna, which eerily resemble sculptures of Horus and Isis, who do we see? Not a person of Color. Christianity is how it was justified to enslave Africans, and to treat people horridly.
I show people false image of God, and tell them, look at this picture, this God in the Flesh. Who does he look like? He looks like me. He doesn’t look like you. Therefore, I am closer to God. I am more like God I have dominion over you. I am better than you because I look like God.
And maybe not at the exact moment the captured Africans believed what these people said, but over the course of time, you best believed they did. That’s why you have black women who continuously get relaxers, and get tracks. Yes some claim its because their hair is unmanageable, but honestly, there were millions of people who lived before you who could manage the exact same hair you have. I know from experience that that shit hurts…when your scalp gets burned, when your hair starts to fall out. You aren’t doing that because you cant manage your hair, you are doing that because you have been conditioned to not appreciate our natural beauty.…
How can I believe in something, knowing what others who believed in it did? I cant be apart of that. So of course I constantly find myself battling with Christianity, because Christianity was used to oppress me…and to enslave others…and now, people are just exploiting the HELL out of it...LITERALLY
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