Monday, November 01, 2010
In an Absolut World
During a talk about White Privilege, this image was used while referencing the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo in 1848. After being defeated in the Mexican-American war, the terms of the treaty required that Mexico turned over land ownership of Upper California, New Mexico, present-day Arizona, New Mexico, and parts of Utah, Nevada, and Colorado to the United States. Mexico also relinquished all claims to Texas. Rio Grande was then used as a divider between the United States and Mexico which led to American forcing the Mexicans south of the border.
We have all seen the Absolut advertisements, but this is one that was primarily if not only shown in Mexico. It caused such an uproar (including a boycott) that the company apologized and removed it, preventing further display in Mexico and the United States.
I personally found this image laughable. Events and treaties like these are often a part of history that is "forgotten." But it is only when we address and accept the actions, decisions, and mistakes made in the past (by our country) that we can truly begin to make progress in the world of justice and equality.
...but what do I know?
(This photo was originally presented to me in a White Privilege seminar directed by Art Munin [www.artmunin.com])
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Friday, October 08, 2010
Monday, October 04, 2010
Passing
I took this thought to another level and removed race. What do we pass for daily? Happy? Strong? Outcast? Strange? Flawless? Our identities are constantly being compromised in order to fit into what the world says we should be.
My advice, don't get so lost in what you are passing for that you lose or neglect who you actually are. If you're not happy, don't be. I'm not saying be a walking storm cloud, but we should be honest with ourselves, our feelings, our emotions, our past, and our futures.
...but what do I know?
To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. ~e.e. cummings, 1955
Always be a first-rate version of yourself, instead of a second-rate version of somebody else. ~Judy Garland
We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves. ~François Duc de La Rochefoucauld
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Too Much...
...until next time, stay true to you.
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
What if...
If you awoke one day to discover that gender equality had miraculously been achieved worldwide, what would you notice? What would be similar or different?
After reading the question, I immediately knew my answer. I'm pretty sure I answered the question, but here is my response:
Good morning world! The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and males and females are equal. Women no longer have to fight for sufficient wages for equal work. There are no longer any debates about who actually owns a women’s body. That’s right; a woman does have the right to choose whether or not an abortion is right for her. The number of stay- at- home dads has actually risen because moms are out working hard to support their families and the men in their lives don’t mind. Rape and domestic abuse rates have decreased and there is actually a woman running for President without receiving wardrobe criticism. Everyone is now free to be educated and international women no longer need to feel like their husband’s property. While the rights of the child are usually placed in the hands of the mother, more men are receiving custody of their children. To the same token, chivalry is dead. There is no longer a need for “ladies first” because if men can get the doors for themselves, so can women. Life is going to be great from now on in the land of gender.
Gender inequality is an issue that I believe is one of the most fought for. Regardless of race, ethnicity, age, region, or economic status, a woman is a woman; if nothing else, that is something that all women have in common. It is for this reason that if I awoke one day and all was equal in the land of gender, my life would continue to be filled with inequality because I’m still black.
While gender equality is important, I do not believe that equality in this one area will solve other inequalities in the world. In fact, I believe that with gender equality, individuals will be allotted more time to focus on other differences and inequalities such as race and socioeconomic status. For some people gender equality is two steps forward, but other factors bring them five steps back. In the documentary “Say My Name,” many of the artists drew attention to the struggles of females in the music industry. However, there was also much talk about the difficulties that they shared by being black and living in the hood; as if being a woman isn’t difficult enough. A segment that resonated with me was the statement made by Estelle regarding the two primary images portrayed by black women in the music industry: “you either have to be Mother Nature with a hair wrap or be dressed sexily with weave down to your butt.” This is how the media defines the success of a black woman, and because of these mockeries and false standards, black women are not taken seriously. I completely agree with Estelle and appreciate when positive representatives, such as her, are being heard and making a societal impact.
Another common disparity mentioned in the film was economics. Many of the women discussed poor childhoods, insufficient child births, and violent encounters in their neighborhoods. While the argument can be made that their lives were more difficult because they were women, many from single parent homes, there are still plenty of men in these poor neighborhoods experiencing similar events. One common goal that was held between these various artists was to get rich and get out of the hood. One woman mentioned that “if you don’t get out of the hood, someone will always be there trying to take you down or get rid of you.” I do not suppose that this mentality is held because she is a female, but because of her environment, and I presume that a male would share the same mentality. When it comes to environment, Remy Ma also mentioned the goal of breaking the generational cycle by refusing to be a product of her environment regardless of her educational status or what she was born into. Some would call it being “born into failure,” but positivity comes out of impoverished areas daily.
While my position may seem pessimistic in the eyes of a feminist, I do not make this argument to down play the identity of a woman. As a black woman it would be foolish to value one part of my identity without mentioning the other. I also believe that many individuals gain their strength from the very fact that they are a female. However, I believe that it is fair to say that gender inequality will continue to progress at a faster rate than racial and economic inequalities. Even with the miraculous occurrence of gender equality, I do not foresee gender equality being the trailblazer for all other discriminations. So while the life of a woman may improve, it will never be carefree.
I just turned this in this morning, so we'll see what the teacher says. I don't think it's half bad...
...but what do I know?
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
*SURPRISE?*
Surprise trip to Africa!! Be back Wednesday!!
...
Who the heck takes a surprise trip to Africa??
...and for less than 3 days?
Ok...now, I must admit that I am a tad but green with envy. I would love to travel back to the motherland, and I plan to, but it will take quite a bit of time for me to save up for the excursion.
As I reread the jubilant status, I just pictured the ease one must be filled with to enjoy such leisure at any moment. It must be nice to look outside and notice that it is about to rain and just hop onto a plane to an area with a more desirable climate. Or to wake up one morning with no plans only to discover that it's all been taken care of and just like that, you're out the door and on your way to France or Milan or maybe the summer house. It must be really, freaking nice to live off of your parents pretty penny instead of having to, lets say...work and save for an experience that very few, if anyone in your family can say they have shared.
While I would love to up and leave whenever the thought popped into my head, I also enjoy the feeling of working towards a goal and accomplishing it...for example, saving money for a trip and being able to enjoy the fruits of my labor.
I don't mean any harm.I was just really taken aback by this tiny peak into this... lifestyle.
I do apologize for the continued bats of anger. Hopefully I will return in a more sane and collective manner...
...but what do I know?
Sunday, August 08, 2010
Just a little rant...
Next, black people, can we please stop blaming others for all of our issues? The last I checked, it is us killing ourselves, it is us not valuing life and not teaching the value of life and basics of survival to the generations rising behind us. Many people try to use the slavery excuse..."we're all messed up because of slavery", "we are an oppressed people" blah, blah, blah. That argument would be valid if half of the black community could spell slavery and if slavery wasn't the only piece of black history that our community cared to remember or even semi-care about. Otherwise, it is just another excuse from a community that doesn't seem to have the ability to do well for itself.
And why must we continue to call each other racists? Yet another excuse used to accept the unsatisfactory position that we are in. If you knew half of anything, you would know that while "every one's a bit racist," everyone holds discrimination...EVERYONE. So let's stop all this colorblind, "I have a black friend" crap... it's natural to judge. We all judge one another within the first seconds of meeting one another and cannot deny or control it. It is the actions that follow said judgments/ observations that determine once true race opinions. However, no one is beyond race so stop trying to be.
...can't say what I know with this one, but this is how I feel right now...
Thursday, July 15, 2010
42% ...Really?
Ok so I think that this is pathetic. Yes, everything that was said in this video is just about true, but one thing that I hate is that the first thing mentioned was "high standards." Since when were having any standards a crime? The fact that we as black women, regardless of society's opinions, and the countless years of being beaten and abused, continue to value ourselves and have the nerve to want better, expect better, is a true sign of strength and power to me.
I also despise the breakdown of our men. I'm not saying that an interracial relationship is settling, but when it is spoken about as the other option, I think that it is. I love how the break down was concise, but one stat was missing; how about all of the black males who are killed by the police or in innocent mishaps? It seems like every time that I turn around, another young black male is killed...while this is a horrible occurrence, this is not about them. This is about us...I digress.
So back to the ladies.
What are we to do? As a black female with intentions of being a professional who impacts the world, does this mean that my chances of marrying a black man are slim to none? I'm not hating on any other race...but at this stage in my life, I want my own. Anywho, what kind of setup is this for the younger generations? Unless there is an influx of black babies, our little sisters will be worse off than us...unless they aren't professionals, right?
Another standard black women hold is the value and high expectations that we hold for black men. (Yes, I know I brought it back to them, but I have to say this). I don't care what anyone says, no other race can value a black man like a black woman does. And to the same degree, no one can piss off a black woman as much as a black man... Don't get mad at a women because she's knows that you can do better for yourself and wants to encourage you to do so. By saying that you don't want or appreciate such encouragement, you are saying your standards are low or that you are satisfied with being mediocre. But in my eyes, just as powerful as a black woman is, so is a black man. As the most criticized and scrutinized demographic in this country, I certainly do applaud those black men who are successful by society's standards. And if they can do it, our other brothers can too...right?
Maybe I'm over analyzing this. 42% not married means that there are 58% who are. That's more than half and that's the percentage that I'm going to have to hold on to. First the schools fail us, and now marriage? I refuse to become a victim to these foolish statistics.
...but what do I know?
Tuesday, July 06, 2010
What are you afraid of?
I started out making a list of my own fears, but when the list became too personal for the internet I decided keep that portion to myself and instead share with you all one of my favorite poems/quotations. ...so I guess that proves some of my fears to be judgment and insignificance. If you want to know some of my fears I can promise to be honest and share a few...just ask. This was a good personal exercise for me and I recommend you do it for yourself whether you intend to share it with someone or not.
...but what do I know?
So here it is, one of the greatest statements that I believe is applicable to everyone's life:
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and fabulous? Actually, who are you NOT to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We are born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
-Marianne Williamson
Thursday, July 01, 2010
"It is better to have loved and lost...
Is it really? I would consider this a lose/lose situation.
Case 1: You intensely love another human being. Life is great and nothing can separate the love you share for one another. I mean, you've got that cloud 9 love...a continuous high, singing in the shower, smiling in the mirror, sighing in the middle of the day, love. And then...it's gone. The love, the person...either way, the love is gone and you definitely lose.
Case 2: You live your life without love. Sure there is that family love and that sibling love, but you never experience that passionate love that one person can feel for another. Whether you are searching for it or not, that love just passes you by and you never truly know how it feels, what it means. You lose.
How can case 1 be any better than case 2? Ok, I know what you're thinking....at least you got to experience the love and share it with another, if only for the moment. Yeah....ok, I'll give you that, but would losing that love mean that love in a sense failed you? Some people lose love and can't bring themselves to love or be loved again...is that really a win? Otherwise, the experience of losing love would just be devastating or you would continue to love in paranoia, unsure of how much the love can be trusted. As far as not loving, how can you miss something you never endured? That's a loss in itself.
Maybe "to love and lose" is just the lesser of two evils. Personally, I would rather love and retain said love.
On the contrary, is it really possible to live without loving? But then again, what is love these days? Call me a cynic, but for now I am just loving me until that love is matured enough to share.
...but what do I know?
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
I Friendship You
Much more than a number to boast
Greater than any mob
more powerful than loneliness
A connection I've yearned for
richer than Forbes greatest
more solemn than the deepest secret
Purer than a newborn baby
Like love it is an action
takes work, patience, effort, growth
So with this pledge, I friendship you;
with an affection that makes us thicker than blood, I friendship you;
with trust I've never known, I friendship you;
with a companionship to be desired, I friendship you;
with a bond envied by those who know not what they are missing
In a world where the word is carelessly and partially embraced, I whole heartedly friendship you and if any thing were to take you from me today.
I would hold enough faith in the moments that we've friended to get me through tomorrow.
You are my heart, you are my inspiration.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Love
One of my good friends blogs about love and recently posted a video of her favorite love song....here is one of my favorites. I think this song is so timeless and genuine which is necessary when discussing such a fragile topic. Enjoy!
Saturday, June 26, 2010
Do unto others as you would want the Father to do unto you.
I hate these moments with a passion!!
One of the biggest problems that I have is working with someone near and dear to me and believing in them with all my heart...and they just don't make the cut. [Sidenote: This is not a personal attack, but if you feel like this fits your life, or your place in mine, maybe it's time for some self reflection and an action plan] Ok, the problem doesn't come when they suffice with barely acceptable, the problem comes with my reaction. I seriously get angry. Well, maybe it's more of a disappointment. I will actually have an attitude...like they knew what they were doing and how much it hurt me. I'm still trying to figure out if I get so torn up because I feel personally offended or because they just don't see their potential and will settle for less again, and again. At the end of the day, I might lose my attitude, but deep down I feel a loss of hope and contemplate never helping this person again because it wouldn't matter, the same problems would exist and I just don't have the time.
Needless to say, this has happened multiple times in my life with my family, close friends, even from a distance. During one of my latest tiffs with my emotions, I began to really think about why I was so bothered. And then the camera lens turned to me. All of a sudden I felt ashamed. Is this the way that God feels when I choose not to do right? Does my inability to recognize or accept my greater purpose stain His heart with disappointment? Does He ever think to leave me to fend for myself in this cold, brutal world? Never. Regardless of the decisions that I make in my life, God never leaves my side. He continues to work with me and lead me down the right path. He repeatedly accepts my apologies and pledges despite my wavering actions. And for that, I am eternally grateful.
All I can say is that He is not through with my yet....still got a few kinks to work out, but I'm steady growing every day!
So I say, it's fine to do unto others as you would want them to do unto you, but I'm more concerned with the Father above because his is the only opinion that truly matters.
...but what do I know?
Until next time....
"Those that are the hardest to love, need it the most."
-Unknown
"I will never leave you, nor forsake you."
-Hebrews 13:5
Thursday, June 17, 2010
...that's what little boys are made of.
"When me and Quintin grow up, we're going to be in the Army!"He was so excited as he proclaimed this statement. Almost as if his young, innocent mind understood the honor that comes with serving one's country.
Later in the day the 6 year old's words still resonated with me as I recalled the numerous black males, young and old, who aim solely to be rappers and athletes...regardless of talent. I remember the days when children wanted to be doctors and lawyers. [I am not old enough to be able to make a statement like that, but sadly, I can]. But I refuse to lose all hope in our future.
The common link between athletes and rappers is entertainment. By limiting themselves to these careers, our youth are following the expectation of black males as entertainers. This trend goes all the way back to the days of the Sambo character.
All of the blame, however, cannot be put on the little boys. Children learn what they live and we have to take responsibility for our youth. Where are the black lawyers, doctors, business men, entrepreneurs? Where are the positive male role models? Where are the standards? If we allow our boys to only witness these entertainers, they won't even know that they are capable of being something greater. Yes, a Black President is nice, but I don't know him...do you? It is those male figures in the neighborhood, at church, at school, in the family, who are going to have the biggest impact on this so-called lost generation.
In a time filled with guns, drugs, gangs, and violence, the least we can do is be encouraging. And if these boys can't see their potential, we need to show them.
...but what do I know?
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Would I Rather Be Sassy or Angry?
1. Rude and disrespectful; impudent.
2. Lively and spirited; jaunty.
3. Stylish; chic: a sassy little hat.
[Alteration of saucy .]
sas'si·ly adv. , sas'si·ness n.
My senior year of high school, in a highly ranked boarding school in The Middle of Nowhere, CT, I acquired the nickname, Sassy. I seemed to always have something to say, some slick comment or facial expression showing my true emotions about a statement, action, or just someone's existence. (I can't say too much has changed, but that's a topic for another blog post.) Now, in my opinion, I was just being an opinionated individual exhibiting my first amendment rights. However, others saw it as "Sassy." According to the definition above, I would personally align my attitude to the second statement; lively and spirited. But over time, everything that I said and every move that I made became "Sassy"....impudent, insulting. At the time, because of the origin of the nickname, I waved off the possible insult and embraced the moniker. It is not until recently that I have become bothered by the title.
Nicknames are a common habit. By creating a nickname, you can feel creative or special; by spreading a nickname you can feel a part of something. All of that is fine and dandy; Sassy wasn't my first title and it certainly won't be my last. However, there is a thin line between name and label. I recently attended the 2010 Graduation at my Alma Mater and a conversation with one of my good friends resurfaced the spread of "Sassy."
"I hate the word Sassy! I never want to hear it again!"Supposedly, the term sassy was being used to describe the African American females and their so called attitudes. Now, I don't know if everyone has missed the memo, but WE ARE NOT MONOLITHIC!! While I believe that we all represent our race, we are also individuals. One experience that is had with a black female or a group of black females is not an accurate predictor of future encounters. I was appalled and suddenly disgusted that "Sassy" became the new insult...with a smile.
One common stereotype for black females who speak their mind is the "Angry Black Woman" and in a predominantly white learning institution, you can add "The Token" in front of that stereotype. I recall numerous conversations with fellow black females about confrontations and classified "ABW" moments. But why couldn't we just be speaking our minds? Why did all of our reactions have to fit a label of some sort? It amazes me how someone so strong can be depreciated due to the fear of others, while the timid "in her place" woman continues to find her voice.
an·ger -noun
1. a strong feeling of displeasure or hostility and belligerence aroused by a wrong; wrath; ire.
an·gry adj. -gri·er, -gri·est.
1. feeling or showing anger or strong resentment (usually fol by at, with, or about): to be angry at the dean; to be angry about the snub.
2. expressing, caused by, or characterized by anger; wrathful: angry words.
-Synonyms: irate, incensed, enraged, infuriated, furious, mad; provoked, irritated.
So the question is, would I rather be Sassy or Angry?
Well right now, I'm angry. While my anger may make me sassy to some extent, I'll live with that. Reflecting on my labeled sassy days, I realize that I was blindly playing a game. I was entertaining all of the people who wanted to understand- be in control- label the unknown, by embracing the moniker. I empowered them by belittling myself and letting them call me the Angry Black Woman, with a twist. By calling me sassy, I was the happy, angry black woman...as opposed to the so-called obscene individual who they shouldn't like, shouldn't want to be around. Call it what it is. While everyone who ranted the word was not ill-intentioned, we all fell victim to the labeling power struggle of those who were.
Ironically, there is another definition for sassy:
sas·sy n. pl. sas·sies
A western African tree (Erythrophleum suaveolens) of the pea family, having bark that yields a poison and wood that is used for construction. Also called sasswood, sassy bark.
Now, yes, this definition can be equally insulting, but I find it kind of clever that this all ends up connecting back to Africa (...especially because the nickname and now epidemic originated in South Africa.) The bark of the sasswood tree -though poisonous- is removable, making the actual wood of the tree useful. Metaphorically, we could use this tree as a message to look beyond the sassy or poisonous shell that is visible or you may miss out on something strong and useful,full of personality.
At the end of the day I just want to be me, as cliche as that sounds. While I'm still working on who exactly "me" is, if that means being sassy, angry, expressive, caring...all of those...whatever, then that's who I'm going to be. Sometimes we get so wrapped up in labels, that rather that creating our own way of being, we simply fit the mold permitting others to shape us as they choose.
...but what do I know?
Until next time, here are a few words to resonate with the sass within:
- "If you don't run your own life, somebody else will."
~ John Atkinson
- "Do not wish to be anything but what you are, and try to be that perfectly."
~ St. Francis De Sales
- "You were not born a winner, and you were not born a loser. You are what you make yourself be."
~ Lou Holtz