Saturday, 30 June 2007

stiff upper lip

British people are gully.
Not just because they've had years to cultivate their gullyness as the colonizers of the world (although that helped), mostly because those people are so damn resilient.After the IRA bombings ripped up the Tube stations in the 80s and 90s, they just removed the trash bins. Although you have to lug around you Cadbury candy bar wrapper, at least you don't have to worry about Irish freedom fighters lighting your ass up. During the Blitz, Hitler's boys destroyed buildings, but the Brits just moved to the Tube and rode out the firebombings underground. Most recently, after bus and train bombings, they put up memorials in honor of the victims, then kept things moving and got back on the bus and the metro.

I lived near one the Tube stations that was bombed while I was studying abroad, and I was probably more shook than the native Londoners as we validated our oystercards to enter the station. British swagger runs deep. While I'm no anglophile it was inspiring to see another city affected so deeply by terrorism not let fear and paranoia hold them back. However, its not all good in the UK. The tension in England between the the Arab population and the rest of the citizens is palpable, with something of a culture war going on within the country. British culture, so long defined by an English, Scottish, Welsh or even Irish identity now incorporates, Asians, Africans, Caribbeans and many others. And today people are unwilling to assimilate and conform, most visibly young Arab from or descended from the Middle East. Hell, you even got white British kids rocking PLO scarves, looking like a Arafat was reincarnated as a young British hipster. And, London was the first place I witnessed racism from a privileged point of view; Arabs and Muslims in the UK are treated similarly to how blacks have been in our nation for the past 400 years. Somebody knows the troubles we've seen.

Regradless, in the light of the latest terrorist act against the British people I hope their famed stiff upper lip serves them well.

questions


I'd like to take a trip down memory lane...
Remember a few years back when VIBE had the "20 Questions" in the back, and they were really funny and witty and you found yourself nodding along to the mag when you read it over your homie's shoulder on the stoop? Remember how the questions got really lame?
Well hopefully, my questions aren't quite so corny and hopefully ya'll can give me some answers

1) what the hell is the REAL difference between T.I and T.I.P?
2) isn't Denis Kucinich the white Al Sharpton?
3) why hasn't Patti LaBelle gotten a life time achievement award yet?
4) Why is Sen. Obama, inspite of his black "I used to smoke 20 packs of Newport a day lips", the most handsome presidential candidate ever to run?
5) why do so many of us (and by us I mean Negroes and Latinos) refuse to wear sunscreen?
6) will I do well on my GRE?
7) does Cornel West have more than 1 suit, or does he have a closet full of the same outfit a la Charlie Brown?
8) Whatever happened to Zhane?
9)why doesn't Arsenio Hall ever get his props?
10) why are those Zane books so damn popular


more to come soon....

Thursday, 28 June 2007

where is my Dwayne Wayne?

"A Different World" is one of my all time favorite shows.
I know that Dwayne is from Bed-Stuy (like me!) and got an 800 on his math SATs. I have season 1 on dvd and I even customized my very own Hillman College tote.
Fictional depictions of life at HBCUs have always entrigued and excited me. You might find me on occasion screaming "WAKE UP!!!" like Lawrence Fishburne's character in "School Daze" or even watching (on the sneak) "Stomp the Yard".
But when it came time to apply and choose a REAL college, the one that I would attend, I never seriously considered a black college or university. But I almost went to a school with a black student population of 1.9% (that aid package was SERIOUS). I knew that I wanted to be a Black Studies major, but I didn't really entertain studying it at Howard, Fisk, or Spelman.

And now, as I get ready for senior year (hopefully those London credits transfer), I'm wondering - was my time at my HWC (historically white college) worth it?

But lets back track a little. For someone who grew up in majority black neighborhoods and is interested and committed to black culture how did the allure of a black higher education evade me? The answer is mad complicated - so I'll employ my trusty lists
1) MONEY! I wasn't trying to incur massive loans, and sadly lots of black college don't have endowments to compete with the Amhersts, Harvards, and Georgetowns. We could go into why this is (lack of alumni committment, less wealth in black communities, etc...), but that really isn't my point today.
2)I felt I already had my black school experience. Had I grown up in Scarsdale someplace super white I probably would've RAN down to Hampton. But my parents sent me to schools in Crown Heights and Bushwick, Bklyn and in Harlem. Some of the blackest and brownest places in this city. I was already grounded in a legacy of black achievement, so I thought it would be good to learn about how the other side moves.
3) and this is the saddest to admit, prestige. Yeah, I was one of those kids who was obsessed with all the college rankings. Hindsight is 20-20, and at 21 I wish I could've told the 17 year old me, that those lists are arbirtary and almost meaningless.


Would I have had to have dealt with all the issues I've confronted as an Amherst student if I'd gone to a school with a mission dedicated to the upliftment of my people?
What does it mean that so many of today's black public intellectuals are affliated with majority white schools than with HBCUs (I see you Cornel West)?
Why are some of the strongest black studies programs at HWCs (Columbia, Amherst, Yale, etc...)?
With the scamble for students at the most elite white schools in the country, how do HBCUs compete?
I clearly don't have the answers, but all I know is that is always grad school. Maybe finally I'll be able to chill with a real-life Whitley Gilbert and get my HBCU on.

Wednesday, 27 June 2007

extra credit

Remember back in high school when you were given a summer reading list to complete? And like no body read it, so when the first day of school rolled around the teacher was fuming as she tried to think up a new lesson plan on the spot?

Well my summer reading list isn't like that.
Perfect for liming at the beach, sitting on the stoop, or riding the train. Don't be surprised that while reading you might let out an, "oh snap", or miss your stop on the bus because you were so deep in the text.
This is what I'm reading. I hope you read some of it too. And I want to know what ya'll are reading as well. So put the Nora Roberts, Dan Brown, and R.M Stein (throwback) down and pick these up:

Forty Million Dollar Slaves - by William C. Rhoden
Supreme Discomfort: The Divided Soul of Clarence Thomas- by Kevin Merida and Michael Fletcher . side bar: FINALLY a bio about my new obsession, move over Bizzy Bone- Brother Justice Thomas, a man who not only co-founded his college's Black Student Union but also named his son Jamal( the original righteous black child name)! Only to become a Supreme Court Justice as famous for his extremely polarizing stances, not hiring Black Studies majors (guess I'm out of a job), and putting his pubic hairs on Anita Hill's cans of coke. dayum.

All Aunt Hagar's Children - Edward P. Jones
All Deliberate Speed - Charles J. Ogletree
Middle Passages- James T. Campbell
Half of a Yellow Sun- Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie

I had to return to the classics for a literary soundtrack:
3 feet high and rising - de la soul
the score - fugees
music of my mind- stevie wonder
illmatic- nas

then the modern classics :
more fish - ghostface
arular - m.i.a
and the greatest song to stay fly to in the heat, black sweat by prince.

Be sure to check this out tomorrow on PBS, Brother Tavis Smiley somehow convinced the Democrats vying for the candidacy to be at a forum at Howard. Maybe the dems aren't taking the Negro vote for granted this time around. dare to dream...

Tuesday, 26 June 2007

it ain't hard to tell...


I excell then prevail.
So I really thought I'd put this lil blogspot to rest after my grand return from Londra. But after reading my homie Jason's tight blog, listening to mad musica, and reading like my name was Ida B. Wells, I knew I had to put pen to paper once again (or rather finger to key board).

So once again I'm kicking this one for Brooklyn (and Queens) like MC Lyte... The come b(l)ack.

This summer in between playing out Illmatic and awaiting M.I.A's album to drop, I'm interning at Penguin Publishing - stealing books and trying to secure my place in the book/literary world. And let me assure you, my 8 readers out there, that the world is lily white. I'm talking George Wallace's ideal. While last summer in my first stint here, I felt like I was intergrating a Southern high school, this year is better, with the interns making Penguin look like Amherst (the requisite amount of kids of color to ensure "diversity" but to ensure white hegemony).
Is this Penguin's fault? Not neccessarily. There are many reasons why there aren't many people of color in the publishing industry:

1) it don't pay that much right out of college. Lots of black and Latino college students need to get paid to get rid of loans, and for financial independence. Many of us don't have the same luxuries as our white counterparts
2) hard field to break into. Unlike ibanking or law, the avenues of entering publishing aren't really straight forward. You have to be crafty like Sojourner Truth to make your way in
3)this goes back to number 1, lots of us brown folk (especially at the so called elite schools) aren't really encouraged to enter creative feilds. We're trying to make our paper stack. Which is only right, since true revolution and social change needs dollars. BUT then who becomes the vanguard for our cultural culture? I'm talking about, how do we foster our 21st century Ruth Browns, Romaire Beardens, Miles Davises, if most of them are going into medicine? (noble as it is)

As I try to iron out the answers, I encourage ya'll to peep the north star @ blackjusticeblog.blogspot.com.

back in full effect

Monday, 11 June 2007

end of an era part deux

Well kids its a wrap...
After lots of thinking (and a dearth in new posts) I've decided to close up shop on this here blog, well until my next excursion into the unknown beyond American borders.
Thanks to everyone who has humored me and read my rants, thoughts and opinions. The support was sooo greatly appreciated.

However, my blogging career ain't over yet. Coming this August, I'm launching an Amherst College-centric blog from a woman of color's point of view. And the revolution kicks into high gear...

stay up ya'll