Archive | February, 2009

UNN Watches The 10 Annual State of the Black Union: Making America as Good as its Promise

28 Feb

 

tsmiley022It’s been 10 years since the inception of Tavis Smiley’s brain child, the  State of the Black Union which has covered a range of issues over the past years from the economy, to the Black Church, the Black Family, Reclaiming Democracy and now this year “Making America as Good as its Promise.

Granted that’s a rather general idea, from which a range of questions can come, but nonetheless, as Black Snob says, The (Usual) Popes of Blackness are found seated on the panel this year such a Michael Eric Dyson (who shut it DOWNE in the first half) Cornel West who’s on the second half, Jesse Jackson and Al Sharpton.  However this is not to underestimate the other powerhouses who just don’t get as much airtime as those first four.  

The panelists set to include are Danny Glover, Na’im Akbar, Lani Guinier, Danny Bakewell, Sr., Jawanza Kunjufu, Les Brown, Charles Ogletree, Randall Robinson, Iyanla Vanzant, Julianne Malveaux, Maxine Waters, Magic Johnson, Erica Williams, Emilie Townes and Marc Morial

 If I left someone off, my apologies.

To those that feel that this is a bunch of “intellectual masturbation” I would encourage you to listen with an open ear to see if maybe you can learn from what was said.  I would also encourage you to check out Tavis Speaks and see what the man is really talking about.  Also, check out CSPAN to see it live and catch the replays

Fact of the matter is that these panelists are sitting around talking about personal responsibility and promoting a public policy that cares about “the least of these.”  That’s it an all I have to say.

For other live blogging check out Michael Fauntroy and Carmen Dixon Rosenzweig.

I’m leaving this post open for those that have watched the State of the Black Union and would like to make a comment.  Or how do you feel about all of the panelists in the first place and do you think they stuck on topic and did you get something from it.

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

Good Bye to February

27 Feb

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This was an interesting month for me.  

It was neatly situated into four compact weeks that were easily to know dates if you remembered your multiples of seven.  There wasn’t a leap year.  This year wasn’t marked by the campaign seasons, beginning back in February 2007 with Obama announcing his candidacy two years ago.  We trotted out the same tired debate asking “Do we still need Black History Month?” and we heard the same tired debates from both sides of the aisle.

Nonetheless this was an active month for me personally.

I learned a little bit about myself, in part because of this blog.

Some bloggers guard their anonymity with the security of Pennsylvania Avenue on Inauguration Day, I’m not quite that strict, but I have been careful about what information I do say.  I’ve dropped context clues so maybe through the power of deduction people can figure out, oh, let’s say where I did my internship last year, but I’ll never tell, lol.  But, I know that the start of this year of school for me has been more than rough, in part because of my two random vacations I took this year already, but partly because I’m really just not feeling this whole church thing.

In addition to that, I got real naked in the post where I compared myself to Kevanhn Thorpe, the 18 year old kid in prison for what amounts to chronic shoplifting of high end name brand clothing, and it yet again reminded me what I could possibly be doing, but instead am constantly climbing into more debt with student loans in a field that probably has the worst job numbers for trying to break into the field.  This field is ALL about who you know and what you can do for them.  The idea of a meritocracy in the field of ministry is the biggest joke going.  So, yeah watching BET’s new staged reality show “Harlem Heights” may prove to be an impossibility.

I also learned this month that I really don’t write these blogs for comments like I used to.  One commenter in particular had suggested that I don’t write for comments, and it took a moment, but then I got it together and just wrote how I felt.  Whether I get comments or not, I still write.  Actually, another friend pointed out to me that most of my posts are more cathartic releases on my behalf–which is true.  In addition to the previously linked post, my “Response to ‘When Does Gay Tolerance Goes Too Far?‘” was also the true epitome of me putting my feelings on “paper” so to speak.

So, for interested parties, let me state that I be, who I be, and for those who enter this space, let me be who I be–and I still got mad love for ya.

Hopefully this month was a blessing to my readers, and yes, I changed the background for those wondering what happened.  I just got tired of the old one.

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully, JLL

UNN Movie Review: Changeling

22 Feb

changeling-poster1Okay, one down–one more to go.  

I was on the Academy Award’s list of nominees and I saw another movie I had seen last summer was up for nomination and I was like “Aw nuts!  I have to do a third review” and then I realised I just don’t feel like it.  But all I have is one word concerning the absolute GREATNESS of that film.

“Ski-doosh!”

Now on to Changeling!

**Harsh language used ahead, BE AWARE!!!**

Actually just saw this movie last night.  The Critical Cleric/Soul Jonz had done a very good job of talking up this movie to me.  I had seen the ads for it, and it had mildly piqued my interest, but Angeline Jolie just has never done much for my, um, shon-doh, shall we say…But she pulled on something when she did this movie because I really thought it was a good movie.  Juxtaposed to “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button” this movie was based on actual events, so I’m quite sure it was much easier for me to believe it.

Whereas the blunders of a bad thought process, ultimately a bad script in my opinion concerning “Benjamin Button” overshadowed good acting making Henson’s character seem almost campy, Angelina Jolie’s character of Christine Collins singularly drove the movie.  We were all there when she was forced to grin and bear the fact that the little boy that got off the train wasn’t her son, and all movie goers had the gut wrenching terror, evoking a possessed child from a horror movie when the little boy turned around and called her “Mommy” for the first time.

I didn’t have those moments in “Benjamin Button.”

The acting in this movie included that of Jeffrey Donovan (most recently famous for his starring role in USA channel’s “Burn Notice” but formerly famous as Vince Munson the a-hole candidate who got his head stuck up the bull’s behind in Will Smith’s “Hitch”) as Captain Jones. What I also appreciated about this movie was that it really did reveal the plight of white women in the 1920s and it sucked for them.  They were being treated like Negroes.

When the movie took place, mostly in 1928 means that it wasn’t a full 10 years since the 19th Amendment had been passed granting women the right to vote, but that it was still a man’s world.  In fact it still is man’s world.  What struck me was while Christine Collins was locked up in LA County’s Psychopathic (not Psychiatric) Hosptial and she ran into a woman who “worked the night shift” who was trying to give her advice on how to make it through there, such as eating all of your food because “it appears normal.”  But it was her next lines that struck a chord with me: she laid out a damned if you do, damned if you don’t scenario that if they smiled too much, they were considered to be covering up their feelings and ultimately maniacal, or if they frowned to much, they were depressed and possibly suicidal, but if they even kept a plain face, they were void of emotion and pre-catatonic.

Woooooow….so, she freed Christine Collins to tell the head doctor and the powers that be “Fuck you and the horse you rode in on!”

It reminded me of a conversation that I had had with some friends earlier about female preachers and pastors in a male dominated field that in some instances these women have to “put on a ministry dick” so to speak just to have their voices heard in the midst of egotistical men who get together just to whip out their own ministries (dicks) and measure them up with each other–who has the biggest church? who has the baddest choir? who can hoop or squall the best?

Aside from all of that, what got me was the complacency of the women in the movies.  Simply stated, many of the staff in this psychopathic hospital were women, portrayed as unaware souls of the women that they helped incarcerate.  It also made me thankful that science and technology has progressed because watching the electroshock therapy was a bit much for my stomach and for my head.  Also, hopefully, we’ve progressed in our treatment of children in the police departments’ juvenile divisions, or rather the Department of Children and Family Services (yes, DCFS, I’m from Chicago so insert whatever appropriate regional acronym) has gone lengths into making children in fact be children.

I’d also be remiss to not give a good kudos to the acting of Jason Butler Harner who played Gordon Northcott, the convicted serial killer and kidnapper of up to 20 little boys, one of which had been thought to be Christine Collins missing boy Walter Collins over which the whole movie was premised.  Harner acted the hell out of that part, especially in the jailhouse scene between he and Jolie and of course the director decided to take this apologist tone when he was walking up the steps of the gallows and fighting each and every step of the way, and Harner was definitely doing his part in acting.  So when the trap door was dropped and his body fell–I was there.

Again, never had a moment like that in “Benjamin Button.”

The movie had wonderful period touches.  I really felt like 1928 Los Angeles, just on the verge of the Great Depression.  I was a fan of the clothing, the cars, the technology of it all as Collins was a manager at the Pacific Telephone and Telegraph company on the switchboards.  What struck me odd was that a single mother was able to afford such a decent lifestyle in that house on her salary in 1928 and forward.  But nonetheless, that was the only issue I seemed to really have with the movie aside from the obvious.

Oh, unrelated to the movie review:

A) Am I the only black person who’s mildly curious about the size of Angelina Jolie’s lips and yet another subtle example of the negrification of our world and B) Why is it that this lady Wendy Worthington, who’s been on the acting scene for quite some time, always ends up playing some sourpuss woman? 

This is a movie I’d recommend.  Such is up to you whether you’d want to make the purchase to buy it on DVD or not, but for those who actually read this as soon as they drop–have fun at the Oscars!

Feel free to leave your thoughts concerning this movie down below, I’d look forward to hearing them.

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

UNN Movie Review: The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

22 Feb

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Okay, the Academy Awards are in two hours and some odd change, let’s see if I can knock out these movie reviews quick fast and in a hurry.

Up on the docket first is “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.”

Honest opinion, this past fall, especially this winter fell short on decent movies I wanted to go see. This was a movie that uppity Negress had somewhat dragged me to see over Christmas break (and yes, I’ve been meaning to do a blog since then).  We sat in the movie theater and I was secretly wishing that she hadn’t gone to see the Adam Sandler movie  ”Bedtime Stories” because that’s what I would have liked to have gone to see given the dearth of decent Christmas movies.

taraji-p-henson6Let me preface this review by saying that I was more than excited to hear all of the buzz surrounding the movie because of 2009 Academy Award Nominee Taraji P. Henson, who I’m nominating for a 2009 Uppity Award.  It was nice to see her move from being a “black actor” to somewhat move into the more mainstream eyes of the rest of the country’s movie goers.  You see, most of us had already been more than familiar with her in the black cult classics of “Baby Boy” opposite Tyrese Gibson and from being in “Hustle and Flow” (a movie I still haven’t seen) opposite Terrence Howard.  However, for me personally, she had placed another jewel in her feature film crown when she starred as Pam, the wife of Tyler Perry’s character in “A Family That Preys.”  Granted that was a “black film,” but for me, I was quite clear that she had moved passed the roles of the ghetto girl in the movies.

So, because of my following Ms. Henson, I had actually read a review on “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.”  I’m not even sure who wrote the review and how long it was, and what paper it was or what online source it was, all I remember reading was that the movement of the film was dependent upon Brad Pitt’s character, Benjamin Button, being born old and getting younger as life went along–and that motif didn’t work.

It was with that aforementioned thought in my head that I sat down for this 166 minute film.  And it is a list of problems as to how I’ll describe this film.

Problem #1: I just don’t do well with historical fiction.  Perhaps I’ve been jaded ever since I was doing a senior African American history paper on Nat Turner and I stumbled upon William Styron’s The Confessions of Nat Turner which was written by a white guy and published in 1967 and just how much uproar was started as a result of a white guy telling black history.  So, once I got past the mother’s try-to-be Creole accent laying up in the bed, with the specter of Hurricane Katrina and tried to figure out what was going on and realized the movie opened up in 1925 (?) New Orleans.  Now I’m not an expert on New Orleans culture, but seeing as how I did live there for three years, my dad is from Louisiana and I do read a lot and soak in a lot, I figured I was miles ahead of the folk who still can’t properly pronounce this words like Atchafalaya and Tchoupitoulous.

I was mildly concerned as to how they were going to portray the black lady raising the white boy, particularly in the South.  It really wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.  I guess the writers and what not got away with that simply because they were in a senior home.  I felt that the early actor of Button, Peter Badalamenti II, did a good job of portraying Button figuring out his body and trying make everything work.  But then again, I had problems with the historicity of the movie when the Pygmy, played by Rampai Mohadi befriends Button and the two hop on a street car together–and sit at the front.

Um, we all know they would have been at the back of the car.  

Moreover, this was easy historical fact to get easy.  This wasn’t small fudging, perhaps stuff like this really isn’t general knowledge like I thought.

Problem #2: The movie just flat out had parts that didn’t make sense.  One of the criticisms I’ve had of Tyler Perry movies was that I wasn’t sure if I was watching comedy’s or dramas.  ”A Family That Preys” was a movie that seemed to nail it on that aspect.  By in large a Tyler Perry movie would have you high and lifted up with great comedy in one seen, and then gripping drama in the next.  As a result of that, the drama comes off as melodrama worthy of Tom Joyner’s “It’s Your World” where all you need is the funky drawbar organ music playing in the background.

I felt this was the case with homeboy who had been struck by lightning seven times.  This was particularly in the light of gripping dramatic scenes such as where Daisy’s daughter, Caroline discovers by reading this journal, on her mother’s deathbed, with Katrina coming on shore, that this crazy old man was her father, or the various vignette that lead to Daisy’s life-altering injury, we could always count on homeboy getting struck by lightning and it definitely being a non-sequitur to the movie.

Also, the biggest glaring error was the opening scene with the clockmaker.  Not ONE shred of evidence connected the clock to Benjamin Button throughout the entire movie.  The opening scene is that of a clockmaker who’s lost his son in World War I and he designs a clock for New Orleans’ Union Station (which has not existed in some years) and when it was revealed even with Teddy Roosevelt present, it was designed to run backwards, in hopes of turning back time so he could see his son again.  Then there’s a cut to the birth of Benjamin Button.  The closing scenes of the movie show the clock has been replaced by a digital forward moving clock and that the old clock itself was sitting on the floor of some storage room that was quickly filling with water as the levees broke.

Seriously, this was a theme that completely didn’t work at all.  No one dealt with the theme of the clockmaker designing some master clock to run backwards and the significance of this clock.  This particular blunder made the motif of Button going through life aging backwards not work well.

Problem #3: The main catalyst of the movie didn’t work.  Had this been a simple love story, I guess on the level of “The Notebook” people would have said this was done before and no one would have given this movie a second look.  So the writers and producers decided to throw a twist into it, and there you have “The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.”  See, I just don’t buyt the feasibility of it all.  The movie never gave me right mixture of fact and fiction that made me want to make the leap of faith of this being reality that this man went through life as simply a novelty.  I’m just convinced that he would have been locked up somewhere where doctors were running tests on him constantly.  I just never got the impression that he would have went through life unscathed by the medical community as such or that no one that he came in contact with wouldn’t have told someone!

Then after the movie had done a good job with the love interest Daisy, Cate Blanchett, it still dropped the ball on the later scenes of the movie as Benjamin regressed back into a baby.  Yes, as unimaginable as it sounds, think about an old baby being born and a new baby dying.

The time line of Benjamin Button had him being born with arthritis and all kinds of octogenarian health problems–at the size of newborn.  Then growing bigger, but growing progressively better as he got older–but yet younger.  So, apparently in the 1960s when he had cut out on his wife–and daughter–he reappeared as an 18 year old (kudos to the makeup team for making 40 year old Brad Pitt look half his age almost) and from then on, not only got older, but got younger–and smaller.  I mean we essentially watched a 90 second vignette toward the end of the movie watching a 70 year old man trapped in a seven year old body–but with the comprehension of a seven year old.  It was as if he were living his life backwards–again.

I was done with the movie by that point.

If you like love stories, perhaps you’ll do okay with it, but clearly I wasn’t a big fan.  This is definitely not a movie I’d recommend to be in one’s DVD collection, perhaps rent if you’re a female and you just like Brad Pitt that much, or if you want to support Taraji P. Henson, otherwise this movie was a bust to me.

Any user comments and quick reviews from others who happened to see the movie?

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

Catch Me If You Can, the black version

22 Feb

The movie “Catch Me If You Can” was a 2003 Dreamworks release from Steven Spielberg and the whole crew of them.  It starred Leonardo DiCaprio as the real life Frank W. Abagnale, Jr. who, based on the movie, had some serious childhood issues with his father namely and before he was 19, yes you read correctly, in 1969, he had passed about $2,500,000.00 in bad checks in 26 different countries.

Yes, you read that correctly.

kevahn-thorpeThis movie was a sleeper film in the black community.  I’m not aware of ANY black people, let alone uppity Negroes that have watched this movie.  Well, this movie made it into my collection and is one of the better movie that I like in my collection.  So when I ran across the story of one Kevahn Thorpe out of Queensbridge Projects, home of Ron Artest and rapper Nas, my mind immediately went to that of Frank Abagnale, Jr.  His story was recently told in New York Magazine earlier this week and was covered by The Root writer Tamara J. Walker.  I didn’t read Walker’s story immediately, but clicked on the link and began reading the lengthy NY Magazine story. 

For those that haven’t already clicked on the story and gotten the gist of it, or at least skimmed it, what happened is that Kevahn Thorpe was a teenager, who’s now 18 years old serving a one-to-three stint last transferred to the infamous Sing Sing maximum security prison as a result of having spent last summer at Rikers and being what most consider a kleptomaniac.  What begs the attention of this young man is that he has shoplifted chronically, and high-end merchandise.  He has consistently lifted from stores like Louis Vuitton, Christian Dior, Prada, Gucci and upscale stores like Barney’s and from designer stores that I’ve never heard of and most certainly can’t afford.

Usually when we hear of blacks who shoplift usually the names like Rocawear or Girbaud pop-up, not with Kevahn.  He started out as a young kid going downtown and lifting from the Macy’s stores and realised that he could get away with it and eventually he stepped his game up.   In the midst of the interview process with the NY Magazine writer Jessica Lustig, Kevahn was quoted as saying “I feel high-class—like nobody can tell me nothing” concerning him being dressed in head-to-toe upscale designer labels.

Immediately my mind went to a Rudolph McKissick sermon I heard where he said that “you dress up in name brand clothing because you don’t know your own name.”  And I really wondered how true that was in the case of young Kevahn. 

kevahn-thorpe-2The story goes on to say just how he had begun to put all of his stolen wares on his Myspace page and that his brother was still laughing about the prospect of him stealing high end goods, but after the first arrest stopped going with Kevahn on the jaunts to the stores.  The story speaks about how much at wits end his mother was, she even tried putting him out, but it was to no avail.  His first run-in with the law was when he was 16, and just how much it appeared that the juvenile justice system was trying to bend over backwards, Kevahn just refused to get it.  His thickheadedness, if you will was even more evident when he was mad upon one of his releases that the prison had lost his clothes with his stolen clothes in it.

The pity of the story came at the end of course.  Kevahn, a 5’7″, 18 year old kid with a slight frame is in Sing Sing because for some reason a disconnect in his mind exists between cause and effect.

The air of the story left it to be that Kevahn was worthy of being some sort of fashion consultant because of his knack for studying catalogs and paying attention to so much fashion detail, but that for some reason he just refused to stop shoplifting.  So was this just general kleptomania, or was there really some deeper issue that goes back to his first quote that “I feel like…nobody can tell me nothing.”

Walker in her article in The Root said “Thorpe’s story reminds us of luxury’s destructive pull. We all have a bit of Kevahn Thorpe in us. Looking like a million bucks, and having other people notice, takes a bit of the sting out of not actually having any money.”  She then takes a turn and ties this all into black America’s obsession, it seems, with how Lady Michelle O. dresses.  I think it’s an interesting tie-in, but I’d rather go back and park ideologically with Walker’s quote.

Let me be transparent here:

It’s hard existing in a world and in a society that focuses heavily on the things that we can obtain that give us status.  One’s ability to look and dress a part is key to success in this world.  My mother is convinced, and probably right, that when me and her were coming back from a funeral in Mississippi and had stopped at a Holiday Inn in downtown Memphis that we probably received better treatment and the discount simply because we still had on our dress clothes from earlier that day.  I personally still struggle internally with just how many things I want in my own world that I keep believing are going to give me the status that I want, and feel that I deserve.  I try and justify my intellect and my genuine motivations for reasons why I should have this stuff versus others who I don’t perceive put the same effort into what I did.

It’s hard sitting in your third year of grad school (I’m in a four year program, so I’m still on track) not fully financially independent from your parents, yet and still you see your other friends finished with their graduate studies and doing well–on the outside.

I have two friends from grammar school that at the age of 24 and 25 are paying mortgages on houses in addition to all of the other bills.  Other friends work 9 to 5 jobs and are on their way to moving out of their parents house and others already have at this point, and in a society and world that puts emphasis on what things you have and how much status those things can give you, it’s a wonder we don’t hear more stories similar to that of Kevahn.

Well, I remember the same preacher saying in another sermon “don’t be worried about how I got what I got, because to get what I got, are you willing to take what I took?”  meaning, that the two friends that are paying mortgages on their houses are parental inherited homes due to the death of their single parents.

That aside, what am I, or what are the Kevahn Thorpe’s of the world supposed to do?  There aren’t many alternatives it seems.  Kevahn is one who less than 24 hours after a release from a detention center goes back to shoplifting, or then there is the case of people like me who just sit up going “WTF” when we turn on the television.  Oh yes, people, please believe I am NOT the only person who reads this blog who feels, shall we say “materially inadequate.”

I think what really is at the root of the issue is self-esteem and self-worth.

It’s basic self-esteem issues that both I and Kevahn appear to deal with based on the story told by the reporters.  When your self-worth is tied into that which you own, or how much you own, or anything that’s ephemeral, you stand the risk of being like Kevahn, or possibly being like me.

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not some recluse that stays in his dorm room hunched over his desk writing blogs all the time like some social misfit, but nonetheless reading Kevahn’s story was a bit of an eye-opener for me.  It provided for me a lens to let me see that I’m not all alone.  I remember being in high school and feeling that I didn’t get respect from some of my peers and that I would get more respect, or rather status, if I had wore designer labels.  I didn’t get that opportunity until post-Hurricane Katrina when I had to buy a whole wardrobe, and even then I realized “clothes don’t make the man” because even in all of that, I still didn’t feel complete.  

Even when I got a car, was a senior in college, I still didn’t feel like I had “it.”  I just knew that at that point, not saying girls was gonna be all over me or nothing, but hell, I had a lil’ change in my pocket, had a car, was dressing the way I wanted to, and even when I would try and holla at some of the girls on campus–nothing happened.  Perhaps this is my own jadedness, but it still appeared to me that the girls on campus were more attracted to the guys that had more things, ergo, more status.  For example, the frat boys of course, or the ones that stayed off campus–and there I was.

It took me from high school to Hurricane Katrina to come to grips that I just wasn’t ugly.  Yup, this uppity Negro had SEVERE self-esteem issues.  This was at least seven years of agony that kept me self ostracized for fear of being teased and ridiculed from peers at school and in the church youth groups.  Even when I got to Fisk in post-Katrina times, it still was a daily battle where I began to force myself to stare in the mirror and get comfortable with what I saw myself.  Even still, it wasn’t an overnight thing that I dealt with.  

Then it wasn’t until this year, some nearly 10 years removed from when I first started high school that I was able to articulate the following out loud not just to a friend, but rather to myself:  Perhaps you actually do have it altogether; everyone else realizes it but you.

Whew!

photo-3That took me out when I first said it.  It was something that I had thought in my head, but to actually vocalize it was something else.  I used to hate having to hear “you’re not my type” from people that I was interested in, but they were interested, it seemed, in what others could do for them, what five-star restaurants they could take them to and how far they’d fly in to see them, or just how they could make someone move from another city just to be with them, and then I realized that I’m created just to be me, and no one else and I’ve begun the process of believing myself.

Yes, it’s a process.  This is not an overnight event where tomorrow morning I’ll be able to wake up and process all of the hurts and anxieties that high school and college and even my current situation has dealt me, but dammit, I’m on my way to putting it altogether.

So for those who actually read this rambling and it made sense to them (LOL) then perhaps this blog post was really for you.  Maybe you really do have it all together and the rest of the world is just waiting for you to realize it for yourself.  Prayerfully after all is said and done you’ll be an asset to those around you who’ll welcome you with open arms.

Maybe taunting “catch me if you can” really isn’t indicative of the individual running from society, but rather the individual running from self.

Feel free to leave comments.

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

Response to “When Does Gay Tolerance Go Too Far?”

20 Feb

onefamily1First of all, if this is the best writing sample that has been produced by The Maroon Tiger, then I feel as though I’ve missed my calling as a journalist because I think I write better than that.

The article in question can be found by clicking on this link and refers to the UNN post on which I first shared it with my readers.

Secondly, and more to the issue of things I think Mr. Gaynor is speaking naively without placing himself in the shoes of a gay person living in a heterosexual world.  The ultimate question raised for me is to what level of tolerance would YOU want if you were in their position?

Actually, my response ends with that question, but I have much more to say.

I think if I hadn’t attended an HBCU and hadn’t had the experiences that I had with gay people on campus, then perhaps I would have left my response as such, but since I did, I have some advice for some of my homosexual bretheren.

I remember when I was a freshman at Dillard University in New Orleans, that in addition to the general culture shock that is the State city of New Orleans and being away from the parents and what not, there was this added issue of the gay presence on campus.  To be specific, there were four young males on campus, two of which took “out” to the next level.  These group of men would go to Ashley Stewart, wear Bebe shirts and everything.  Not to mention they called each other “bitch” all the time.

Now, because I had a female friend who was friends with them, I kind of got to know them on a less flamboyant level, but what I do remember was that they thrived off of attention–or at least that’s how it was interpreted to the rest of the campus.  They thrived off of getting a rise from the heterosexual male population of the campus.  These guys would put an extra flaunt in their step when they walked by a certain bunch of the alpha males in our freshman class.  These guys would be super extra with talk of sex and other various encounters that they had.  I remember vividly being in the lounge and one of them walking in with just boxer shorts and tank top t-shirt, and this was something that not even the heterosexual dudes of the dorm would do.  

Oh did I mention one of them walked out of the shower down the hall naked?

Ohhhhh…yeah, I remember why, some of the straight dudes had taken their clothes while they were in the shower.

See, this whole issue is multi-layered and one straight-forward approach doesn’t apply.  Whereas I fault the gay dudes on campus who knowingly raise the ire of idiotic and egotistical straight males, I still question the motives of the straight males who would take the clothes from someone who already threatened to walk up and down the hallway naked.

And who’s side does it help out that the rumors on campus were that the same straight dudes who ridiculed the gay guys on campus were the same ones who were knocking on their door at 2 and 3 in the morning?

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Now, since this is my blog, I do have something to say about males wearing purses.  

I think that’s more a matter of personal responsibility.  Society isn’t really ready for that–yet.  That would take a fundamental shift that I don’t see coming in the near future at all.  I really don’t think the males on Morehouse’s campus, or any campus for that matter should lose any sleep over a fellow classmate wearing a purse to class–you’re there to learn.  However, my concern is for the purse wearer.  They live in a society that will force them to compromise: either be who you be and wear the purse or don’t wear the purse and stand a better chance of being accepted by larger society.

Of course an even deeper question would ask is wearing the purse being who you really be, or is just a tool to get attention?

I don’t know, I’ve never worn a purse, nor had the desire.  Aside from being the man at the mall who was stuck going with his wife to Black Friday sales at Macy’s, I’ve never really held a purse.  I’m sure the response to that is, why should gay males have to cater to and compromise their being just to fit in with larger society?

I don’t know.  Pose that question to yourself.

It’s my understanding that one goes to college to prepare for the “real world” or whatever we want to call post-college life these days.  The primary objective of college life is to successfully pass classes and that all other social interactions are secondary.  In the midst of all of that, there is some sort of assimilation that takes place–reality is that homeboy with a grill in his mouth, tattoos on his neck and arms, jeans down to his ankles is probably not going to get the corporate job.  HBCUs especially foster an atmosphere for him to dress how he wants to dress outside of the classroom, but once inside the classroom HBCU professors have a tendency to slip into Sunday school teacher mode or Church Deacon mode and tell the boy, “Son, pull ya pants up,” or if someone dressed like a goon walks in, they may actually take the time out to see them after class and ask them “Where do you expect to see yourself in 5 or 10 years?”

I pose the same question to these gay people that decide to wear purses and wear weaves: where do they see themselves in five to 10 years–let alone at the age of 40 or 50.

Oh remember the guy I was talking about who was prancing down the hallway naked–yeah, he’s dead now.  One of four classmates that the Dillard class of 2006, the first post-Katrina class, has buried since 2005.

This is NOT me being anti-gay, but rather this is me being realistic.  Sadly, life is not a utopia like Morehouse or even Atlanta for that matter.  For those that can find their niche outside of the campus communities, that’s fine, don’t let anyone stop you.  But, everytime someone sends me a clip of transsexuals or gay boys fighting on Youtube, my heart breaks because my ultimate question, and one I pose for everyone, is how are you being a productive member of society?  No, this doesn’t have anything to do with have you made your family proud, or even your friends, but honestly, have you reached a plateau for your own existence or do you still have a ways to go in just being who you be?

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Is being gay comparable to being black?

No.

Well, let me clean that up a bit.  I do believe that some people are born gay, and I think that some choose that way or become that way as a result of a plethora of life’s circumstances.  I think how one chooses to carry themselves as a gay person is NOT comparable to being black.  And of course that goes into how does one define being gay; is it the action itself?  is it self-identification? or is it societal identification?  My rubric is that if a gay person took it upon themselves to apply for a job, their interviewer doesn’t necessarily know that they are gay–all of that goes into how one decides to dress, comport themselves and how they speak; they’d see I’m black from the moment I walked through the door.

Or maybe from my name.

As far as the civil rights struggle and fighting for equal rights, I believe that there is much to be learned from the Modern Civil Rights struggle during the 60s that could be applicable to 2009, but it most certainly is a different world in which we live.  We have a different set of rules by which successive generations operate from that was not the case in the 1960s.  Not only are we more tolerant, we’re more accepting of different lifestyles, in fact we celebrate diversity on a level which has not seen before.  But, to borrow the words of Attorney General Eric Holder, “we’re a nation of cowards” not just when it comes to race, but when it comes to sexuality as well.

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I know it sounds like I’m all over the place with this, but it’s because I am, and I think that one should be in order to fully understand the breadth of the world in which we live.  We live in a complex society and the simplicity of the structures we try and impose on it are falling bankrupt.  Our previous norms and concepts of accepted living are changing and the inability for our various institutions such as educational facilities and various churches to keep up with the conversation is going to result in less tolerance from the majority society.

And let me address personally Mr. Gaynor, the author of this article “When Does Tolerance Go Too Far?” and by extension the editorial staff of The Maroon Tiger:

Clearly we have “hard work to do, and loads to lift” because the title alone of Gaynor’s article fails to understand the idea of tolerance in the first place.  If tolerance were placed on a continuum, going farther would in face be acceptance.  Many of us profess this Christian ideal of God and Jesus loving us all and accepting us all, but dammit, we’ve created our own mantra’s that get us around really practicing that such as “love the sinner and hate the sin.”  And I be damned, if the authority of biblical scripture doesn’t get in the way of us fully accepting each other.  We try and reconcile a biblical text that CLEARLY is irreconcilable because of it’s many authors and vastly different authorial intents.

Frankly, I’m borderline convinced that the Bible has solely prevented us from fully embracing what is humanly natural to accept, not just tolerate, all humans.  But the “us vs. them” dichotomy as outlined in the biblical record has a stronghold on most mindsets.

Granted  Gaynor didn’t go into the politics and religious aspects surrounding this controversy, I think his article proved to be homophobic and naive.  Seriously, what Atlanta world is he living in?   He writes “Is it fair for a straight male to come to an institution where he is forced to live in an environment that makes him feel uncomfortable?”  To which I say, for the nearly $40K that’s being paid for tuition and other expenses, there are thousands of other schools in the country from which to send one’s money to, if you don’t feel comfortable, then disenroll and go elsewhere.

Not to mention, an anonymous source has let UNN know that the author of this article is rumored to not necessarily be straight himself.

Okay, that was messy as hell, forgive me, but if I can be totally honest I almost picked that up from the little picture they had in the article.

I hope I didn’t come off as some intolerant, narrow-minded bigot just because I really believe that some of these gay boys on campus purposely incite the ire of the straight boys and I think that concerning this issue, this is a real issue and needs to be told.

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Okay, after all of that, what I want you the reader to walk away with is this:  if the shoe was on the other foot, just how far would you want tolerance to go?

Alright, leave your comments down below.  Keep them cool and not just completely dogging folk out.  This is a touchy subject for some, and I want to try and keep this a hate free zone as much as possible.  Failure to do so may result in your comment not being posted or summarily removed.

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL


When Judas Is Closer Than Jesus

19 Feb

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Okay, I stole that from this girl that goes to school here with me; it had been her Facebook status message momentarily, but when I read this article here, I realised that the metaphorical Judas’ really do exist.  Here’s a short snippet from the AP/Yahoo News Service

 

A group of black ministers who supported U.S. Sen. Roland Burris as he fought to get his job now plan to ask for his resignation following revelations that he tried to raise money for the disgraced governor who appointed him, one of the ministers told The Associated Press on Thursday.

Many of the city’s influential black pastors supported Burris because of his scandal-free reputation — even though he was appointed by then-Gov. Rod Blagojevich three weeks after the governor was arrested for allegedly trying to sell the Senate seat.

Now some of those pastors will ask Burris to resign, according to the minister, who spoke on condition of anonymity because a meeting with Burris had not yet been scheduled.

 

For anyone who knows me and has read this blog knows that I believe that there is, and should be a vocal cross section between church and society.  In other words I strongly believe in politics in the pulpit.  However, this is ultimately ridiculous.  This same body of black clergy went to support former Gov. Rod Blagojevich in mid-December.  Then they supported Roland Burris.  They took Burris on the standard South Side and West Side church tour on one of those Sundays in the midst of it all.  Now they’re coming back out asking for his resignation.

To borrow AverageBro’s terminology, this screams GrandHu$tle to me on the part of the clergy.

Granted Roland Burris is not coming out looking like a rose on this one at all, but damn, at least Jeremiah Wright stood his ground as a clergy member.  Seriously, what are these pastors after in doing this grand flip-flopping.  I really don’t want to make this a blast blog or attempt to defame, discredit or slander people, but it amazes me just what motivates such public actions.  Okay, so you all came out in favor of the guy in the beginning, but what does it profit you to come back out when the guy seems to be headed down–and then to pour salt in the open wound by calling his resignation?!?!?!

It’s borderline unconscionable to me.

I can imagine some of these pastors, ya know of the “Concerned Black Clergy of _________ (insert any urban metropolis name)” preaching the Judas text, working the sermonic metaphors of the 30 pieces of silver equating to Blago’s pay-to-play allegations (yes, these are all allegations still) and painting Burris as the Judas and painting themselves as the Jesus’ that have been duped and tricked.

I can just see the collection baskets passing through with dollars and various checks being dropped into them.

These pastors, in my own opinion, seem to be looking our for their own self-interests.  In a shaky economy when churches are having their buildings foreclosed upon because of missed mortgage payments, and general giving in most churches going down (those that never paid tithes most certainly aren’t about to start now, and for some, that 10% figure has shrunk) why wouldn’t a pastor act in a manner that keeps the most members in the pews and chairs at any given time.

It just comes off as scandalous to me and unnecessary.  I question who would this bunch of people really stand for if times really got tough.  I hope this goes out as a notice to politicians to be careful who you let embrace you because they may turn your back on them.

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In other related news….

Are these “concerned black clergy” outfits outdated?  I mean, I’m mildly tired of seeing the same black clergy on local news stations when something happens with the same tired responses to the community.  Perhaps its just the anti-religion nerve in me jumping, but every time someone gets killed, they come on to the news show in somber, preacher tones and tell the listening public just how “tragic it is” that this person is no longer with us.  Somewhat piggybacking on a conversation I had earlier today, I wonder are these pastors and preachers filling a need that’s demanded by the community or are they “creating” the need themselves.

By “creating” the need, I’m not even remotely suggesting if they commit and construct tragedies to happen just so they can be in the spotlight, but rather I’m suggesting that why does the Black Church, as an institution continue to do the same thing expecting different results?  We hold the same tired prayer vigils, we set up the same monuments, we do the same prayer breakfasts, we address systemic problems with the same solutions: is this not the pop-culture definition of insanity?  

Sometimes, the Bible doesn’t answer every problem.

Sometimes, jumping up and down spinning around 5 times and slapping some oil on the person and telling them to call on the name of Jesus seven times doesn’t work.

What then?

Just some random thoughts from an uppity Negro.

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Finally….

Okay, Senator Roland Burris isn’t squeaky clean.  I’m hoping that has been up until this point.  Perhaps he was bit more ambitious than I was willing to admit, but let the record show, everyone jumped to those conclusions prior to hearing all of the facts.  Everyone was making character assaults on the old man, and still even now, most law professors are saying that the law is still squarely on the side of Burris.  I mean, I hope the U.S. Senate isn’t worried about expelling the guy especially since they have home state constituents that many of them got a whole ‘lotta explaining to do behind this stimulus package they just voted for.

And at least Illinois Democrats have enough sense to tell the Illinois Republicans to FALL BACK on this whole thing that they’re trying to do by holding a special election for the state. 

Now let’s really be fair about this Republicans.  For those who always complain the loudest about state spending, are they really ready to spend $50,000,000 dollars on a statewide election that would require some semblance of a campaign period, and dare say primaries and the whole like just to finish out a less than two year seat–just to get a Republican in office?!?!  FALL BACK!  Fall ALL the way BACK!

Do you feel that Roland Burris has gotten a fair shake in the media?  Per Eric Holder’s admonition to not be a coward, do you think race has played into how Burris has been treated  or has it been just plain ol’ politics?  Am I the only one who’s sick and tired of doing church the same old way and nothing has changed–I thought Jesus had all the pow-vuh?  

And yes, this was two posts in one day, :-)

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

Obama Administration’s Silver Lining; Atty. Gen. Eric Holder calls America “a nation of cowards” when it comes to race

19 Feb

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Well, AMEN!

Per the title of this post, that been an angle I’ve been pushing subtilely on this blog for some time now.  Of course the usuals, like Elizabeth Hasselbeck just now on The View get it wrong.  What’s at the center of the controversy is the following quote made by Attorney General Eric Holder during a Black History Month speech.

Though this nation has proudly thought of itself as an ethnic melting pot, in things racial we have always been and continue to be, in too many ways, essentially a nation of cowards.

As opposed to taking what that man said as fact and reality of the situation, they feel the need to say “we just elected our first bl-African American [please insert hyphen if you will] president last month” and continue to show the progress that has been made.

DAYUM!  Just how thick and dense are some conservatives–and self-identified Republicans?!?!?!

No one’s denying that fact, but what Holder was getting at was that which I condemned our then presidential candidate Barack Obama for: he took race off of the table when he dissociated himself with Jeremiah Wright.  I was quite clear about it then, as I am now that race is an issue that requires one to have a backbone.  Pusillanimous preachers and politicians and those who have bully pulpits have long swept this issue under the rug and always dealt with it in terms of black and white.  Even now, unbeknownst to me until yesterday, there was a black guy, unarmed of course, who was shot while driving his own car by one of two plain clothes police officers driving unmarked cars–in his OWN DRIVEWAY–outside of Houston, Texas in the suburb of Bellaire.  Then on Rick Sanchez’s hour, they interview a police officer who said he doubts seriously that racial profiling had anything to do with the shooting.

Really?!?!?!

I’m not quite sure how else would I word that which is our systemic aversion to racial issues in America, but I still favor Holder’s choice.  In racially mixed settings, we tend to avoid having real racial conversations.  Those of you who kept up with my blog from last summer know just how awkward it is to breech these topics in a racially mixed setting.  I mean, when the issue of race would come up, I generally wouldn’t back down (not unless I was just tired and didn’t care at the moment) and it was physically evident how uncomfortable one of the other interns got and even my host mother one time.  However, as I wrote back then, the kids were more than willing to have that conversation.  It was almost as if they were starving to have the whole Barack Obama conversation with me, and how did I really feel as a black male supporting him.

And I was more than happy to be transparent about my feelings.  What I wrote on the blog was what I told a bunch of 14, 15 and 16 year old white boys who grew up in DC suburbia.

Well, why do I agree with Holder that we’re a nation of cowards?  Here, look at the following cartoon below:

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Perhaps I’m giving the cartoonist Sean Delonas from The New York Post cartoon that caused such a ruckus on the morning of February 18th, parodies the chimpanzee that was shot earlier this week when it mauled its owner in Connecticut.  But it’s an interesting interpolation of the information about the stimulus package, which of course invokes Obama.  

So, ultimately, we’re left with the image of two befuddled looking policemen (Congress perhaps?) shooting the author of the stimulus package, who happens to be a dark chimpanzee or monkey–which was really shot in real life for attacking a white woman.

COME ON TRUTH!!!!

Here’s what Al Sharpton had to say:

The cartoon in today’s New York Post is troubling at best given the historic racist attacks of African-Americans as being synonymous with monkeys. One has to question whether the cartoonist is making a less than casual reference to this when in the cartoon they have police saying after shooting a chimpanzee that “Now they will have to find someone else to write the stimulus bill. Being that the stimulus bill has been the first legislative victory of President Barack Obama (the first African American president) and has become synonymous with him it is not a reach to wonder are they inferring that a monkey wrote the last bill?”

But we don’t want to talk about race in this country.

So as Laurence Fishburne went on to say while he sat on The View, as the replacement of William Peterson’s character on CSI: Crime Scene Investigation, the Las Vegas one,  ”we have a family disease and it’s called race.”  He implied that Holder’s comments were a bit too incendiary.  Clearly I beg to differ.  I think the fact that most conservatives have criticized him and went on talking about  just how far we’ve come as a country is proof-positive that he’s right–NO ONE wants to have that conversation.

Honestly, I was beginning to resign myself to Obama’s administration just being a bunch of middle of the road to centrist Democratic lackeys with no teeth.  Most of the people he chose were white, and when he signed the executive orders on like day 2 of the job that hopefully will lead to the closing of Gitmo, EVERYONE standing behind him was eerily white–and male.  Nothing against qualified white males in position, but still, coming from Obama, it’s still just kind of interesting to watch.  So, the one black male on his cabinet was Eric Holder and many of us on the black blagosphere really weren’t holding out much hope for Brother Holder because he’s a Clinton holdover from 1993-2001.  Many had high aspirations especially for him to clean up the civil rights division, that was virtually non-existent under Bush, and tackle many of these racially charged issues that arise, lest we have another Jena 6 situation, or the police shooting of Sean Bell where the police officers were accquited or even with Oscar Grant’s death in Oakland, California–we’ll see how that one is handled.

But, kudos to Eric Holder for taking a stand and holding to his guns.  He’s definitely getting nominated for an Uppity Negro Award for 2009.  In the words of Chicago Sun-Times columnist Mary Mitchell, “Holder isn’t putting us down. He’s asking us to have courage.”

Do you think Eric Holder’s remarks were uncalled for and just hyperbolic rhetoric that was used just make it a memorable speech?  Or do you really think that we are a nation of cowards because of our tendency to look at progress of racial equality in this country rather deal with the hurts and grim realities of race in this country?

Stay tuned for “Response to ‘When Does Tolerance Go Too Far?’” within the next 24-48 hours, live on UNN

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

When Does Gay Tolerance Go Too Far?

18 Feb

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I stumbled upon this article that was published in the The Maroon Tiger, Morehouse College’s campus newspaper.  The following is the article as published in that newspaper in it’s entirety.  I’ll be publishing a response to the article within the coming days, but for now, please discuss the following article amongst yourselves.

 

It’s no secret that the gay population on Morehouse’s campus does not go unnoticed. Take a walk down Brown Street on a clear spring day, and one will quickly learn that Morehouse College is an institution unlike no other for reasons far more than the “Morehouse Mystique.”

Although Dr. Franklin has urged men of Morehouse on various occasions to treat each other with the utmost respect (especially homosexual students), I notice the prevailing discomfort between our heterosexual students and their homosexual counterparts. You know how it goes: a cluster of openly gay students walk by, and a group of heterosexual students suddenly stop what they’re doing to either avoid making any contact whatsoever, or look on with a sense of disgust. Or when class discussions happen to run on the topic of homosexuality, and that one openly homosexual student steps up to the plate to defend himself and his lifestyle. The silence in the classroom is one of much uneasiness for no one wants to counter-respond in fear of coming off too strong. Awkward?

I don’t want to get into the religious, scientific, or philosophical explanations and connotations of homosexuality; however, I do find that this taboo subject merits great conversation.

This lovely man-producing institution, Morehouse College, contains many homosexual students, some openly and others not so much. Heterosexual students, through their unsettlement with this reality, tend to make gay slurs within the comfort of their friends, and homosexual students do whatever it is that they do behind close doors. That’s the reality.

Over the years, despite social divergence on campus, the Morehouse community has done their share to both accept and adjust to the growing homosexual population. But don’t you think this has gone too far? A boy with a pocketbook is far.

It’s not so much that “straight” men of Morehouse are uncomfortable with the gay lifestyle, but more so because it is constantly and quite robustly thrown in their face. Does being a gay man include adopting the traits of a woman? Because if that’s the case, there’s a more fitting school, and it’s called Spelman College.

I’m all for being who you are. If you like women, go on and date women. If you like men, be my guest and date men. But if you are born a man, you should be just that–a man. If I have to look twice to tell if I’m looking at a man or woman on an all-male campus, then something is tragically wrong.

At this rate, Morehouse College may find itself in a difficult situation. What happens if and when one of our gay Morehouse brothers decides to go the next step and undergo a sex-change operation, and is then physically considered to be a woman? Does Morehouse have the right to ask that student to leave?

A massive population of feminine males and possible transgender students could critically damage the reputation of Morehouse and perhaps decline the amount of admissions, significantly impacting the college. Would it be wrong for Morehouse to implement a new acceptance procedure in which they are required to interview students, in an attempt to decrease gay population?

Now of course such a process is not likely to succeed, however something must be done before Morehouse College, an all “male” Black institution, becomes something quite the opposite in the years to come.

One may argue that Morehouse should allow their students to live as they please, but in these circumstances, one must begin to accept that this once black-and-white matter has become a rather gray, complicated issue.

It is true that some men of Morehouse have failed to honor and respect their gay brothers. Yet, the feelings and presence of heterosexual students should not be ignored. Is it fair for a straight male to come to an institution where he is forced to live in an environment that makes him feel uncomfortable? Because I’m quite sure that if he wanted to be surrounded by females, he would have gone to Clark-Atlanta University.

I’m not saying that having gay students at this institution damages the image of Morehouse, however as the only all-male African American liberal arts college in America, we have a certain image to uphold and a man with hair weave just isn’t it.

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Gerren Gaynor writes for The Maroon Tiger, the Morehouse College student newspaper.  

So leave some comments, this is a good and juicy subject, I’d love to hear what my readers have to say about this particular issue.  Moreover, what do you think a proper uppity Negro response should be to this article.

Keep it uppity, and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

Creating Community

15 Feb

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Last year, around finals, I was in the barbershop for about two hours.  Partially because my barber always runs about 15-30 minutes behind schedule (not a big deal, I’m used to it) and my friend was in the chair behind me.  So they all know that we go to “that preacher school” up the street, my barber knows I’m a musician (they all think I play drums, HAHA) and it was the end of the semester so we had mentioned finals.  The barber in the next chair was in on the convo because those two are the only original barbers since I started going in 2007.  He moved down here from Chicago–West Side (**rolls eyes**) and the usual barbershop banter continued.

The next day I was driving down Northside drive stopped at the 10th Street light headed to Fellini’s on Howell Mill Road and this dark black Magnum pulled up.  

Okaaayyyyyyyy….

I could tell the dude in the car was staring hard at me.

Well, this was Atlanta, and this certainly was NOT the first time that had happened, and among the more mild stoplight experiences I’ve had.  I saw the guy had on shades, even though it was clearly dusk and there was no need for them.  Then the window rolled down and I was prepared to run the red light when the door opened.  Now the window on my front passenger seat needs a new motor, so I don’t open it FOR ANYTHING resulting in me having to use the back passenger side window.  I looked up and saw it was the other barber from one chair over, hollering like he was from the West Side of Chicago asking me “Why you aint studyin’ for your finals?!?!?”

It was a quick joke and we both pulled off.  But from that light, I felt a surge of pride almost.  It was one black man to another that we had created that bond of community.  

Now understandably the barbershop (or beautyshop) is one of those sacred spaces where intimacy unrealised takes place.   I mean, it’s the place where a woman is allowed to touch another woman’s face–manno a manno in the barbershop, so it’s not uncommon when relationship ties happen.  For instance, I know that my barber up in Chicago cheats on his wife if the right woman at the right time comes by–and he’s got more than one kid.  Not the biggest secret in the world, I’m sure the whole shop knows that, but still there is that sacred space in which community has been created.

I made a connection with that story of my barber the night I had my annual Kwanzaa Get-Together at my house last Christmas break for the night of Ujamaa, Cooperative Economics and of course the discussion broached the subject as to why blacks have a tendency not to deal with other blacks when it comes to business deals.  Uppity Friend retold a story of a catering service she used earlier that year for an event and just how atrocious the service was and the absolute lack of professionalism–something that she never experienced when using a non-black service.  My answer as to why that happened was a lack of community.

Community cares about one another.  Far too often we, black folk, don’t care about one another.  We don’t take time to make a vested interest in each other using our own gifts and talents.  For instance, on campus there are others who make a plea that pastoral care and counseling is the key to ministry, I beg to differ.  Even though my concentration is not that, I don’t make the argument that my field is the only way to go, having that mindset does nothing but set us at odds to with each other.  I just know for a fact that pastoral care and counseling is NOT my strong point, whereas preaching is something I’m interested and more inclined to do.

Community also builds up one another.  Too often we, black folks, don’t do anything for one another.  We definitely assimilate into the capitalist, individualistic mindset of the dog-eat-dog mentality that includes the “I got mine, now you get yours” conservative bullcrap that put Joe-the-Plumber in the limelight.  This ideology is counterintuitive to how we made through slavery, segregation and Jim Crow: I survived, because we survived.  Or in other words, the individual survived because the community survived.  Sure there were those of us in different classes, but even the middle class people back in the day, or the elitists such as W.E.B. DuBois, Alain Locke or Booker T. Washington who laid the groundwork for other black intellectuals such as E. Franklin Frazier or C. Eric Lincoln paving the way for the Stanley Crouch’s, Cornel West’s and Michael Eric Dyson’s–all give a clarion call that’s geared toward community.

Just in the car trip back from Baton Rouge and New Orleans this past week I played for my friend two sermons.  One of which was a sermon from Otis Moss III’s “Thug Life” series that he preached back in 2007 entitled “Raising Cain” which dealt with the community raising a generation that can be diametrically opposed to one another; we enjoy raising Abel, but we are often times forced to raise Cain as well.  Preaching from the Genesis 4 passage, he issues a charge to the community to take on the challenge to raise Cain and in the process, Abel will be raised and nurtured as well.  My friend turned to me and said, “I liked the message, but it just didn’t do it for me.  I guess I’m still used to the whole…ya know…Pentecostal thing.”

So, I popped in another CD from a Men’s Week Revival preached by Rudolph McKissick from October 2007 entitled “I’m Sick of Living Like a Lunatic” from Matthew 17 where the disciples had been asked to heal the man’s son, and Jesus summarily casted out a demon.  Before McKissick reached his first point my friend was already “in the gate” so to speak, talking back to the radio as if he were sitting there in church live.  I was driving rolling my eyes saying to myself, “Dude, are you serious?”

Now granted I am much more a fan of the preaching style of McKissick–it’s much more charismatic, and he’s going to give you a guaranteed close on “won’t He, won’t He, won’t He,” the message was geared to the individual.  There wasn’t one God-claim that was how the individual help that he proscribed was relative to the community.  Okay, sure the points he made were valid, and for the most part (**rolls eyes VERY hard**) they were found relative to the scriptural text, but NONE of them provided the individual with tools to live in better community with one another.  Just because one gets their own situation under control does not make them any better acclimated to operating in society.

Community also holds one another accountable.  In my own humble opinion, not until we, humanity, not just blacks, learn that we’re all cut from the same tye-dyed fabric operating in the imago Dei of the Divine Creator, all finding our purpose in life, I’m not convinced that we’ll ever right this listing ship of humanity.  By in large the storm that humankind finds itself in is a man made disaster.  We have created our own weapons of mass destruction in the form of hatred, xenophobia and anti-intellectualism resulting in a near doomsday scenario leading to a nuclear holocaust of high emotions that might ultimately cost us our lives one day.

So, to my readers, take agency into your own hands and do what doesn’t seem natural.  Whereas pop-culture informs our thinking and society may tell us “I got mine, now you get yours” fight that urge and do what’s right.

Now that you have purified yourselves by obeying the truth so that you have sincere love for your sisters and brothers, love one another deeply, from the heart.

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

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