Archive | June, 2009

An Almost Apology….from the Uppity Negro

29 Jun

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If you want to view this an apology, by all means do so, but even I’ll admit it’s going to be a half-hearted one.

I talked over the whole Michael Jackson death with my friend on Sunday afternoon and I was telling him how I felt and what I had written on my blog.  We came around to the conclusion that perhaps another pertinent question I should have proposed was how, or rather, why did Michael Jackson’s music have such a global and staying impact?  What about him was different than any other star or celebrity–musically?  He also pointed out to me that in fact music is timeless.

All of which I agreed with.

So, then I forced myself into asking why in the hell did I get worked up about it and felt compelled to write two blog posts about it when at most I planned to just put up his picture but the birth year and 2009 and call it a day–and that was if I remembered to do so seeing as how Michael Jackson’s music weren’t a soundtrack to my early life.  

Ahhhhh….I remember.  I made a joke, “two famous white women died yesterday” and someone–who shall remain nameless–told me via tweet that I was wrong and that I should delete that tweet.

All of this stemmed from me feeling that I was being censored for my opinions.  

I felt, and still feel that my Facebook status messages or tweets on Twitter should not have such power as to offend or affect someone seeing as how I didn’t specifically write a message to one individual.  My opinions count just as much as the feelings and emotions of others.  I just felt personally that in all fairness that there should always be a dissenting opinion: groupthink is a terrible place to find one’s self situated.  There is no guarantee that when emotions are raw that the masses won’t erupt in hysteria lest a voice of reason asks the group to slow down before they make their decisions.

That’s all I was doing–giving an opposite opinion.  Not just for the sake of doing so, but actually because I really felt that way, and still do.  Nothing has changed on that front.  However, one of the joys of being a blogger is having a platform to say so, and people actually read and respond to it.

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

Is One Death Greater Than The Other?

28 Jun

So, we just got word that television personality Billy Mays was found dead at his home in Tampa, Florida.  And of course the blogs and the text messages, and Facebook and Twitter status messages and updates are decrying the deaths of Ed McMahon, Farrah Fawcett, Michael Jackson and are now adding Billy Mays to the list of celebrity deaths all within less than a week’s time span.

In case you stil haven’t figured out who Billy Mays is check out the following:

Now that everyone’s said “Oh, yeaaaaaaaah, him.  Dayum!” Let me just propose something:

I’ve read the comments that were left on this blog, and some comments left on Twitter concerning Michael Jackson, I still maintain that as a collective people we should be very careful to what level we may deify our celebrities–moreover for what reasons.  Sorry, I can’t help but feel that how is it that four celebrities died this past week that the majority of us DO NOT KNOW and we’re ready to speak about God’s wrath and how God’s calling the roll and how we need to get ready is nothing but a crock of horse crap!

I hold this up in the same vein as those that say just because bad weather such as earthquakes, tornadoes or even hurricanes that either God is judging people or that it’s the end times.  Maybe it’s just that we have technology that allows people to track the bad weather; back in the day no one necessarily knew about some weather phenomenon because the earth wasn’t as populated.  And to address hurricane’s specifically–who told these white European settlers to try and settle in places like New Orleans or Miami or Tampa in these highly flood prone areas and then turn around and question Mother Nature.

As I said many times before, why do we sensationalize the deaths of some celebrities, particularly the four of last week and today, none of which carry any semblance of a martyr status, in the face of the deaths of people that are literally dying in the streets from all types of malicious violence unnecessarily?  For very few of us, their lives hold small crowning achievements with which we can gleam hope for a brighter future for.  I know we don’t like to talk about it, but I think a stark few of us recall to mind any of the following four when we think of a “bright hope for tomorrow.”

Why should I mourn and go into mild histrionics over the death of Michael Jackson?  Yes, he defined an era when it came to music, but why, WHY Lord are we following this man like he was a god or something?  There’s even been rumors that folks committed suicide over him!  Even when gospel music great Timothy Wright finally died after being in the coma from the car accident, I didn’t mourn and I actually had an attachment to much of his music.  There seems to be sometimes an unwritten rule to not speak ill of the dead and let them be in peace.

Really?

They’re dead, what can they really do?  I doubt that whatever your beliefs in the afterlife that that person is concerned about how a few people speak their minds concerning them.

I read one status comment on Facebook or Twitter and it said to the effect that “People need to realize that when others are grieving, maybe this is not yo moment to shine as an ‘alternative voice’ esp when u’re just an ass.”  And it still made want to say, apparently your grief is misplaced.  

Well, I guess I just said it.

And unashamedly so I might add.

The emotions behind this seem to me to be misplaced to me.  I’d much rather us a human race channel these emotions into making a positive example out of their lives to affect change in our local communities.  Mourning the death of someone you never met, who merely made you feel good through music or through a television show–as a sex symbol mind you–is not enough for me.  MOurning the loss of someone who made conscious music perhaps would present humanity more the poorer.  But, as I dig myself deeper into this hole of what will probably be seen as just classic hatin’ on my behalf, the high point of Michael Jackson’s career had somewhat passed and he had traveled down a slippery slope landing in the land of WTF? with most of us scratching our heads saying exactly that–WTF?

I think perhaps if I hadn’t seen so much deep-seated emotion attached to this death I probably wouldn’t have made such a big deal out of it, but it seems that like myself at times, some of us have misplaced our emotions on this one.

I think the perfect comparison was just how much people fawned over the death of Princess Diana who yes had a much more public philanthropic presence than those celebrities we lost this past week, but in the tandem death of Mother Teresa from India, I wonder who got more media coverage, let alone I wonder who had more effusive feelings of loss with regards to their death.

So I ask one simple question: Is one death greater than that of another human? 

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

Why I’m Against The 2016 Summer Olympics in Chicago?

27 Jun

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I guess with the Today Show doing a piece on Chicago’s Olympic bid for the 2016 Summer Games earlier this week, it solidified that the rest of the country was aware of the city’s bid.  And I guess it was the beginning of the country’s rallying cry to the International Olympic Committee for the Games to be held on U.S. soil.  

Who gives a flying crap? 

Honestly, most black South Siders aren’t in favor of the Games.  Let me tell you why. 

Primarily, this will be the “final solution” to regentrification on my side of town.  Just in May when I went home and got my car towed and was traveling west on 35th street coming from Cottage Grove and I actually saw random white people walking up down the street as if they lived there and I—ohhhhhhh, that’s right, they DO live there.  Not to mention that they long since had torn down the high rise public housing that had been abandoned as long as I could remember visible from about 41st and Lake Shore Drive on Lake Park Ave.  And to actually see the Ida B. Wells Homes torn down was somewhat of a landmark gone to me.  

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The square sets of buildings are the original Ida B. Wells Row Houses. The slanted mid-rises were built a bit later. The diagonal street is Vincennes and 39th Street is just off the camera shot.

And I was partial to it simply because my mother used to live at 667 E. 37th Place from the third grade through high school.  Not saying that she ever wanted to live there again, but the fact that the Ida B. Wells homes were row houses partially built by black laborers in 1941 and housed many of the World War II veterans and their families when the war was over and much like the Altgeld Garden Homes of the very, very Far South Side on 137th, these homes were solid and sturdily built.  Placing them next door to each other and providing yard space meant that they were refurbishable.  They did so with Altgeld Gardens on 137th and with Lowden Homes on 95th street.  I actually watched them vacate all of Lowden Homes (which was built in front of the working class subdivision of Princeton Park) and place sod and air conditioning units in all of the houses and redo the basketball court.  Not saying that I’d jump at the opportunity to live in public housing, but seeing where it used to be, people should be more than thankful for such a roof over their head. 

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Early photos of Ida B. Wells Housing. Date unknown and street corner unknown.

And that’s the way it should be.  As I continue on my tangent, black folk handled public housing in a weird way psychologically.  If something went wrong with their house, such as plumbing we’d immediately make everyone aware that we don’t own it and how “they” making reference to the city, needs to come fix they ish.  But when it would come down to gangs and misplaced displays of hypermasculinity, people would be ready to fight and start shooting over what housing project they came from.  We laid claim to property we never owned!  Hell, didn’t even pay rent on it! 

Said all that to say that now instead of rundown and unkempt housing projects that still boasted the swing set that my mother played on back in the late 50s, there are now homes priced in the mid-200s to the mid 300s being built on those old plots—ready made for subdivision living.   

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The full length shot of Robert Taylor Homes stretching into Stateway in the far in looking north toward downtown Chicago.

It was more than a shock to see a Starbucks Coffee house next door to a Jimmy Johns placed smack dab on the corner of 35th and State Street where Robert Taylor highrises would loom to the south and Stateway would tower to the north split in two with Illinois Institute of Technology (IIT) with its minimalist architecture of Mies van der Rohe almost fitting into the staid design of the projects.  Further north on State Chicagoans could be treated to Dearborn Homes, short mid rises, and Harrold Ickes Homes on the south side of Cermak and Hilliard Homes on the north side of 22nd Street, finally ending the near three mile stretch of continuous housing projects. 

In some respects I’m glad they tore ‘em down.  I never saw the reason why some of these complexes still had buildings in tact when on the roll occupancy had long since fallen below the 40% mark, meaning that whole buildings were completely empty—but open to squatters and God knows what other dregs of society set up camp.  I was told by some friends who lived off of King Drive and 35th—not in Ida B. Wells, but that during the 90s that the four or so block jaunt between King Drive and State street provided the perfect Pythagorean trajectory from the rooftops and top floors of Robert Taylor to pick off people with assault and assassin weapons down below in Ida B. Wells. 

So, of course none of the Olympiads will have to contend with this at all. 

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Bronzeville Welcome statue that faces north toward downtown Chicago at approx. 29th and King Drive.

It’s somewhat a sad note that this near South Side of Bronzeville, which boasts a bronze statue of a man somewhere about 29th and King Drive carrying a suitcase bound for the Promised Land of Chicago has turned into Buppyville.  From approximately 1910, beginning with the census that year until the 1950s, Chicago’s black population boomed and the first destination for many blacks was this small corridor between State Street and Cottage Grove from about 55th to about 22nd give or take a few blocks to the north, east and south—but not the west: that was Bridgeport and even as late at the 1990s racial tensions flared with the severe beating of Lenard Clark. 

This was the 2nd Ward at the time, now 1st ward of the city and since the 1915 elections, had boasted a black alderman, the first being Oscar De Priest.  HAHAHAHA!!! How times change!  They elected a white alderperson for the first time in the last city wide election in 2007. 

As our metropolitan cities beginning to move back toward the white side of the color spectrum, we face an interesting urban crisis.  If I can do a bit more of a history, permit me: 

During the 70s and the 80s, at least in the north, major cities began to see more and more black city council members and most major cities through the 70s and 80s and early 90s had elected their first black mayor: Chicago, Gary, Ind., Cleveland, Detroit, Philadelphia, New York City and Washington, D.C. (although I still wonder if the claim can be made that D.C. is still a southern city on the basis that it’s south of the Mason-Dixon line and that it was once very legal to trade slaves within the District).  But particularly for the cities in the Rust Belt from Chicago east to perhaps Pittsburgh and north to cities like Buffalo and the Roc (Rochester) and all the industrial cities inbetween,  most of them were facing industrial collapse headed into the 80s and most certainly during the 80s. 

Perhaps, one could chalk this up to Reagonomics I’m sure, but many of these northern cities were seeing new urban phenomena of street gangs and yes, crack/cocaine was hitting the streets during this time.  Isn’t it ironic that many of these cities had substantial black leadership at the time in which to blame the crisis on?  So what did the white folk do—ducked their heads from the flying bullets and headed for the suburbs with a quickness. 

I mean, by the early 90s living in the city was not what was up.  I remember reading murder statistics for Chicago in the early 90s and one year Chicago had well over 700 murders—WTF?!?!?  It’s a wonder I wasn’t shot on the bus headed to school.  I personally remember trying not to match red and black or blue and black colors together for fear of being approached by gang members or being mistaken for someone else. 

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Late Chicago Mayor Harrold Washington the night of the 1983 election winning the mayoral seat.

Harrold Washington, who many believe was killed on purpose and the coroner just reported heart attack, was instrumental in keeping Chicago together through the 1980s when other northern industrialized cities were in financial and strategic panic mode trying to keep everything together.  Fact of the matter is that Mayor Daley is running off of the juices and long term plans of Washington.  Much of the city beautification that has taken place and public school plans were the result of Washington holding it together.  Although, I’m not convinced that Washington would have handled the public housing in quite the same manner. 

It’s more than evident that Daley’s had been planning for the Olympics long before most of us were aware.  Now the flower pots in the middle of the major streets, Millennium Park, the old Meigs Field scandal and the whole CTA debacle begin to make sense.    As far as the human toll, what happens is that these same people who once occupied the projects unfortunately get Section 8 vouchers and still fail to understand the value of taking care of their own property.  Some will come into mixed income housing, which sounds like an idea that should work, but many of the former housing project residents just don’t get it! 

Or even worse, they and other miscreants head out to the suburbs.  They continue doing the same type of stuff that they did in the city, but out in suburbs with police forces of maybe TEN cops who are more than ill prepared to deal with the sudden influx of violence and drug sales.  Unlike other municipalities I’ve observed where often times the county is the predominant law enforcement for the smaller suburbs, or even in places like Jacksonville, Fla. or Nashville, Tenn. where the county has been consolidate into the city (or vice versa) and the Metropolitan police, or the Jacksonville Sheriff’s Office is the singular law enforcement for the whole county, Cook County’s collar cities all have, for the most part individual police departments. 

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Artist rendering of the Chicago Olympic Stadium in Washington Park for the 2016 Summer Olympics.

I said all that to say that the Summer Olympics, if held in Chicago, seems to mostly affect negatively people of color.  Sure it may provide jobs for some local teens and others when it comes to concession stands and what not, but the Olympic Stadium is slated to be built approximately ¾ of a mile from where I live, or about 7 or 8 blocks in Washington Park, the western border for the Hyde Park neighborhood and I wonder just how many no-bid contracts Daley would end up letting slide to his cronies (I mean this guy already has the truck scandal underneath him and now the parking meter scandal and we keep friggin’ electing him!!!).   I doubt many black or Latino contractors would get the jobs building this massive 100,000+ seat stadium.  

Also, west of Cottage Grove, on 51st on the north, 59th on the south and King Drive on the west, most of the building owners are black, and I just wonder when property values skyrocket because they’d be literally across the street from the Olympics and then property taxes rise, just how are they going to be able to pay them and would not white real estate investors be laying in the wait to scoop what’s left after the dust settles. 

In all honesty, I’m really hoping Chicago doesn’t get the bid at all. 

How would you feel if your city were to get the Olympics in their backyard?  Do you think that it would be a positive or a negative?  Do you think the foreigners would treat the South Siders with respect, or even vice versa?  Have you noticed a whitening of a urban landscape or is that just a figment of my imagination?  Annnnnnd again, who actually read all of this? :-)

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

The Day When Two Famous White Women Died

26 Jun

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Clearly I used that post title for shock value.

I’m actually writing this on the day of the death of Michael Jackson and Farrah Fawcett, but I refuse to post as soon as I’m done with this simply because I think there are more pressing issues to deal with in life.

I received a text message from a good friend that read “Welp, we lost two white women today Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson done slipped on into glory”  and I couldn’t help but laugh.  I literally hooted and hollered for a couple of seconds.  Call me calloused or what not, but when I seriously say that my life has not and will not be affected by the death of Michael Jackson and most certainly not Farrah Fawcett now that both of them have died.

I’ve always wondered why do we as a country have all of this effuse outpouring of emotion when the death of a celebrity occurs.  I remember that some of my friends scolded me last fall when Jennifer Hudson had to deal with the public murders of her close family members and I wrote a scathing post about how is it that churches across the country and most certainly back in my hometown were putting up signs about how the Hudson family was in their prayers all of a sudden.  I called the thought process into question because I was concerned about the nameless children from Chicago Public Schools who had been senselessly murdered, but there wasn’t even remotely the amount of outpouring of grief nor outpouring of rage in our communities.

I understand that the families of both of these celebrities have real feelings that are no more real or no more fake than any other families’ emotions and gut wrenching pain they experience when a death occurs.  I’m not at all saying that they shouldn’t be expressing emotions, I’m just left scratching my head as to why so many people who have no real human connection to Michael aside from a concert or two, and many of us just saw him on our TV screens, are experiencing and expressing such deep-seated emotions.

By all respects, Michael Jackson, and even Farrah Fawcett were icons for their generation.  And of course Michael Jackson was very much a part of of Americana.  Many adults in their 30s and 40s grew up with Michael Jackson as far as his music being a soundtrack to their lives, but still I question just how and why do we attach ourselves to celebrities to this level?  The reality is that the same people who have this outpouring of emotion toward a man they never met on Facebook and Twitter, are the same people who had nothing but mean things to say about fathers on this past Sunday for Father’s Day–what’s the disconnect?

I’m not at all asking us to diminish the fact that yet another human being has made a transition, or rather succumbed to the ultimate statistic that befalls 10 out of 10 people, but I do question to what point do we really draw the line.  I fully understand the death, and most certainly the murder of individuals such as a John F. Kennedy, his brother Robert, a Medgar Evers or a Martin Luther King simply because a community and even a country’s collective hope had been placed (or maybe misplaced) in a human.  Aside from breaking the color barrier on MTV with “Thriller” I’m not sure that the quality of life of anyone black or white, young or old was substantially affected by Michael Jackson.

And I hold the same standard for any celebrity.  

Y’all know I love being the dissenting opinion, so would you have expected anything less from the Uppity Negro?  I think being the dissenting or opposing opinion (except maybe in the case of the chronically and critically confused Clarence Thomas) prevents groupthink, or the idea that because one or two begin to engage in one train of thought that a discussion should be had in order to get both sides of the opinion.  I’m sure many people will find this post, dare-say, irreverent, is that not appropriate for much of the life that Michael Jackson lead?  One fraught with this weird skin color change, the horrid effects of plastic surgery, someone who clearly “had a lot on his mind,” and we most certainly didn’t have any problems when Chris Rock included a Michael Jackson joke in his comedy of his movie “I Think I Love My Wife.”

And while I’m here at this point–every black person I knew would have laughed at some type of Michael Jackson joke.  In fact, I’ve heard him being referred to as a “white woman” long before today–so because something that really is a natural occurence of life has happened–death–all jokes are off?  

Gimme a break.

Let the jokes continue.  Why?  Because yesterday, two famous white women died.

It would be nice if I got a crapload of comments following this post.  I don’t mind the good, the bad, the ugly and even the downright nasty.  But I won’t tolerate the personal attacks from trolls, so lemme here it.  I would really, however, appreciate it if you would actually engage the ideas that I presented in this post rather than just sound off at me, but to each his own, I’d love to hear from you.

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

I Have No Words: Hurricane Chris Performs for Louisiana State Legislature

25 Jun

Now I lived in New Orleans for a hot second amounting to three years of my life, and it was just kind of common fun to poke fun at the kids from Shreveport, or as they said Port City.  It was a fair number of people from Shreveport that I went to school with down at Dillard and I still keep up with a few of them ’till this day.

Although one of them, who just graduated from Loyola this spring with his Juris Doctorate degree would say that Hurricane Chris, born Chris Dooley, just graduated from high school in 2007, and had already hit the big leagues with his club hit “A Bay Bay” which you can check out here.

Right, pure tomfoolery.

Now I’ve seen a clip of him freestyling and I’m not gonna lie, the brotha had some talent at the mic.  But, I guess after the “death of autotune” and living in this post-Hip Hop era (I mean homeboy was just being born and I was already in kindergarten) or as I’ve aptly called it the Soulja Boy Generation, where conscious rap is underground and this bullcrap is mainstream for the sake of ringtones, Hurricane Chris dropped his latest single “Halle Berry (She’s Fine)” that comes complete with it’s own bootleg dance that I’m sure mimics something else that we’re already doing.

Hell, they have the “Hot Dog” down here in Jacksonville.

So, as I slit my wrists….

….it’s official that someone was actually vying for the spot of the mother of former Detroit Mayor Kwame Kilpatrick, Michigan State Rep. Carolyn Cheeks Kilpatrick.

Honestly, that clip never gets old to me.  I still bust out laughing.

But to see the haunting parallels between Carolyn Kilpatrick and Louisiana State Rep. Barbara Norton.  Homegirl had ZERO poise at the podium.  And then she compared her fool of a godson to being the epitome of a good young black man.  WTF?!?!?  Did she even listen to the lyrics of the song that he went on to perform?!?!?

Check this:

Look at her prettier then Halle and thicker than Janet
She say she like all of my club bangers I be jamming
Told her to bust it open let me see what’s really happnin
She the ship and I’m the captain
I’m tha captain
Booty bigger than the pus

And I’m all the way in your city
I’m from louisianna so you gotta show me how your
City do it for that camera
Make it drop and bring it back to the top
You no amateur
Girl you can give it to me it ain’t nothing I can’t handle
She just got out of the shower smellin like a scented candle
And I’m finna finna?
Sliding off tha mattress
No moving no acting baby this is real action
Beat it up so bad
You be scared to walk past me
I know your halle berry
Baby there’s no acting
I beat it up so bad
You be scared to walk past me for real

She fine den a bitch ass and her tits
Thick in tha hips every nig want her
Call her Halle Berry, Halle berry
Halle Berry, Halle berry
She walkin like a model
Hands on your knees
Scrub the ground
She ain’t nothing but a tease
Halle Berry, Halle berry, Halle berry
Halle Berry, Halle berry

And yes the opening lines are “Bow bow bow” like a friggin’ dog or something.

And this chick said “You mens know ’bout fine…”  Hell Hurricane Chris sounded more put together than his godmother–aside from the distinct Shreveport drawl.  And “ratchet” was a Louisiana dance back in 2005 that was highly unsexual, but as you can see, it could have connotations that go either way.

I mean did a state legislature really take time in this economic season to stop and do this?  If nothing else, this goes down as another epic fail on behalf of Louisiana Governor Bobby Jindal who I’m quite sure knew about this foolishness.  Then the other state rep. called out Barbara Norton for being fine.

Am being elitist here or uppity?  I can’t tell.  All’s I know is that this just sounds like, as AverageBro says, a debit to our race.  Cuz it most certainly didn’t advance us anywhere.  Actually, I think I’m just really pissed off that they stop a legislative session to give this boy a commendation when I’m QUITE sure that Louisiana of ALL states has some much more pressing business to attend to.

This was some fried chicken and watermelon ish for sure!

DONE–on so many levels!!

That said….I’m completely done.

Let’s pack up and move to Canada.

Was this an epic fail of Brobdingnagian proportions or am I just blowing this out of proportions?  Does this at all reflect on Bobby Jindal or again and I’m making this bigger than what it really is?

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

I Have No Words: Hurricane Chris Performs for the Louisiana State Legislature

25 Jun

Now I lived in New Orleans for a hot second amounting to three years of my life, and it was just kind of common fun to poke fun at the kids from Shreveport, or as they said Port City.  It was a fair number of people from Shreveport that I went to school with down at Dillard and I still keep up with a few of them ’till this day.

Although one of them, who just graduated from Loyola this spring with his Juris Doctorate degree would say that Hurricane Chris, born Chris Dooley, just graduated from high school in 2007, and had already hit the big leagues with his club hit “A Bay Bay” which you can check out here.

Right, pure tomfoolery.

Now I’ve seen a clip of him freestyling and I’m not gonna lie, the brotha had some talent at the mic.  But, I guess after the “death of autotune” and living in this post-Hip Hop era (I mean homeboy was just being born and I was already in kindergarten) or as I’ve aptly called it the Soulja Boy Generation, where conscious rap is underground and this bullcrap is mainstream for the sake of ringtones, Hurricane Chris dropped his latest single “Halle Berry (She’s Fine)” that comes complete with it’s own bootleg dance that I’m sure mimics something else that we’re already doing.

Hell, they have the “Hot Dog” down here in Jacksonville.

So, as I slit my wrists….

….it’s official that someone was actually vying for the spot of the mother of former Detroit Mayor Kwame Kilpatrick, Michigan State Rep. Carolyn Cheeks Kilpatrick.

Honestly, that clip never gets old to me.  I still bust out laughing.

But to see the haunting parallels between Carolyn Kilpatrick and Louisiana State Rep. Barbara Norton.  Homegirl had ZERO poise at the podium.  And then she compared her fool of a godson to being the epitome of a good young black man.  WTF?!?!?  Did she even listen to the lyrics of the song that he went on to perform?!?!?

Check this:

Look at her prettier then Halle and thicker than Janet
She say she like all of my club bangers I be jamming
Told her to bust it open let me see what’s really happnin
She the ship and I’m the captain
I’m tha captain
Booty bigger than the pus

And I’m all the way in your city
I’m from louisianna so you gotta show me how your
City do it for that camera
Make it drop and bring it back to the top
You no amateur
Girl you can give it to me it ain’t nothing I can’t handle
She just got out of the shower smellin like a scented candle
And I’m finna finna?
Sliding off tha mattress
No moving no acting baby this is real action
Beat it up so bad
You be scared to walk past me
I know your halle berry
Baby there’s no acting
I beat it up so bad
You be scared to walk past me for real

She fine den a bitch ass and her tits
Thick in tha hips every nig want her
Call her Halle Berry, Halle berry
Halle Berry, Halle berry
She walkin like a model
Hands on your knees
Scrub the ground
She ain’t nothing but a tease
Halle Berry, Halle berry, Halle berry
Halle Berry, Halle berry

And yes the opening lines are “Bow bow bow” like a friggin’ dog or something.

And this chick said “You mens know ’bout fine…”  Hell Hurricane Chris sounded more put together than his godmother–aside from the distinct Shreveport drawl.  And “ratchet” was a Louisiana dance back in 2005 that was highly unsexual, but as you can see, it could have connotations that go either way.

I mean did a state legislature really take time in this economic season to stop and do this?  If nothing else, this goes down as another epic fail on behalf of Louisiana Governor Bobby Jindal who I’m quite sure knew about this foolishness.  Then the other state rep. called out Barbara Norton for being fine.

Am being elitist here or uppity?  I can’t tell.  All’s I know is that this just sounds like, as AverageBro says, a debit to our race.  Cuz it most certainly didn’t advance us anywhere.  Actually, I think I’m just really pissed off that they stop a legislative session to give this boy a commendation when I’m QUITE sure that Louisiana of ALL states has some much more pressing business to attend to.

This was some fried chicken and watermelon ish for sure!

DONE–on so many levels!!

That said….I’m completely done.

Let’s pack up and move to Canada.

Was this an epic fail of Brobdingnagian proportions or am I just blowing this out of proportions?  Does this at all reflect on Bobby Jindal or again and I’m making this bigger than what it really is?

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

Beware The Spirit Killers: Bridging the Gap Between The Elders and the Joshua Generation

23 Jun

CBR001443Given my current line of work, I interact often with youth.  Last week was definitely the case seeing as how I worked in the morning with a bunch of nine and ten year olds and in the evening I worked heavily with a middle school/junior high school bunch of school aged children.  

Thank God I didn’t work with the seven and under group. 

But, it’s the summer time and these kids haven’t been out a full month from public school and most of them haven’t fully gotten into the summer mode of doing whatever it is that they are doing—or not doing.  So, many of them have a lot of energy—especially the younger ones.  What I noticed a lot of this past week was the “seasoned saints” saying “saddown and shuddup” a lot.  Don’t get me wrong, there are appropriate times for a six year old to sit quietly in a chair and not talk, but then there are times for a six year old to run around and, well, be a kid. 

Prior to the evening session, all of the children meet in the gymnasium where tables and chairs were set up for dinner.  To a normal six year old gym equals play time.  I mean, there’s a full court and a volleyball that’s been put up since the day I arrived here—and we have the 60 and over crowd hollering about “kids these days” and how they “need to just saddown.”  In fact, one of the older women who had been a part of the morning session informed me and some of the other adults that she was going to come back to the evening session just to make sure that when the kids arrived they sat down in their chairs and were quiet until dinner started. 

Another case in a point was that earlier last week we took the nine and ten year olds on a field trip to Florida Community College of Jacksonville, North Campus, and the adults were somewhat chastising the kids for the plethora of questions that they asked.   These were normally inquisitive kids who knew nothing about which they were learning about.  Actually, I thought the questions I heard from the nine and ten year olds were more germane to the subject than having to deal with 12, 13 and 14 year old girls I had to give a talk to this morning. 

Black elders 1I’m all for discipline, but I’m not in favor of spirit killing.  To drive my point home, some of the older people had given the program director heavy flak all last week because of the fact that I wear earrings.  Really?!?!?! OMG!!  Do they really have anything else better to do?  The director informed me that simply wearing the earrings could possibly affect them seeing me in a leadership position.  Honestly, that’s really their shortcoming and not mine.  But, the fact that some of them feel so strongly about it that they would smile in my face and talk about me behind my back and tell the director… 

Sounds like church folk. 

I think that our elders primarily, forget that they were once young people.  I think they really do forget about how they bucked the system back in their day with their hairstyles, with the raising of their skirts’ hem lines and the lowering of the females neck cuts.  I heard one preacher say that some of the same women who make a big deal about the length of young girls’ dresses and skirts or lack of stockings would still be wearing short skirts and no stockings if it wasn’t for cellulite and varicose veins on their own body. 

Well, there must be a standard the elders intone.  A standard?  Standards, in the traditional sense amount to a bunch of rigmarole in my opinion.  Well Uppity, you’re just spouting the typical liberal bullcrap.  Am I really?  I fail to see how we live in a country and a society that touts itself not just on diversity, but also on the ability to be a free-thinking society.  We decry those who we deem to be narrow-minded and fail to think critical, but when someone expresses a diversity of opinions and shows the evidence of critical logic to arrive at a conclusion we say they have no standards and that they believe in “anything goes.” 

I’m here to serve notice that I simply believe in pragmatic and critical thinking that will move humanity forward in a positive way that promotes human and civil liberties, global growth and development toward peace and that which provides a global atmosphere whereas humanity’s basic human needs are met consistently without interruption.  Granted that’s a large pill to swallow all at once, but our human inability to place so much trust and faith in man-made creations—ahem, religion anyone—has blinded many of us to open and serious dialogue.  We fail to rethink old ideas.  In fact many of us are operating off of the old juice of people that have been dead and gone and never once expected that their work would be used in quite the manner that we have perverted it. 

black elders 2“Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is older, he will not depart from it.”  That quote from the Proverbs 22:6, found in the Kethuvi’im of the Hebrew Bible patterned after the Egyptian Instruction of Amenemope is cause for a world of trouble in the African American community.  How many people do we all know that raise children, go to church every Sunday, they sit in Sunday School and still wind up pregnant at 16.  We recite these mantras subconsciously and we fail to question their relevance in 2009. 

I think one of the largest failures within the African American community is our inability to be relevant to society. 

While I’m in favor of retribution between the races, many of us remain so myopic that we don’t even mention the word reconciliation.  Our ultimate goal should be reconciliation, but rather we get caught up on retribution.  I’ve never really been a fan of saying that our elders are getting caught up in the past, but I’m starting to think that’s the case.  I made a comment to older woman concerning the lack of respect I felt that some of the younger girls showed me compared to the all white setting I found myself in last summer.  Their immediate response was “Of course.  The girls last summer were conditioned to believe that you were going to be some big mean brute and they were afraid of you” or something to that extent even if it wasn’t  a direct quote.  I looked at her and told her “Well you weren’t there and I don’t think it’s fair to say such a thing” and that person very visibly stormed off and dismissed my experience.  Well, apparently both me and her had different experiences in our various all-white settings, neither of which were mutual experiences.  However, I think it’s unfair to paint all whites with a wide brush much the same way I think it’s unfair when others paint blacks with a  wide brush and view us as monolithic. 

Sadly, the elders love to stereotype. 

The elders, of all races, tend to stereotype based on appearances.  I think it’s sad that we still live in a society where when appearance is not one of the objectives, that we still will make inappropriate judgments.  Now for instance, if I’m applying for a job at Abercrombie and Fitch, and I don’t fit the already prescribed “look” and I walk in with Rocawear and a Coogi shirt on, I hardly think one should make the claim that “Oh they’re prejudging me on how I’m dressed and they just aint wanna hire me cuz I’m different!”  It goes back to the old adage “Don’t judge a book by its cover.”  I preached just on this past Sunday, and still a few people remarked to me “Whoda known you had all that in you?”  A compliment nonetheless, but an underhanded compliment. 

One of the worse stereotypes that our elders project onto the youth is one that relegates them to “other” status.  I think that the youth of today wouldn’t mind, metaphorically, sitting down and listening to the elders.  As much as I’ve never wanted to admit, and have never been one to be a part of this school of thought, but it really seems that the elders don’t want to listen to our youth.  They gather a bunch of facts and arrive at a conclusion and fail to listen to the realities from which the facts are derived.   For instance, they’ll watch the news and hear about gang violence in a certain neighborhood, and then just like many other racially prejudiced individuals, they’ll associate the appearance with the pathology of the actions.  So for many a big car with rims, large clothing, mini locs or cornrows, tattoos and golds in their teeth simply equal a bad individual who shouldn’t be a part of this society; and when something happens to them and they end up in jail they simply say “They got what they deserve.”  Or to drive the point home more, when we hear about HIV/AIDS rates in the metropolitan cities and how some cities have higher infection rates (not numbers) than that of some pockets of sub-Saharan Africa, they’re response is simply “Well they shouldn’t be out screwing” or even worse “It’s all them damn homosexshuls infectin’ everyone!” 

black elders 3The critical thinking that allowed for our elders to survive legalized slavery, the Jim Crow south and even those that have survived institutional slavery in the form of anti-affirmative action prerogatives, is the same type of critical thinking that they are condemning from many of our youth.  Am I excusing the lazy and wholly unmotivated youth who seem to have no clear goals in life and are on a path headed to their own self-destruction and who seem intent on taking as many down that path with them as possible?  Let me clear with a resounding NO, I am not excusing them.  But this is where the elders have an opportunity to be uppity Negroes and not elitist Negroes.  As I’ve said many times before, uppity Negroes uplift and build up, while elitist Negroes sneer over their noses looking down on others and at times seek to tear down the accomplishments of others at the expense of maintaining the “us vs. them” dichotomy. 

Hopefully our future is brighter than our present.  Although listening to one of our sage professors at ITC, I’ve learned that simply because the future isn’t guaranteed, one must learn to operate and effect change in the present.  Yes, we should be future minded seeing as how our actions in the present will effect the future, but one shouldn’t wait until tomorrow what can be done today.  We are human beings, meaning we be today: we never live in the will be but always in the now.  When we question timing as to whether this is the most appropriate time for change one should always pose the question If not now, then when? 

Do you think that one should pick sides with either the elders or that of the youth?  Should we go back to the standards of the previous generation or should we just wait for the old folks to die out and move on from there?  Is a common ground even realistically possible in the Black community given our unique history? Leave your thoughts comments and rebuttals. 

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

So We Finally Got An Apology for Slavery–and then they took it back

22 Jun

Maxine WatersI haven’t time right now to write a whole post about it and since I got an email about this Essence article from a fellow reader, I’ve decided to post the Essence magazine article entitled “Is Sorry Enough? Black Lawmakers Respond to Senate’s Apology for Slavery” written by Cynthia Gordy and let you all discuss it amongst yourselves.  I’m sure you all already know how I feel about this underhanded apology and especially about reparations.  So here ya go:

With a unanimous vote last week, the United States Senate passed a resolution formally apologizing for the enslavement and segregations of African-Americans. The strongly-worded resolution, which comes 144 years after the Civil War and 45 years after the Civil Rights Act, describes “the fundamental injustice, cruelty, brutality and inhumanity of slavery and Jim Crow laws,” and states that Congress “apologizes to African-Americans on behalf of the people of the United States, for the wrongs committed against them and their ancestors.” It now moves to the House.

Speaking from the Senate floor about the apology, Senator Tom Harkin of Iowa, who first introduced the resolution, remarked that former presidents have acknowledged slavery. While traveling in Uganda, President Bill Clinton expressed regret for America’s role in the slave trade, and President George W. Bush called it “one of the great crimes of history” when he visited Goree Island off the coast of Senegal. “Yet, this Congress has never offered a formal apology for slavery and Jim Crow, and it’s long past due,” Harkin said. “A national apology by the representative body of the people is a necessary collective response to a past collective injustice.”

The resolution ends, though, with a disclaimer saying that it does not support or authorize any claim against the United States. In other words: We’re sorry. But that doesn’t mean you’re going to get anything for it. It’s a stipulation that has concerned some African-American lawmakers in the House of Representatives.

“I think that was unnecessary as part of the Senate resolution,” says Congressman William Lacy Clay, who says he otherwise welcomes the gesture. “But I understand the politics of it. The way they were able to get it voted through the Senate was to have that disclaimer so that anyone, with guilt on their conscience, could not object.”

Congresswoman Maxine Waters holds a similar outlook. “There is some discomfort with the disclaimer provision in the Senate resolution,” she says, but adds that she’s confident that it does not rule out pending reparations efforts, such as Congressman John Conyers’s proposal for a commission to study reparation proposals for African-Americans. “In short, this is an apology bill and not a reparations bill.” 

There is, however, a historic precedent to reparations paid by the U.S. government. The 1988 Congressional apology to Japanese-Americans for internment during World War II, for example, was followed by about $1.6 billion in reparations that were given to victims of internment and their heirs. The government has also paid reparations to some of descendants of Native Americans. So, is an apology to African-Americans without accountability enough?

“An apology is a good start, but the research into reparations needs to go forward,” said Congressman Clay, who also supports the creation of a Congressional research commission on reparations for African-Americans. “Apparently it’s an issue that most in Congress do not want to deal with, and that most in this country do not want to deal with. But part of healing this country, and closing the divisions to become truly one America, depends on taking an honest look at our sometimes painful history.”

Do you believe in reparations?  If so what type of reparations?  A blank check? Or some other kind of break on various social services?  Do you believe reparations makes any cogent sense in 2009 and the rest of us are barking up the wrong tree?  Just lemme know how you feel.

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

Further Uppity Updates: Hell Week

18 Jun

hell week

Okay, so this week has been my hell week on my internship.  There’s a 9am-2pm session with a bunch of nine and ten year olds, and then we reconvene for the evening session from 5:30-8:30pm with a whole group of kids, pre-K through 12th grade here where I’m interning.  It’s just a week long session, but as you see I’ve been a bit out of it.

Apparently if I did create a Facebook y’all would follow me so thanks!!!  **big thumbs up**  I’ll keep you posted when that date arrives.

Also, I’m without CNN this summer.

So that means that I’m going to miss the “Black in America Part 2″ this summer amongst other news goings-on as well.  Don’t worry, I heard about the Palin-Letterman feud and all its random fury and most certainly about the Iranian elections and how Mahmoud Ahmadenjad is cutting the straight fool over there.  But as always, much of my blogs are dictated by some rather personal experiences.  So stay tuned because I’m most certainly going to blog about the generation gap that I’ve experienced first hand here at my internship between the older adults and the very young children, or rather the adults that seem to have forgotten that they were once kids themselves.

I’m feeling much better than I was this time last week.  I was diagnosed with acute tonsilitis last week, and the antibiotics had killed it within 36 hours and I had broken the fever which was the main reason I had been dragging so much.  But, alas, I’m still here.  I have a busy weekend coming up and don’t worry Max Reddick, I haven’t forgotten about you–there’s still much summer to go, just been a very busy man since I’ve gotten here.

So stay tuned, drop those emails about some ideas and thoughts you’d like to see me blog about and keep my updated seeing as how my usual sources have been somewhat cut off.

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

An Uppity Update

15 Jun

facebook logo

So just a poll how many of you all would follow me on Facebook?

Tryna see if I want to make a full new Facebook account or just keep it as is.  Also, another housekeeping note:  I’m not super great with the emails people have been sending me as far as adspace is concerned, but for me WordPress doesn’t seem to offer enough working space for me to a lot of stuff.  

And yet another car issue cropped up today.

Well, I think its been there cuz I noticed it on the trip down here, but I didn’t realize it until today.  The left and middle blowers in my car were blowing out COLD air, but the passenger side ones were blowing out mildly warm air.  And when I closed the passenger side blowers the other blowers started blowing out warmer air.  I don’t have duel controls for the car so I was trying to figure out WTF?!?!?  Any ideas as to what happened y’all?

But just take the poll y’all!!!!  Thanks!!

Keep it uppity and truthfully radical, JLL

 

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