Archive | September, 2009

From The Uppity Negro Network, Living In Liminality, The Typewriter Series Presents: “Horror Movie Husbands”

7 Sep

typewriter and coffeeI’m doing a series, just about three or four, might be five, can’t remember, blog posts that I had actually typewritten on a Royal Typewriter Futura.  These are my thoughts during that fateful period this past summer while I was on my internship and was without my laptop for about three FULL weeks.  I had to endure crappy cable that only went up to channel 30 and essentially no internet for that period of time.  Here are my my thoughts from that time period. JLL

Anyone who actually pays attention to me and my little quirks would know that I like horror movies—well good horror movies.  For instance, at this point in the game, I’m only going to see the “Saw” movie series out of an October tradition, not at all because they are good movies.  Seriously, I was starting to laugh through Saw VI.  And as I got older the whole teen slasher movie like the “Scream” trilogy or even the “I Know What You Did Last Summer” was starting to wear on me.  Even though I was still making sure I rented “Urban Legends” with Loretta Devine as the security guard fashioning herself after Foxy Brown and with Anthony Anderson and Joseph Lawrence, formely Joey “Whoa!” Lawrence of NBC’s “Blossom” fame.

No I like a good horror movie like Stephen King’s “1408” or even the jumpy “Cloverfield.”  Or even much like “Needful Things,” or “Misery” and to get away from my clear Stephen King affinity before I name a whole bunch of his movies, I rather enjoyed “The Ring” series and the first “Grudge”

“Well, Uppity, those movies are stupid!” you may say.  “No self-respecting movie buff would ever appreciate those!”

This is how I see it, the mark of a decent, and I stress decent, horror movie is one that introduces a novel idea.  All of those did that.  “1408” was most certainly a new idea and I’ve heard mixed reviews about it, and “Cloverfield” just took a gamble by making a whole movie from a handheld camera perspective and it would either sink or float also.  But see movies like “The Hills Have Eyes” or even “The Descent” (as scared as I really was watching that movie) they all were more or less predictable and generally that alone kills some of the movie for me.  I may jump or get scared as I did with all of the “Final Destination” series, but it would never rank to me as a good movie.

However, what always gets an audience is a good child killer movie.  The one’s where the child-like innocence is played against some unspeakable horror.  I mean all of us remember just how utterly creeped out we were watching little Gage back from the dead as a walking and talking killer three year old in Stephen King’s “Pet Sematary” going after America’s favorite Munster.  Or even watching homegirl in “The Exorcist” and most certainly watching “The Omen” and even the remake.  Of course, Stephen King took to the next level and scared us shitless with a whole bunch of deranged and possessed children with “Children of the Corn.”

In the vain of “The Omen” and this little known movie simply entitled “Joshua” the child seems to have this Stewie from “Family Guy” inane hatred for the mother—the child seems to have it out for the mother and the mother knows it, enter stage left, the horror movie husband.

Orphan movie posterCentral for this blog is the movie “Orphan.”

I’m sure it has been out for at least three weeks by the time this posts drops and if you haven’t seen it and plan on seeing it, well, SPOILER ALERT.

I had seen trailers for this movie “Orphan” a ways out before it dropped at the movie theatre as early as the spring and they had done a good job of hyping it up for me, so I figured I might as well go see it even thought I knew none of the actors.  The movie, more or less, is decent enough writing—I’ve watched much worse.  I think one of the appreciable aspects of the movie was that if it had not been advertised as a horror/slasher movie, no one would know until halfway the movie when the final adoption papers of little Esther are processed that “this child is just not right.”  Perhaps one could tell from her Little Bo’ Peep outfit, but that just went with the general nature of the movie.  Of course this movie has the typical pitfalls of adult stupidity and ineptitude.  You the kind where adults just for some reason don’t ever have the intelligence to connect the dots or even have the actual brute strength to overpower the little one.  But this movie is totally centered on the hapless, aloof, blind and complete boob of a husband.

To use “The Omen,” “Joshua” and now “Orphan” even with different sexes, the child is able to capitalize on the undying and blind affection from the father and the growing hatred that the mother’s develop for the child.  So I sat in the movie theatre tonight, as dozens of people watched the screen in disbelief at the husband’s inability to connect the dots, protect even his own biological children and actually fall for this adopted she-devil.  Of course by the end of the movie as little Esther actually came for the husband in the evening gown, a good movie goer would have figured out the plot, but even for me and most of the young crowd we were left going WTF?  But by this time, the wife had hauled off and slapped the mess out of Esther in the hospital after the attempted murder of the couple’s oldest adopted son, and the husband had threatened to leave the wife.  So I said to myself, “Self, I don’t ever want to get into a situation like this!” Reason being was that this premise was based in reality—no supernatural occurrences took place in this movie.

Should I be shocked that CCH Pounder’s character, the black nun, was the first casualty of the movie?  No, I expect the coloreds to go first, it’s just a running joke with everyone so why change it now.  Or should I be concerned that this movie was still about an evil child, symbolic of some sort of evil?  No, I knew that even before I paid for my ticket.  For me, I just was stunned at how clueless the father was portrayed.

Now it was established that the mother had been battling severe depression following a stillborn birth that resulted in a stint with alcoholism that took her to a treatment center for some time.  During this time her youngest daughter became deaf after falling in a frozen pond behind the house due to the mother’s neglect.  So the movie was taking place in her recovery days, and my oh my, what a recovery it was.  So the slip-ups and the weird occurrences the mother was able to pinpoint as little Esther, but even the therapist and the father seemed completely clueless—even after a proposed psychological problem was discovered from Esther’s past.  Nonetheless, the father was painted as one who seemed to have no connection to the well-being of his biological children—and I find that hard to believe.  If he had stayed with his wife for that long, and through the stillborn death, the depression, the alcoholism.  It was apparent that the two had something going for them, and to throw it away like he did elicited the worst responses from the audience—and we did have a live audience that night.

It was more evident that the orphan had clearly changed the behavior of the two other kids in a drastic and scary manner, but the father was unable to tell the difference, or refused to see the difference.  Moreover, this movie yet again proved to be the dangerously subjective nature of psychology.  The father and the therapist were in collusion with each other against what the mother was saying—everything she said was digging her deeper into a hole, just like Angelina Jolie’s character in “Changeling.” Those two were focusing on the wife and her alcohol problems while little Esther was positioning herself to be the next wife.

Like I said, I pray to God that my love for my wife runs so deep that if a situation like this were to even remotely occur that I would undoubtedly and without reservation choose my wife over anything else.

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

From The Uppity Negro Network, Living In Liminality, The Typewriter Series Presents: “To Serve This Present Age: The Black Church and Post-Modernity”

5 Sep

typewriter and coffeeI’m doing a series, just about three or four, might be five, can’t remember, blog posts that I had actually typewritten on a Royal Typewriter Futura.  These are my thoughts during that fateful period this past summer while I was on my internship and was without my laptop for about three FULL weeks.  I had to endure crappy cable that only went up to channel 30 and essentially no internet for that period of time.  Here are my my thoughts from that time period. JLL

This is really just me writing for the sake of writing, but its in sort of a limbo.  Currently, I’m without my laptop and the world is passing me by as of recent.  Aside from the public fracas of President Obama commenting on the Henry Louis Gates arrest by Cambridge polic, and how most are saying he should have kept his mouth shut, personally, I was fighting my own fight against some status-quo, anti-intellectual Negroes at the church I recently preached for in the month of June.

Primary of concern was the fact that the pastor informed me that I needed to be “less Jeremiah Wright and more me.”  Actually, I had told this blogging community about it when it first happened, but later the pastor decided to write an evaluation, email it to me and let me know again.  This time, he went so far as to accuse me of plagiarism, and that it was clear to him that 90% of the content was not mine.  He went on to inform me that the next time that I use someone elses material that I should give credit up front.  So aside from my pride being hurt, he had truly leveled me where it hurt: charging a writer with plagiarism is the supreme insult.  But I reviewed my sermon and I stand 100% behind each written word and I realized that it was probably the message that he had issues with the most.  If for no other reason, I was speaking a different language; to him everything I was saying could easily be categorized as being indicative of post-modern thought, therefore, I was totally off base.  This combined with the fact the message of heavy social justice probably didn’t resonate too comfortably with him.  It is here that I want to make the point of departure for the rest of this blog.

As most of you know, I’ve read a few books this summer and the latest book I’ve endeavored upon is Preaching to a Postmodern World by Graham Johnston.  So far this summer, two of the books I read were of interest to the social work of African Americans and the other two had a much more Anglo-Saxon point of departure.  While the two overlap in many instances, perhaps Cleophus LaRue, Princeton Theological Seminary homiletics professor was correct in his essay that the Black Church and the traditionally white churches are like “two ships in the night” passing each other unaware of the presence of the other.  That got me to thinking as I began reading this last book.  The author’s entire premise seems to be based on the idea that church membership attrition and declining polling numbers of those professing to be Christians is as a result of the postmodern listener.

Without doing an actual book review (for that will come later), a quick definition, modernity is the time period that has its roots in the Enlightenment period that focused on rationalism and scientific though.  At the time Enlightenment and rational thought rejected the idea of theology which had been the superior ideal on the grounds of the scientific method; theology ideas of faith doesn’t hold up to rigidity of the cause and effect of a science.  However, as theology still trucked along, it encompassed the Victorian ideals of a family structure and it lead to the Great Awakening when the area of theology had a new insurgence and it also birthed the quintessential “fire and brimstone” preaching usually typified with Puritan minister Jonathan Edwards famous “Sinners in the Hands of an Angry God” sermon—and I still don’t know what his text was.

The seeds of post-modernity, one could argue, have their inception in the 1960s, of course, but I wouldn’t make the argument personally, that the transformation wasn’t official till about 1990s.  Many will say that post-modern thought was birthed with the fall of the Berlin Wall in 1989 and the Cold War era was non-existent in its present form.  In the 90’s, my decade of pre-eminent foundational growth, it was clear that a new generation had emerged, and yet was not quite the Gen Xers.  Post-modernity questions everything and struggles with objective and subjective approaches to life.  Ultimately, however, because most of us reject the notion that one should be marginalized, which most will admit, post-modernity goes so far as to not just reject marginality, but to reject the center as well—in that case, everything is categorically subjective.  The problem this poses for the Church Universal is that while the church proclaims “Jesus is the answer,” post-modernity asks “What was the question in the first place.”

Where my issue come in is clearly a generational issue that I’ve talked about in this blog prior to this summer, it’s one of my soap box pedestals.  It’s more than evident that I clearly resonated with a good 90% of the tenets put forth in Johnston’s book concerning post-modernity.  I’ve often easily questioned, without a need for a concretized answer, the need for adults and our “seasoned saints” to make a big deal over young me who sag their pants and wear doo-rags and baseball caps—and dare to even wear earrings.  I’ll further allege that the adults’ inability to accept where those young people are on their journey of life forces the rift to grow wider between the generations.  We’re sick and damn tired of being lectured to!  This includes even by Barack Obama.  I’m convinced some adults just want to hear themselves talk because any human can tell when teenagers tune out adults that go into lecture mode.   While I’ll admit that this book was written mainly with white churches or mixed at best in mind, I’ll more than willingly make the charge that black preachers and pastors would do well to read it.

I’m sure that some would agree that while the in the midst of that glorious 10 to 11 o’clock hour or two on Sunday morning that some of the post-modern generation may remove their glasses of post-modernity for the sake of being an active part of the worship service, but many are now putting on glasses of modernity to see only in church, just to remove them once Sunday services are done.  By in large, we live, breathe and be in a post-modern world.

For your average black family, church is a once a week activity as a family.  More family outings occur over dinner, a little league game or a dance recital than centered around church.  In fact in many households, church holds the same importance as the football game on Friday nights.  The Black Church would do well to recognize that and not use the same conquering methods of damn near trying to institute a theocracy from the pulpit.

Seriously, as I go on this tangent, is that not what many of us hear on Sunday concerning the “kingdom of God” and this idea that this country is amoral and that we should be governed by God?  Yeah, we saw how well that went over in the course of world history as far as theocratic governments.

While non-denominational megachurches are often times preaching some otherworldly salve to the days’ problems through the preached word on Sundays, the mainline churches are too often preaching to an aging congregation and have failed epically at effectively ministering to a younger generation.  The first issue that Johnston raises is the homiletical point of departure.  He suggests that the tried and true method of beginning and ending with the biblical scripture (more or less known as deductive preaching, intro, thesis, three points and a story to close) doesn’t quite work for the younger members of our congregation.  Why?  Because it presupposes, often times incorrectly, that the listener, as he says, is fully interested in what Paul had to say to the church at Ephesus.  That preachers would do better to pick secular topic to begin with and draw a parallel with biblical verses.  That’s why all of these younger preachers do so well with these salacious sermon titles such as E. Dewey Smith’s “I’m in Love With a Stripper.”  Or to use two friend’s sermon titles one for an Resurrection Sunday sermon “After I Hit The G-spot” for Jesus’ journey from the garden at Gethsemane, to Golgotha to Glory and then another for that following Sunday entitled “Giving Him Something He Can Feel” surrounding Thomas wanting to touch Jesus hands to see the wounds.

I tried that and the pastor at the church essentially said it was a bad sermon.

Oh well.

I think without making this too long of a post which is already is I see, the Church, not just the Black Church is called to serve this present age as the title says.  It’s actually from the first part of the second verse to the song “A Charge to Keep” and the Church would do well to recognize that.  As far as the Black Church is concerned, those that are in the mainline denominations are slowly rendering themselves obsolete everytime they fail to make a connection between the older and younger generations.  The inability to connect results in the type of passivity that breeds complacency and neutrality because one doesn’t want to deal with the ubiquitous church fight.  It then becomes easier for the old guard to just wait for the Saturday funerals than find some way to pass it on to a younger generation.

The ability to question, even God, I think shows of God’s handiwork.  If you believe that we were created by some grand Deity, then wouldn’t it stand to reason that we have been given these minds to do all of this great stuff; so don’t let it just sit idle and be okay with the way things are, but rather its okay to ask questions and daresay challenge that what it is you know.

The Black Church specifically, appears to be doing either of the following: a) nothing more than indoctrinating and inculcating younger generation with the ways of the elders that isn’t necessarily applicable to this “present age” or b) completely not speaking to the needs of the younger generation which further pushes them into some sort of disillusioned cognitive dissonance at best and plain nihilism at the worst.  Generally we make the argument that “we’ve talked enough let’s make some actions,” so hopefully now is the time we can deliver on that.

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

Start of A New Year: Dealing With Anxieties

2 Sep

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So, today was more or less the inaugural day of what I plan to be my last year of seminary.

**goes into immediate praise break**

That being said, I’ve been dealing with some serious anxieties around it.  This time of year is always a bit melancholy for me out of the simple fact that I was, and of course still am, directly affected by Hurricane Katrina.

The singular event of Hurricane Katrina on August 29, 2005 is the premier life-changing event of my life.  Four years later my life is talked about in similar ways we divide chronological history of B.C. (Before Christ) or B.C.E. (Before Common Era) and A.D. (Anno Domini) or C.E. (Common Era); I always now talk about my life as “before Katrina” and “after Katrina.”  Often times as humans we are shaped by singular life changing events.  For some people they speak of life by saying “before I got sick” or “after my sickness” or even the sickness of a relative or close friend.  And most certainly death causes most to say “before mama died” or “after daddy passed” as a marker of time, emotion and psychological state.

This combined with the fact that my entire, and I do mean my entire network of friends from school that I had established meaningful relationships and friendships with have moved on from my school has not helped the situation.  Even though some are in the city and I still have some friends that live in Atlanta, there was something to be said about being able to go knock on the door of your good friend down the hall in the dorm room.  Or easily being able to go out with them after a long day to the sports bar for some hot wings and some drinks.

I don’t have that option any more.

I mean, I knew it was coming.  I really lost it at the baccalaureate service earlier this year in April because it hit me all of a sudden as I was meandering around the reception downstairs from the sanctuary, and my choir director looked me dead in the face and said “What’s wrong?” and I burst into tears and blubbered out “Everyone’s leaving me.”

I had anxieties about this year because last year, after I had moved into my room and began to settle into the fact that I was a senior, that the school’s chapter of National Association of Black Accountants had named me president, by default, but president nonetheless, (an organizational office I had never held until that day and still haven’t until this day) and things were looking up–then Katrina happened. Seriously, this whole summer I had been nervous wondering what weird ol’ calamity would make it’s way toward me and fuck up my fourth and last year here in seminary.

Just a lot of anxieties.

As it stands now, I have no job, just some left over money, I owe my dad $200 of it, so….dad, the check’s in the mail, for real…and no TV because when I went shopping for the digital converter, no one had one and the el cheapo one from Target didn’t work, so I took it back and I refused to buy another one, and apparently neither has anyone else because those jokers were in full stock, but the slightly more expensive brand was sold out.  I checked out Best Buy and they too were out of stock.  So I guess whenever I get a check from someone I’ll go make that purchase, until then, no TV.   Which means I’m going to be out of the loop on a LOT of stuff.  I mean at least I always watch the local news whether I had cable or not.

I have a few posts from this summer I’ve just never dropped, for some weird reason, so I’ma get those formatted and dropped.  But, if it seems as though I’m slowing down on the posts, I am, so don’t be weary.  I still promise to get the book reviews out at some point or the other, lol.

Oh well.

So those of you that pray, keep me lifted up because I have application processes to contend with this fall as far as post-graduate programs and of course having to do the personal statements and reasons for going forward past this degree.   Everyone says I’m qualified for it, but ya know how doubt and nerves set in and sometimes in the middle of the night–like right now–it just seems so overwhelming and burdensome.  I’m sure in the morning I’ll feel a bit better–and hopefully the Atlanta weather will start cooperating.

And for those of you that believe in sending positive energy, send some my way, I sure could use it.

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

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