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Happy Christmas

25 Dec

Hopefully you’re Christmas is going better than mine.

My laptop is in the shop and you know that’s my first love, I’m broke, Chicago is in the middle of an ice storm and soon to be snowstorm and who knows what the family is going to be on tomorrow when and if they show up.  Whether or not my mother and her sister will get into it or whether or no I’ll fall out with my cousins.  Whatever the case, I hope your holiday today will be exactly what you wished, hoped and prayed for.

The spirit of God with us is born each and every moment we reach out from within ourselves and form a bond with someone else.

By the way, just food for thought: since we have a black President, would it have killed ad execs to have shown some non-white Santas this year on the commercials?

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

The Best Is Yet To Come?

28 Sep

black man having a vision

Some say the best is yet to come while some say the best is right now living the present.  Whatever the case may be, I’m a bit swamped right now and it’s not midterms yet.

Most already know how anxious I’ve been going into this year and most of the anxieties haven’t subsided a whole lot, but I guess the anxiety is what’s keeping me going.  So, as this Uppity Negro has a full plate (classes, choir rehearsals and services, filling out applications, teacher’s assistant etc.) blogging has to take a back seat.  Don’t feel bad, I’m going to still update it, but my minimum goal is to drop something only once a week, and not my usual two to three times a week.  Check me out on some of the other blogs on the blogroll as I will continue to make comments.  And don’t forget to check updates on this same website–same uppity channel, same uppity time.

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

The Day When Two Famous White Women Died

26 Jun

 michael jackson

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

Headed Back South

31 May

Jacksonville, Florida

I didn’t hype this move up quite as much as I did last summer’s move to Washington, D.C., well, the greatness of Montgomery Country (MoCo), Maryland, but for the balance of the summer I’m headed to Jacksonville, Florida.

Yes, DUVAL County.

Home to this:

Lil’ Duval.

Right.

Aside from who else, Reggie Bush and Laveranues Cole who’s name I still mess up, I really don’t know of any famous person from there.  

So if y’all think I’m the most travelingest person ever without a job that requires me to get on the road, you’re probably right because I’ve left Atlanta, come to Chicago for a week and half, driving back down to Atlanta spend the night because I will NAWT drive 16 hours straight to J’ville. I’m supposed to get there, hopefully, sometime in the early afternoon on Monday.  I checked the forecast and when I saw a dewpoint reading of 70-degrees at 11 o’clock at night with the temp still in the 80s I was like “ohhhhhh, like New Orleans.”

Hopefully upon the reading of this I’ve put some miles behind me in the Cruise Ship headed back down south.  But I’m notorious for NOT leaving at the time I wanted especially when major luggage is being packed, such as this case.  Christmas break, when I bring home only three bags and not my whole LIFE, seems to be the only time I can get away with leaving at the appointed time.

I’ve never spent a full summer in the South.  The closest I came was Nashville and they actually claim the “Mid-South.”  And we still had one or two 100 degree weather days there.  It gonna be hot and humid, nothing I haven’t dealt with before, but damn, it’s Jacksonville.  

All I heard was that the beach was 25 minute away from downtown and that’s about all I needed to know.  I was told my office hours are 9:30-5pm barring any meetings.  It’s only going to be one week where I’m absolutely required to stay late for purposes of the job and um, Saturdays seem to be free.  And Sunday late afternoons and evenings are gonna be free.

So this is what I need from you all:

1) What beaches are the decent ones? 2) Where’s the good soul food restaurant in case I don’t feel like cooking–scratch that, y’all are on the water–where’s a good seafood restaurant cuz I loves shrimp! 3) Where’s a good place to go for drinks or a date place?  4) What neighborhoods need I not go to? (isn’t that all of Jacksonville?  LOL, J/K)

If you’re from J’ville hit me up with an email or a comment and lemme know what’s good.

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

Happy Retirement

30 May

retirement

Today is a mixture of partying and packing on my behalf.  Today is my dad’s retirement party after 39 FULL years and then some of producing labor on behalf of this country after his last day of work yesterday where they threw him a party.  I joked the people just wanted to throw a party so they could have food for themselves. 

And also, I’ma be packing this evening for yet another move–Jacksonville, Florida.

I just hope I have internet WiFi access where I’m staying so I can keep the readers updated.

That’s all for now, I’ll be back with you all tomorrow–if the creek don’t rise.

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

Uppity Negro Does a Guest Post

13 Apr

guest-blog

I did a Guest Post spot over at AverageBro.com for all interested parties.  Journey on over there with the thought in your mind “When Does Gangsta Boo Have To Go?”

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

The Obamas’ Search For a Spiritual Home

7 Apr

obama-in-church

I remember watching George Bush walk out of St. John’s Church on January 20, 2001 on the slightly rainy inauguration day that year, and I remember at 16 wondering what it would be like to see a black man as a president having to attend a white church service.  I imagined that he’d be going to some Baptist, or even dare say some Pentecostal church.

Wow, how quickly that time comes.

So, as I made the mistake of downing a McDonalds Iced Coffee shortly after North Carolina got all up in the Michigan State last night, I happened to see this story of the Obama’s Church Search on Anderson 360 on repeat–so at 6 in the morning after not being able to still sleep, I felt compelled to write and subsequently drop this post about it.

Here’s the story as it stands now:

hite House aides are said to be vetting churches in Washington to find a spiritual home for U.S. President Barack Obama and his family. 

The Boston Globe reported Sunday that the president’s staff is working to balance the Obama family’s security needs and personal beliefs. Then there is the competition among local Christian ministers to woo the Obamas into their flock, the newspaper noted.

Joshua DuBois, director of the White House office of faith-based initiatives, is coordinating Obama’s search for a church. He said his office has been inundated with phone calls and invitations from various congregations.

DuBois said one of the challenges is finding a church that can handle the logistics and publicity that come with a presidential visit.

“We want to make sure we’re respectful of that community,” he was quoted by the newspaper as saying,

The Globe noted that Obama’s search for a new church comes about 10 months after his break from Trinity United Methodist Church in Chicago.

During the 2008 presidential campaign, the church’s leader, the Rev. Jeremiah Wright, came under fire for his sometimes incendiary preaching of black liberation theology.

Now it’s already understood that Obama has had an interesting relationship with churches and spirituality.  Of course the sermons from Jeremiah Wright come to the forefront, but this is definitely an interesting turn of events as far as I’m concerned.  For anyone who’s been a long time reader of this blog knows where I stand on the whole Jeremiah Wright issue, but maybe not so much as far as how I truly feel about church.

Most have picked up that I’m quite disillusioned about how church is done nowadays, particularly in the black church setting.  Be that as it may, I’m simply not a fan of safe preaching.  So, for the White House, through 26 year-old Joshua DuBois as head of the faith-based initiative program, to actually commence a vetting process should be mildly insulting to clergy world wide.  In a day and age where people come to church expecting a word from God, it seems that these pastors that are in the running to be Obama’s DC pastor would have to be very careful about what they say lest they upset their most important member.

As my friend has said, “It’s time out for recreational preaching.”  It’s one thing to go to a church where the members are poorer and have less education and run around hollering and screaming and giving some jacked up theology, but it’s another thing preaching at these black middle class churches full of the “have-some-want-some-mores” who are professionals in their fields and are nothing more than, as Vernon Johns said “educated fools.”

It is of no surprise that Obama would of course pick a black church as a “front runner” seeing as how he came out of Trinity, but still, as this article noted and as the CNN piece noted, the Rev. Derrick Harkins, pastor of Nineteenth Street Baptist Church in DC probably preaches sermons that are “safe.”

I am reminded of this passage in the book of Acts in the 17th chapter where Paul and Silas are passing through Thessalonica and naturally there are some haters out there who just don’t like what they’re saying.  This group of haters run to Jason’s house in search of Paul and Silas.  The mob pulls Jason out (right, what kind of mob was this) and ask Jason to turn over Paul and Silas because these men were “turning the world upside down.”

Simply stated, “safe” preaching isn’t going to turn the world upside down.

Jeremiah Wright was right in his assertion that he was a pastor and Obama is a politician:  Even if Obama deep down knows what is socially and spiritually right, he’s a politician and he’s going to pick a politically safe church.

He’s a grown man, he can do what he wants.

What type of church do you think Obama should be a part of?  Will he still have the specter of Wright hovering over him or will this finally put that whole issue to bed?  How do you feel about politics in the pulpit given this post you just read?

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

Only at an HBCU….

5 Apr

Okay, I’m probably late with this clip, but here it goes

 

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

…and in other housekeeping news

30 Mar

housekeeping

Don’t forget to find The Uppity Negro on Twitter and follow some random posts of mine, lol.

Oh by the way, The Uppity Negress will be here on this weekend, maybe I can get her to do a guest post, lol.

In other news to follow:

1.  I’ve inquired about post-graduate work and I plan to include The Network in on my process toward that ultimate goal

2.  It’s getting toward the end of the school year, which means final papers and studying for tests will be coming up, so if posts become a bit more sporadic, my apologies.

3.  I’ve noticed that WordPress has a REALLY great spam catcher, as a result, some actual real comments get caught.  So if you don’t see your comment post for some time, my apologies.  I only go through the spam catcher every once in a blue moon.  It wasn’t because I didn’t want to hear what you said, just–well, the spam catcher doing what it does.

3.  Um, it’s about that time that I’d LOVE to get some topics from some readers, what would you absolutely LOVE hearing my take on, just either drop me an email (uppitynegronetwork at gmail.com) or drop it in the comment box below.

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL

UNN Book Reviews: I’m So Falling Behind

26 Mar

Here’s an article sent by the publicist of author Marc Blatte.  I hopefully plan on getting around to reviewing his novel Humpty Dumpty Was Pushed.  For those interested in another review from fellow blogger and commenter Citizen Ojo on his blog,The Desultory Life and Times of a Public Citizen.

Enjoy.

God Love Ed McBain and Evan Hunter Too
By Marc Blatte,
Author of Humpty Dumpty Was Pushed: A Novel

Before I was introduced to Ed McBain I knew Evan Hunter. His book Blackboard Jungle had riveted me and I’d been scared out of my wits by The Birds for which he wrote the screenplay.
 
I met him through his son Richard, when I was seventeen in my senior year in High School. That was the year my parents moved from a very modest garden apartment where if you could afford to own one, your car was Chevy or Ford American, to a nice home with our own backyard, in the tony town of Bedford, where everyone owned at least one European luxury model. I went from going to a local high school where the parent/celebrity was a brawny wrestler Arnold Skolin, “The Golden Boy” to one where the parent/celebrities like Howard Cossell, Wide World of Sports, Jules Styne composer “I’ve Heard That Song Before”; “I Should Care”; “It’s Been a Long, Long Time”; “Let It Snow! Let It Snow! Let It Snow!” and Evan Hunter were famous for their mental prowess.
 
My ascendance into Northern Westchester’s rarified locale was rough. Try climbing Everest in the dark, without an oxygen mask or a guide for that matter. I was in a foreign land where nothing jibed with my earlier experiences. It was a place where young people wrote poetry and being a victim of a random act of violence was not even a remote possibility. Emotions were locked down and cool. In Upper Westchester casually tattered ill-fitting clothes looked like money not like where I was from when wearing the same clothes as those rich kids meant that your family was too poor to get you new ones. Lunch was eaten slowly, without fear that anyone would take yours away. Slapstick was not funny, sarcasm was; and for a student to work after school was as rare as shopping at K-mart. I was clueless about all that as exemplified by my feeling lucky when I scored a 4:00 to 7:00 pm weekdays job, landscaping at a local nursery.
 
I also played in a rock band. After work I would go straight to band rehearsals, invariably arriving covered in mud and pine needles. We rehearsed in the playroom of Evan’s massive concrete and glass modern house, (the first I’d seen). It had a deep conversation pit around a fireplace, a pool, a housekeeper, a grand piano, and as accessories, two Mercedes in the driveway. The fridge was filled with Heineken. I had never seen beer in a green glass bottle until then, only opaque brown or clear, but more likely in a can.
 
One night while the band was practicing The Man himself came in for a listen. It was early spring and he had just come back from skiing in Switzerland, looking relaxed, smiling, pipe in hand. When we took a break he came over to introduce himself.
 
We exchanged greetings then he asked me where I was from. I told him I lived in Bedford. He squinted as he scrutinized my face. “You’re not from Bedford.” His response was delivered with a lot of good will and warmth.
 
I was taken aback trying to figure out what he was getting at? I mean my family had a home there. I figured that sufficed. Meanwhile he was looking around the room, taking in the other kids the fortunate ones who had grown up in that exclusive part of the world. “Where did you live before that?”
 
“White Plains.” I said.
 
“You’re not from White Plains. Come on Marc, where are your people from?”
 
I paused. It was not a question I was expecting. Why would he care? “The Bronx.”
 
“Now you’re talking” he said and patted me on the shoulder. “You know I’m from the Bronx. My real name is Salvatore Albert Lombino. I went to Evanda Childs High School. That’s where I took my first name from.”
 
My mother had gone there. It was a Bronx institution that I knew well.
 
“And my last name I took from Hunter College.”
 
It was a bonding moment. Later that year he wrote a recommendation letter to Kenyon College admissions on my behalf, and the following year his son Richard and I wrote a musical together that Jose Ferrer optioned for Broadway.
 
Several months after that first encounter I learned he was also Ed McBain, the brilliant writer of mysteries. I’ve been reading his 87th Precinct stories ever since. God bless him and Evan too.

Below is bio of Marc Blatte:

Marc Blatte, author of Humpty Dumpty Was Pushed: A Novel, a native and longtime resident of New York City, grew up in the Bronx, played baseball in the Roy Campanella Little League and was a protege of the bestselling author Ed McBain.

After a brief stint west of the Hudson at Kenyon College, Marc returned to the city that never sleeps to become a wunderkind of the songwriting industry, dubbed by legendary record producer Clive Davis as one of the “fortunate ones.” He has composed material for major stars, and was nominated for a Grammy Award for best R&B Song.

He has shaken Joe Frazier’s hand at Small’s Paradise, danced with Sherry Lansing, fixed Debbie Harry’s sink, met Henry Kissinger, and had an unexpected visit from the Wu Tang Clan. He has worked as a golf caddy, Rotor Rooter man, tenement superintendent, keyboard player in a lounge band, was a hip-hop white boy pioneer record producer . . . and lived to tell.

The father of three daughters, Marc and his wife Jeanne divide their time between New York and Nicaragua. He is currently at work on his next mystery featuring Black Sallie Blue Eyes.

Keep it uppity and keep it truthfully radical, JLL
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