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Monday, August 11th, 2014

What is Peace?

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  What does peace look like? Feel like? Taste like? How does it feel in your hands? Can you crumble it like a cookie? Mold it like dough? Squeeze  it like fruit? Mash it like fingers? Put it up to your nose. What does it smell like? Nothing? Something?   What does peace look like? Can you walk up to it on the street? Can you push it? Fake it? Can you put in on your dresser and stare at it until you get tired of it? Can you bring it somewhere? Can you take it from someone?   What does peace feel like? Can you wrap your arms around it? Can you make it stay? Can you send it notes of your affection? If it hurts you, would you send it on its way?   What does peace taste like? Is it sweet like cherries? Or sour like grapes? Does its color linger on your tongue when you sip it cold? Or will it burn your skin if it drips from your hands?   What is peace then if … Continue reading

Saturday, July 5th, 2014

What a Difference a Day Makes

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  Happy Friday Night Love and Light to you! Welcome to another winning week of awesome!   I had the most amazing day today. Technically, I don’t celebrate The 4th of July. You will not hear me say “Happy 4th” to anyone I like. And yet, every year I end up non-celebrating somewhere with other non-celebrating people, probably having a decent time, not being dutiful patriots.   This year I got to hang out with my dad, my Aunt Bonnie (who is also my God Mother–I call her Auntie Mom-Mom), my Uncle Jessie, Cousin Lisa, Cousin Jessie Jr., Aubrei and my Auntie E at her house in the woods somewhere in Bryn Athyn.     My Auntie E is one of my Aunt and Uncle’s oldest and dearest friends. My Aunt Bonnie and E went to Art School together and have been exactly like sisters every since they met. They attended each other’s weddings. God Mothered each other’s kids. Took family portraits together. To this day– I mean literally to this day– when we walked in Aunt E’s home today, … Continue reading

Thursday, January 23rd, 2014

Dear Richard Sherman… You Are Good.

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      Dearest Richard;   You know, it took me more than a few days to figure out what I wanted to write about this week.  I’ll be honest, too.  I really, honestly could give two wooden nickels about American or International football. It’s not my sport. My sport is reading. And crafting crafts. And headstands of the yoga variety. And maybe growing stuff that doesn’t usually like Northeastern weather. I overstand that none of these things make billions of dollars for organized leagues and so they may not be considered “sport”. I also don’t care.   So. When I came across your story, Richard Sherman, Cornerback for the Seattle Seahawks and target for way too much social media ire; I was compelled to figure out what the fuss was about. I was compelled to care about football, its players and its fickle fans for more than passing amusement… and long enough to figure out why folk found their target in you.  Turns out, in all my reading and sifting through other folk brain farts for the last several … Continue reading

Friday, March 23rd, 2012

American History Y: We’ve Got to Deal with Our Prejudice BEFORE it Manifests as Racism

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First of all. Allow me to say thank you. Thank you for your love and support. AND Thank you for your collective humanity. Some of you anyway. I was going through a rough patch. I was facing the reality of my Uncle Paul’s passing minxed along with the reality that far too many young Black boys won’t make it to that ripe old age of 74 my uncle damn near got to see. I posted a video about my complex mourning scenario. My issue was with how one Black man was called “home” after succeeding a life well lived. Meanwhile, somewhere in Florida, a young Black boy will never have that same opportunity my Uncle Paul had because he was a young Black boy. Living in America. Living around other people who don’t value his life or other lives like his. Living in a society so afraid to be called racist that they allow their prejudice against Brown skin to fester and boil over until they act out who they truly are anyway. Let that sit there in your mid … Continue reading

Tuesday, October 13th, 2009

Remember Valley Swim Club?

Okay, so I was doing a little blog cleaning this afternoon. You know. Going through old blog posts and comments. My blog history is getting a little crowded and I wanted to see what can safely be archived. I happened along an old blog post about Valley Swim Club. You remember Valley Swim Club Don’t You? The club in Huntingdon Valley that removed 65 Black and Latino kids because of the way they changed the “complexion” of the club so many months ago.   Well in reading a comment by an infamous ancestor of a potato farmer (don’t ask, that’s what he said), I found a link to another blog post about the club. There I found an array of comments that at first seemed typical and worthy of merely a shrug. By the time I got to the end, I was plain old saddened at the arrogance and insensitivity that some people of the pinker persuasion hold toward people of browner complexions. The comments ranged from the petty to the ridiculous.   We can call it ignorance on their … Continue reading

Sunday, July 26th, 2009

“I’m Not Racist!!!!”

*deep breath…looooong sigh*   Of course I have been keeping myself abreast of all the debates happening over the racial what-nots and goings on over the course of the last month. Michael Jackson, Valley Swim Club, Dr. Gates, etc. My last post talked of my being miffed by the circumstances. This post is actually about the compounding denials of racism, the pulling of the “race card” and yes, the conundrum of being called a racist.   Why is it that pinker people seem to think that browner people don’t have any concept of what racism looks like in this country and better, what it looks like around the world?   Brown people of just about every hue have been defending themselves against racism, classism, neo-classicism, imperialism, and just about every other ism that has propelled coloreds into second and third class citizenship for eons. Despite protests, no matter what words may be said and no matter what strides with regard to racial progress has been made–history CANNOT be denied. Hello. Welcome to reality. Racism exists. The simple fact that racism … Continue reading

Thursday, July 23rd, 2009

Are You *Expletive* Kidding Me?!

I’m trying desperately not to get miffed this evening, for no other reason than getting miffed leads to an emotional writing state where I “say” some things and I may “do” some things that get me in trouble.   With that disclaimer as my back drop for this discussion, allow me to say what’s on my mind anyway. Exactly as it comes out.   Of course, I don’t know all the details surrounding Dr. Henry Louis Gates arrest on the front porch of his home, where he allegedly was “breaking in” for a reason unbeknownst to me, however, the fact that he was his home and making a brisk attempt to make his way in to HIS own home is enough for me. So, where exactly do the police come in and why would the police appearance lead to this man’s arrest? Further, huh?   I don’t really need to see the police report, quite frankly. I have one question: did the home in question belong to Dr. Henry Louis Gates? Answer: Yes. Okay.   According to Wikipedia:   ” … Continue reading