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GET INTO THE LYRICS....ADORN
Yeah, these lips...
Can`t wait to taste your skin baby
No, no
And these eyes, yeah
Can`t wait to see your grin...
OOh baby
Just let my love
Just let mu love adorn you
Please baby, yeah
You gotta know x 2
You know
That I adorn you
Yeah baby
Baby these fist...
Will always protect ya lady
And this mind oh,
Will never neglect you,
Yeah baby,
Oh baby
And this thang
Trying to break us down
Don`t let that effect us,
No baby
You just got to let
My love...
Let my love x 2
Adorn you
Ahh, le, le, le let it
Just adorn you
You got to know
You got to know
Know that I adorn you
Just that babe
I, oh
Let my love adorn you baby...
Don`t you ever
Don`t you let no one
Tell you different baby
Always adorn you
You got to know
You got to know x 3
Now yeah...
Can`t wait to taste your skin baby
No, no
And these eyes, yeah
Can`t wait to see your grin...
OOh baby
Just let my love
Just let mu love adorn you
Please baby, yeah
You gotta know x 2
You know
That I adorn you
Yeah baby
Baby these fist...
Will always protect ya lady
And this mind oh,
Will never neglect you,
Yeah baby,
Oh baby
And this thang
Trying to break us down
Don`t let that effect us,
No baby
You just got to let
My love...
Let my love x 2
Adorn you
Ahh, le, le, le let it
Just adorn you
You got to know
You got to know
Know that I adorn you
Just that babe
I, oh
Let my love adorn you baby...
Don`t you ever
Don`t you let no one
Tell you different baby
Always adorn you
You got to know
You got to know x 3
Now yeah...
March 28, 2012
BOOK REVIEW ON SEQUEL TO PRECIOUS.....THE KID....
Fifteen years after the heralded publication of her first novel, “Push” — the basis for the 2009 film “Precious” — Sapphire has written a new novel, “The Kid,” which traces the life of Precious’ second child, Abdul. At its best, “The Kid” captures the grueling heartbreak of trying to love anything when the world doesn’t love you enough, of trying to summon desire or affection in the absence of any healthy context for either one.
As the book opens, Abdul is 9 years old. Precious has died of AIDS, and that loss — of maternal affection, of any shred of normalcy, of childhood itself — haunts Abdul as he is bounced from bad living situation to worse. His story is told in a complicated first-person, stream-of-consciousness style, made trickier by the fact that the voice must shape-shift, taking on new moods and identities every time Abdul does.
“In my dreams I’m not black,” the young Abdul says, “and if I am I’m only half black and an Indian. I’m a warrior riding across the plains, in my dreams we drive the Europeans back into the ocean, in my dreams sometimes I am black, blacker than I am now, the blackest black man, Hannibal riding an elephant over the Alps, the ruler of a kingdom of a land where my father’s picture is like George Washington’s on the dollar bill, in my dreams I have not been beat. Or left alone. . . . When I close my eyes my dreams belong to the boogeyman, the Devil. They are the Devil’s lies. But my dreams were not lies before my mother died, or, except, maybe that time just before Mommy died was bad dreams.”
While Sapphire’s control of the narrative voice is impressive, the novel itself is occasionally less so, disconnecting from its human center and stranding its characters in the realm of the almost cartoonishly pathological. The brutality Sapphire depicts is deliberately, sometimes problematically, relentless: not even halfway through the novel, we’ve already encountered death, a vicious beating, multiple rape scenes and animal abuse. By the time a teenage Abdul strips down and masturbates to climax as his great-grandmother narrates the story of her rape as a 10-year-old, many readers will be ready to say enough.
One wonders if the novel’s uncomfortably literal rendition of “tragedy porn” — through which someone derives selfish pleasure while witnessing or trying to ignore a narrative of suffering — is a calculated indictment of a certain type of reader. At times, it seems the mission of “The Kid” is to punish those readers of “Push” who found even the faintest glimmer of hope in Precious’ journey, as if Sapphire were daring anyone to make this novel into a Hollywood story with lovely celebrities playing well-intentioned social workers and tough but tender teachers who impart the redeeming value of the written word.
The teachers here turn out to be serial molesters. The overwhelmed social worker spends much of her page time apologizing for her own futility. When Abdul finally starts to come into his own as part of a company of dancers, most of them hold him at a distance. His rich and talented girlfriend, whom he initially pegs as the kind of “normal” person he envies, turns out to have a story as bleak and horrifying as his, and desires for him that are anything but redemptive.
Abdul himself recalls a modern Bigger Thomas, embodying all the loathed and feared stereotypes of contemporary black masculinity: the man trying to become immune to his own sense of empathy, the “down-low” black man, the gay-basher who picks up men in parks, the rapist, the ward of the state who has nothing to give back, the man who is “naturally” physically superior, the would-be murderer, the thwarted intellectual, the boy who wants to become his father but remains firmly in denial of his father’s brutality.
Structurally, “The Kid” reads a bit like “Invisible Man” dragged through a haunted house’s hall of mirrors — a novel in which a character who doesn’t know himself and is driven primarily by his own survival instinct goes from one terrifying absurdity to the next, without fully registering either the absurdity or his own role in it. In some such novels, the character emerges at the end having confronted himself and learned in the process, but Abdul’s evolving series of names and mistaken identities ultimately render him all but nameless. “I reach out my foam hand for things,” he says: “My name — just had it, but it passes me by. . . . Things are drifting past me again, how old I am, where I am, did I ever know?”
“The Kid” asks readers to consider what it means to inherit, and what it means to survive. Ultimately, Abdul does survive, in that he lives. But after the unimaginable cruelties inflicted both upon him and by him, we are left with the feeling that all his mistaken and performed identities are no longer in fact mistakes, but the only self he has.
Danielle Evans is the author of a story collection, “Before You Suffocate Your Own Fool Self.”
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/07/31/books/review/the-kid-by-sapphire-book-review.html?pagewanted=print
As the book opens, Abdul is 9 years old. Precious has died of AIDS, and that loss — of maternal affection, of any shred of normalcy, of childhood itself — haunts Abdul as he is bounced from bad living situation to worse. His story is told in a complicated first-person, stream-of-consciousness style, made trickier by the fact that the voice must shape-shift, taking on new moods and identities every time Abdul does.
“In my dreams I’m not black,” the young Abdul says, “and if I am I’m only half black and an Indian. I’m a warrior riding across the plains, in my dreams we drive the Europeans back into the ocean, in my dreams sometimes I am black, blacker than I am now, the blackest black man, Hannibal riding an elephant over the Alps, the ruler of a kingdom of a land where my father’s picture is like George Washington’s on the dollar bill, in my dreams I have not been beat. Or left alone. . . . When I close my eyes my dreams belong to the boogeyman, the Devil. They are the Devil’s lies. But my dreams were not lies before my mother died, or, except, maybe that time just before Mommy died was bad dreams.”
While Sapphire’s control of the narrative voice is impressive, the novel itself is occasionally less so, disconnecting from its human center and stranding its characters in the realm of the almost cartoonishly pathological. The brutality Sapphire depicts is deliberately, sometimes problematically, relentless: not even halfway through the novel, we’ve already encountered death, a vicious beating, multiple rape scenes and animal abuse. By the time a teenage Abdul strips down and masturbates to climax as his great-grandmother narrates the story of her rape as a 10-year-old, many readers will be ready to say enough.
One wonders if the novel’s uncomfortably literal rendition of “tragedy porn” — through which someone derives selfish pleasure while witnessing or trying to ignore a narrative of suffering — is a calculated indictment of a certain type of reader. At times, it seems the mission of “The Kid” is to punish those readers of “Push” who found even the faintest glimmer of hope in Precious’ journey, as if Sapphire were daring anyone to make this novel into a Hollywood story with lovely celebrities playing well-intentioned social workers and tough but tender teachers who impart the redeeming value of the written word.
The teachers here turn out to be serial molesters. The overwhelmed social worker spends much of her page time apologizing for her own futility. When Abdul finally starts to come into his own as part of a company of dancers, most of them hold him at a distance. His rich and talented girlfriend, whom he initially pegs as the kind of “normal” person he envies, turns out to have a story as bleak and horrifying as his, and desires for him that are anything but redemptive.
Abdul himself recalls a modern Bigger Thomas, embodying all the loathed and feared stereotypes of contemporary black masculinity: the man trying to become immune to his own sense of empathy, the “down-low” black man, the gay-basher who picks up men in parks, the rapist, the ward of the state who has nothing to give back, the man who is “naturally” physically superior, the would-be murderer, the thwarted intellectual, the boy who wants to become his father but remains firmly in denial of his father’s brutality.
Structurally, “The Kid” reads a bit like “Invisible Man” dragged through a haunted house’s hall of mirrors — a novel in which a character who doesn’t know himself and is driven primarily by his own survival instinct goes from one terrifying absurdity to the next, without fully registering either the absurdity or his own role in it. In some such novels, the character emerges at the end having confronted himself and learned in the process, but Abdul’s evolving series of names and mistaken identities ultimately render him all but nameless. “I reach out my foam hand for things,” he says: “My name — just had it, but it passes me by. . . . Things are drifting past me again, how old I am, where I am, did I ever know?”
“The Kid” asks readers to consider what it means to inherit, and what it means to survive. Ultimately, Abdul does survive, in that he lives. But after the unimaginable cruelties inflicted both upon him and by him, we are left with the feeling that all his mistaken and performed identities are no longer in fact mistakes, but the only self he has.
Danielle Evans is the author of a story collection, “Before You Suffocate Your Own Fool Self.”
http://www.nytimes.com/2011/07/31/books/review/the-kid-by-sapphire-book-review.html?pagewanted=print
LESSONS LEARNED....
“That is the burden of black boys in America and the people that love them: running the risk of being descended upon in the dark and caught in the cross-hairs of someone who crosses the line.”
I personally just got the message my mother always told me whenever I left the house whether it was going to school or traveling outside of the city....she always said, " Be on your p's and q's." She wasn't saying it for my because she doubted me but she wanted me to always be aware that I was consistantly being watched.
I personally just got the message my mother always told me whenever I left the house whether it was going to school or traveling outside of the city....she always said, " Be on your p's and q's." She wasn't saying it for my because she doubted me but she wanted me to always be aware that I was consistantly being watched.
THE BURDEN OF BLACK BOYS IN AMERICA.....
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For centuries, the black family has been under attack. From slavery, through emancipation, through the civil rights era– which claimed the lives of two of America’s finest men (Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcolm X), championing the plight of the black community and humanity to prevent tragedies like these– black folks were not quick to call themselves Americans because we have quietly accepted ourselves as “behind enemy lines.” With the entire nation outraged over the murder of Trayvon Martin, there may finally be a cultural comprehension, by all Americans, of what the black family has experienced historically and presently in this country.
Wendy Ealy Walker is a mother living outside Atlanta, Georgia, who has a 14-year old son of her own. She, like many other black mothers prior to the Martin case, has given instructions to her son to “go with what the cop says, do not argue” with law enforcement when he encounters them…which he has. Her devastation over Martin’s murder renews her latent fears of the targeting of her own son. She told Nightly News:
“That could be my own son, minding his own business, doing his own thing, never thinking that anyone would do him harm…it makes me angry and very frightened.”
Through this case, we are transported in time to the murder of 14-year-old Emmet Till in August of 1955. The horror of his murder has rippled through the black family in America for all of these years up to Walker’s instructions to her own 14-year old son in 2012. His murder as well as many before him were the reason that black leaders of the past fought so hard to change the judicial system. They knew the saying that “Those that fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it.”
Columnist Charles Blow of the New York Times spoke to Nightly News as well and coined this experience as “the burden of black boys.” He wrote in his article “The Curious Case of Trayvon Martin”:
“That is the burden of black boys in America and the people that love them: running the risk of being descended upon in the dark and caught in the cross-hairs of someone who crosses the line.”
After this, racial profiling can never be considered a myth again. If so, we are in a more “inglorious spot” than even Claude McKay could have ever imagined.
LEGENDARY....DONYALE LUNA.....
Donyale Luna (August 31, 1945 – May 17, 1979) was an American model and cover girl. She also appeared in several films, in Camp (1965) by Andy Warhol, Qui êtes-vous, Polly Maggoo? (1966) by William Klein, as Groucho Marx's companion in Otto Preminger's Skidoo (1968), and most notably as Oenothea in Federico Fellini's Satyricon (1970) and as the title character in Salomé (1972), a film by director Carmelo Bene.
After being discovered by the photographer David McCabe, she moved from Detroit to New York City to pursue a modeling career. In January 1965, a sketch of Luna appeared on the cover of Harper's Bazaar. She became the first African American model to appear on the cover of a Vogue magazine, the March 1966 British issue, shot by British photographer David Bailey.
According to The New York Times, she was under exclusive contract to the photographer Richard Avedon for a year at the beginning of her career.
An article in Time magazine published on 1 April 1966, "The Luna Year", described her as "a new heavenly body who, because of her striking singularity, promises to remain on high for many a season. Donyale Luna, as she calls herself, is unquestionably the hottest model in Europe at the moment. She is only 20, a Negro, hails from Detroit, and is not to be missed if one reads Harper's Bazaar, Paris Match, Britain's Queen, the British, French or American editions of Vogue.
In 1967, the mannequin manufacturer Adel Rootstein created a mannequin in Luna's image, a follow-up to the company's Twiggy mannequin of 1966.
Luna appeared in a nude photo layout in the April 1975 issue of Playboy; the photographer was Luigi Cazzaniga.
According to the journalist Judy Stone, who wrote a profile of Luna for The New York Times in 1968, the model was "secretive, mysterious, contradictory, evasive, mercurial, and insistent upon her multiracial lineage -- exotic, chameleon strands of Indigenous-Mexican, Indonesian, Irish, and, last but least escapable, African." A London magazine (The Sunday Times Magazine, article by Harold Carlton) hailed her as "the completely New Image of the Negro woman. Fashion finds itself in an instrumental position for changing history, however slightly, for it is about to bring out into the open the veneration, the adoration, the idolization of the Negro ... "
When Stone asked her about whether her appearances in Hollywood films would benefit the cause of black actresses, Luna answered, "If it brings about more jobs for Mexicans, Asians, Native Americans, Africans, groovy. It could be good, it could be bad. I couldn't care less."
March 27, 2012
FIRST BLACK MCDONALD'S CEO HAPPENS TO BE A NORTH CENTRAL HS GRADUATE AND HOOSIER!!!
Courtesy of The Starpress.com
"Don Thompson is known to show up for early morning meetings with other trustees of Purdue University carrying armloads of McDonald's Egg McMuffins and cups of coffee."
"That gesture says a mouthful about the 48-year-old Thompson, who on Wednesday was named president and chief executive officer of McDonald's, becoming the first black leader of the world's largest restaurant chain."
"A leader with deep Hoosier roots, he is often described as warm, friendly, inspiring -- and very attuned to other's needs."
"I find him to be a clear-thinking and practical and process-oriented member of the board, as you might expect of an electrical engineer, said Michael R. Berghoff, president of Lenex Steel Corp. in Indianapolis and another Purdue trustee. He has a dynamic personality and a great antenna for what motivates people by understanding the emotional side of behavior."
"Thompson was born in Chicago but moved as a child to Indianapolis' Northside to be raised by his grandmother. He graduated from North Central High School in 1980 and from Purdue at West Lafayette in 1984 with a degree in electrical engineering. He was named to the high school's alumni Hall of Fame in 2010 and appointed by the governor to the Purdue Board of Trustees in 2009."
"Thompson, who has climbed during 22 years with the company from making Big Macs in an Illinois restaurant to regional and national leadership, wasn't available for interviews Thursday after his latest promotion was announced. He succeeds CEO Jim Skinner, who is retiring after 41 years."
"But a 2008 profile in the trade publication Franchise Times quotes Thompson about his accidental introduction to the food industry."
"Soon after graduating from Purdue, he worked as an engineer at an aerospace company."
"One day, he received a message from a recruiter who he thought was representing airplane builder McDonnell Douglas."
"Actually, it was for a management trainee job with McDonald's, the restaurant chain. So he took a chance, changed careers and rose rapidly."
"Thompson is married to another Purdue electrical engineering graduate, Liz, and they are the parents of a son attending the University of Notre Dame and a younger daughter."
"The Thompsons met as young scholarship students at a banquet in 1980 at Purdue. They had shared an early childhood on Chicago's rough South Side."
"Friends including Berghoff said it is not unusual for Thompson to spend time after trustee meetings getting to know new scholarship students."
"He is very sensitive to how loans and support can allow a student to go to school and take advantage of opportunities, Berghoff said."
"Virginia Booth-Gleghorn, director of Purdue's minority engineering programs, said Thompson's dedication to young people's education is evident, from his personal donations to his hands-on attention."
"What really touches my heart about Don is he really takes an effort to remember and credit the programs that helped him, she said. He was amazed his whole life changed once he learned about engineering."
"Thompson formerly was president of McDonald's USA and became the operating chief of the global company in January 2010. He will assume his new role as chief executive July 1 for the Oak Brook, Ill.-based McDonald's."
"It will be a seamless transition, said Peter Saleh, an analyst at Telsey Advisory Group in New York. "They're not going to skip a beat going from (Skinner) to Don."
"Thompson faces the challenge of boosting sales amid increasing competition from Wendy's, Burger King, Taco Bell and others, plus higher commodity prices."
"Everyone today is trying to steal shares from them, Saleh said. Thompson's challenge will be to protect the breakfast business and continue to expand McCafe specialty beverages."
THE BEAUTIFUL KERRY WASHINGTON STARS IN SCANDAL....MUST WATCH TV....
Olivia Pope (Kerry Washington) dedicates her life to protecting the public images of the nation's elite and making sure their secrets never get out. Olivia is a former White House communications director for the President, but has left to start her own crisis management firm, Olivia Pope and Associates. She is hoping to begin a new chapter of her life, but is finding out that she cannot leave parts of her past behind.
Olivia Pope and Associates staff includes Stephen Finch (Henry Ian Cusick), a womanizer considering settling down, Harrison Wright (Columbus Short), a smooth and efficient litigator, Abby Whelan, (Darby Stanchfield), the firm's investigator, Huck (Guillermo Diaz), a hacker with a CIA past, and Quinn Perkins (Katie Lowes), a fresh faced lawyer quickly learning the world of crisis management.
COMING UP NEXT....NOTORIOUS...FEATURING MEAGAN GOOD AND LAZ ALONZO.....
According to Deadline, in the Universal TV and BermanBraun's NBC drama pilot Notorious, Good will play detective Joanna Locasto, in the series described as an "opulent soap."
Written by Liz Heldens, Good's character goes undercover as the housekeeper's daughter into the family she grew up in to investigate the murder of her childhood friend - celebutante Vivian Lawson.
Laz Alonso will be returning to your TV screens very soon as an NYPD detective alongside Meagan Good in a new NBC drama pilot titled, ‘Notorious‘. It will be the first time the network has cast two Black actors in a lead since the short-lived drama ‘Undercovers’ with Boris Kodjoe and Gugu Mbatha-Raw
Written by Liz Heldens, Good's character goes undercover as the housekeeper's daughter into the family she grew up in to investigate the murder of her childhood friend - celebutante Vivian Lawson.
Laz Alonso will be returning to your TV screens very soon as an NYPD detective alongside Meagan Good in a new NBC drama pilot titled, ‘Notorious‘. It will be the first time the network has cast two Black actors in a lead since the short-lived drama ‘Undercovers’ with Boris Kodjoe and Gugu Mbatha-Raw
RACIAL CONTROVERSY AMID RECORD BREAKING NUMBERS FOR THE HUNGER GAMES FIRST MOVE.....
As predicted, Lionsgate’s ‘The Hunger Games’ broke box office records when it was released over the weekend. The Hunger Games grossed $155 million, more than double what the film ‘Twilight’ raked in during its opening weekend in 2008 ($69.9 million).
But one thing movie critics didn’t predict was the racial tensions that would overshadow the film’s opening weekend and evoke hateful social commentary from passionate fans of the book on which the film was based.
Taking a page out of today’s cultural obsession with reality TV, The Hunger Games pits young television contestants against each other in a brutal, real-life battle to the death.
But fans of the book are outraged at the film’s writers for taking artistic liberties with the book’s big screen adaptation (two of the book’s principal characters are played by black actors).
“Rue” is played by 13-year-old actress Amandla Stenberg, and the sensitive “Cinna” is played by hunky singer-turned-actor Lenny Kravitz.
The book’s fans, some of whom waited in line for days for the midnight showing on Friday, vented their racist hatred on Twitter.com and other social outlets.
One person wrote, “why does rue have to be black not gonna lie kinda ruined the movie.”
Another person tweeted: “cinna and rue werent suppose to be black. why did the producer make all the good characters black.”
One bigot happily tweeted a movie spoiler on Twitter: “call me racist but when i found out rue was black her death wasn’t as sad #ihatemyself.”
My two cents-If you read the books, you will hear Rue described as having dark skinned and brown eyes, A TRAIT that is similar with her people who are from the SOUTH and are from the district known for farming. Thresh is ALSO from her District. No comments thus far have been made about him being black.
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March 26, 2012
PRESIDENT OBAMA ADDRESSES THE TRAYVON MARTIN MURDER....
“Obviously, this is a tragedy,” he said. “I can only imagine what these parents are going through, and when I think about this, I think about my own kids, and I think every parent in America should be able to understand why it is absolutely imperative that we investigate every aspect of this and everybody aspect of this, and that everybody pulls together — federal, state and local — to figure out exactly how this tragedy happened.”
He went on.
“I think all of us have to do some soul searching to figure out how does something like this happen,” said Obama. “And that means we examine the laws and the context for what happened, as well as the specifics of the incident.”
SHOUT OUT TO THE 504 FOR ALL THE MUSIC AND DANCE CONTRIBUTIONS.....
OLD SCHOOL.....
NEWER SCHOOL....
UNDERSTANDING THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN SEX AND LOVE....
The music video for Trey Songz’ sultry new ballad “Sex Ain’t Better Than Love” premiered Thursday. The message in this song is one that you young ladies and men need to hear.
Sex and love are not the same. When you meet a man or woman who makes your heart do flips — that’s not love.
Many of you think you’re in love because the sex is good, or because he or she swept you off your feet when you first met. But chances are you’re not really in love. The words “whirlwind romance” are a red flag.
Love has nothing to do with sex. Love doesn’t even begin to come into play until the effects of dopamine wear off.
You have a better chance at a lifelong relationship with a man who doesn’t come on to you hot and heavy when you first meet.
Couples who get married too soon, within a few months of meeting each other, usually discover that they were never in love when they file for a divorce a year later.
So how do you know when it’s really love and not the dopamine? If you think about sex every time you think of him or her, it’s most likely not love.
Dopamine begins to fade within 6 months to 2 years. If the dopamine attracted him or her to you, he or she will soon be gone when it fades.
If it’s real love, he or she will stick around long after the dopamine fades.
That doesn’t mean you should withhold sex from him until he proves his love for you. It means you are able to make better decisions about your future with him once you understand the difference between dopamine and love.
sandrarose.com
Sex and love are not the same. When you meet a man or woman who makes your heart do flips — that’s not love.
Many of you think you’re in love because the sex is good, or because he or she swept you off your feet when you first met. But chances are you’re not really in love. The words “whirlwind romance” are a red flag.
Love has nothing to do with sex. Love doesn’t even begin to come into play until the effects of dopamine wear off.
You have a better chance at a lifelong relationship with a man who doesn’t come on to you hot and heavy when you first meet.
Couples who get married too soon, within a few months of meeting each other, usually discover that they were never in love when they file for a divorce a year later.
So how do you know when it’s really love and not the dopamine? If you think about sex every time you think of him or her, it’s most likely not love.
Dopamine begins to fade within 6 months to 2 years. If the dopamine attracted him or her to you, he or she will soon be gone when it fades.
If it’s real love, he or she will stick around long after the dopamine fades.
That doesn’t mean you should withhold sex from him until he proves his love for you. It means you are able to make better decisions about your future with him once you understand the difference between dopamine and love.
sandrarose.com
THE HEAT SHOWS SUPPORT FOR TRAYVON MARTIN.....
Unlike rappers who only support a cause if there is something financially in it for them, LeBron James and the rest of the Miami Heat team showed their full support for Trayvon Martin by wearing grey hoodies in a group photo. LeBron uploaded the photo to Twitter.com today with the hashtags: “#WeAreTrayvonMartin #Hoodies #Stereotyped #WeWantJustice”.
17-year-old Trayvon was unarmed and carrying a bag of Skittles candy when he was ambushed and gunned down by a racist neighborhood watch captain as he walked home from a corner store in Sanford, Florida on Feb. 26th.
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March 22, 2012
A STAIN ON THE STATE OF MISSISSIPPI....JUSTICE IS SERVED....
A white teenager received two life sentences after pleading guilty Wednesday to murder and a hate crime for running over a black man with his pickup truck.
Deryl Dedmon, 19, was indicted for capital murder in the June 26 death of James Craig Anderson, a 47-year-old car plant worker who was remembered for his love of church and his sense of humor.
Dedmon admitted that he and a group of friends were partying in a small town outside Jackson, when he suggested that they go find a black man to harass.
The group of white teens chose Jackson because of its majority-black population.
Dedmon, who was driving, found Anderson standing outside a hotel just before dawn.
Anderson was beaten before Dedmon backed his truck up in the hotel parking lot and accelerated into Anderson, running him over and killing him.
It wasn’t the first time Dedmon and his friends had harassed black people just for kicks. He usually targeted the homeless or drunks who weren’t likely to report it to police, according to USA Today.
Before his sentence was handed down Wednesday, Dedmon turned to Anderson’s family and asked for forgiveness.
“I am sincerely sorry. I do take full responsibility for my actions on that night. I pray for y’all’s family every day … and that God will soften your hearts to forgive me,” Dedmon said as members of both families wiped away tears.
He continued: “I was young. I was dumb. I was ignorant … I was not raised the way that I acted that night. I was raised in a godly house. As I stand before you today, I am a changed man. I am a godly man. God has showed me to see no colors. God showed me that we are all made in the image of God so we are all based on the same thing … I do not ask y’all to forget, but I do ask y’all to forgive.”
But the judge presiding over the hearing was not so forgiving.
“Your prejudice has brought shame upon you and placed a great stain on the state of Mississippi,” said Hinds County Circuit Judge Jeff Weill Sr.
“Whatever excuse you may offer for what you have done, forget that. There’s no excuse that you can offer for the family of Mr. Anderson or to your fellow Mississippians who have to try to reconcile the horrible damage you have caused,” Weill said.
Recalling the 1964 killings of three civil rights workers that became known as “Mississippi Burning,” Hinds said, “All the hard work we have done to move our state forward from that earthen dam in Neshoba County to here has been stained by you. A stain that will take years to fade.”
I AM TRAYVON MARTIN....
This happened in America. I am shot and killed in a residential neighborhood. My cell phone is on my person, and I am found to have been carrying only a bag of candy and a drink. 911 calls from neighbors record my screams for help, in the moments before my death. No one uses my cell phone to locate my family. No one canvass the neighborhood to see if someone there knows me. I am a John Doe in the morgue for three days. But, my body is tested for drugs and alcohol. My killer is not tested for anything. My killer is questioned and released, and he is still free today. I am Travon Martin, and We are better than this
March 21, 2012
ESSAY ON THE LIFE OF ANOTHER BLACK MAN CHILD....TAYARI JONES....MUST READ
TAYARI JONES: Like many Americans, I have been glued to the television eager for details about the tragic murder of 17-year-old Trayvon Martin. I'm not sure what I hoped to discover because each new piece of evidence is more disturbing than the last. I listened to the recently released 911 tapes from my office computer and cried in public. I was up until after midnight scanning my Twitter feed for news and comfort, a 21st-century vigil of sorts.
I'm only the latest in a long line of black women speaking the names of our murdered boys. This is my role as a woman in the community. But my ties to this case stretch back to when I was a little girl growing up in Atlanta, Georgia. When I was in the fifth and sixth grade, dozens of African-American children were murdered. Almost all of them were boys. Even though Wayne Williams is believed to be the murderer, questions and scars persist. Learning about death and dying is part of growing up.
If we're lucky, we come to understand that death is natural through the passing of a grandparent or some other elder. But for too many of us, we are made aware of our own mortality by seeing our peers: the boys we wanted to go to the movies with, the boys who used to pull our hair. We learned that they could be killed for the crime of being themselves: young, black and male. When the Atlanta child murders occurred, I was just at the age when we were noticing the differences between the sexes.
As the body count increased, I realized that in my community the difference was that if you were a boy, someone might try to kill you. Recent reports have surfaced that Trayvon was on the telephone with a girl as he walked from the store where he had bought candy. The girl on the phone was the last person to speak to Trayvon Martin. I'm filled with sorrow for her. When I was young, girls were not mere bystanders as we watch our mothers groom our brothers to live in a world that feared them.
Boys were taught not to look police, security guards or anyone with authority directly in the eye. They should say only yes, sir, or no, sir. We, too, were in training, learning to protect the men we loved. We became our mothers' surrogates, reminding the guys to keep cool, to be quiet. We knew they wanted to impress us, but we begged them not to talk back the way boys always do. Today, at 41 years old, my girlhood is behind me, but the memories of dead boys linger.
Most childhood fears are terrors that you grow out of. As you age, you realize that there is no monster under the bed. But the worry that someone will look at a black man and deem him to be suspicious and feel justified in killing him, this is a threat that only deepens as he grows older - if he's lucky enough to get older.
Tayari Jones is the author of the novel "Silver Sparrow."
http://www.npr.org/2012/03/20/149003647/trayvon-martin-the-lingering-memories-of-dead-boys
I'm only the latest in a long line of black women speaking the names of our murdered boys. This is my role as a woman in the community. But my ties to this case stretch back to when I was a little girl growing up in Atlanta, Georgia. When I was in the fifth and sixth grade, dozens of African-American children were murdered. Almost all of them were boys. Even though Wayne Williams is believed to be the murderer, questions and scars persist. Learning about death and dying is part of growing up.
If we're lucky, we come to understand that death is natural through the passing of a grandparent or some other elder. But for too many of us, we are made aware of our own mortality by seeing our peers: the boys we wanted to go to the movies with, the boys who used to pull our hair. We learned that they could be killed for the crime of being themselves: young, black and male. When the Atlanta child murders occurred, I was just at the age when we were noticing the differences between the sexes.
As the body count increased, I realized that in my community the difference was that if you were a boy, someone might try to kill you. Recent reports have surfaced that Trayvon was on the telephone with a girl as he walked from the store where he had bought candy. The girl on the phone was the last person to speak to Trayvon Martin. I'm filled with sorrow for her. When I was young, girls were not mere bystanders as we watch our mothers groom our brothers to live in a world that feared them.
Boys were taught not to look police, security guards or anyone with authority directly in the eye. They should say only yes, sir, or no, sir. We, too, were in training, learning to protect the men we loved. We became our mothers' surrogates, reminding the guys to keep cool, to be quiet. We knew they wanted to impress us, but we begged them not to talk back the way boys always do. Today, at 41 years old, my girlhood is behind me, but the memories of dead boys linger.
Most childhood fears are terrors that you grow out of. As you age, you realize that there is no monster under the bed. But the worry that someone will look at a black man and deem him to be suspicious and feel justified in killing him, this is a threat that only deepens as he grows older - if he's lucky enough to get older.
Tayari Jones is the author of the novel "Silver Sparrow."
http://www.npr.org/2012/03/20/149003647/trayvon-martin-the-lingering-memories-of-dead-boys
March 20, 2012
March 19, 2012
HOW TO BE FRIENDS WITH SOMEONE YOU SLEEP WITH....
You gonna learn today.
Assuming you care about such a thing I’m going to explain how you can be friends with the person you’re sleeping with.
First: start off as non-friends. It’s just easier that way. Sleep with an old friend, and things can be compromised, also, if you two are already friends, why are you reading this anyway?
You have to establish you’re going to sleep with each other first. Super important, people! There can’t be any will-we-won’t-we tension built-up between the parties. The only tension should be when-will-we-how-good-will-it-be type tension.
Once this is established, plan for it in whichever way you plan such things, and make it at either your place or their place. Don’t make it at a neutral place, like a hotel. Hotel sex is something neither of you a ready for at this point in a developing friendship.
Also, don’t think you’re too good to schedule an appointment for sex. Think of it like this: You’re too busy to do it any other way. You work all the freaking time, and when you’re not working, you sleep all the time. So yeah, arrange for it to go down, and schedule it somewhere between dinner and bedtime.
Guest, look like you want someone to have sex with you, and be sober.
Host, look like you want someone to have sex with you, and be sober.
Looking like you want someone to have sex with you is about looking presentable. Be decent, be comfortable, be presentable. Put another way: Look like you’re about to go work out at an Equinox, those gym members always want to look good but also want to sweat.
Host, ask them if they want a drink.
Guest, always say water because everyone has water. (If they don’t have water, leave)
Sit down, next to each other.
Don’t play any music.
Have the television on. (Make sure it’s something you two both don’t care about, like the news.)
Finish the water, at a nice even pace. Don’t sip, don’t gulp, but drink, persistently.
Host, take the glass away, walk to the kitchen, and rinse it out.
Guest, follow host to the kitchen. Go up behind host, kiss them on their neck.
The first kiss should never be on the lips. We all like kissing on the lips, I know. But we all love being kissed on the neck, it’s more sexual, less intimate. And remember, this is about sex, not intimacy. Let intimacy come through friendship, not through sex.
Host, let the kiss on the neck be a guide. Take things to the bedroom accordingly.
Now of course you can stay in the kitchen, but you two are humans, not savages. Be human and go to the damn bed.
Host, guest, when having sex for the first time, accept the awkward, don’t try to be the man or the woman, just be man and woman. Enjoy each other, do it good enough to do it again, and do it well. Two people who have sex with each other are only friends because the sex is good.
When you’re finished, shut up for three or four minutes. I would say five, but five feels like an eternity. Then, host, this is critical, say only these words: “Do you want some water?”
Everyone wants water. I keep telling you fools.
They will say yes. Go get the water, put it in the same glass you were rinsing out. Share the glass of water.
I repeat: Share the glass of water. This is what friends do.
Put the underwear back on or the shorts, whatever. It doesn’t matter. Just put an article of clothing back on. Then, talk, about what? I have no idea. But talk, not all night, just until the first yawn.
Use the first yawn as a cue you have to get going.
Don’t spend the night.
Stay in touch.
Always be kind and respectful to one another.
http://untiligetmarried.com/2012/03/14/how-to-be-friends-with-someone-you-sleep-with/#more-4659
Assuming you care about such a thing I’m going to explain how you can be friends with the person you’re sleeping with.
First: start off as non-friends. It’s just easier that way. Sleep with an old friend, and things can be compromised, also, if you two are already friends, why are you reading this anyway?
You have to establish you’re going to sleep with each other first. Super important, people! There can’t be any will-we-won’t-we tension built-up between the parties. The only tension should be when-will-we-how-good-will-it-be type tension.
Once this is established, plan for it in whichever way you plan such things, and make it at either your place or their place. Don’t make it at a neutral place, like a hotel. Hotel sex is something neither of you a ready for at this point in a developing friendship.
Also, don’t think you’re too good to schedule an appointment for sex. Think of it like this: You’re too busy to do it any other way. You work all the freaking time, and when you’re not working, you sleep all the time. So yeah, arrange for it to go down, and schedule it somewhere between dinner and bedtime.
Guest, look like you want someone to have sex with you, and be sober.
Host, look like you want someone to have sex with you, and be sober.
Looking like you want someone to have sex with you is about looking presentable. Be decent, be comfortable, be presentable. Put another way: Look like you’re about to go work out at an Equinox, those gym members always want to look good but also want to sweat.
Host, ask them if they want a drink.
Guest, always say water because everyone has water. (If they don’t have water, leave)
Sit down, next to each other.
Don’t play any music.
Have the television on. (Make sure it’s something you two both don’t care about, like the news.)
Finish the water, at a nice even pace. Don’t sip, don’t gulp, but drink, persistently.
Host, take the glass away, walk to the kitchen, and rinse it out.
Guest, follow host to the kitchen. Go up behind host, kiss them on their neck.
The first kiss should never be on the lips. We all like kissing on the lips, I know. But we all love being kissed on the neck, it’s more sexual, less intimate. And remember, this is about sex, not intimacy. Let intimacy come through friendship, not through sex.
Host, let the kiss on the neck be a guide. Take things to the bedroom accordingly.
Now of course you can stay in the kitchen, but you two are humans, not savages. Be human and go to the damn bed.
Host, guest, when having sex for the first time, accept the awkward, don’t try to be the man or the woman, just be man and woman. Enjoy each other, do it good enough to do it again, and do it well. Two people who have sex with each other are only friends because the sex is good.
When you’re finished, shut up for three or four minutes. I would say five, but five feels like an eternity. Then, host, this is critical, say only these words: “Do you want some water?”
Everyone wants water. I keep telling you fools.
They will say yes. Go get the water, put it in the same glass you were rinsing out. Share the glass of water.
I repeat: Share the glass of water. This is what friends do.
Put the underwear back on or the shorts, whatever. It doesn’t matter. Just put an article of clothing back on. Then, talk, about what? I have no idea. But talk, not all night, just until the first yawn.
Use the first yawn as a cue you have to get going.
Don’t spend the night.
Stay in touch.
Always be kind and respectful to one another.
http://untiligetmarried.com/2012/03/14/how-to-be-friends-with-someone-you-sleep-with/#more-4659
March 16, 2012
March 14, 2012
TAMI ROMAN FROM "BASKETBALL WIVES" SEND PERSONAL MESSAGES TO THE LADIES AFTER MONDAY'S NIGHT SHOW...EDITING MADE HER LOOK LIKE A BULLY.....
I usually don’t blog, but I felt a need to address a few things…
Keisha:
To be clear, upon meeting you, I asked you respectfully to discuss anything you had to say about me…WITH ME. I wasn’t confrontational nor was I argumentative. Of course that part was edited out of the show; however you, Royce and Kenya know what I said. When you spoke to Evelyn about me; it wasn’t what you said, but the fact that you said it. I don’t walk around with boxing gloves on and I don’t fight everyone I meet. I just feel you should’ve been a real woman and brought your concerns “directly” to me. I can assure you that if you had our dealings with each other might not be so rocky.
Do me a favor, don’t be such a liar and manipulator. I know you have friends in high “Executive Producer” places, but let’s keep this all the way real. When I met you, I approached you in a friendly manner and I did not have any issues with you what so ever. Everyone in this situation knows I was told you were Caucasian, so when I met you that is why I asked you. In that same conversation (which was edited out), upon hearing your answer, I said that I thought you were mixed but wasn’t sure of what it was – to be exact, my verbiage was, “I knew there was something else in you.” I wish you had been woman enough to ask me if I thought you were denying your “black” side and I would have cleared that right up for you. On the contrary, my saying that I thought you were mixed with something was in fact ACKNOWLEDGING that you may be of African American decent. I am a product of mixed heritage and identify myself as a black woman also. I NEVER said you weren’t “black” enough… that is a flat out lie! I would NEVER try to belittle someone for that and I don’t appreciate you implying that I would.
FYI- You know that I was joking when I made the comment “You can be in the building, but I don’t need your opinion.” In fact, you can hear me and Royce laughing in the scene. Don’t take yourself so seriously and think that I care that much because I don’t. On another note, I didn’t know you at the time nor was I familiar with your dance style, so I didn’t need your opinion.
The charity event was a nice event and I was happy to be invited for such a worthy cause. However, any concerns you had with our etiquette should have been addressed when you invited us and not at the venue. Once again, you didn’t deal with things that were bothering you, which is NOT a problem with us, but a serious problem with you. If you speak on things when they happen, then all parties are clear and you can have an open dialogue about them also known as “communication”…I’m just saying.
Jennifer:
I am proud of you and what you are doing with Lucid, but you know I wasn’t invited to your launch party. You also know that I will not attend an event that I’m not personally invited to. I don’t rely on or care what the producers of the show want to happen- simply if the person does not invite me, I do not attend. My manager Shauna attended because you sent her a text the night of the event. In case you have selective memory, we had a discussion about this at your apartment in Miami and you apologized for being too busy and didn’t remember to send out proper invitations. However, despite what you said at your apartment, I heard your real feelings on this episode…”Anyone who’s important is here” comment is truly how you felt, so maybe you didn’t forget to send invites and maybe you were being fake with your apology. At this point, I’m not sure of anything regarding my relationship with you. I simply want us all to remember to be truthful.
Kenya:
Kenya, I was offended by how you came to the meeting. I really didn’t think it was professional at all. However I do congratulate you on shooting your music video. No matter what people have to say about it, you did it. Getting it in the can is the hardest battle so kudos to you.
Evelyn:
Stop saying everybody is a cool chick LMAO!
Royce:
I thought that we were real friends, but I personally feel that your position on this is stepping over bounds. As a friend, I would expect you to have a neutral position and not try to defend a grown woman who doesn’t deserve it. You can be friends with both of us without voicing your opinion on the matter because truthfully you weren’t there to witness ANY of it firsthand. You are watching the edited version and basing your so-called “non bias” opinion on that OR you are taking Keisha’s version of what happened and coming at me sideways. There have been PLENTY of times when I haven’t agreed with things you have done or said and I addressed those things with you in private out of respect for you. I don’t bring my concerns to anyone but you and I definitely don’t discuss how I may feel about certain situations with the other girls. As far as they know, I have always had your back even when you were wrong.
Additionally, there have also been plenty of times when people have voiced their opinion of you around me. First thing I say, as your friend is, “Royce is my friend and I don’t want to get involved.” I would have appreciated you taking the same position. I choose not to get involved with things that don’t pertain to me out of loyalty to the people I call friends. I feel saddened that you couldn’t reciprocate.
We view “real” friendship differently and thus we may not be real friends…
Sidebar:
I am NOT a bully. People don’t understand that Keisha is NOT innocent in this matter and she does a great deal of lip boxing behind the scenes. I am not going to try and be respectful when I have been disrespected numerous times…off camera. If you are bold enough to talk behind my back, then you should be grown enough to handle the repercussions of your actions and words. The editors have done a wonderful job of putting my outbursts on the show but not showing the full chain of events. My outbursts are real, but they are also driven by something which is conveniently being edited out when it comes to Keisha. Wish I had an executive producer in my pocket…I’m just saying
My two cents-I was disappointed by how Tami "acted" on the show Monday. At the end of the day, she has a family to feed and in order to stay relivant on the show, she has to ACT her part. BUT with her already having such a strong personality is that ANYTHING she does is going to be scrutinzed. That scene while they were in the restaurant and Tami was dogging Kiesha out reminded me of high school-for real. I have been out of HS for at least 10 yrs. and those grown women took me back to the days when black female especially dog each other out. The constant lauging from the chick with NO NAME or personality didn't help. Tami is a leader and basically whatever she does, the other girls are going to follow behind her.
Thanks Miss Jia-http://missjia.com/
Keisha:
To be clear, upon meeting you, I asked you respectfully to discuss anything you had to say about me…WITH ME. I wasn’t confrontational nor was I argumentative. Of course that part was edited out of the show; however you, Royce and Kenya know what I said. When you spoke to Evelyn about me; it wasn’t what you said, but the fact that you said it. I don’t walk around with boxing gloves on and I don’t fight everyone I meet. I just feel you should’ve been a real woman and brought your concerns “directly” to me. I can assure you that if you had our dealings with each other might not be so rocky.
Do me a favor, don’t be such a liar and manipulator. I know you have friends in high “Executive Producer” places, but let’s keep this all the way real. When I met you, I approached you in a friendly manner and I did not have any issues with you what so ever. Everyone in this situation knows I was told you were Caucasian, so when I met you that is why I asked you. In that same conversation (which was edited out), upon hearing your answer, I said that I thought you were mixed but wasn’t sure of what it was – to be exact, my verbiage was, “I knew there was something else in you.” I wish you had been woman enough to ask me if I thought you were denying your “black” side and I would have cleared that right up for you. On the contrary, my saying that I thought you were mixed with something was in fact ACKNOWLEDGING that you may be of African American decent. I am a product of mixed heritage and identify myself as a black woman also. I NEVER said you weren’t “black” enough… that is a flat out lie! I would NEVER try to belittle someone for that and I don’t appreciate you implying that I would.
FYI- You know that I was joking when I made the comment “You can be in the building, but I don’t need your opinion.” In fact, you can hear me and Royce laughing in the scene. Don’t take yourself so seriously and think that I care that much because I don’t. On another note, I didn’t know you at the time nor was I familiar with your dance style, so I didn’t need your opinion.
The charity event was a nice event and I was happy to be invited for such a worthy cause. However, any concerns you had with our etiquette should have been addressed when you invited us and not at the venue. Once again, you didn’t deal with things that were bothering you, which is NOT a problem with us, but a serious problem with you. If you speak on things when they happen, then all parties are clear and you can have an open dialogue about them also known as “communication”…I’m just saying.
Jennifer:
I am proud of you and what you are doing with Lucid, but you know I wasn’t invited to your launch party. You also know that I will not attend an event that I’m not personally invited to. I don’t rely on or care what the producers of the show want to happen- simply if the person does not invite me, I do not attend. My manager Shauna attended because you sent her a text the night of the event. In case you have selective memory, we had a discussion about this at your apartment in Miami and you apologized for being too busy and didn’t remember to send out proper invitations. However, despite what you said at your apartment, I heard your real feelings on this episode…”Anyone who’s important is here” comment is truly how you felt, so maybe you didn’t forget to send invites and maybe you were being fake with your apology. At this point, I’m not sure of anything regarding my relationship with you. I simply want us all to remember to be truthful.
Kenya:
Kenya, I was offended by how you came to the meeting. I really didn’t think it was professional at all. However I do congratulate you on shooting your music video. No matter what people have to say about it, you did it. Getting it in the can is the hardest battle so kudos to you.
Evelyn:
Stop saying everybody is a cool chick LMAO!
Royce:
I thought that we were real friends, but I personally feel that your position on this is stepping over bounds. As a friend, I would expect you to have a neutral position and not try to defend a grown woman who doesn’t deserve it. You can be friends with both of us without voicing your opinion on the matter because truthfully you weren’t there to witness ANY of it firsthand. You are watching the edited version and basing your so-called “non bias” opinion on that OR you are taking Keisha’s version of what happened and coming at me sideways. There have been PLENTY of times when I haven’t agreed with things you have done or said and I addressed those things with you in private out of respect for you. I don’t bring my concerns to anyone but you and I definitely don’t discuss how I may feel about certain situations with the other girls. As far as they know, I have always had your back even when you were wrong.
Additionally, there have also been plenty of times when people have voiced their opinion of you around me. First thing I say, as your friend is, “Royce is my friend and I don’t want to get involved.” I would have appreciated you taking the same position. I choose not to get involved with things that don’t pertain to me out of loyalty to the people I call friends. I feel saddened that you couldn’t reciprocate.
We view “real” friendship differently and thus we may not be real friends…
Sidebar:
I am NOT a bully. People don’t understand that Keisha is NOT innocent in this matter and she does a great deal of lip boxing behind the scenes. I am not going to try and be respectful when I have been disrespected numerous times…off camera. If you are bold enough to talk behind my back, then you should be grown enough to handle the repercussions of your actions and words. The editors have done a wonderful job of putting my outbursts on the show but not showing the full chain of events. My outbursts are real, but they are also driven by something which is conveniently being edited out when it comes to Keisha. Wish I had an executive producer in my pocket…I’m just saying
My two cents-I was disappointed by how Tami "acted" on the show Monday. At the end of the day, she has a family to feed and in order to stay relivant on the show, she has to ACT her part. BUT with her already having such a strong personality is that ANYTHING she does is going to be scrutinzed. That scene while they were in the restaurant and Tami was dogging Kiesha out reminded me of high school-for real. I have been out of HS for at least 10 yrs. and those grown women took me back to the days when black female especially dog each other out. The constant lauging from the chick with NO NAME or personality didn't help. Tami is a leader and basically whatever she does, the other girls are going to follow behind her.
Thanks Miss Jia-http://missjia.com/
March 13, 2012
GREAT RUNDOWN OF THE "REAL" BASKETBALL WIVES OF MIAMI....SAME SHIT, DIFFFERENT DAY...THINGS MISS JIA
Last night’s episode of Basketball Wives was much of the same….
-Tami bullying a lil’ bit of everybody
-learning that the new cast members (Keisha & Kenya) don’t have much of a backbone
-a lot of people are afraid of Tami and her bullying
-Evelyn talks a lot of sh*t but never backs it up
-Kenya’s hair isn’t likely to get better in the next season
-When Shaunie spreads her nostrils, sh*t’s about to hit the fan
…and that’s that.
http://missjia.com/
GET YOUR HUSTLE ON YOUNG....
Shout out to all the people who used to sell candy back in Middle/Junior/High School......there is NOTHING wrong with getting your hustle (legally) on EARLY in life....
Entrepreneurs rule the world....
Entrepreneurs rule the world....
March 11, 2012
March 9, 2012
30 THINGS WE AS BLACK PEOPLE DO WHEN WE THINK NOBDOY IS WATCHING....
1. Play Jeezy, or any other ignorant music as loud as possible.
2. Dance. We love to dance. We like dancing alone, with someone, or even as a large group.
3. Sing. This lady at my job asked me if I could sing, I said, I can hold a note. That was a blatant lie. When I’m at home, I sing Marvin Gaye at the top of my lungs.
4. Watch Twerk Team videos. [Obligatory nod to all the Black men in the audience today.]
5. Eat fried chicken. I don’t know why we keep hiding this stuff from white people, they be knowing; The Colonel and Popeye are both white.
6. Google incoming numbers we don’t have in our phone.
7. Go on Twitter, Facebook or Gchat and talk about our coworkers. Unless you work with all Black people, you have to resort to these options on the low to get out your thoughts.
8. Talk about how racist white people are, and how they don’t get it.
9. Play Spades and Bid Whist. As a shorty, I had two telephone books, and a death threat on my head if I reneged.
10. Beat their kids like Zab Judah, something I don’t agree with. Also, Black parents have this thing called the Angry Whisper — it’s basically when your mother sends you death threats through her teeth.
11. Stare at white people’s butts – both men and women do this. Either they’re small or their big, either way we’re just wondering how it works.
12. Argue. We’re just a spirited bunch, we love each other.
13. Laugh. My coworkers will never see me laugh, can’t let them ever think I enjoy working for the Man.
14. Locate, identify, but never alert the authorities. Jamie: “There go the police.” Tyreke: “WHERE?!” Jamie: “You being mad obvious right now, don’t look.”
15. Talk funny. Trust me, that’s not our normal voice until we’re with our friends and the door is locked.
16. Throw away bills. Sallie can kiss my black… moving right along.
17. Make personal phone calls on our work phone. And get mad when a colleague has the audacity to interrupt us with actual work.
18. Make up new code words and slang to use with our friends. White people stole swag from us before we even got good at it.
19. Call their momma.
20. Put something unhealthy in our hair like pomade or a perm. I would like to say something about patting a weave or something, but according to sisters, “when your hair is itching, it’s itching, so we scratch whenever.”
21. Pretend like we’re playing a sport. For example, balling up a piece of paper, tossing it in the trash, yelling, “KOBE!” and then walking back to your desk.
22. Heat up some food from home and try to avoid questions. “That smells good, what is it?”
23. Make a subtle fashion statement, like twisting our visor at McDonald’s.
24. Hook up our friends with stuff from work.
25. Snap jokes on each other. We tease each other a lot, it’s to develop thick skin.
26. Grease up the body with cocoa butter or shea butter and go to bed.
27. Talk about what we “gonna” do.
28. Tell stories with one word. For example, “How was last night?” is responded to by saying, “Bawse…” or “son…”
29. White person sent this one in: “When I’m hanging around my [friends who are Black] they talk about people’s sex lives a lot.”
30. We call things that aren’t official, official. For example, “THE OFFICIAL WAKA FLOCKA CONCERT AFTERPARTY,” even though Waka will not be there.
2. Dance. We love to dance. We like dancing alone, with someone, or even as a large group.
3. Sing. This lady at my job asked me if I could sing, I said, I can hold a note. That was a blatant lie. When I’m at home, I sing Marvin Gaye at the top of my lungs.
4. Watch Twerk Team videos. [Obligatory nod to all the Black men in the audience today.]
5. Eat fried chicken. I don’t know why we keep hiding this stuff from white people, they be knowing; The Colonel and Popeye are both white.
6. Google incoming numbers we don’t have in our phone.
7. Go on Twitter, Facebook or Gchat and talk about our coworkers. Unless you work with all Black people, you have to resort to these options on the low to get out your thoughts.
8. Talk about how racist white people are, and how they don’t get it.
9. Play Spades and Bid Whist. As a shorty, I had two telephone books, and a death threat on my head if I reneged.
10. Beat their kids like Zab Judah, something I don’t agree with. Also, Black parents have this thing called the Angry Whisper — it’s basically when your mother sends you death threats through her teeth.
11. Stare at white people’s butts – both men and women do this. Either they’re small or their big, either way we’re just wondering how it works.
12. Argue. We’re just a spirited bunch, we love each other.
13. Laugh. My coworkers will never see me laugh, can’t let them ever think I enjoy working for the Man.
14. Locate, identify, but never alert the authorities. Jamie: “There go the police.” Tyreke: “WHERE?!” Jamie: “You being mad obvious right now, don’t look.”
15. Talk funny. Trust me, that’s not our normal voice until we’re with our friends and the door is locked.
16. Throw away bills. Sallie can kiss my black… moving right along.
17. Make personal phone calls on our work phone. And get mad when a colleague has the audacity to interrupt us with actual work.
18. Make up new code words and slang to use with our friends. White people stole swag from us before we even got good at it.
19. Call their momma.
20. Put something unhealthy in our hair like pomade or a perm. I would like to say something about patting a weave or something, but according to sisters, “when your hair is itching, it’s itching, so we scratch whenever.”
21. Pretend like we’re playing a sport. For example, balling up a piece of paper, tossing it in the trash, yelling, “KOBE!” and then walking back to your desk.
22. Heat up some food from home and try to avoid questions. “That smells good, what is it?”
23. Make a subtle fashion statement, like twisting our visor at McDonald’s.
24. Hook up our friends with stuff from work.
25. Snap jokes on each other. We tease each other a lot, it’s to develop thick skin.
26. Grease up the body with cocoa butter or shea butter and go to bed.
27. Talk about what we “gonna” do.
28. Tell stories with one word. For example, “How was last night?” is responded to by saying, “Bawse…” or “son…”
29. White person sent this one in: “When I’m hanging around my [friends who are Black] they talk about people’s sex lives a lot.”
30. We call things that aren’t official, official. For example, “THE OFFICIAL WAKA FLOCKA CONCERT AFTERPARTY,” even though Waka will not be there.
THE FOUR AGREEMENTS...RE-POST
1.Be impeccable with your word.
2.Don’t take anything personally.
3.Don’t make assumptions.
4.Always do your best.
2.Don’t take anything personally.
3.Don’t make assumptions.
4.Always do your best.
THE PAN AM BLACKBIRDS....PROOF WE HAVE BEEN TRAVELING FOR YEARS...
On February 22nd, New York Parlouristas and style lovers will have the chance to relive the golden-era of travel when the Maysles Institute hosts a discussion featuring the Pan Am Black Birds, the African-American flight attendants of the famed airline which was not only known for the beauty of the staff, but the brains and personality of the select women. Fans of the surprise hit ABC tv series Pan Am can already transport themselves to the time when air-travel was for when only the lucky ones who could afford it, and when they could—were treated to a level of luxury service only found in the most prestigious of first-class cabins today.
In the 60s and 70s, Pan Am was one of the largest airlines in the world and known for their impeccable service, exotic destinations and their famed attendants, who underwent a rigorous yet rewarding selection process. In exchange for being the pretty faces of the airline and providing top-nothc service, Pan Am World Airways attendants were given the opportunity to see the world and often concluded their careers multi-lingual and with a global perspective that also influenced the status of women during that time. Since air-travel was only affordable to some, a woman who traveled as much as the women of Pan Am was a rarity—and a black woman who did was virtually unheard of.
Travel and history lovers should enjoy this discussion that features seven original African-American Pan Am Stewardesses and one former pilot.
March 8, 2012
GET INTO THE LYRICS.....CLASSIC....
I'm just a bachelor
I'm looking for a partner
Someone who knows how to ride
Without even falling off
Gotta be compatable
Takes me to my limits
Girl when I break you off
I promise that you won't want to get off
If you're horny, let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddle's waiting
Come and jump on it
If you're horny, let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddles waiting
Come and jump on it
Sitting here flossing
Peepin' your steelo
Just once if I have the chance
The things I would do to you
You and your body
Every single portion
Send chills up and down your spine
Juice flowing down your thigh
If you're horny, let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddle's waiting
Come and jump on it
If you're horny, let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddles waiting
Come and jump on it
If we're gonna get nasty baby
First we'll show and tell
Till' I reach your pony tail, oh
Lurk all over and through you baby
Until we reach the stream
You'll be on my jockey team, oh
If you're horny, let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddle's waiting
Come and jump on it
If you're horny, let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddles waiting
Come and jump on it
If you're horny, let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddle's waiting
Come and jump on it
If you're horny, let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddles waiting
Come and jump on it
If you're horny lets do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddle's waiting
Come and jump on it
I'm looking for a partner
Someone who knows how to ride
Without even falling off
Gotta be compatable
Takes me to my limits
Girl when I break you off
I promise that you won't want to get off
If you're horny, let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddle's waiting
Come and jump on it
If you're horny, let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddles waiting
Come and jump on it
Sitting here flossing
Peepin' your steelo
Just once if I have the chance
The things I would do to you
You and your body
Every single portion
Send chills up and down your spine
Juice flowing down your thigh
If you're horny, let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddle's waiting
Come and jump on it
If you're horny, let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddles waiting
Come and jump on it
If we're gonna get nasty baby
First we'll show and tell
Till' I reach your pony tail, oh
Lurk all over and through you baby
Until we reach the stream
You'll be on my jockey team, oh
If you're horny, let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddle's waiting
Come and jump on it
If you're horny, let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddles waiting
Come and jump on it
If you're horny, let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddle's waiting
Come and jump on it
If you're horny, let's do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddles waiting
Come and jump on it
If you're horny lets do it
Ride it, my pony
My saddle's waiting
Come and jump on it
March 7, 2012
EVEN IN HER DEATH, SHE TAKES CARE OF THE ONE SHE LOVED MOST....
ATLANTA — Whitney Houston left everything to her 19-year-old daughter, Bobbi Kristina.
The pop superstar's will doesn't mention specific assets, but leaves all of her furnishings, clothing, personal effects, jewelry and cars to her surviving children. Bobbi Kristina was her only child.
Inside Edition first reported the will, filed in Atlanta, on Wednesday.
Houston's money will be put in a trust. Bobbi Kristina will get part of it upon turning 21, more of the money at age 25 and the balance at age 30. Houston's trustees can give her money from the trust for various purposes, including tuition, to buy a home and to start a business.
The will was signed on Feb. 3, 1993, about a month before Houston gave birth to her daughter. The 48-year-old died Feb. 11 in California.
YOU'ARE GOING TO BREAK A HEART ONE DAY....
No one ever tells you that about love. Folk say, “Protect yourself, protect your heart, be careful, don’t get hurt.” And that’s all fine, necessary even, but someone needs to teach the kids how to deal with the pain they will one day cause.
This isn’t about men or women. This is about heartbreakers, and the people who are courageous enough to fill a role they never intended to play. No one signs up to get their heart broken, but no one understands, the sign-up sheet to break someone’s heart is nameless too. And it’s difficult for the victim to get that you too never saw it coming, and even when you did, you did your best to look the other way and keep pushing forward.
You said, “I love you” and you meant it, to your detriment. Because you still mean it now, but you’re about to follow those words up with some more words that will break their heart and now, your love is forever shady. Nothing is more crushing than someone you love saying you don’t. So you stay, and you say “I love you” again, and again, because “I love you” is easier to say than “I can’t love you anymore.”
You become so afraid of being the bad guy, you choose to do good for someone else over what is good for yourself. The sign says it is time to go, and yet, you stay because you don’t want to miss them. But knowing you’re going to miss someone is no reason to stay with them. You have to go while it is still voluntary to do so, because the path you’re on is leading you to being forced out.
One day, you’re going to be on the receiving end of some pain, and you will internalize it so deeply, doctors will see it in your ex-ray. You will never forget what it feels like, long after you can’t feel it anymore and it will stay with you like a bad tattoo purchased on your drunkest night.
What’s sick is, you’re going to administer the same type of pain to someone else one day. Imagine that? In your right mind, you would never wish such a thing on anyone else, but when you’re in love, all bets are off. You have to go into the relationship with no fear of losing. That doesn’t mean you think you’re not going to lose, it just means you’re not afraid to do so. It’s not that forever isn’t a reality, it’s just that never is also a reality, and the day you decided to be with this person is the day you said you would be willing to accept either outcome.
And this is going to hurt you, but know your role. You were the heart breaker, this was your fault, so the damage you caused, as much as it caused you, keep it to yourself. No one cares how you’re doing and no one feels sorry for you.
Should you decide to ever change your mind, and ask the person whose heart you broke to come back into your life, realize, they trust you less than they did before. They live in fear you will do what you did again, and this will frustrate you because as sure as you wanted to leave, you were even more sure when you asked to come back. So they take you, with reservation, accept it. You did not cheat, you did not lie, but you did break their heart with honesty, and so for a long while, they will remain afraid of your truth coming to surface again. They’re afraid you will wake up one day and blindside them once again with the astonishing fact that you don’t know what you want.
But deal with it all.
Understand in the wake of making someone feel bad, you are not necessarily a bad person. You can do this with class, you can do this with dignity, you can do this with respect, but above all else, remember, you can do this. That last fact is the most important. It takes courage, it takes guts, and as ironic as it may sound, it takes heart. It is not easy to do the right thing when someone says you’re wrong, but don’t mistake right and wrong with fact and fiction. Fact: You can’t go on anymore. Fiction: You can keep going.
No one tells you for every heart you break, a piece of yours must be sacrificed as well, but that’s what it is. You’re going to break a heart one day, and you will find, it feels no different than getting your heart broken.
If you call
don’t be frustrated at me
just leave your heart at the beep
cause mine is harder to reach
cause mine is harder to see.
http://untiligetmarried.com/2012/03/07/youre-going-to-break-a-heart-one-day/
This isn’t about men or women. This is about heartbreakers, and the people who are courageous enough to fill a role they never intended to play. No one signs up to get their heart broken, but no one understands, the sign-up sheet to break someone’s heart is nameless too. And it’s difficult for the victim to get that you too never saw it coming, and even when you did, you did your best to look the other way and keep pushing forward.
You said, “I love you” and you meant it, to your detriment. Because you still mean it now, but you’re about to follow those words up with some more words that will break their heart and now, your love is forever shady. Nothing is more crushing than someone you love saying you don’t. So you stay, and you say “I love you” again, and again, because “I love you” is easier to say than “I can’t love you anymore.”
You become so afraid of being the bad guy, you choose to do good for someone else over what is good for yourself. The sign says it is time to go, and yet, you stay because you don’t want to miss them. But knowing you’re going to miss someone is no reason to stay with them. You have to go while it is still voluntary to do so, because the path you’re on is leading you to being forced out.
One day, you’re going to be on the receiving end of some pain, and you will internalize it so deeply, doctors will see it in your ex-ray. You will never forget what it feels like, long after you can’t feel it anymore and it will stay with you like a bad tattoo purchased on your drunkest night.
What’s sick is, you’re going to administer the same type of pain to someone else one day. Imagine that? In your right mind, you would never wish such a thing on anyone else, but when you’re in love, all bets are off. You have to go into the relationship with no fear of losing. That doesn’t mean you think you’re not going to lose, it just means you’re not afraid to do so. It’s not that forever isn’t a reality, it’s just that never is also a reality, and the day you decided to be with this person is the day you said you would be willing to accept either outcome.
And this is going to hurt you, but know your role. You were the heart breaker, this was your fault, so the damage you caused, as much as it caused you, keep it to yourself. No one cares how you’re doing and no one feels sorry for you.
Should you decide to ever change your mind, and ask the person whose heart you broke to come back into your life, realize, they trust you less than they did before. They live in fear you will do what you did again, and this will frustrate you because as sure as you wanted to leave, you were even more sure when you asked to come back. So they take you, with reservation, accept it. You did not cheat, you did not lie, but you did break their heart with honesty, and so for a long while, they will remain afraid of your truth coming to surface again. They’re afraid you will wake up one day and blindside them once again with the astonishing fact that you don’t know what you want.
But deal with it all.
Understand in the wake of making someone feel bad, you are not necessarily a bad person. You can do this with class, you can do this with dignity, you can do this with respect, but above all else, remember, you can do this. That last fact is the most important. It takes courage, it takes guts, and as ironic as it may sound, it takes heart. It is not easy to do the right thing when someone says you’re wrong, but don’t mistake right and wrong with fact and fiction. Fact: You can’t go on anymore. Fiction: You can keep going.
No one tells you for every heart you break, a piece of yours must be sacrificed as well, but that’s what it is. You’re going to break a heart one day, and you will find, it feels no different than getting your heart broken.
If you call
don’t be frustrated at me
just leave your heart at the beep
cause mine is harder to reach
cause mine is harder to see.
http://untiligetmarried.com/2012/03/07/youre-going-to-break-a-heart-one-day/
March 6, 2012
EXTREME THROWBACK...SHOUT OUT TO THE CLASS OF 1999
Every time I look at you
There's so many thing that I want to do
I promise you when I'm ready
I'm gonna spend my whole life with you
What is love is it steady
'Cause I don't know what to do
Tell me girl if you're ready
To do what we came to do
One day we could be together
'Cause you know that I want to be down, baby
But right now we can all forget it
You know I got's to get around
I don't have much money, I can't buy a diamond ring
I'm not tryin' to be funny, but it's only a sexual thing
Can you get wit it
It's like that
It's only a sexual thing
Can you get wit it
It's like that
You're gonna love the joy I bring
Please forgive me cause I don't ever want rush you
I might sound a little hasty
But let's do what we came to do
You know that time is really precious
And you wasted a lot of mine
I'm gonna have 2 keep on movin'
If you can't make up your mind
One day we could be together
'Cause you know that I want to be down
But right now we can all forget it
'Cause you know I gots to get around
There's so many thing that I want to do
I promise you when I'm ready
I'm gonna spend my whole life with you
What is love is it steady
'Cause I don't know what to do
Tell me girl if you're ready
To do what we came to do
One day we could be together
'Cause you know that I want to be down, baby
But right now we can all forget it
You know I got's to get around
I don't have much money, I can't buy a diamond ring
I'm not tryin' to be funny, but it's only a sexual thing
Can you get wit it
It's like that
It's only a sexual thing
Can you get wit it
It's like that
You're gonna love the joy I bring
Please forgive me cause I don't ever want rush you
I might sound a little hasty
But let's do what we came to do
You know that time is really precious
And you wasted a lot of mine
I'm gonna have 2 keep on movin'
If you can't make up your mind
One day we could be together
'Cause you know that I want to be down
But right now we can all forget it
'Cause you know I gots to get around
PRINCE HARRY BEATS USAIN BOLT....NO SHIT....
Britain’s Prince William raced Jamaican track star Usain Bolt in the 100 yard dash — and beat him! But it was all in fun: Bolt was only running at 25% of his maximum speed. Prince Harry left Usain Bolt in his wake as he crossed the finish line at the Usain Bolt Track at the University of the West Indies in Kingston, Jamaica today.
Before the Royal foot race began, the two men stretched together on the track. Prince Harry is in Jamaica as part of a Diamond Jubilee Tour, representing Queen Elizabeth II, including Belize, the Bahamas, Jamaica and Brazil.
The West Indian island of Jamaica gained its independence from London, England in 1962. But Jamaican currency still features prominent images of Queen Elizabeth on every bill.
SANDRAROSE.COM
NOTHING ELSE NEEDS TO BE SAID....
Remember how u did it? Remember how u fit it?
If u still wanna kiss it come, come, come and get it.
Sweeter than a rice cake, cake worth sippin'
... Kill it, tip it
cake, fill it
If ur sexy and u know it, and u ain't afraid to show it
Put a candle on my motherfuckin' back and baby blow it.
If u still wanna kiss it come, come, come and get it.
Sweeter than a rice cake, cake worth sippin'
... Kill it, tip it
cake, fill it
If ur sexy and u know it, and u ain't afraid to show it
Put a candle on my motherfuckin' back and baby blow it.
March 5, 2012
POLITICAL OPINIONS....FROM MR. M ROGERS....
There is a new Republican presidential candidate commercial that just starting running in Georgia. The opening line is “Can we risk four more years of Obama?” I am wondering the same thing. Do we really want:
· A President for ALL people. Not just one for those who shares his exact views.
· A President who is improving the economy.
· A President who saved and resurrected (to #1) the auto industry.
· A President who ended two major wars started by his predecessor.
· A President who got rid of Osama Bin Laden and Moammar Gadhafi.
· A President who wants to see everyone be able to obtain affordable health care.
· A President who knows the only way to remain a super power is to focus on higher education.
· A president that actually follows the Constitution, not adjust it for the crowd his talking to.
How dare Mr. Obama think we want those characteristics in a President? We want a president that is a fear monger, who tells us that our best days are behind us and Muslims are taking over.
· A President for ALL people. Not just one for those who shares his exact views.
· A President who is improving the economy.
· A President who saved and resurrected (to #1) the auto industry.
· A President who ended two major wars started by his predecessor.
· A President who got rid of Osama Bin Laden and Moammar Gadhafi.
· A President who wants to see everyone be able to obtain affordable health care.
· A President who knows the only way to remain a super power is to focus on higher education.
· A president that actually follows the Constitution, not adjust it for the crowd his talking to.
How dare Mr. Obama think we want those characteristics in a President? We want a president that is a fear monger, who tells us that our best days are behind us and Muslims are taking over.
March 4, 2012
EXPECTATIONS...
SHOULD WE LOWER OUR EXPECTATIONS IN ORDER TO LOWER OUR DISAPPOINTMENTS IN OTHERS OR INCREASE OUR LEVEL OF DISAPPOINTMENT UNDERSTANDING THAT WITH HIGH EXPECTATIONS, WILL WILL ALWAYS BE DISAPPOINTMENT IN OTHERS ACTIONS?
March 1, 2012
LIFE LESSON 81....
With me what you see is what you get!! Realizing that the person you thought you knew on the outside was something completely different on the inside is devastating. The title of friend is thrown around way to loosely nowadays....I'm not guilty of that though. I never say someone is my friend...I say I'm their friend because I can't speak for someone else. With that being said, people shouldn't feel obligated to give me that title if they don't mean it.
Thank Kya
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