12 turns into 16.
Tell me about a time where a white child was killed and black people made a hashtag mocking their death, a Halloween costume mocking their death, or a celebration of their death in any way shape or from. NEVER!!
Black pride has never been about hating white people, but white supremacy has always been about hating black people.
Haven’t they always been?
She giggle, sayin “I’m smokin on home-grown”
Then I heard her moan, “honey I’m home!”
Yep, tote chrome for situations like this
I’m up in his broad I know he won’t like this
Now I’m like bitch you better talk to him
Before this fifth put a spark to him
Fuck around shit get dark to him, put a part through him
Lose a major part to him, arm, leg"
On Saturday, Nerd Boo and I had the pleasure of visiting Houston Museum of African American Culture. When we arrived, I noticed that the Kinsey Collection was the featured exhibit at the museum. I remembered when that same exhibit was here in Baltimore at the Reginald F. Lewis Museum but I wasn’t able to visit it until this past weekend.
On the lower level of the HMAAC, there were pieces that documented the very beginnings of African-Americans in this country (an early marriage record and baptismal record showed this) all the way up to Reconstruction after the Civil War. There was a diagram of a slave ship and just seeing how our ancestors were stacked and it showed why some of them drowned rather than be dragged to another country against their will. Other Kinsey Collection pieces included documents such as a slave trade insurance schedule from the Albemarle Insurance Company and an census record in which black slaves were considered 3 fifths of a person in comparison to the white males. That still had me stunned that my ancestors were consider to be 60% of a person. Also on display where the very first editions of Solomon Northup’s Twelve Years A Slave and Phillis Wheatley’s Poems on Various Subjects, Religious and Moral.
On the second level, we were greeted by painting of Paul Robeson’s The Song of Freedom. There were many different types of paints (oil, abstract, realism, etc) and I came across a painting by William Sylvester Carter called “The Gambler“, that really captured my attention with the detail and shapes.
The Kinsey Collection has been touring since 2007 (and its final stop is The Houston Museum of African American Culture). The collections details African American history over 400 years and there’s a lot you can learn just from experiencing it. It shows that how we’re treated in the past and during our present time has similar parallels. I’m glad that we took the time out to see this exhibit and learn more information about our ancestors.
Michael Brown was laid to rest today. After two weeks of protests, autopsies and much unrest, Michael Brown who was only 18 was finally laid to rest today. I can’t bear to think what Brown’s family could be going through during this time. It just makes me realize even more why my mother is so concerned for my safety these days. Just seems like a bad nightmare and open season on blacks in general.
What really set things off today was an article by The New York Times writer John Eligon in which he paints Michael Brown as not being an angel.
As a boy, Michael was a handful. When his parents put up a security gate, he would try to climb it. When they left out pens and pencils, he would use them to write on the wall. He used to tap on the ground, so his parents got him a drum set; his father played the drums. He grew into a reserved young man around people he did not know, but joking and outgoing with those close to him.
Now the fact was that no one was claiming that Michael Brown was an angel. What Brown’s family and the world wanted to know was how to do you fire upon an unarmed man so many times and why is that police officer murderer still free? Throughout the article, Eligon gives examples of where Brown’s troubled side came into play. Again, what did those examples have to do with Brown being shot down in the middle of the street? It seemed as if from the start, Brown flaws were pointed out and put on display. But then when the murderer’s name was released, everyone wants the facts before judgement. He (the murderer) was dead wrong for his actions and fuck everyone taking up for him.
There are plenty of us walking this earth that had our bad times and were rough around the edges but does that mean we deserve to die? When someone that’s white passes away, the media and society tries to spin things in the deceased favor. It’s not fair at all and it’s a shame that it takes the publicized death of black males to bring light of the biased ways of the media and society.