Women Unbound Meme

November 19, 2009

I was making one of my semi-regular trips through the blogosphere when I came across the Women Unbound challenge at Black-Eyed Susan’s blog. As a womanist, the idea of women unbound is, of course, intriguing. So I visited the source website

: Women Unbound and once I read about it, I decided to participate at the suffragette level. Here are my answers to the posted questions:

What does feminism mean to you? Does it have to do with the work sphere? The social sphere? How you dress? How you act?

Feminism means, to me, the white woman’s struggle to have all the legal rights and prerogatives of white men in society.

2. Do you consider yourself a feminist? Why or why not?

To quote Alice Walker: “Womanist is to feminist as purple is to lavender.” I like lavender but I love purple.

3. What do you consider the biggest obstacle women face in the world today? Has that obstacle changed over time, or does it basically remain the same?

Society isn’t structured as if there is just one monolith called woman (or women). What’s the biggest obstacle for some women might not be biggest obstacle for other. So I can’t answer this particular question.

Dirty Words

September 19, 2009

Don’t hyperventilate, Tichaona. That’s all I kept telling myself. Don’t hyperventilate. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I started muttering to myself. As the rage began to constrict my vision, I told myself “leave, Tichaona…leave this auditorium, this space where they are attempting to indoctrinate my child. So I did and I went straight to the school secretary to find out what I needed to do to stop my son from participating in the pledge of allegiance. “You don’t want your son pledging allegiance to the country of his birth?” Don’t hyperventilate, Tichaona. Is she really saying such a thing? I could only stare at her for a minute. Then I asked her (trying to rein in my shaky voice) is it your job to ask me that or is it your job to help me find a way to solve it? Then she got down to business and gave me the information I sought.

This happened on a Friday. All weekend I thought about what to do. I vacillated between pulling him out of the Friday assembly altogether and letting him continue without saying anything. Not saying anything further about the matter left me feeling like a collaborator. Then the mother in me acknowledged he’s only five and won’t understand being separated from the rest of the class…and the rest of the class won’t understand him being separated. All the mental furor brought to mind my conundrum when I became a citizen. So I decided to have my child participate…but say his own pledge…one that’s directed inward instead of externally.

I talked to him about pledges and how they are promises to someone or some thing. I told him his pledge should be “I promise myself I will learn how to read”. I say it with him everyday. Let him get indoctrinated by that!

Situation resolved but it did remind me of a poem by Shakur Towns

Dirty Words

Kids say the damnedest things…
Like the time
one of my babies said
“shit”
at the dinner table
or
the time
my baby girl said
“booty”
in front of my mother.
Where do they get this stuff from?
I try to watch
what they
watch
and listen to
what they
listen to,
and we are all
careful
of what WE say…
but still
they come up with some doozies…

My four year old
stopped me dead
in my tracks.
She said something that I will
never
forget.
And she smiled
and said it over
and
over
again.
My heart stopped
my breathing got shallow.
She smiled
like she was PROUD
of herself.
I think
that’s what hurt
most of all.
She smiled like she was
PROUD.
I grabbed her
and all I could do
was just
hold her
tight
against me.
A tear ran down my face
as she kept reciting
like some insane mantra,

“I pledge allegiance to the flag…”

It’s morning in America again, and this time a hung over morning. The left, and most of all the black left, is only beginning to rouse itself from the Obamaland stupor and stumble out into daylight. The president after all, is not necessarily an ally in the fight to deliver health care, or education, or halt privatizations, bankruptcies, foreclosures or unjust wars, or most of the other things that need delivering or need stopping. Now progressives and the wide awake are beginning to leave Obamaland1 in droves, abandoning the automatic stance that the president is an ally in the struggle for peace abroad and justice at home.

Leaving Obamaland photo

On Nov. 4, 2008, I was one of a small number of people who didn’t give Obama the benefit of the doubt. No, I didn’t vote for McCain. Nor was I a disgruntled supporter of Mrs. Clinton. I voted for Cynthia McKinney. I had countless debates with my online community about my support for McKinney and my attempt to pull a Harriet Tubman and free the inhabitants of Obamaland. The basic political line of most of the folks I debated was that McKinney has no chance of winning. But you know what? I knew that she didn’t have a chance of winning. I’m sure the candidate herself knew that she didn’t have any chance of winning. The more I debated the more I became convinced of my position. The thing that concerned me was what would happen when black people get disillusioned? It’s not as if they/we can turn to the Republican. And even though I voted for McKinney as the Green Party candidate, I’m not convinced we can turn to the Green Party. I was telling this to a friend of mine who won’t try and tar and feather me for being anti-Democratic/Republican Party (regardless of the color of the candidate/office holder). She said that the disillusionment would be a positive development in the political growth of the black community. I have to agree with her take.

The only viable place to go (for those who are genuine) after defecting from Obamaland (and consequently the Democratic Party) is down the avenue of self-determination. It’s time for a black political party with black political objectives running its nerve center. Or should I say it’s time again for a black political party with black political objectives controlling its nerve center?

authentic art visions: Liberated Muse Kicks Off “How I Freed My Soul”: An Interview with Khadijah Ali Coleman!

Love. Sickness. Travel. A one-night stand. Speaking up. Losing a job. Breaking up. Khadijah Ali-Coleman has edited an eclectic assortment of work that is sure to inspire, revive and enthrall readers on the very idea of how to free one’s soul. Containing personal essays, poetry, short stories and visual art, this compilation stretches boundaries as one contemplates the very idea of freedom while presenting, and often challenging, the concept of the soul.

This book anthology is the featured book of the 2009 Capital Hip Hop Soul Fest, an annual festival held in Washington DC.

Contributing writers include: Tichaona Chinyelu, Nabina Das, Venus Jones, Farah Lawal, Omar Akbar, Anthony Spires, Amy Blondell, DJ Gaskin, Summayah Talibah, Maureen Mulima, Randy Gross, Margaux Delotte-Bennett, Serena Wills, and other notables.

Visual art work by Turtel Onli, Marshetta Davis, Shan’ta Monroe and more.

Foreword by author Ananda Leeke.
Cover Art by Sharon Burton.

Referencing Chapter V: Could Egyptian Civilization Be of Asian Origin?

I just finished reading Chapter V: Could Egyptian Civilization Be of Asian Origin. In this blog, I’m going to focus on the Tower of Babel in ancient Babylon. The reason for this is because it provides a clear case of the depth of the lies of western civilization.

The Tower of Babel by Pieter Brueghel the Elder (1563)

 This is what the Bible (King James Version) states about the Tower of Babel:

And the whole earth was of one language, and of one speech. And it came to pass, as they journeyed from the east, that they found a plain in the land of Shinar; and they dwelt there. And they said one to another, Go to, let us make brick, and burn them thoroughly. And they had brick for stone, and slime had they for mortar. 4 And they said, Go to, let us build us a city and a tower, whose top may reach unto heaven; and let us make us a name, lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth. And the Lord came down to see the city and the tower, which the children built. And the Lord said, Behold, the people is one, and they have all one language; and this they begin to do; and now nothing will be restrained from them, which they have imagined to do.  Go to, let us go down, and there confound their language, that they may not understand one another’s speech.  So the Lord scattered them abroad from thence upon the face of all the earth: and they left off to build the city.  Therefore is the name of it called Babel; because the Lord did there confound the language of all the earth: and from thence did the Lord scatter them abroad upon the face of all the earth.

 

 

I read this and immediately have a ton of questions/thoughts. The fact that an astronomical observatory is considered an affront to god suggests to me that the people who wrote the above subjects of that god had no need of knowledge of the stars and couldn’t understand the need for such knowledge as anything other than people interesting only in “making a name”. Evidently they didn’t need the stars to guide goats and sheep from one watering hole to another.

Now, regarding this matter of “one language” and “one speech”, that certainly does sound idyllic on the surface. It sure would be nice if I spoke the same language as someone from China. We could communicate as if we were from the same place and thereby liquidate any spice-of-life cultural differences.   Sounds like something that the English only advocates would praise. Doesn’t their god work on their behalf in slaughtering the different just the Hebrew’s god?

 

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