- Student-Loan Debt.
- Psychopathologizing and Medicating Noncompliance.
- Schools That Educate for Compliance and Not for Democracy.
- “No Child Left Behind” and “Race to the Top.”
- Shaming Young People Who Take Education—But Not Their Schooling—Seriously.
- The Normalization of Surveillance.
- Fundamentalist Religion and Fundamentalist Consumerism.
You want the truth? You can’t handle the truth. ‘Cause they tryin’ to control y’all motherfuckers with branding, with marketing, with media… they trying to make y’all feel like you less than y’all selves. When I say I am a God, it’s because God is inside of all of us. And while y’all on the way to work in the morning, I want y’all to say ‘I am a God.’ That’s why I worded that shit first person. I ain’t go not God complex. I know He the most high. But I know that I can talk to my God, and I know that everything is possible through prayer.
museumofmodernerotica asked: Maybe this is a crazy question, but how did Europeans know what Africans looked like? I know that some of the paintings here are of North Africans/Middle Easterners, but others clearly depict people born south of the Sahara. I've heard of Prester John but I never imagined that medieval Europeans were aware that Prester John would have had brown skin. Am I missing something?
Like. There are a lot of things I could say here. But I’m just going to do my best to answer your question, and the answer is either very simple or very complicated, depending on your current point of view.
1. “They” knew what people with brown skin looked like because people with brown skin had been there literally THE ENTIRE TIME. Some (and father back, ALL) of “them” had brown skin themselves.
2. “People with Brown Skin” and “Europeans” are not separate and mutually exclusive groups.
3. No matter how far back you go, the mythical time that you’re looking for, when all-white, racially and culturally isolated Europe was “real”, will continue to recede from your grasp until it winkles out the like imaginary place it is.
We can just keep going back. In every area, from all walks of life, rich and poor, kings and peasants, artists and iconoclasts, before there were countries and continents, before there were white people.
The time when “EVERYONE” in Europe was White does not exist. They knew what people with brown skin looked like because they were there. They knew what “Africans” looked like because they were there, and they weren’t “they”, they were us, or you. I think what you’re missing is something that never existed.
I respect Hip-Hop as an art form and consider many of its artists some of my close friends. But I believe the art form owes an obligation of authenticity. You cannot go out and say you sold cocaine at Kilo to Metric ton scale and be so detached from the experience. If you do, you have an obligation to the youth to tell them the truth and not lie about the facts of your circumstance to try to further validate the mistruth.
I decided to wait a day before sharing this…
Why is it that any time someone dies of natural causes in their later years (70+), it’s a “tragedy”, a “devastating” loss or a “sad day”?
Nelson Mandela spent 27 years of his life in hell for other people. Before and after his prison stint, he exemplified peace and love, as much as any human can. He was the definition of ‘started from the bottom, now we here’. He used his prison AND presidential platforms to attempt to liberate an ENTIRE CONTINENT, as well as elevate Africa in the international public consciousness. He enjoyed immeasurable levels of success and strife, emotions ranging on both extremes of the spectrum. HE LIVED HIS LIFE, FOR 95 YEARS.
Now… why is it that in instances such as this, that you are left frustrated? Are you that selfish and lazy? What is the benefit of keeping this guy (or for you, it may be a relative or friend) around? As a figurehead? A reminder of what was? To suffer and endure inevitable health complications so YOU can feel better and more comfortable? I really want to know why!
I say this all the time, and I’ll say it again: DEATH is one of the few constants in life. For any living being that maxes out their life before they die, whether in years, in actions or both, they are not to be mourned. It is not tragic, it is not devastating. Sad, maybe, depending on the circumstance and your connection to the person… but in the case of Mandiba, none of y’all should be sad; y’all were just laughing at Sharkeisha yesterday.
Their transition to the afterlife should be CELEBRATED. Their life should be admired as the completion of an artist’s masterful mosaic, and serve as inspiration to begin your own work of art, carrying on the legacy. But instead, in this social media day and age, folks just bounce with the trends and have no sense of what their emotions really are. To act like this event really hurt some of y’all is a lie (key word: some).
Slightly off-topic, but I’ll close by saying endeavor to create a legacy of your own.