Saturday, July 4, 2009
they don't really care about us
i have a friend that admonishes me to stick with the micro. it has been my position and continues to be that the micro and the macro are connected and very much related. life seems to me, to be a collage of sorts. every little seemingly unrelated detail serves its intricate purpose in the bigger picture.
in truth, prior to his death, i had long ceased to give any thought to Michael Jackson. in fact, i found him to be an embarressment. his appearance was grotesque. i found it very difficult to look at him. this, despite, thinking him very handsome back when he still had the features and hue of a black man.
his obsession with whiteness bothered me more than i liked his music. his marriages struck me as typical. his wanting children that possessed nothing of him...well...that was extreme and further served as proof of his obsession with whiteness. it wasn't really typical though. i would describe it as bizarrely sick and truly self-hating. (i don't think that non bw that hate bw are necessarily "self-hating", but that's a whole other post.)
somewhere i read that Michael only wanted to do ten shows for his" this is it" tour. that he felt pressured to do the tours because his advisors warned him that he was insolvent. that he even shared with fans his anger by the fifty shows that were expected of him, shortly before he died. as i read, all i could think was, "dance negro! dance!".
which brings me to my favorite Michael Jackson song.
"they don't really care about us"
unfortunately, i cannot find the original lyrics. i remember them though. i remember this song and the controversy that surrounded it. you know, it is funny, i can remember certain times and events that i knew as i witnessed them that the person(s) involved would shortly be having a very different experience. lol! like when Arsenio Hall sat there talking to Minister Farrakhan on his show, nodding in agreement (gasp) and when Michael Jackson sang about "jew me, screw me" and "jew me, sue me". if you listen closely, it seems that this version still holds some of the original lyrics where MJ sings about "kick me, kike me". i take it he was VERY angry with a few jews during this time.
i remember his apology, his re-writing the lyrics, and re-shooting the video. not too long after that i remember the child molestation accusations first beginning to surface. it does not pay to offend the jews. this fact may explain why no prominent powerful one speaks against the terrorism and human rights violations that israel perpetuates against the palestinians on the regular. anyhoo, back to Michael Jackson...
i feel tremendously sad for Michael Jackson's mother and family. i pray that Michael Jackson will now know peace.
on a different note, if lyrics can be changed despite artistic expression and freedom of speech when it offends the jews; it is difficult to pretend that the offense and disrespect heaped on black women, in the name of entertainment is anything other than deliberate and with the purpose of destroying us.
self love~self acceptance~self respect
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
do something! these folks need our support...

Last night, Israeli Occupation Forces attacked and boarded the Free Gaza Movement boat, the SPIRIT OF HUMANITY, abducting 21 human rights workers from 11 countries, including Noble laureate Mairead Maguire and former U.S. Congresswoman Cynthia McKinney. The passengers and crew are being forcibly dragged toward Israel.
In New York City, join us tomorrow, Wednesday July 1, from 4 - 6 pm at the Israeli Mission (43rd St. & 2nd Ave.)
The New York Times 212-556-5272; Los Angeles Times 800-252-9141; Boston Herald 617-426-3000; Chicago Tribune 800-874-2863; and please call your local newspaper, radio station, or television news program.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
call it what it is...please
quite a few bloggers have posted this video. i have seen and heard it discussed in the news. i have heard it described a lot of ways. yet, i still have a question...
...why do folks have such a hard time calling it what it is?
police brutality
how have we become so content to only use those words as it relates to our sons, brothers, and other male folk?
our collective refusal to have the courage to tell the truth and shame the devil, allows others to pretend not to know that passes are not being written for bw/bg simply because we are female.
i will call it.
may i suggest that other bw/bg start to do the same?
the police are man-handling, raping, and murdering us. we are being incarcerated in alarming numbers. right now. yet, on our watch, we collectively refuse to call it what it is. instead, when we lift our voices, it is to speak to the plight of bm in this so called system of justice.
maybe we should focus more on creating that much needed balance, in the interest of...
...self love~self acceptance~self respect
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
going back to basics
from writing, dating, and engaging others to the extent that my "social butterfly" personality would dictate, when in "business as usual" mode.
there have been many reasons for this.
the main reason is that my total focus has been on building my new business and meeting that objective...powerfully.
when i write that it is imperative to ensure survival for bw to channel all energy into creating multiple streams of income...i.am.not.joking. i am committed to moving powerfully, with focused purpose to that end.
i am committed to not only surviving, but thriving, despite the lean years that one can so clearly see looming ahead. i am committed to walking the walk. as such, there has not been much time for talking. there is a price to be paid for all worthwhile things and i am willing to pay the price.
nevertheless, i have continued to follow, without comment, blogs that make me proud...Muslim Bushido. Khadija, work it out sis! as well as others that challenge and grow me...like BWBTT. Lisa, you are an undeniable powerhouse. while we do not always see things eye to eye, i thank you for unapologetically doing...you. Evia and Sara, consistently telling the unpopular, needs to be spoken truth as they see and know it. Gina, reading your blog, inspired me to blog. i am eternally grateful for your courage. there are many other bw and others that have fed me as i have been on time-out. i cannot name them all now. however, i will say, continue to lift your voices. one can never truly know whose lives they are impacting. i don't mind "lurkers" for this reason. there is no need to engage with me, if my writing encourages you to claim your birthright as powerful women and children of God.
while on time-out, i also visited blogs that express views totally foreign to me. in fact, while at one such site, i felt truly compelled to ask questions, in an effort to get an understanding. maybe, i will address that further at a later time. considering my time constraints, i cannot justify allocating too much precious time right now. however, in integrity, i will apologize to Truth Be Told, for my assumptions about the anticipated response to me. although, we do not agree and have very different filters, i was not disrespected in our exchange. in fact, let me take a moment and say thank you. i am uncertain of your gender, yet suffice it to say, i appreciate you behaving like an respectful intelligent adult. as time permits, i would like to respond to your last comment. i see open lines of communication as a turn in the right direction. clearly there is a disconnect that can only be repaired by honest, respectful, good-faith communication.
the need to sit and write has been pricking my spirit for awhile now. those that know me can attest to the fact that i am rarely without something to say. (that fact still cracks me up. alas, the more things change, the more they stay the same:-) my lifted voice is a direct result of my spending a lot of time thinking. in fact, i have been admonished often, by male and female, that i think too much.
as i sat to write, i felt compelled to reflect on why i started writing initally.
somewhere i read, that when lost, it is wise to go back to basics. in truth, i have so many thoughts and evolving beliefs that at times, quite frankly, i feel lost in them. so i choose to lean on wisdom and go back to basics...
...i started writing to save my life.
realizing that i must save my life, if i am to impact the lives of other bw and bg. i started writing to quiet the storm of words and wisdom that refused me peace until they had been put on paper. until the message is out of me, i truly know no peace. as the words and wisdom nag me to be given life by being spoken into the universe, so did the scripture that teaches---obedience is worth more than sacrifice. i could not escape that scripture until i started to write, speak, and teach as i navigate my journey. oftentimes i teach my son that life is not a popularity contest. i have had to walk that talk in order to know peace.
upon reflection, it truly was the darndest thing. the fact is, above all else, i seek a peaceful, fulfilling, rewarding, abundant, blessed journey. not only for myself, but for as many bw/bg who will choose it for themselves.
going back to basics, and after much thought, i have decided that it is impossible, for healthy boys/men to be threatened by girls/women that are seeking these jewels in life. should the first teachers of a nation secure these jewels...we all win...
in my message, i have tried to be clear. it seems as though i have failed, so let me make the attempt again. if bg/bw are to be saved---we must save ourselves. if we perish, we will have no one but ourselves to blame. this is not the time of victims. that time has long since passed. there are no victims, barring the babies, at this point. there are only VOLUNTEERS.
the basic truth is that i write in the interest of self love~self acceptance~ self respect...
Sunday, January 4, 2009
happy new year...create your best year...yet...
it's a new year.
this fact alone, i find extremely exciting. it is like a new outfit, new pretty underwear (a personal favorite:-), a new car, new home, new love...
...each new year i tend to spend a great deal of time reflecting.
what did i learn last year?
what did i hold to be the gospel truth before time/wisdom/experience wrenched it away?
who have i allowed in my life that truly has no place moving forward, if my movement is to be powerful?
aaahhh...introspection, reflection, meditation.
frankly, sometimes i find it more pleasant than other times!
here's the thing. i have a post that has been banging around in me for awhile now. each time i sit down to write it, i feel blocked. it is as if writing it makes it real. sometimes, it is very difficult to get real i find.
everything i have ever written, i have believed with every fiber of my being. my paradigm shift born of new year reflections, introspection, and mediation is causing great discomfort.
i have strengthened my resolve to pull it in, reach a place of acceptance, say what needs to be said, and most importantly DO what needs to be done.
all in the interest of creating my best year yet and...
...SELF LOVE~SELF ACCEPTANCE~SELF RESPECT
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
putting it in perspective

if i were a boy...a.k.a. male privilege
the sole reason for this assertion is that i cannot listen to music and tune out the messages. i cannot watch videos and discount the power of images. i listen to lyrics/words. i pay attention to images. i respect the truth that words are powerful and can give both life and death to the speaker as well as the listener. i honor the fact that a positive image can build you up and a negative one can tear you down---if you allow it. additionally, i have trained myself to pay attention. so it has been impossible to tune out the bootylicious, freak 'em dress, upgrade, sugar momma lyrics/images that she has jiggled, bounced, and gyrated her way through. i have felt neither entertained, amused, nor proud. being decidedly heterosexual, i haven't felt titillated either; there has been no appeal whatsoever.
i haven't really bothered to address this issue before. it has been my experience that when women make any effort to hold other women accountable for their words and/or (mis)behavior, we are oftentimes met with accusations of "hating" or "jealousy". so i had very politely turned her off and saved myself from the pollution. when she married the woman beater, who has 99 problems but a b ain't one---it occurred to me that she would have no choice but to get a clue in due time.
so i was sitting on the parking lot, a.k.a. the 101 freeway:-) when i heard this song...
...and it made me think. thanks at last Beyonce.
i thought again about the fact that we hold great power ladies. we frequently choose to foolishly relinquish it. we possess the power to change our worlds. we must strive to become better wiser women each day. in addition to doing this for ourselves, we must take the time to help a girl get these nuggets as well---it just may save her life.
you know, now that i think of it, Joe sang about the same thing..
ok. that was for me. i told you i was decidedly heterosexual:-)
back to my original point...
...reciprocity saves lives and time. check for reciprocity. demand reciprocity. settle for nothing less than reciprocity in our lives. reciprocity is the best way to neutralize male privilege, i think. what do you think? share if you feel so inclined.
SELF LOVE~SELF ACCEPTANCE~SELF RESPECT

