Now here in this country, we’ve got something called a nigger..
We have invented the nigger.
I didn’t event him.
White people invented him.
I’ve always known,
I had to know by the time I was 17 years old,
What you were describing was not me,
And what you were afraid of was not me
It has to be something else,
Something YOU were afraid of – you invested me with.
Now, if that’s so…
No matter what you’ve done to me,
I can say to you this, and I mean
And I know,
And I’ve always known,
And really always – that’s part of the agony –
I’ve always known that I am not a nigger.
But if I am not the nigger,
And if it’s true that your invention reveals you,
Then who is the nigger?
I’m not the victim here.
I know one thing from another…
I know I was born, I’m gonna suffer and I’m gonna die.
The only way to get through life is know the worst things about it.
I’ve learned this because I had to learn it.
But, you still think, I gather,
That the nigger is necessary.
Well, he’s unnecessary to me,
So he must be necessary to you.
So I give you your problem back.
You’re the nigger, baby; it isn’t me.
-James Baldwin: Who is the Nigger? (excerpt from a 1963 television transcript)
For something in me was just never satisfied. I would sit on the porch and stare at the mountains, convinced that there was something, something calling to me, beseeching me to “Come, come and drink from overflowing fountains!” There is another world out there beyond the tall green mountain trees. No telling what destiny will […]
via Break Fee! — shelbycourtland
We can’t make people happy;
we can only encourage happiness
to be a part of their diet.
Until they can take that step with
themselves, nothing will matter; it’ll all feel
like tires in the mud.
And every move will feel muted,
every accomplishment will seem to be on a
path they wish they’d found five years ago.
Nothing comes without time, assessment
and application, especially happiness. It
isn’t something that can be force-fed, it
doesn’t arrive in the form of a pill, a bottle,
or even an herb.
Happiness is sought after,
earned and cultivated from within;
and it will only happen when they are ready.
Until then, it will all be just words written
on a sandy shore, waiting to be washed
away without much give.//dáe.
Have faith in your ability
To do what is necessary
In the effort to transform
When it becomes mandatory.
No one else need believe
In what you’re capable of
When you know you and the stars
Are basically made of the same stuff. –ria
(be sure to visit Ria’s blog for more beautiful poems)
I’m not sure what I’ve been doing thus far, but I finally got my life together and visited Savannah College of Art & Design, better known as SCAD. Well, SCAD FASH, where the school’s fashion and film exhibits are featured. It’s a pretty space and just $10 for us regular folks to visit, so I’ll definitely be making more trips.
as Olaudah Equaiano
as Omar Ibn Said
as Angelo Soliman
as Pedro Camejo
as Frederick Douglass
Omar Victor Diop was the subject in his own series: Project Diaspora. He depicted many historians, yet incorporated soccer – balls, cleats, the red card, a whistle, etc. After speaking with one of the guides in the museum, I agree that in the original portraits, the subjects were holding something else and adding in the soccer elements is Omar’s way of personalizing and modernizing the photos even further.
as st. Benedict of Palermo
as Dom Nicolau
as Ikhlas Khan
as Albert Badin
as Ayuba Suleiman Diallo
I thought Project Diaspora was super fun and unique; I can’t recall ever seeing anything like it. Omar has a beautiful, androgynous face that worked perfectly to share his vision. You can read more about him and his work here and be sure to check out the haps at SCAD if you’re ever in Atlanta.