In South Africa
In the Diaspora
In South Africa
In the Diaspora
Today, I’ve discovered “Hogan’s Law”. It’s like “Godwin’s Law”, but instead of German Nazis, it’s Irish slaves. #HogansLaw #GodwinsLaw
Look at that girl shake that thing
We can’t all be Martin Luther King.
Even Dr. Bond wasn’t fond of #RespectabilityPolitics. Viva Julian Bond.
Here’s an idea, perhaps for fanfiction: bring all the best-known African-American nerds and geeks from television, film and comics together under one roof. To solve a mystery, to find love, to save the world (or some other planet, like America), to go Hunger Games on each other, to break out of a dystopian neighborhood/school together, to do a heist of somebody’s dream, I dunno.
I just want to see all the black nerds (blerds) and geeks to get together in an alternate universe. For once, they won’t be sidekicks and best friends, but the center of the story.
I’ll flesh this out more later.
Christian anti-abortion folks who harp about a “black genocide” are some of the most uncaring, hard-hearted, shame-projecting liars.
* As if any of them care one bit about AfAm women’s lives, equities or freedoms as much as their uteri.
* As if any of them care that the fetuses which develop into infants will grow up into less-than-desirable AfAm women and men.
* As if specifically *our lives* matter to the anti-abortion activists.
* As if any of these activists think of AfAm women outside of the “welfare queen” “poppin’ out babies” stereotype.
* As if any of these activists consider that birth control, condoms and other tools of hygiene should receive more investment and less demonization.
* As if any of them are not the ick-attracted authoritarian jackasses who never offer solutions beyond “ban abortion” and “make sex sacred”.
* As if you care much about the growth of the AfAm population for as long as abortion has been legal in this country, but that’s an inconvenient truth which disrupts your feigned “black genocide” martyrdom.
Seriously, I wonder why the Southern Baptists ever allied with you lying jackasses after their racist hissy-fit over integration. But you lie about a lot of things to get your ban in place, especially about AfAm women, their bodies and the women and men who love both. You are as fake as the Exodus, Willie Lynch, the “War on Christmas” and American exceptionalism.
We won’t live by your savior narrative. Look at yourself, and say no to #misogynoir.
Within a few minutes of online research, though, I discovered two more photos taken on the same day in 1916 by Harris & Ewing at an Emancipation reunion. As the official White House photographers of the early 1900s and then the nation’s largest photo news service, they rarely snapped shots of African Americans.
But on that sunny fall afternoon, they posed a group of black mostly octogenarians and nonagenarians in front of Cosmopolitan Baptist Temple at Tenth and N Streets, NW.
Now propped on canes and dressed in their finest clothes, these men and women had spent the first four to five decades of their lives in slavery. That the four women in the initial photo all were centenarians—and strong enough and determined enough to stand—made the image all the more remarkable.