3.30.2009

Left of Black: Saggy Pants, Talking White and the Obama Bully Pulpit


Left of Black:
Saggy Pants, Talking White and the Obama Bully Pulpit
by Mark Anthony Neal

One of the more interesting aspects of the Obama presidency thus far, has been the focus placed on some of the more mundane aspects of Black life in America. Simple gestures by the President and the First Lady, such as a fist pound and the bearing of bare arms have become obsessions for journalists and pundits. Nowhere has this been more pronounced than with the reaction to President Obama’s oft-cited complaint about young black men and their saggy pants and Michele Obama’s recent reflection about childhood friends who accused her of “talking white.” What passes as simple curiosity about a very popular elected official, I suspect has more sinister aims, when considered within the context of popular pronouncements like “no more excuses” in the aftermath of President Obama’s election. Thus casual commentary from the President and the First Lady serve as a bully pulpit for those desiring to police the lives and culture of Black Americans.

The issue of “saggy pants” has functioned like a social panic in some municipalities, where local officials have sought to pass ordinances banning sagging pants, as the style is thought, by some, to be evidence of criminality among young black men. The town of Delcambre, LA did in fact pass such an ordinance, punishable by 6-months in jail and a $500.00 fine. The city of Opa-Locka, FL banned sagging pants in city parks and public buildings. Additionally the city of Dallas funded a series of public service announcements denouncing saggy pants, equating the practice with homosexuality. It was in this context that a MTV viewer asked then Senator Obama about saggy pants, when he sat down with MTV News days before the November election. During that interview, Obama made the now famous comment, “brothers should pull up their pants. You are walking by your mother, your grandmother, your underwear is showing. What's wrong with that? Come on.”

Within days of Obama’s pronouncement, numerous television news programs and newspapers ran stories about Obama denouncing saggy pants. Obama’s comments, taken out of context, could easily be read as an admonishment of young black men and by extension, the influence of hip-hop culture. In fact Obama, prefaced his comments by stating “I think people passing a law against people wearing sagging pants is a waste of time… any public official, that is worrying about sagging pants probably needs to spend some time focusing on real problems out there.” But as a politician, Obama also knew that his comments about saggy pants represented a “win-win” for him; he would gain traction with undecided voters who hoped that he would provide a moral center for a youth culture supposedly gone awry, while serving as a non-issue for the hip-hop community that he had so deftly recruited in support of his campaign. Quiet as it’s kept, the saggy pants style is largely passé with regards to hip-hop generation masculinity, as some of the most highly visible and highly compensated hip-hop figures such as Sean Combs, Sean Carter, Curtis Jackson and even the recently incarcerated Clifford Harris, Jr. are more often than not, seen in public wearing business attire.

Yet while Obama carefully crafted response was intended to offend no one who might have potentially voted for him, his comments have taken on a life of their own, utilized to organize anti-sagging/dress code efforts at Historically Black Colleges and Universities and public high schools, like Plantation High School in South Florida which recently sponsored a “Pull Up Your Pants Day.” That this sudden inspiration often take places within the context of black communities, long grappling with how to relate to and control the young men in their communities, should not be surprising. President Obama’s stance on the issue has simply been used to shame black youth into “normalcy.” Underlying this push towards routine sartorial choices, is a troubling class dynamic, rooted in a century-old (if not longer) debate amongst Black Americans about the proper presentation of blackness in mainstream culture. Michelle Obama’s comments about “talking white” puts this dynamic in particular focus.

At a recent Women’s History Month event with Washington DC Public school students and prominent women like Dr. Mae C. Jemison, Alicia Keys, Alfre Woodard and Alicia Keys, Michelle Obama told a gathering of students that when she was growing up “I remember there were kids around my [Chicago] neighborhood who would say, 'Ooh, you talk funny. You talk like a white girl.' I heard that growing up my whole life. I was like, 'I don't even know what that means but I am still getting my A.” Like the President’s comments about saggy pants, Ms. Obama’s reflections were prominently featured in the next day’s news cycle. The notion of “talking white” and “acting white” have long been bandied about in black communities, but for a nation that has historically chosen to be oblivious to the inner dynamics of Black life in America, such a discussion elicits a fresh focus. It was just last year that perennial protest candidate Ralph Nader accused then Senator Obama of “talking white” as part of Obama’s effort to assuage white voter fears that he might be cut from the same cloth of traditional Civil Rights leaders. Nader’s comments would have been offensive, if not for the fact that there quite a few Black Americans who also read diction as an index of racial authenticity.

Ironically only days earlier, President Obama appeared on ESPN to announce his NCAA Basketball bracket and in response to Andy Katz’s query about whether the President stayed up to watch an overtime game during the Big East Tournament, Obama dropped this ditty: "I can't be staying up until 2 in the morning…I've got work to do." President Obama’s “can’t be staying…” uttered in what linguists refer to as standard black vernacular (BVE), was much like his “nah we straight” response at Ben’s Chili Bowl in Washington DC late last year. How can the man, who Nader accused of “acting white” be so adept at standard black vernacular? As Nia-Malika Henderson writes, Obama’s “language, mannerisms and symbols resonate deeply with his black supporters, even as the references largely sail over the heads of white audiences.” But President Obama is not unique; he is representative of at least three generations of Black Americans who have mastered the practice of switching codes—folk who move fluidly and fluently through multiple linguistic communities, with the understanding that so called mainstream American vernacular (talking white) was critical for putting Whites—at ill-ease because of their presence in the workplace or other places of business—at ease. Indeed, because we rarely see the “private” Michele Obama we have little knowledge of how adept her own control of BVE is, but her husband clearly has more pressure to navigate the tensions between making a nation of folk comfortable and being read as “authentic.”

There were many that read Ms. Obama’s “talking white” comments as rooted in Black middle class elitism, while others saw her comments as evidence of the bankruptcy of Black American culture, particularly in reference to the use what is often ignorantly referred to as “black slang.” The Obamas have little control over the ways their simple gestures will be utilized by others, whether it’s Black Middle Class gatekeepers trying to reign in the black poor or conservative ideologues who want to use the family’s success as ammunition to further erode the gains of the Civil Right era. Nevertheless this sudden focus on the intricacies of black like may finally help this nation get the story of race in this country, right.

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Mark Anthony Neal is Professor of Black Popular Culture in the Department of African & African-American Studies at Duke University. He is the author of several books including the recent New Black Man. He is currently completing Looking for Leroy: (Il)Legible Black Masculinities for New York University Press.

3.29.2009

For Every Chris & Rihanna, There Are Dozens of Cases Like This



from The Washington Post

Charges Are Filed In Triple Stabbing
D.C. Family Says Woman's Boyfriend Has Violent History
By Matt Zapotosky and Hamil R. Harris
Washington Post Staff Writers
Monday, March 23, 2009; B01

For years, family members feared that Erika Peters's volatile relationship with her live-in boyfriend would end in tragedy, her sister said. The family was so worried that they developed a code with Peters's oldest son so he could surreptitiously communicate with them.

On Saturday, Peters's sister Kimberly Trimble said, Erik used the code, telling his grandmother, "The sky is blue," to alert her that something was amiss. Hours later, police broke into his family's apartment in the 2000 block of Maryland Avenue NE to find him, his brother and his mother with stab wounds, police sources said. Peters, 37, and her younger son were dead. Erik died a short time later.

Police announced yesterday that they had charged Peters's boyfriend, 44-year-old Joseph Randolph Mays, with the triple slaying. To family members, the announcement came as little surprise.

"We knew about him beating the kids, but she wouldn't leave," Trimble said. "I don't know if she's scared of him or what the case may be." Trimble said she did not think that Peters ever sought a protective order.

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3.28.2009

Beware the Kindle!


from The Christian Science Monitor

Kindle e-reader: A Trojan horse for free thought
By Emily Walshe
from the March 18, 2009 edition

Brookville, N.Y. - All you really need to know about the dangers of digital commodification you learned in kindergarten.

Think back. Remember swapping your baloney sandwich for Jell-o pudding? Now, imagine handing over your sandwich and getting just a spoon.

That's one trade you'd never make again.

Yet that's just what millions of Americans are doing every day when they read "books" on Kindle, Amazon's e-reading device. In our rush to adopt new technologies, we have too readily surrendered ownership in favor of its twisted sister, access.

Web 2.0 and its culture of collaboration supposedly unleashed a sharing society. But we can share only what we own. And as more and more content gets digitized, commercialized, and monopolized, our cultural integrity is threatened. The free and balanced flow of information that gives shape to democratic society is jeopardized.

For now, though, Kindle is on fire in the marketplace. Who could resist reading "what you want, when you want it?" Access to more than 240,000 books is just seconds away. And its "revolutionary electronic-paper display ... looks and reads like real paper."

But it comes with restrictions: You can't resell or share your books – because you don't own them. You can download only from Amazon's store, making it difficult to read anything that is not routed through Amazon first. You're not buying a book; you're buying access to a book. No, it's not like borrowing a book from a library, because there is no public investment. It's like taking an interest-only mortgage out on intellectual property.

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Remember My Name: Dionne Farris & R&B's Outliers


from The Root

What Happened to Dionne Farris?
by Mark Anthony Neal

The crooner who stole Arrested Development’s track nearly 20 years ago is back—on the Internet. While you’re reuniting with Farris, check out the new crop of black female artists who are keeping soul music honest.

Singer Dionne Farris had become little more than a musical footnote, that talented backup singer on Arrested Development’s alternative hip-hop classic “Tennessee,” who wrested the song from lead vocalist Speech as she wailed, “won’t you help me, won’t you help me, understand your plan.”

Thankfully, she has resurfaced—on the Internet. For Truth If Not Love and Signs of Life, released on her own label, Free & Clear, and on MySpace, mark a new phase in Farris’ career and, with it, a new wave of attention to underplayed soul songstresses.

Farris’ return comes after a nasty parting of ways with her former label, Columbia, which wanted her to produce black-radio-friendly, neo-soul tracks, even though her post-Arrested Development breakout single, “I Know,” was a mainstream video pop hit. At a creative impasse, she requested and gained a release from her contract.

That was more than a decade ago.

Farris’ story is not unlike countless black women in the recording industry. But the marginalization—some of it self-imposed—serves as a necessary function, allowing the tradition of R&B to remain rooted in a politics of remembrance and accountability that simply couldn’t survive in the full bloom of the marketplace.

This is the role being played by a new crop of dynamic women soul singers, including Imani Uzuri, Muhsinah Abdul-Karim and Georgia Anne Muldrow.

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Remembering John Hope Franklin


from The Nation

Farewell John Hope Franklin
by Melissa Harris-Lacewell

[T]he great Historian John Hope Franklin passed away at the age of 94.

I did my doctoral work at Duke University and had the the opportunity to encounter Professor Franklin many times during my graduate training. Each time it was a privilege because John Hope Franklin was a superstar intellectual who managed to be utterly open and personally humble with students. He made us feel like partners, rather than subordinates, in academic inquiry.

In an age when black public intellectuals are rewarded for pop-culture peppered verbal dexterity and aggressive self-promotion; Dr. Franklin maintained a mode of inquiry which exposed injustice and dismantled inadequate arguments with soft-spoken dignity. His gentle manner sometimes led interlocutors to underestimate him, but it was not a mistake made more than once, because Franklin's razor sharp intellect and quick wit were memorable.

John Hope Franklin had deep personal and professional knowledge of America's vicious racial legacy. Franklin researched America's story of slavery and freedom in segregated archives. He was relegated to separate tables and irregular library hours so that white patrons would not be exposed to a literate black man researching Southern history. Franklin uncovered the vicious legacy of our racial past and engaged in decades of the struggle to change our racial present: from marching in Selma to endorsing Barack Obama.

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from NPR's Tell Me More with Michel Martin

Remembrances
John Hope Franklin Dies, Leaves Guiding Light

Close friends and fellow scholars of Franklin — Duke University English Professor Karla Holloway, co-founder of the John Hope Franklin Center for Interdisciplinary and International Studies, and New York University professor and author David Levering Lewis — discuss why both the passion and the work of John Hope Franklin will live on.

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3.27.2009

Underground Current - Bakari interviews Haki Madhubuti

From Bakari Kitwana:

I recently caught up with longtime Black political activist Haki Madhubuti to discuss the Obama economic stimulus package and the economic downturn’s impact on Black America. Here, Madhubuti delves deeply into some of the economic maneuverings that derailed the US economy. He also spoke about Obama’s cabinet picks, particularly those in education and foreign policy. I wanted to know, given Madhubuti’s extensive career as an educator (he and his wife, Dr. Carol Lee, founded New Concept Development Center in 1972), how he felt about the selection of Chicago Public Schools head Arne Duncan as Education Secretary. Being from Chicago, like Duncan, he cut to the chase. Likewise, Madhubuti is a Little Rock, Arkansas native and held no punches when speaking of Hillary Clinton as Secretary of State and how former president Bill Clinton complicates her role. Given what’s at stake in the arenas of the economy, education, foreign policy in the days ahead, Madhubuti offers a crash course.

Haki Madhubuti is university professor at Chicago State University, the founder of Third World Press and the author of over 20 books, including the most recent, Yellow Black.

Post Race, My Ass!

Ryan Moats Police Video, Part One

3.25.2009

Celebrating the Queen of Soul's Birthday


Celebrating the Queen of Soul’s Birthday

by Mark Anthony Neal


When on the campaign trail this past year, then Senator Barack Obama was often asked about his taste in music. Without fail, Obama would answer that Aretha Franklin was his favorite singer. Apropos choice for a candidate who, perhaps managed political risk, better than any candidate in modern history. Indeed you’d be hard pressed to find any American music lover over the age of 30 who would profess anything but affection for the woman who has been, for more than 40 years, simply known as “The Queen of Soul.” President Obama’s choice of Aretha Franklin to sing “My Country ‘Tis of Thee” at his inauguration, was an informal acknowledgment of what we’ve all known; Franklin is simply a national treasure.


In celebration of Aretha Franklin’s life and career, on this her 67th birthday, I’d like to offer a playlist of great Aretha Franklin performances. And while there are literally dozens of “best of” collections that put Franklin’s career in proper perspective, I’d like to offer performances that can’t regularly be heard on your local oldies station.


This Bitter Earth (1964)

Franklin’s A Tribute to Dinah Washington, was a public nod to the legacy of one of her most important influences (the other being gospel singer Clara Ward). Recorded when Franklin was still wallowing on the Columbia label, where the legendary John Hammond had signed her, “This Bitter Earth” may be the best inkling of the genius that was to come. Only 22-years old when she recorded this Dinah Washington classic, it was clear that Franklin was someone who had a grasp of many disparate popular forms, as well as the Gospel tradition.

Trouble in Mind (1965)

With jazz guitarist Kenny Burrell in tow and Ms. Franklin herself on piano, “Trouble in Mind” is rollicking gutbucket rendition of a 1926 Blues classic, written by Richard M. Jones and initially performed by Bertha “Chippie” Hill, with Louis Armstrong accompanying on cornet. The song highlights the spiritual component of the blues (I’m goin’ down to the river/I’m gonna take my old rockin' chair/Oh and if those blues overtake me/I’m gonna rock on away from here), which made it a perfect choice for Franklin, who finessed the line between Gospel and Blues better that anyone since the father of gospel Thomas Dorsey.


Take a Look (1967)


“Take a Look” was the title track of Franklin’s final studio recording for Columbia, released as she was walking into Fame Studios in Muscle Shoals to record her Atlantic debut. Written by famed songwriter Johnny Otis , who produced Dinah Washington’s recording of “This Bitter Earth,” the song highlights all the missed opportunities that the label had to really make Franklin a major star. With the Civil Rights Movement as a backdrop, “Take a Took” is an earnest call for peace and tolerance, just as Franklin herself would play a more public role in the struggle for Civil Rights.


So Long (1969)


By the time that Franklin’s Soul ’69 was released, she was already at the center of a seismic shift in popular music, which established her as a major crossover pop star and making her, arguably, the most popular black woman performer ever. On the strength of groundbreaking releases such as I Have Never Love a Man (1967), Aretha Arrives (1967), Lady Soul (1968) and Aretha Now (1968), Franklin could afford to look back and pay tribute. Covering a range of pop and blues classics including Percy Mayfield’s “River’s Invitation” and childhood friend Smokey Robinson’s “Tracks of My Tears,” the clear highlight is Franklin’s rendition of “So Long.” Simply put the song ranks as one of Franklin’s most exquisite performances ever.


It Ain’t Fair/Share Your Love with Me (1970)


By 1970, even Ms. Franklin was feeling the push of changing tastes, eventually adapting with the toe-tapper “Rock Steady.” In the meantime she held her own doing the music that she wanted to do. In the larger scheme of things, The Girl’s in Love with You (1970) is easily lost among her more visible outings, but it is arguably one of her finest recordings. Though the sublime “Call Me” and “Son of a Preacher Man” (a tossup between Ms. Aretha and Ms. Dusty, me thinks) are the more well known tracks on the album, which also included two Lennon and McCartney songs, “It Ain’t Fair” and ‘Share Your Love with Me” are examples of an artist who is just on the cusp of being in full control of her artistic capacity.


Sprit in the Dark/Spirit in the Dark (Reprise)(1971)


In February of 1971, Ms. Franklin headed to the Bay Area to do three nights at the famed Filmore West, with saxophonist King Curtis serving as opening act and musical director. The dates were an opportunity for Franklin to reach out to the counter-culture that coalesced in the region. Thus Franklin’s versions of Stephen Stills’s “Love the One Your With” and Bread’s “Make it With You” were obvious concessions on Live at the Filmore West (though the former is quite brilliant), but the Filmore West dates were also about exposing the Hippie crowd to the power of Southern Soul and nowhere is that more evident than Franklin’s final night performance of “Spirit in the Dark.” Initially recorded as a studio track, Franklin’s live version heightens the dramatic tension between the spiritual and the sexual world. But in a move that could have gone awry, Ray Charles who was in attendance for the performance, joins Franklin on stage for an 17-minute musical thesis on the importance of black music. Midway through, Franklin gives up her seat at the electric piano to Charles, and notes well into his solo, “it’s funky up in here.” Nearly 40 years later, the performance stands one of the greatest moments in the careers of both artists, if not one of the great live recordings in all of pop music. The late great Billy Preston and noted session guitarist Cornell Dupree were among the band members that night.


A Brand New Me (1972)


Though Franklin had long been aligned with the Civil Rights Movement, because of the work of her father The Rev. CL Franklin, her 1972 recording Young, Gifted, and Black might serve as her most explicit political statement. Her rendition of Nina Simone’s “Young, Gifted and Black” stands on its own, but one of the gems of the recording, which includes tracks originally recorded by the likes of The Delphonics, The Beatles, Elton John and Otis Redding, is Franklin’s take on the Jerry Butler classic “A Brand New Me.” One of the early efforts of Kenny Gamble and Huff and recorded by Franklin just as the duo were establishing Philadelphia International Records, “A Brand New Me” highlights her Jazz sensibilities. Her piano solo midway, is worth the price of admission.


Oh Baby (1974)


“Oh Baby” is a true obscurity from Franklin’s career. Tucked away on her largely forgettable 1974 recording Let Me In Your Life, which included her retread of Stevie Wonder’s “Until You Come Back to Me” (which many forget he originally recorded), “Oh Baby” is the portrait of an artist at the peak of her powers. A sweet song in its own right and one that Franklin penned herself, the tonal colors and pitch of her performance are simply amazing, especially during the final minute of the song. At age 32, Franklin could have retired and her legacy would still remain intact.


Don’t Waste Your Time w/Mary J. Blige(199)


After a string of success with Clive Davis and the Arista machine in the 1980s (at least until Ms. Whitney capture Mr. Davis’s attention), Franklin was ”re-introduced” in 1998 courtesy of a production collaboration with Lauryn Hill. A savvy commercial move, “A Rose is Still a Rose” was Franklin’s last “hit.” A year later Franklin, against all acceptable logic at the time, went in the studio with Mary J. Blige to record “Don’t Waste Your Time.” The song appeared on Mary (1999), which is in my mind, Blige’s career defining recording. Though Blige has never possessed Franklin’s technical skills, they very much share a relationship as the emotional centers of their respective generations.


3.24.2009

Guest Post: Esther Armah on Rihanna & Chris Brown


special to NewBlackMan

THE NEXT IKE AND TINA?
by Esther Armah

“Yo! Check this out! Rihanna all battered, dyamn! She look like Tina musta did!.” The scene is a New York library session with a group of high school teenagers. Young women and men scramble over chairs to get to the computer screen where the young man is seated. One teenage boy, hand over his mouth, points and creates rapid fire scenarios around the image. Another laughs. Others point at her bruises. And there are those who are quiet, shocked at the picture. Bruised, battered, busted, Baijan singer Rihanna, eyes closed, is their focus. This is the picture that travelled the globe, followed by an affidavit that colored in details from the alleged assault by her pop star boyfriend Chris Brown. Raucous and rowdy, the librarian hushes them. Blame is thrown around like a ragdoll. Some blame Rihanna. Two question Chris Brown. Words like forgiveness, money, light-skinned beauty, provocation are slung, momentarily explored, discarded. They go quiet. The teenager who found the image on the computer shouts: “They like the new Ike and Tina?!”

Really? Chris Brown = Ike. Rihanna = Tina. Really. Tina Turner? Living legend, she of ‘Proud Mary’, and ‘Nutbush City Limits’ fame. She who endured violence at the hands of Ike throughout her 16 year marriage. And Ike? He of flashy clothes, musical vision, fierce musical independence and creativity. And later of voracious cocaine use and legendary temper fame. He who ended up in and out of jail. Both brought to life courtesy of Oscar worthy performances by Angela Bassett and Lawrence Fishburne in the July 93 film ‘What’s Love Got To Do With It?’ Still, how frightening that Chris at just 19 and Rihanna at just 21, should be doomed to a relationship marked by nearly two decades of cycles of violence as told in her biography ”I, Tina”. Tina left. In the end. She went on. She got strong. She healed. She recovered. She spit in Ike’s eye with each step of her success. Ike became the focus of ridicule. Broke, a self-imploding sad dude, high on stories of has-been glory, continually denying the violence and for whom many showed more than a little contempt. Tina & Ike. We know Tina’s story. We’re still learning Rihannas’. And that of every other black girl who knows Rihanna’s bruises intimately, and who has stared in the mirror at unrecognizable features.

The numbers say that most often a Tina would be dead at the hands of the man who she shared the aisle, vows, a gold band and a bed with – or a Rihanna who shared an intimate space with her alleged abuser. The number one killer of African-American women ages 15 to 34 is homicide, at the hands of a current or former intimate partner, according to the American Bar Association’s Commission on Domestic Violence. The same study showed Black females experienced intimate partner violence at a rate 35% higher than that of white females, and about 22 times the rate of women of other races. Every number is a personal tale, a truth hidden, bruises covered, pain buried. Brenda Thomas’s book ‘Laying Down My Burdens’ shared her own behind the headlines story of a 15 year violent relationship – one that she finally escaped, but whose scars she carries. A new report “Black Girls in New York City; Untold Strength and Resilience,” by the Black Women for Black Girls Giving Circle (BWBG), a funding initiative of The Twenty-First Century Foundation and the Institute for Women’s Policy Research (IWPR) revealed violence remained a major fear for young black girls - and that they expected to have to protect themselves.

To the high school teenagers in that library, I wonder what Ike and Tina represent. Their laughter isn’t easy. Or comfortable. But it is there. Their eyes tell a separate truth from their laughter. They check one another’s reaction before offering their own. Older women watch them, unimpressed. Their conversation spins and spits at the video vixening of black women. They lament how these young women have been “ized” and “fied” - categor-ized, demon-ized, vili-fied, sexual-ized. I watch too. Not just these women, but depictions of us right across myriad forms of media. We have become comatose cuties, walking wounded, part of the living dead wrapped in the kind of fly fabulosity that shields external bruises and hides broken hearts and souls – even as popular American culture elevates the broken and celebrates the aristocracy of mediocrity. Back at the library. Two generations of women. One turns in horror to hear the one behind it shrug and ask what the big deal is? Other women rail against each other. Fast girls, good girls, bad girls, brown girls, light girls - the labels signify whether the violent treatment was apparently deserved. Smart women, hood chicks, Afrocentric activists, weave on crew, corporate cuties – notions of how women should and shouldn’t behave to avoid being on the receiving end of violence are too often tempered with – but she shouldn’t have, or why did she, or she should’ve known……….The generations part – each slightly disgusted by the other.

BROKEN MANHOOD = REAL MAN?
Chris Brown points to a deeper conversation – the one about manhood and masculinity and what that means in America. It reeks of the beginnings on this land of a people for whom the legacy of the lash and the lynch have become seamless and intimate parts of their relationship with this soil and one another. We are on intimate terms with violence. That experience continues to haunt via the nightmares of young women whose reaction speaks of their socialization in the acceptance of violence. What kind of man is he? Thug. Hood. Aggressive. Sexy. The marriage of aggression with manhood is an integral part of patriarchal America. Ike was a badboy, a cocaine user, a man in charge of his woman. That equaled sexy. A real man. Chris is seen as a sweet boy, a young man, a good man. So Rihanna must have provoked him, so said so many. Chris Brown’s persona was that of the good boy, the sweet man, the clean cut image, the anti-gansta sweetness of r’n’b. That affected folks’ conclusion that he “simply wouldn’t go off like that without dire provocation.” Another truth? Violent, troubled men are using women’s bodies as battlegrounds. They are the places where their internal wars are waged, their rage is poured, insecurity is fought, disrespect is mastered, pain is smothered. And then society – us, we, you, me, he, she – weighs in with versions and visions of how it happened, whose truth and whose lies linger, whose fault it is, what she should do, how he should act, that he should be forgiven, that she should know better than to provoke, that he was provoked. Manhood, masculinity and violence in America are so intimately intertwined, that to talk about violence and men is to have a conversation and exploration about what it is to be a man in America – and around the world. Add to that the protective posture of black folk when it comes to the brothers. They face such vulnerability due to the various assaults by society. So they are protected. Trouble is the way we protect young black men has been and continues to be via the sacrifice of young women. Add to that the created persona of celebrity, where image is truth, perception is everything. And versions of yourself can be packaged and sold as part of the commodification that is so much of today's black music – sometimes genius, sometimes tragic. Action around manhood does exist. Conversations about black manhood are present and live right here in New York – and across the States. Examples? ‘The Masculinity Project”, a major offering exploring the complex dynamic of manhood via film, exhibitions, personal testimony. The 10-city “State of Black Men National Townhall Meetings” tour in 2004, the 2007 “Black and Male in America, a 3-Day National Conference” followed up with monthly all male forums in Brooklyn that explore topics such as spirituality, physical health, mental wellness. All these events denote black male activists’ commitment to exploring masculinity – and the link between that and violence. And then there are the books. The most recent such as the moving and thoughtful “Be A Father To Your Child:Real Talk from Black Men on Family, Love and Fatherhood”. Edited by writer and activist April Silver, and featuring short stories, essays, interviews and poems by 25 men - a mix of activists, musicians, writers, educators and poets. There's also “The Beautiful Struggle,” by Ta’Nehisi Coates to name just two. Other books like “Black Pain: It Only Looks Like We’re Not Hurting,” by Terrie Williams reveals the untold story of black folk and depression, a sometimes contributory factor to violence. So often, domestic violence and its condemnation or discussion is led by women. In New York men like award winning film-maker Byron Hurt have been engaged in exploring masculinity and its association with violence, and his upcoming annual event “Stand Up…and Speak Out”, an annual conference in New York on May 21 and May 22nd organized by “A Call To Men”, an organization committed to ending violence against girls and women continues that work. He is one of many, many male activists right here in New York doing this work around manhood and masculinity in America. Movements of men are a welcome - and much needed - addition to the voices of women raised in continued protest and condemnation around relationship violence. For the daughters and the sons who are witnesses and who navigate this troubled terrain, this work is precious.

TRAUMA = DOLLARS
Healing. The healing is the universal word and work much needed, but also much maligned. Healing developed a bad rap. Even as it continued to be crucial. Healing got turned out like a whore by a pimp. Trauma became an industry, laid out on its back by publishing pimps who sniffed the green in the drama and spewed forth lecturers, authors, wannabe wannabes all espousing that delivery of demons lay in self love. The young women who called me after my special live radio show on violence talked about that. Some were pissed. They asked of self-love, where do I get that? Who can give me that? What would it look like? No glib notions for them. Explanations, they wanted. Break it down, they demanded. Explain where we get that, they asked. What would it feel like? And they were not satisfied with trite answers. One woman offered; ‘saying ‘you need to love yourself” is not helpful’. She continued: “clearly I don’t. I don’t know how. “ Don’t tell me what to do, show me how to do it.” Some young women spoke about the hypocrisy of healing from a previous generation. They spoke about a place where healing was little more than a conversation that sold books, created lecture circuits, and glibly paraphrased lives, experiences, complexities into neat caged sentences. The clarity of crap dominated pages of work. That’s what they thought. And they didn’t like it. It didn’t help them. Their anger at this industry for the apparently traumatized prompted suspicion and levels of contempt. They wanted answers, facts, details. And then there was a generation of women that admonished their youngsters to put away the pity party and pull themselves together. So some became silent. Or they lied. Or denied. Or built shields and armor. Learned behavior poured from breast to mouth, via the broken love of procreating previous generations doing the best they could with what they had. Healing? What did a road to recovery even look like?

ROAD TO RECOVERY……..Long and winding road…
Kyra, Ceillise, Nyema and La-vainna. Spanning a decade – from 11 to 21, each endured violence at the hands of a boy or a man. All were featured on the live radio specials for Wake Up Call, a morning talk show I host on WBAI99.5FM over a two week period. A media appetite for blood and gore prevails when it comes to domestic violence stories. Battered women, and those that batter fulfil the gory-ometer level where the news has more drama than dramas. Recovery is less sexy. It makes fewer headlines. Provokes less discussion. Sells fewer papers. Means less viewers. Equals loss of listeners. But that’s where the real work is. Erica Ford of L.I.F.E., a non-profit organization based in Queens that deals with troubled young people between the ages of 13-24 typically on the receiving end of some form of violence speaks about committing federal dollars to this work of practical healing that is long and often difficult. Her project is specifically devoted to the holistic healing of these youngsters. But it ain’t just federal, how about community dollars, ask some? Real ones, not punk dollars, states one young woman. Just as they wanted real recovery, not punk healing. They don’t want to hear what they call the proclamation healing. The proclamation without the acceptance. Not the: “I will never raise my hand to a woman again,” which one young lady likened to an alcoholic swearing they would never take a drink again, but then getting a job in a bar. Especially since, she explained, many still want to negotiate what violence means – and that no bruising or battering meant that violence hadn’t taken place. “They still negotiatin’, while I’m tryin’ to clean myself up from the pain.” Some of these younger women accused older generations – and since they are in their early 20s, they meant anyone over 35 – with hypocrisy about the notion of healing. Some explained they feel sacrificed as they listen to women negotiate acceptable levels of violence from men towards women, and then chastise their behavior. They question this notion of role-models. One said “y’all still want educated thugs, and I ain’t know the difference ‘tween an educated thug and a violent dude. Most thugs got smarts, so when dude smacks me, then yáll wanna know why I choose him. Cos you did, cos y’all did.” With recovery, these women, these witnesses to the violence between adults they love, despise and fear ask: What does a man who used to hit a woman and says he doesn’t now – where is his program? Alcoholics got a 12 step program, regular meetings, drug addicts got rehab? What about rage? How does he deal with the triggers that prompt his rage to turn into a closed fist and then a black eye? Where does he go for his sessions to tackle that rage.? What happens before rage becomes a closed fist against smooth chocolate, caramel or mocha skin that becomes a bruised, black eye – and worse? And the young men say little or nothing, struggling to control emotions but refusing to engage in any external source to quell feelings that may ultimately erupt and turn a woman into that statistic about homicide quoted earlier. One young woman said: ‘my dad had a ritual. Before he ever laid a hand on my Mama I saw there were a bunch of things he would do, so I had maybe five minutes to get outta there or find somewhere to take cover’. Others described the violence as uncontrollable and explosive. One said: ‘disagree with my Pops, expect to get a slap, then another then another, then it was on.’ Another explained: “Pops would, like black out, he wasn’t himself anymore. I wanted to ask him, where do you go? Why can’t you control where you go? If you say you’re not going to hit any more what did you do to change that?” Acceptance maybe one thing. Recovery is the next – and that is the patient, diligent, difficult, persistent work of therapy and more. Blame, like judgement, paralyzes and silences. Young women’s bodies cannot continue to be a battleground for the righteous indignation, pain and rage of black men. Young women are not just asking men to stop. They want us to heal, to do the work. All of us. Them, their men, their parents, their community. Are we willing to hear this call to practical healing? La-vainna Seaton is 17. Her friend approached her at school. Explained her boyfriend hit her. Asked for advice. What should she do? La-vainna told her: ‘where there is love, abuse cannot exist’.

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Esther Armah is an award-winning international journalist, a radio host, a playwright and an author. Armah host 'Wake Up Call' on WBAI99.5FM New York and the tri-state area and ‘Off The Page’ on WBAI99.5FM. Every FIRST and THIRD FRIDAY of the month. 11am – 12noon.

3.21.2009

RAISE IT UP from AUGUST RUSH peformed by IMPACT REP THEATRE

Actually this live version is better; For You Baby Whurl-A-Gurl!

3.20.2009

ON-THE-AIR in the Barbershop with Michel Martin


from NPR's Tell Me More with Michel Martin

Barbershop
President Laughs With Leno, AIG Anger Persists

Tell Me More, March 20, 2009 · The guys in this week's BarbershopJimi Izrael, Mark Anthony Neal, Eugene Wang and Geoffrey Cooper — comb through the latest headlines and give their take on the fury over AIG and recent actions by President Obama, including his recent appearance on NBC's "The Tonight Show With Jay Leno."

ON-THE-AIR: NewBLackMan Discusses "Talking White" on GMA


from ABC News/Good Morning America

First Lady Michelle Obama Reflects on Talking 'Like a White Girl'
Michelle Obama Tells D.C. Students That Stereotypes Get in the Way
By DAVID WRIGHT
March 20, 2009

First lady Michelle Obama visited one of the poorest neighborhoods in the nation's capital Thursday, hoping her example would help encourage struggling, young high school students.

It's the latest attempt by the first lady to use her bully pulpit to talk candidly with Americans, and she's sparking some compelling conversations.

Obama's remarks came as part of a career day she organized for Washington, D.C.-area students, featuring 20 other high-profile women who fanned out across the city to connect with kids. For her part, the first lady acknowledged that her childhood included struggles with language and racial identity.

And when one student asked her, "How did you get to where you are now?" she credited, in part, her command of the language.

"I remember there were kids around my [Chicago] neighborhood who would say, 'Ooh, you talk funny. You talk like a white girl.' I heard that growing up my whole life. I was like, 'I don't even know what that means but I am still getting my A.'"

Even now, Americans listen intently not just to what the Obamas say but how they say it: words, accents, even gestures.

"For many folks, Michelle Obama and Barack Obama, to a lesser extent, don't sound like as what they think of stereotypical black," said Mark Anthony Neal, a professor of African-American studies at Duke University in Durham, N.C. "And just like there might be whites invested in those stereotypes, there are obviously African-Americans invested in those also."

See The GMA Clip HERE

3.19.2009

American Violet - Official Trailer


Based on true events in the midst of the 2000 election, AMERICAN VIOLET tells the astonishing story of Dee Roberts (critically hailed newcomer Nicole Beharie), a 24 year-old African American single mother of four young girls living in a small Texas town who is barely making ends meet on a waitress salary and government subsidies.

On an early November morning while Dee works a shift at the local diner, the powerful local district attorney (Academy Award® nominee Michael OKeefe) leads an extensive drug bust, sweeping her Arlington Springs housing project with military precision. Police drag Dee from work in handcuffs, dumping her in the squalor of the womens county prison. Indicted based on the uncorroborated word of a single and dubious police informant facing his own drug charges, Dee soon discovers she has been charged as a drug dealer.

Even though Dee has no prior drug record and no drugs were found on her in the raid or any subsequent searches, she is offered a hellish choice: plead guilty and go home as a convicted felon or remain in prison and fight the charges thus, jeopardizing her custody and risking a long prison sentence.

Despite the urgings of her mother (Academy Award® nominee Alfre Woodard), and with her freedom and the custody of her children at stake, she chooses to fight the district attorney and the unyielding criminal justice system he represents. Joined in an unlikely alliance with an ACLU attorney (Tim Blake Nelson) and former local narcotics officer (Will Patton), Dee risks everything in a battle that forever changes her life and the Texas justice system. AMERICAN VIOLET also stars Emmy Award® winner Charles S. Dutton and Xzibit.

For more information - http://www.americanviolet.com/

3.18.2009

Bill Maher Real Time | March 13 2009 | Andrew Breitbart and Michael Eric Dyson

Michael Eric Dyson @ His Finest

RUSSELL SIMMONS - 40th Annual NAACP Image Vanguard Award

Check at 3:15 when a trio of poets come on stage including Joshua Bennett a brilliant scholar in the making that I had the privilege to engage with during my semester at Penn.

Bakari Kitwana on Rihanna, Chris Brown and Partner/Domestic Violence


from NewsOne

A Hip-Hop Response To Chris Brown & Rihanna
By Bakari Kitwana

For nearly an entire week, the Chris Brown/Rihanna alleged abuse incident has dominated major news media headlines. Unfortunately, these sensationalized reports did less to elucidate the national epidemic of violence against women and more to cement into our national psyche the idea that the new face of domestic abuse is young, Black and hip-hop. Instead of accepting sole responsibility for one of America’s most neglected pathologies, young Americans should turn this tragedy into an opportunity.

In the last two election cycles, hip-hop led the way in making involvement in national elections fashionable among youth. Hip-hop political organizers could do the same in extending that influence into the arena of public policy with the goal of establishing an innovative solution to abuse that shifts the way the nation thinks about its treatment of women.

The election of President Barack Obama, with young people across race supporting him long before even the African American community’s vote was solidified, marked the first political victory for this generation. Two-thirds of the 23 million young Americans 18-29 who voted in the 2008 presidential election voted for Barack Obama. These same young people taking the lead on a public policy solution to end dating violence would be an important second act.

Contrary to public opinion the hip-hop community has a long history of resisting the status quo of domestic abuse, misogyny and gender inequity. From books like Tracy Sharpley-Whiting’s Pimps Up, Hos Down and films like Aishah Simmons’ No! The Rape Documentary to organizations like the Center for Young Women’s development and Industry Ears, Inc., there is an emerging hip-hop generation leadership that has its finger on the pulse of a change agenda for women.

Such an agenda is reflected in the nearly 5000 comments posted on Blackplanet.com responding to Chris Brown and Rihanna newsone.com updates. The overwhelming mood of these comments was that the Black community needed to separate itself from stereotypes of domestic violence. Blackplanet.com members even spontaneously created online discussion groups to address the issue.

The media’s obsession with the Chris Brown/Rihanna incident, alongside a new administration that seems to take the debt it owes young voters seriously offers young political organizers a rare opportunity for this generation to take the lead on dating and domestic abuse.

Read the Full Essay HERE

On-The-Air: Motown's 50th Anniversary


from Minnesota Public Radio

Motown 50th Anniversary

For many, the music of Motown is a soundtrack to their youth. For others, it's forever entwined with the Civil Rights movement. For the rest of us, it's simply great music. Midmorning examines the musical and social legacy of Motown Records.

Guests

Mark Anthony Neal: professor of African-American studies at Duke University. He is the author of several books, including "New Black Man" and "Songs in the Key of Black Life: A Rhythm and Blues Nation."

Suzanne Smith: associate professor of history at George Mason University and author of "Dancing in the Streets: Motown and the Cultural Politics of Detroit."

SAY MY NAME | Trailer | Women Make Movies--A film by Nirit Peled

Sisters, mothers, businesswomen, music artists—in a hip hop and RnB industry world by men and noted for misogyny, the unstoppable female lyricists of SAY MY NAME speak candidly about class, race, and gender in pursuing their passions as female MCs. From hip hops birthplace in the Bronx to grime on Londons Eastside, emerging artists to world renowned stars like MC Lyte and Monie Love, these are women turning adversity into art.

3.17.2009

Natalie Y. Moore on Race & Suicide


From The Root

Who Was Leanita McClain?
by Natalie Y. Moore

Why an old Chicago story of race, reporting and suicide remains important today.

Years ago, I sat in my public-policy journalism class when a professor circulated a 25-year-old essay that ran in the Washington Post. None of my mostly white peers could read beyond the provocative headline: “How Chicago Taught Me to Hate Whites.”

Only I, the lone black student in the classroom at Northwestern in the late 1990s, defended the writer, Chicago journalist Leanita McClain, who had also graduated from our program. A racist, my classmates called her. She’s so angry, they remarked as they screwed their faces.

McClain, then an editorial writer for the Chicago Tribune, was describing her reactions to the 1983 mayoral race in which Harold Washington emerged as Chicago’s first black mayor. In response to Washington’s victory—just as in the more recent case of a Chicago politician elected “the first”—euphoria had swept over the city as it made history. Initially.

It wasn’t long, though, before embittered white Chicagoans started a racial backlash. In the Washington Post essay, McClain voiced her reaction to the swift and sudden fall from kumbaya: “So many whites unconsciously had never considered that blacks could do much of anything, least of all get a black candidate this close to being mayor of Chicago,” she wrote. “My colleagues looked up and realized, perhaps for the first time, that I was one of ‘them.’ I was suddenly threatening.”

She continued: “Bitter am I? That is mild. This affair has cemented my journalist’s acquired cynicism, robbing me of most of my innate black hope for true integration. It has made me sparkle as I reveled in the comradeship of blackness. It has banished me to nightmarish bouts of sullenness.”

The sullenness and cynicism that McClain expressed were apparently unshakeable. She killed herself in May 1984, less than a year after the controversial Post essay was published. She was 32 years old.

Twenty five years later, Chicago is still a place of de facto segregation, despite the sea of change represented by the election of Barack Obama. I am the same age that McClain was when she wrote that essay working as a black journalist in Chicago. Thankfully, I haven’t experienced the kind of backlash she described. But in many ways, the segregated picture she painted isn’t much different today.

Read the Full Essay HERE

3.14.2009

Chrisette Michele - Epiphany

Brand New from Chrisette Michele; What sophomore slump?

Israel Houghton -

Not a big fan of contemporary Gospel, but this is some next ish!

3.13.2009

Barack Obama as Walter Lee Younger, Jr.


Special to NewBlackMan


Barack Obama as Walter Lee Younger, Jr.
by Duchess Harris

I never thought I’d be able to analyze a presidential election through the lens of the actor Sidney Poitier.

Over the course of the past year, commentary from prominent voices including Robert L. Johnson, the founder of Black Entertainment Television, and New York Times columnist Frank Rich have compared Barack Obama with Sidney Poitier in the film Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner. Sidney Poitier’s screen characters are an apropos way of accessing Obama, but I think Johnson and Rich have the wrong movie.

This presidential election is more like A Raisin in the Sun.

A Raisin in the Sun is a play by Lorraine Hansberry that debuted on Broadway in 1959. The story is based upon her family's experiences growing up in Chicago's Woodlawn neighborhood, a neighborhood similar to the one that Michelle Robinson Obama grew up in.

The experiences in this play echo the lawsuit Hansberry v. Lee, to which the Hansberry family was a party when they fought to have their day in court because of a previous action about racially motivated restrictive covenants (Burke v. Kleiman). The Hansberrys won their right to be heard as a matter of due process of law in relation to the Fourteenth Amendment. The Hansberry case was not bound by the Burke decision, because the class of defendants in the respective cases had conflicting goals.

The plaintiff in the first action was Olive Ida Burke, who brought the suit on behalf of the property owner's association to enforce the racial restriction in 1934. Her husband, James Burke, was the person who sold the property to Carl Hansberry (Lorraine's father) when he changed his mind about the validity of the covenant.

Mr. Burke's decision may have been motivated by the changing demographics of the neighborhood, but it was also influenced by the Depression. The demand for houses was so low among White buyers that Mr. Hansberry may have been the only prospective purchaser available

Barrack Obama is like Lorraine Hansberry’s father, and the American people are like James Burke. After two stock market crashes, White Americans were willing to cast their vote for a Black man to move, not just into a White neighborhood, but into the White House.

In the 1961 film adaptation (the year Barack Obama was born), Sidney Poitier plays the protagonist, Walter Lee Younger. Similar to Obama’s “alternative blackness,” Poitier was born in Miami, Florida, of Bahamian parents. In addition to racial discrimination, he was also hampered even among people of color because of his thick Bahamian accent.

After his first audition, Poitier was told by the director to become a dishwasher. His effort to get rid of his accent resulted in a distinctive speech pattern that became one of his trademarks, along with his piercing gaze and magnetic smile.

When Poitier plays Walter Lee Younger in A Raisin in the Sun, his character is more of a race man than Dr. John Wade Prentiss in Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner. When the residents of all-White Clybourne Park have learned of their new neighbors, they send an emissary to meet with the Youngers to explain the "rules." Mr. Lindner, the representative, carefully disguises his racist attitudes beneath neutral terms ("not rich and fancy people; just hardworking, honest people who don't really have much but those little homes and a dream of the kind of community they want to raise their children in").

These people are like some of the original Hillary supporters who are “hard-working White Americans.” Mr. Linder makes the Youngers a generous offer that Walter Lee refuses. Just like Barack Obama, he decides that his family has a right to a new life, and they will move to Clybourne Park.

Poitier, the Bahamain-American similar to Obama the Kenyan-American, convincingly speaks for the Black American men of the time. Even though Poitier isn’t the descendant of enslaved Africans, he redeems men whose ancestors have been in this country five generations and states that his Black family deserves to move into the White neighborhood because his daddy earned it “brick by brick.”

In real life, Sidney Poitier's most famous quote is, "If you apply reason and logic to this career of mine, you're not going to get very far. The journey has been incredible from its beginning." If that doesn’t explain the Obama presidency, I don’t know what does.

So, guess who’s coming to dinner now?

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Duchess Harris, PhD, is an Associate Professor of American Studies at Macalester College. She is the author of the forthcoming Black Feminist Politics from Kennedy to Clinton and co-editor with Bruce D. Baum of the forthcoming Racially Writing the Republic: Racists, Race Rebels, and Transformations of American Identity. She is also a J.D. candidate at William Mitchell College of Law.

From the Soul Sister Chronicles: Valerie Simpson


from Vibe.com

The Soul Sister Chronicles: Valerie Simpson
(the Women's History Month Mix)
by Mark Anthony Neal

At the height of Motown's popularity in the mid-1960s, some of the song writers and producers were just as famous as the recorded talent. Smokey Robinson wore dual hats, but figures like Holland Dozier Holland and later Norman Whitfield were deservedly major stars in their own right and even more so because of Motown's sheen. It was a competitive environment and the young Nick Ashford and his writing partner Valerie Simpson were undaunted when they signed on to Motown as songwriters and producers in 1966. Indeed the duo had already had Aretha Franklin (who was not quite that Aretha yet) and Ray Charles ("Let's Go Get Stoned") on their resume when they walked into the door.

The rest is history as signature Ashford and Simpson tunes recorded by the duo of Tammi Terrell and Marvin Gaye and Diana Ross are still in regular rotation on the radio, in commercials and on film soundtracks. After leaving Motown in 1973, the duo went on to a distinguished recording career releasing nearly 15 studio albums for the Warner Brothers and Capitol labels culminating with the release of a remix of their most famous single, "Solid" earlier this year in celebration of the presidency of Barack Obama.

Less well known is the solo recording career of Valerie Simpson, who before she and Nick Ashford began their run as Ashford and Simpson, recorded two solo albums for the Motown label. Exposed (1971) and Valerie Simpson (1972) represented the cutting edge of a generation of black women artists that included LaBelle, Betty Davis, and Minnie Riperton (particularly her Charles Stepney produced Come into My Garden) that harked back to the great Blues Women of the 1920s like Bessie Smith, Mamie Smith, Ethel Waters and Ma Rainey--all women who used their music to speak forcefully about the realities of being black women. This was an era that was perhaps best captured by the publication of the Toni Cade Bambara edited anthology The Black Woman (1970).

Read the Full Essay HERE

Queering Hansberry


from The Root

Lorraine Hansberry's Gay Politics
by Kai Wright

Why the 'Raisin in the Sun' playwright's homosexual ties have been straight-washed from black history.

The thing about history is that you don’t get answers to questions you don’t ask. Sally Hemings was a forgotten slave until Annette Gordon-Reed came along. Black soldiers from the Revolutionary War forward were said to play no meaningful role until black scholars ferreted out the facts. And Lorraine Hansberry had nothing to do with the lesbian liberation movement until 1976, when an editor revealed the playwright’s surprisingly radical correspondence on the subject.

Black gays and lesbians have been erased from our community’s history with surprising thoroughness. March on Washington planner Bayard Rustin labored away on behalf of the greater good for decades while having his own humanity shunted by fellow movement leaders. Duke Ellington’s genius writing partner Billy Strayhorn’s contributions have been profoundly obscured. And many of the artists who peopled the Harlem Renaissance have had their queer lives entirely straight-washed.

It’s a terribly consequential trend because it has left too many black people, straight and gay alike, to believe that sexual shame and silence is a long-standing norm in our community. The opposite is true, and Hansberry is a wonderful example.

Read the Full Essay HERE

3.12.2009

The Soul of Ellis Haizlip


from Thirteen WNET-NY

Ellis Haizlip and Soul! History
by Gayle Wald

It’s 1973. An impressively-dressed Ashford & Simpson launch into “Keep It Comin’,” a radiant soul song about the sustaining power of love. As she sings, Simpson raises her arm above her head, the gesture simultaneously a nod to the rhythm and a revolutionary salute. Both she and Ashford are beaming. As the camera pans back from the singers, it becomes apparent that so, too, is the audience. Heads keep time, feet tap gently; the room is softly alive and buzzing, the massed bodies a single unit, riding the song’s unifying and sustaining groove. “Keep it comin. Keep it comin.’”

The warmth and celebratory air of the “Ashford and Simpson” episode was a hallmark of Soul!. From its September 1968 debut to the final episodes in 1973, Soul! provided a stage for a breathtaking array of black cultural and political luminaries, including many performers who had never before appeared on TV. It did so, moreover, in a variety-show format that mixed “high” culture with “low,” well-known names like Sidney Poitier with (then) up-and-coming figures like Stevie Wonder and poet Nikki Giovanni. Most importantly, Soul! was unapologetic about aiming its diverse and self-critical weekly affirmation of black culture and politics to African American viewers, a group that had previously not had the pleasure of seeing itself widely, or truthfully, represented on television.

Soul! was the brainchild of Ellis Haizlip, the first black producer at WNET (then WNDT), who joined the station in the mid-60s. Haizlip was approached by Christopher Lukas, the station’s white director of cultural programming, with the idea of launching an arts program for black audiences. Haizlip developed the notion of a program that would use the variety-show format (familiar from commercial fare such as The Ed Sullivan Show) to display the breadth and variety of black culture. Soul!’s mission would be not merely to entertain African American viewers, but to challenge them to ponder the possible meanings of black culture and black community at a time when African Americans were driving American social transformation.

Read the Full Essay HERE

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Gayle Wald is a professor of English at George Washington University, where she teaches African American literature, popular music and U.S. culture. She is author of Shout, Sister, Shout!: The Untold Story of Rock-and-Roll Trailblazer Sister Rosetta Tharpe (Beacon 2007) and Crossing the Line: Racial Passing in U.S. Literature and Culture (Duke University Press, 2000).

3.08.2009

Herbie Luv!


from The Nation

Chameleon: Herbie Hancock Adapts to Lyrics
By David Yaffe
This article appeared in the March 9, 2009 edition of The Nation.

Last year, at the fiftieth annual Grammy Awards in Los Angeles, just when everyone expected Amy Winehouse to slur her way through another acceptance speech via satellite from London, the award for Best Album of the Year went to Herbie Hancock for River: The Joni Letters, a meditation on the music of Joni Mitchell. Hancock, a Nichiren Buddhist, began his acceptance speech with a chant--"Joni Mitchell, Joni Mitchell, Joni Mitchell"--then quickly changed the subject. What he might have gone on to say is that since he first played with Mitchell in 1979, he has always been attuned to what many have called her "weird chords." But he only recently began paying attention to her lyrics, and with River: The Joni Letters, he belatedly began a full examination of her musical soul. The album attempts to call a truce between virtuosity and popularity--between popular taste and taste itself. In Los Angeles, that truce was a victory for jazz: Hancock became just the second jazz musician in Grammy history to receive the Best Album honor. (The first was Stan Getz, who won for Getz/
Gilberto in 1964.) At the Grammy Awards, jazz musicians often ride in the back of the bus: the Best Jazz Album category is typically relegated to a separate B-list ballroom ceremony that isn't televised. At 67, Herbie Hancock, a tireless barrier breaker, had done it again.

Before his acceptance speech, in a duet with the classical pianist Lang Lang, Hancock performed a "Rhapsody in Blue" that segued from a classical stretch into a Gershwinesque improvisation--an approach consistent with a career pattern that started in 1951 when, as an 11-year-old piano prodigy, he played a Mozart movement with Rafael Kubelik and the Chicago Symphony. By the time Hancock joined Miles Davis's "second great quintet" in 1963--"Nice touch," rasped the typically laconic Davis to Hancock, which meant "You're in"--his eclecticism was insatiable. As generations have passed and rock 'n' roll, funk and hip-hop have drowned out jazz's place in popular culture, Hancock has been neither ashamed nor abashed to test his formidable chops on the latest musical thing. His dance tunes gyrate with adolescent verve; his commercial instincts are often impeccable and just as often shameless.

During the 1970s Hancock played with the Head Hunters, whose name was a racial epithet flipped into a moniker of pride, a gesture that anticipated hip-hop by more than a decade. Hancock and the band gave the world "Chameleon," a song that still belonged to the discos and the streets long after it was released in 1973. It starts with a Moog bass line that doesn't quit, egged on by funky drumming. Hancock wails on the Fender Rhodes, the ARP, the Hohner clavinet. It took a lot of electronic gear to fill in for a piano. Yet Hancock hadn't abandoned his classical touch: taking a simple musical idea introduced by a single instrument (the Moog bass) that swells into a multi-instrumental crescendo, "Chameleon" is a funked-up "Bolero." Behind it all are the trademark "Herbie chords," adding hints of atonality without abandoning melody, embracing lyricism while eschewing sentimentality. Hancock can invoke Debussy and Ravel in his chord structure and still get funky when the mood strikes. Like the lizard of the tune's title, he is an adaptive creature.

Read the Full Essay HERE

3.04.2009

Of Race and Theology: A Book Review


from The Christian Century

Race: A Theological Account
reviewed by Peter J. Paris

J. Kameron Carter's book on race was published in the auspicious year of 2008, when Barack Obama was elected president of the United States. It could not have come at a better time.

Despite its ubiquity in all dimensions of U.S. life, few scholars have explored the theological origins of race as a phenomenon. Carter's approach in his long-awaited treatise on the subject is quite different from what most of his readers might expect. Instead of beginning with a discussion of the European encounter with Native Americans and Africans, Carter begins with the discipline of theology.

Carter is primarily interested in how theology contributed to the process by which humans came to be viewed as racial beings, and thus was a willing ally in the modern project of empire building. He contends that theology reconstituted itself in order to establish race as the defining characteristic of modernity. This shocking claim establishes Carter's argument as a revolutionary critique of theology's affirmation of modernity as a racial project.

More specifically, Carter argues that modernity's racial imagination originated in the process by which Christianity was severed from its Jewish roots. The modern West began viewing Jews as an alien, inferior race and their religion as the nemesis of Christianity. This type of reasoning implied the natural supremacy of white European peoples and the corresponding superiority of Christianity over Judaism. Carter's thinking dovetails to some extent with Cornel West's critical race theory and Michel Foucault's theory of sexuality.

Carter views Immanuel Kant as the theorist who provided the philosophical grounding for modernity as a racialized theological project. By placing white Europeans at the apex of the human order, Carter claims, Kant constructed a worldview that substituted whiteness for the doctrine of creation, a viewpoint that Western theologians readily adopted. Yet Carter fully realizes that the political dimensions of Kant's worldview were set in motion three centuries earlier by both European colonial expansionism in the Americas and the enslavement of African peoples. He concludes that Kant's racial theory is unintelligible apart from those earlier conquests of nonwhite peoples.

Going yet farther back in history, Carter discerns parallels between contemporary struggles against "European whiteness" and Irenaeus's second-century struggle against the Gnostics. Both the Gnostics and modern racists were bent on extricating Christianity from the Jewishness of Jesus; both distorted the theology of God's incarnation in a Jewish body to exemplify the covenantal relationship between the Jews and their God.

In short, Carter sees many similarities between the anti-Gnosticism of Irenaeus and the antiracism of African-American Christianity, as well as similarities between their respective Christologies. Both Irenaeus and African-American Christianity strive to dismiss all notions of Christian supersessionism and to restore God's covenantal relationship with the Jews as the anti-Gnostic and nonracist canopy under which all true Christians should live.

Read the Full Review HERE

3.03.2009

More Rihanna & Chris: A Lawyer's View


special to NewBlackMan

Domestic Violence: A Lawyer's Notes
from Brian Gilmore

Watching the Chris Brown-Rihanna fiasco continue to unfold, I am remembering my days as a lawyer at a local DC law firm where on more than one occasion, I was a lawyer in domestic violence cases. These cases are not my most enjoyable moments as a lawyer but the experience did afford me the unique perspective of working both sides of a domestic violence tragedy: the victim and the perpetrator.

It is important to point out at the beginning that the fact that it is now rumored that Chris Brown and Rihanna are back together is not strange to me; this is typical. I also resist calling Rihanna an "idiot" as some have done already or calling her "foolish" for her alleged decision to accept Brown back into her life. If Rihanna had walked away forever, or if Brown had issued a public apology announcing he was wrong and that he would not approach her ever again, I would have fainted. Domestic violence, and the reasons behind the incidents, and the destructive relationships, is very complex, and needless to say, awfully difficult to understand.

In fact, the fact that Brown was communicating readily with Rihanna almost right away tells me that one critical component was already absent from the case: no stay away order was probably ever entered in the case. This was Rihanna’s first mistake and perhaps a mistake by the authorities as well who should have issued one anyway until they understood what was happening. The stay away order would have let Brown know this is over and this is serious.

Working domestic violence cases is among the most difficult things I have done as a lawyer. This is because ethical obligations rule the day and not your personal feelings about domestic abuse. Domestic violence in America is epidemic and it is especially horrific in the black community. Most of the cases I had involved men attacking women so I won’t engage in fantasy. The issue is further impacted in Black America due to poverty and dysfunctional family arrangements. In other words, the problem is worse than most of us are willing to admit.

If you don't believe it: take a visit to the D.C. Superior Court to the domestic violence daily courtrooms or to the courtrooms set aside for domestic violence in most major cities. It is disturbing the number of cases that are handled each day. Even more disturbing (from a personal standpoint) is that most of the cases where I stood in for the accused, nothing ever happens. The accused gets a slap on the wrist, if that, and the victim goes home sometimes hoping to get back with the accused quickly.

In D.C., domestic violence is assembly line litigation. There are so many cases, the court has set up a system where the accused can agree to the CPO ( a stay away order) and no hearing is held. You can be out of the courthouse in a few hours with that one. The parties consent to a stay away order and all is well again. The judge will read the consent order and then the clerk will announce the next case.

The consent order will reflect the fact that there is no admission of any wrongdoing. The accused must stay away from the victim for one year. This, on many occasions, does not happen.

Sometimes, the accused and the victim have already starting talking again by voice mail, text messages, or through other people. They might be “back together” by the afternoon following the court hearing.

Sometimes the victim, the half careful victims, despite impending reconciliation, get the stay away order anyway just in case their significant other gets violent again. They can then invoke the order and get the person away from them quickly. The really careful people get the order and also insist upon a hearing to put the violence on record.

As for the accused, most of the accused take the consent order without admissions quickly if they can get it. It keeps the evidence of their foul behavior off the record and it might allow them to resume their relationship anew. I suspect that Chris Brown would love it if Rihanna never actually goes on record about anything. If she doesn’t say anything, there isn’t anything except tabloid reports and rumor.

On the other side, representing victims is not easy as well. While it is not necessary usually for a victim to have a lawyer, sometimes they do need one especially if the accused has a lawyer. But the major problem here is usually by the time the case arrives into court, the accused and the victim are cozy again.

In fact, you might file the case or the victim might file the case, and then the accused, receiving the paperwork, will spring into action.

Somehow, they will open the lines of communication again. They might open the lines before the papers calling for them to appear in court to answer the charges are served. Usually, the initial allegations will also include a temporary stay away order that lasts about 2 weeks.

Once the accused receives this order they cannot call the victim but perhaps one of the victim’s friends will call, or a friend of them both, someone might be available to get the couple talking again. This happens all the time and sometimes it is the victim’s parents who feel that the accused, their significant other, is a good person. It doesn’t help that the parents know the accused well.

And this is where the difficulty begins for the lawyer.

The victim, despite the pain and suffering, feels hurt and dumped. They want to reconcile on many occasions. People are telling them not to pursue the case; others are telling them to go all the way. Have a hearing, make a record, show the world what a rat he really is. They are, therefore, torn and a part of them does not want to cooperate while another part wants to make the person pay.

My most difficult task as a lawyer was always to try to get them to follow through all the way and pursue their complaint. Usually, the accused would ask for a continuance to locate counsel. This would buy them time to work behind the scenes.

I hated this part of the cases because to represent a victim is always much more satisfying than representing someone who actually engaged in violent conduct against another. In fact, some of the accused abusers I assisted, were, in my view, individuals who lacked any redeeming qualities.

The court would enter the continuance and would also keep the temporary stay away order in place. The accused could not call the victim or even contact them through anyone. But that didn’t stop the games from beginning, very dangerous games.

The next two weeks would be simply about people putting pressure behind the scenes on the victim to not appear in court in two weeks and let the complaint go away quietly. If you don't appear, the case will die. I have seen men mumble in the hallways letting their former lovers see them hurting (allegedly hurting) for the pain they have afflicted. It is one of many clever moves that men use at the courthouse to stop the wheels of justice. Imagine, the perpetrator seeking sympathy. They probably should seek counseling and treatment for deep seated problems.

But still it would play out. The victim would be told: it was all a mistake. The person didn’t mean it. You don’t want to cooperate; they might throw them in jail and what would happen then. If there are children this is even more complex because the argument is made that the children would lose their father and would also lose any chance at child support if the person was incarcerated.

This, I admit, would be tough but in most cases, it is better to be alone and poor than remain in an abusive, destructive relationship. Children are hardly a reason to go soft on an abuser.

As a lawyer, I would call the victim, my client, every few days and remind them of the court date, and ask them if anyone has tried to get you not to appear. Of course, they would almost always say: “no.” Of course, I knew this was not the case. I would urge them to go all the way.

And days later, in court, when they did not appear, I knew what had happened. Friends and family members had intervened or they had simply decided to forgive the person and let it go. I grew tired of it.

Regardless, I don’t know how many times I have had to advise the court that the victim, my client could not be located and would not appear. On occasion, I was cursed out by associates or parents of clients because I insisted that they come to court. They clearly did not get it. The case would be dismissed and everyone would get back to their lives.

Of course, weeks later, or a year later, the victim would call again and tell me that they had been beaten again, and this time they will go all the way and the cycle would start again. I wish I could tell you that they would go through with the hearings and appear. On occasion, the second incident reported was enough and the woman would ask for a full hearing or at least for the court to enter a stay away order.

Or on the other side, an accused would call because another stay away order had been issued against them. It would be the same person or if you know the system like I know it, it would be your client, the serial batterer, who had beaten a different woman this time, and this time the government wanted to prosecute.

I would refer them to a criminal defense attorney.

Those were the moments that caused me to stop doing domestic violence cases (on both sides). Too many lives lost, too much I could not control, too much drama for this lawyer to understand.

Of course, the Chris Brown-Rihanna saga, like any domestic violence situation, will play out in its own unique way. It is hoped that it does not end like these cases usually end.

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Brian Gilmore, a poet and a lawyer, lives in Takoma Park, Md. He can be reached at pmproj@progressive.org.

3.02.2009

Rihanna & Chris? A Missed Opportunity?


from New America Media


Chris Brown, Rihanna and Reality
by Elizabeth Méndez Berry
Mar 01, 2009

What happened between Chris Brown and Rihanna on February 7 is still unclear, and we will probably never know. What is clear is that relationship violence persists, largely ignored except when photogenic stars are involved.

For black women ages 15 to 29 —Rihanna’s demographic— homicide is the second leading cause of death, after accidents, according to the U.S. Centers for Disease Control and Prevention. A woman’s most likely murderer is her current or former romantic partner.

The problem is widespread: the U.S. Department of Justice recently reported that in 2007 intimate partner assaults on women were up 42 percent. Sadly, the response to Brown and Rihanna reveals why this goes unchecked: more time is spent attacking the individuals than tackling the problem.

On the one hand, some in the media convicted Brown instantly. Presumed guilty in the court of public opinion, he lost lucrative endorsements and radio play. After the story broke on Feb. 9, there was a dominant point of view on two gossip sites with a mainly white female readership. Commentators on TMZ called Brown “a piece of garbage,” “a thug,” and “a vampire.” At PerezHilton: “You cannot take the hood outta these rats. Enough said.”

Other fans launched a ruthless defense of the impeccably packaged good guy via a smear campaign against the self-professed bad girl. On Bossip and Necole Bitchie, two sites popular with African-American women, many argued that a racist media had railroaded Brown. Instead, they tried and convicted Rihanna. Sample comments: “Caribbean women are crazy, she probably cut him." “This is a classic case of B.B.W syndrome BITTER BLACK WOMAN!!! She is straight trying to ruin him."

Read the Full Essay HERE