Morphological Confetti

Red Tails (2012) HD Movie Trailer - Lucasfilm Official Trailer

2012-01-20T16:21:00.000-05:00

I have to go see this film this weekend. As most of us know, the first weekend is the most important. Let us all as Americans go out to see this film. We should support it to be educated, entertained, and to give honor to service members and former service members who have served and given their lives for this country. Happy Friday! Peace~

Photo and Thought from MLK

2012-01-14T10:53:00.000-05:00

"Rarely do we find men who willingly engage in hard, solid thinking. There is an almost universal quest for easy answers and half-baked solutions. Nothing pains some people more than having to think." ~ Martin Luther King, Jr.

Kings of the Evening

2012-01-11T15:08:00.000-05:00

MC Spotlight: Kings of the Evening

2012-01-11T15:06:00.000-05:00

In a time where many African Americans depictions in film are centered on comedy and sex, I found Kings of the Evening (2008) to be aesthetically and immaculately refreshing. It was a simple story with familiar but somewhat complicated characters.

Kings of the Evening is set during the Great Depression in the United States. The film is about Homer Hobbs (Tyson Beckford), a young man who is released from prison just to find that his mother (seemingly his only family) has left town. Suddenly, he has to fend for himself and ends up in a boarding house filled with characters that help make Kings of the Evening a success. Each character has a story which led them to the boarding house, and each found out why they were all led there together.

Its principled approach to filmmaking was like something borrowed from the past. The writers and directors of this film didn’t seem to concentrate on industry standards that are riddled with often offensive scenes and dialogue. Instead, they concentrated on the frailty of human beings, and how it is so important to encourage one another through a kind act or word. It was a descent movie the entire family. The film has a star-studded cast including Glynn Turman, Lynn Whitfield, Bruce McGill, Steven Williams, and Reginald Dorsey.

The film also featured television and stage actors Lou Myers and the upcoming Ms. Linara Washington, who plays the young, troubled factory worker, “Lucy Waters.” I was especially enamored by the Sunday social that features and picks the “King of the Evening.” I’m sure audiences will enjoy every minute.

Overall, this film may go down as a holiday favorite. I hope to see more positive depictions of Africans in America. Besides, as the character Mr. Gamba (Steven Williams) states: “When a man can stand up to the mirror, he can stand up for life.” In the end, I was delighted to find that there were both kings and queens who stood up to mirror. Yes, there was a teardrop. Rent or buy today.

Personal Rating: 8/10
MPAA Rating: PG
A Film By Andrew P. Jones

Harlem Renaissance Poet: Countee Cullen

2012-01-09T22:35:00.000-05:00

Incident

Once riding in old Baltimore,

Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,

I saw a Baltimorean

Keep looking straight at me.

Now I was eight and very small,

And he was no whit bigger,

And so I smiled, but he poked out

His tongue, and called me, "Nigger."

I saw the whole of Baltimore

From May until December;

Of all the things that happened there

That's all that I remember.

Countee Cullen was a leading figure along with others who helped to define the Harlem Renaissance. Countee Cullen suffered high blood pressure and uremic poisoning and died suddenly on January 9, 1946. He was 42. Read more...

Sources: wikipedia, blackfacts.com, and American National Biography Online

Happy Birthday, C.L.R. James

2012-01-04T13:53:00.000-05:00

The Black Jacobins: Toussaint L'Ouverture and the San Domingo Revolution (1938), by Afro-Trinidadian writer C. L. R. James (4 January 1901–19 May 1989), is a history of the 1791-1804 Haitian Revolution.

Sources: Blackfacts.org and Wikipedia.

Dorie Miller: A True Fighter

2011-12-07T13:02:00.001-05:00

On December 7, 1941 SN Doris "Dorie" Miller, a messman on the USS West Virginia (BB-48), downs three Japanese planes in the attack of Pearl Harbor. He was the first African American to be awarded the Navy Cross, the third highest honor awarded by the U.S. Navy of the time. He was also promoted to rank of E-4 or 3rd Class petty officer. On November 24, 1943, Dorie Miller was killed after a torpedo from a Japanese submarine struck the USS Liscome Bay (CVE-56). Miller was a 3rd Class cook on that ship. Miller's parents were on informed of his death on December 7, 1943, which is two before he shot down enemy planes in Pearl Harbor. Read more interesting facts about Dorie Miller...

Sources: Blackfactsonline and Wikipedia

Photo: Autumn Prophet

2011-11-04T17:44:00.002-04:00

This is a photo of a Praying Mantis I saw on my fence on Thursday afternoon. I found it to be so beautiful among the tall grass that I immediately took a picture with my phone. It made the Mantis a bit nervous, but it stood still enough for me to shoot the photo. In some cultures, the spotting a Praying Mantis is said to bring good fortune. For instance, the Bushman of the Kalahari saw it as a divine being. The Khoi San people observed its manner and prayerful pose as meditation and reflection; they saw it as a formidable attribute. Although not directly, It may have something to do with its scientific name, Mantodea, which in greek means "prophet." However, I don't believe such things. Besides, my good fortune comes from the One who created the Praying Mantis. Nevertheless, I did feel fortunate to capture one of God's beautiful creatures on camera. Have a great weekend and don't forget to turn your clocks back. I know I won't. Peace ~

Source: Andrews, Ted. Animal Speak: The Spiritual & Magical Powers of Creatures Great & Small (2009): 10, 342-3.

JET Magazine: Celebrating 60 Years

2011-11-01T16:16:00.001-04:00

Today in African American history, JET magazine launched its first issue featuring the wife of boxing legend Sugar Ray Robinson on the cover. JET magazine was founded on Thursday, November 1, 1951, by John H. Johnson of Johnson Publishing Company in Chicago, Illinois. November 1, 1951, marks a historical day in African American history because a kinship began that would last throughout the 20th century, and it’s doing very well in the 21st century. I cannot think of any other magazine that speaks to the Black experience in America like JET magazine. The magazine’s coverage of the everyday lives and historical events surrounding the lives of African Americans and Africans in the Diaspora continues to be unparalleled.

In fact, besides Rev., Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s “I Have a Dream” speech, all of Stevie Wonder’s music, and Ebony magazine (also of Johnson’s Publishing) I equate growing up as an African in America with JET magazine. Furthermore, JET magazine has also helped to shape my perception of black women with the much anticipated “Beauty of the Week.” As the poet, Langston Hughes, described so eloquently in his poem, Harlem Sweeties, the “Beauty of the Week” featured every woman from a “…Brown sugar lassie” to a "Peach-skinned girlie.”

I was always proud when the model was from the Washington, D.C. area. It was great because JET didn’t highlight the “traditional” Western standard of beauty; instead, it featured the “real” beauties or the quintessential "girl next door."

As JET magazine celebrates its 60th year in publishing, I pray for its continued success as an excellent resource about African American life and culture. I also pray that it continues to present news from an African American perspective; it’s more valuable than many of us may realize. Keep on flying JET. God bless. Peace ~

Sources: jetmag.com, theblackgirlnextdoor.com, blackfacts.org, and Wikipedia
Photo: Jennifer Baszile, author of The Black Girl Next Door.

Headed South to Montevideo

2011-10-25T14:54:00.000-04:00

In November, I will visit the country of Uruguay in South America. This is not a planned trip or vacation; I was invited as part of an effort to introduce students in Uruguay to African American culture. Specifically, I will teach students about the African influence in American culture as it pertains to music. This comes easy to me because it stays near the front of my thoughts; however, my challenge is that most of the students speak limited English. I’m attempting to brush up on my Spanish in an effort to communicate as effectively as possible. Otherwise, I will depend on the universal power of music, and the supreme power of God, who will lead and guide me on this venture.

You may giggle, but I took my time to inform the Morphological Confetti community because I wanted to make sure I had my plane ticket. This entire trip is funded by the arts council, but I had to be perfectly certain that my ticket was in hand. I truly give thanks to God for this opportunity, but I would also like to thank one of my readers in Uruguay (Analia) for mentioning my blog to a group of teachers. She mentioned that my blog, Morphological Confetti, focuses on African American culture and language and the rest is…me getting on a flight to Uruguay in November.

As for Uruguay, its population is mostly of European descent. According to Wikipedia, 95% of Uruguayans are of European ancestry from Spain and Italy. There are nearly 4% of Uruguayans who are of African descent. They are my West African cousins who were brought there as slaves around the 16th century. It is estimated that 30 million Africans were shipped to the Americas, and the 6 million who survived the journey entered mainly through ports such as Buenos Aires, and Montevideo, Uruguay.

I will also enter Uruguay through Montevideo under much better circumstances. I won’t be there long enough to experience the fullness of the culture, but I will soak up as much as possible. I’m particularly interested in Candombe, a rhythmic drum sound that arrived in Uruguay with the Africans. I will give you more once I return – God willing. Peace~

Sources: unique-southamerica-travel-experience.com, candombe.com, wikipedia, and youtube

Frantz and Russell: In Memoriam

2011-10-17T18:56:00.002-04:00

“…If I were asked for a definition of myself, I would say that I am one who waits; I investigate my surroundings, I interpret everything in terms of what I discover, I become sensitive.”Frantz Fanon, “The Fact Of Blackness” Black Skin, White Masks (1952, trans. 1967)

I first heard of Frantz Fanon during my sophomore year at Savannah State College in 1990. I was an English major taking Shakespeare and Dr. Russell Chambers was my professor. We were having a class discussion about the Bard’s play, The Tempest. Dr. Chambers began to discuss the characters, Prospero and Caliban, in relation to what Fanon stated about the slave system in the Americas. Fanon said that the white man that supported this system had the “Prospero Complex.” In other words,“What the colonial in common with Prospero lack, is awareness of the world of Others, a world in which Others have to be respected.”
Chambers stated emphatically that the black man is the “Caliban” of the world. He is seen as the uncivilized brute who only wants to defile Miranda, the daughter of Prospero. Miranda represents the masters prized possession, his white woman. I was impressed!

Dr. Chambers was an interesting man. He was originally from Michigan, but had studied and lived in both Europe and Africa. He seemed to know all there was to know about African/African American literature and black culture across the Diaspora. He could also quote the metaphysical poet, John Donne, or the 16th century French philosopher, Michel de Montaigne. I saw him as a scholar and I admired him a great deal as a professor. “Fanon was a student of the Negritude Movement,” Dr. Chambers would state as he sucked the saliva that was forming around the corners of his mouth. “He was a brilliant young black man from the Island of Martinique!” Dr. Chambers would always become excited when he presented students with new information. He would become quite animated, and it usually caused a giggle or two.

The feelings about Dr. Chambers were mixed because there were students who appreciated his knowledge as a professor and they learned from him. There were others who despised him simply because he was a white man teaching at a historically black college. I feel they were ashamed because someone like Dr. Chambers could tell them more about their own culture than they knew themselves. Nevertheless, Dr. Chambers inspired me to be an independent scholar in training. I graduated from college and started my own quest to find out all I can about Fanon, Stephen Biko, John Henrik Clarke and others that Dr. Chambers taught me about. My degree in English gave me the confidence and understanding to even comprehend what Fanon was saying in his essays. Dr. Chambers is still a professor at Savannah State College (now University) and I am sure that students are still talking about that “stuff” in the corner of his mouth. I am also certain that there are some like me who admire him as a teacher and a scholar. Thanks Dr. Chambers!

Today is Frantz Fanon’s birthday. He would be 81 years old. He died in 1961 at the age of 36 in a Washington, D.C. hospital with complications from Leukemia. Two of his most famous works, Black Skin White Mask and The Wretched Of The Earth were translated into English after his death.Learn more about Fanon and his work by clicking on the title post.

Sources:“The Fact Of Blackness” Black Skin, White Masks (1952, trans. 1967)http://www.raceandhistory.com/
http://www.english.emory.edu/Bahri/Fanon.html

Originally posted: July 20, 2006

Note: Dr. Russel Chambers passed away at his home on Friday, October 14, 2011. I spoke with him just a day before he died. I told him that I would keep in touch after he gave me his email and home number. God rest your soul, Doc.

Arna Bontemps: A Black Man Talks of Reaping

2011-10-13T19:14:00.000-04:00

A Black Man Talks of Reaping

by Arna Bontemps

1902–1973

I have sown beside all waters in my day.

I planted deep, within my heart the fear

that wind or fowl would take the grain away.

I planted safe against this stark, lean year.

I scattered seed enough to plant the land

in rows from Canada to Mexico

but for my reaping only what the hand

can hold at once is all that I can show.

Yet what I sowed and what the orchard yields

my brother's sons are gathering stalk and root;

small wonder then my children glean in fields

they have not sown, and feed on bitter fruit.

Dedicated to my cousin G. Bess; He shares a birthday with Mr. Bontemps on today, October 13th, and he has sown many good things in the time I have known him. I'm certain there was more before we became close; nevertheless, I pray that he reaps a generous harvest. I'm sure that he will only take that generous harvest and sow even more. This is the reason God gives seed to the sower (2 Corinthians 9:10). God bless you G. Peace~

Sources: poetryfoundation.org and wikipedia.
Photo by: Carl Van Vechten, 1938

Autumn Colors

2011-09-21T17:07:00.001-04:00

Stump and a leaf, a photo by Stephen Bess on Flickr.

Autumn...she has always been my muse.

Sunday Dreaming

2011-09-04T16:05:00.000-04:00

Grandmother once told of Sunday afternoons when she could meet with a gentleman -- a gentlemen who was interested in seeing her on a regular basis. This often took place sometime after church and Sunday dinner.

In my active imagination, I envision the two meeting on the front porch on a beautiful Sunday afternoon. Sitting in the swinging chair, the young man told her how pretty she looked in her pretty white dress. He told her how sweet she smelled, and how he wished they could be alone in some place - a place that he would prepare for her someday. He touches her hand and feels the softness of her skin as he runs his fingertips across her delicate knuckles. The moment was so soft and sweet that he becomes drowsy with love. He wishes they could be in that place that he wants for them. They would fall asleep in a passionate embrace just after love has made its escape.

Gospel Music: I'm Alright Now

2011-08-23T16:11:00.001-04:00

This song came to mind after I felt the earth shake here in Maryland today. Either way, it's going to be alright. By the way, this is a church in Williamston, N.C., which is located in Eastern Carolina. Enjoy. Peace~

Marquette Frye and the Watts Riots of 1965

2011-08-11T13:35:00.003-04:00

Over the past week, one cannot look at the news media without hearing something about the riots in London. It's only a matter of time before the people will become frustrated after being mistreated for so long. No, I don't live in London, but I believe the testimonies of the blacks who live there. As an conscious African American [absent the bitterness], it sounds all too familiar. It seems that there needs to be only three elements in place for a riot to ensue: law enforcement, the disenfranchised of the population, and a crowd. I'll repeat -- there are three elements -- It's law enforcement [gunpowder], disenfranchised [fuse], and the crowd [fire]. There are, of course, preconditions that create these bombs that only await the fire. On August 11, 1965 the elements were in place and fuse was lit!

In the 1965 Watts Riots, the disenfranchised man's name was Mr. Marquette Frye. He was 21 years old, a little intoxicated, and completely unaware that his actions would ignite what would become the infamous Watts Riots. Who was to blame for this terrible event? You decide. Nevertheless, this catastrophic event left 34 people dead, 1,032 injured, and 3,438 arrested. The events that would follow Mr. Frye left him in a state of despair. In fact, he changed his last name to Price, his stepfather's name, in order to escape the stigma of that violent day on August 11, 1965. Marquette Frye died a little over 20 years later on Christmas Eve in 1986. He was 42. Some belive he died on the evening of August 11, 1965. Peace in London ~ Read more...

Sources: blackpast.org, Los Angeles Times, Vanderbilt.edu

Life Above All Trailer

2011-08-09T13:16:00.001-04:00

Directed by Oliver Schmitz, this film is set in a rural South African township near Johannesburg.

Now Showing:

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555 11th St NW

Washington, D.C. 20004

7UP or Coca Cola

2011-08-08T22:14:00.000-04:00

I find this photo interesting. I was wondering why there was 7UP on the "Colored" side and Coca Cola on the "White" side. Did African Americans have a choice? I mean, was there a vote whether African Americans favored 7UP during Jim Crow, or maybe Whites prefered Coca Cola? Well, it's probably nothing, but it just makes me think. In fact, the whole separte but (un) equal Jim Crow laws of that time occasionally causes me to go into deep thought. Baffling? I mean, people were just washing clothes. Peace~

Photo: 1965 Laundromat in Edenton NC

Source: North Carolina State Archives and The North Carolina Historical Review/Vol LXXVI/Number 1

King and the Chicago Mob of 1966

2011-08-05T14:13:00.000-04:00

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr’s march in Chicago was met with fierce opposition and violence. Northern cities like Chicago had shown its true colors long before Dr. King arrived, but he would get to experience it first hand.

On Friday, August 5, 1966, Martin Luther King Jr., Rev. Ralph Abernathy and others arrived in Chicago to protest housing discrimination in that city. Reverend Abernathy later reported that they received a worse reception than they had in the South. Their marches, especially the one through Marquette Park, were met by angry, screaming mobs of men and women who were throwing stones and bottles, while shouting curses and racial slurs. Read more…

We are we: The Garifuna of Guatemala

2011-08-04T14:40:00.001-04:00

Thursday Weblog

2011-07-21T18:54:00.000-04:00

Greetings friends and family. Despite the heatwave, I had a chance to get out today. Walked about 3 miles and stopped once at a cooling station [McDonald's for a cup of water]. I sat there for about 10 minutes and proceeded up to Starbucks where I did some proofreading and a bit of writing. In terms of progress, I have finished one piece, and I am organizing the writing and ideas for the other pieces. I've put everything into an outline. I eventually returned home around 3pm and that's when all the distractions started. I have to laugh to myself because distractions are only allowed. We have to give permission to distractions. I chose to be distracted. Pray for me; I need more focus.

Anyway, tomorrow is a new day. If God is willing for me [us] to see another day then I hope to do better. I am going to spend the rest of the evening with my family. Enjoy your evening as well. Peace~

Photo: Statue of writer, Alex Haley, reading to children at the pier inAnnapolis, Maryland USA [by S Bess]

Happy 93rd Birthday Nelson Mandela

2011-07-18T09:40:00.001-04:00

Fort Dupont Park: Regina Belle

2011-07-16T16:43:00.000-04:00

Featuring: The Talented and lovely Ms. REGINA BELLE

Opener: “Smooth” a Luther Tribute

Tonight July 16, 2011 @ Fort Dupont Park in Washington, D.C.

Free Show: 8-10pm

Thursday Thoughts: Consistency

2011-07-14T14:39:00.001-04:00

The weather has been so nice today. I couldn't have planned it better myself. I thank God. He gives us relief from the sweltering heat. Well, today I actually sat down to write. I started by revising a poem that I plan to submit, and then I worked on an outline for my next book. I'm excited about it; I want to share my progress with you as I write. Sharing my progress will keep me motivated. There's something about being transparent. If I don't share my progress with someone, I will only be accountable to myself. However, if I am documenting my progress and sharing it with interested readers, it motivates me to be consistent. Yes, consistency is what I need. It's what I need for every good thing in my life. Anyway, I am finished with my outline and ready to get this off my chest. Don't worry, none of my writing will start with the phrase, "...a dark foggy night." *giggle* Enjoy the rest of your day. Peace~

Wednesday's Forecast: Reflection

2011-07-13T18:01:00.000-04:00

Today was productive in other ways. I didn't get any writing done today, but I attended an informative workshop and cleaned up the office at home. Early this afternoon, I had a cup of coffee as I watched the rain in reflection. Rain has that affect on me; it causes me to think about my life, where I want to go, where I need to go, and where God will lead me. Ultimately, He directs the steps of those who seek Him and I seek Him. Anyway, the rain was lovely as I looked out my door. Now, the rain has stopped and I will soon head to Bible study. Tomorrow, God willing, I will have a post about my progress in writing. Enjoy your evening. Peace~

MC Spotlight: Marcus and the Amazons

2011-07-12T09:59:00.001-04:00

Honeydew – I can just imagine the taste of cold, sweet, Honeydew? In Geoffrey Philp’s latest eBook, Marcus and the Amazons, Honeydew is the drink of choice among the Formicas and the Amazons. The Formicas and the Amazons represent the two main groups in an insect society consisting of Formicidaes and Aphids. Marcus and the Amazons explores the theme of oppression and the effects it has on the oppressed population, who have, in some ways, come to accept it as a way of life. The story focuses on the oppressed Formicas who are ruled by the larger and more numerous Amazons.

The protagonist of the story, Marcus, returns from the forest to save his captured love, Amy, and the lives of his fellow Formicas. However, Marcus is met with violent resistance from the mean Queen Victoria of the Amazons and her cruel crony, Captain Bull O’Grady. The story is universal. There are many examples in history where one group oppresses another. For instance, the captain of the Amazons, Bull O’Grady, brought to mind the openly racist commissioner of Birmingham, Alabama during the 1960s Civil Rights movement, Bull Connor. I also easily connected our hero, Marcus, to past heroes such as the American Civil Rights leader, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., former South African President, Nelson Mandela, and the National Jamaican hero, Samuel Sharpe.

Marcus and the Amazons can be fantastic teaching tool for the classroom. The story is an ideal platform for many classroom discussions such as the effects of oppression, war, prejudice, racism, politics, and unity to name a few. For smaller children, it addresses themes such as friendship, loyalty, and kindness. It also raises important questions that are typically overlooked in today’s individualistic and passive society. However, the story also shows that all is not lost, and there is still time to correct the wrongs that exist. The Queen of the Formicas, Queen Amy, asked the most poignant of questions, “…do you have the courage to change?” I believe we do. In fact, let us all come together in peace. We can discuss these important issues of the day, as we sip from a cup of cool, delicious, honeydew. It would be a sweet start.

Photo: Fire Fly at Dusk by S. Bess
About the Author: Geoffrey Philp is the author of the novel, Benjamin, My Son and six poetry collections: Exodus and Other Poems, hurricane center, Florida Bound, xango music, and Twelve Poems and A Story for Christmas. He has also written a book of short stories, Uncle Obadiah and the Alien; a play, Ogun's Last Stand, and a children's book, Grandpa Sydney's Anancy Stories, Who's Your Daddy? and Other Stories in 2009, and Dub Wise. Check out Geoffrey's blog and find out more about his work and other Caribbean writers.

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South Jersey weekend

2011-07-12T09:18:00.000-04:00

I had such a long, but enjoyable weekend. My wife and I went to conference in Atlantic City, New Jersey. It was a great conference and also quality time with my wife. We strolled the AC Boardwalk until we were tired and eventually came back to Maryland. We got back home a little before 5 A.M., went to sleep and got up 3 hours later for church. We were tired, but we needed some church after hanging out in South Jersey. Church was wonderful! I'm so happy we didn't miss. Overall, the weekend was a blessing. By the way, if you are ever in Atlantic City along the Boardwalk watch the Seagulls. They are gangster! They will literally snatch food out of your hand. Enjoy your day. Peace~

Friday Summary

2011-07-08T21:27:00.000-04:00

I am reading Geoffrey Philp's book, Marcus and the Amazons; so far, it's a great story. I hope to finish it this weekend. I had to cut my pleasure reading short to run errands and prepare for my weekend. I'll tell you all about the weekend when all is said and done. Overall, I'm not proud of my days work. It was a lackluster beginning, but I'm hopeful. Enjoy your weekend. Peace~

Frederick Douglass and his Winning Smile

2011-07-08T12:08:00.000-04:00

Who knew that Frederick Douglass had a great smile? Whenever I think of Slaves or Freedman, I think of individuals who have been mistreated and worn. However, this is not true. Read this description of Frederick Douglass around the time of this death:

His appearance on the platform was imposing. His height was over 6 feet and his weight was fully 200 pounds. His complexion was swarthy rather than black. His head was covered with a great shock of white hair. A large head, low forehead, high cheekbones, and large mouth, with gleaming white teeth, were some of the noticeable characteristics of his appearance. As a speaker he was characterized by his earnestness. He made but few gestures and used simple language.

My thoughts and imagination:
As I look at his face, I imagine him in a happy moment smiling or laughing. Looking at his eyes, I can imagine that is eyes are barely visible depending on how wide his smile. I imagine him at his most joyful times laughing until he is brought to tears. I imagine him as a human being.

Source: Author unknown. (1895, February 21). Death of Fred Douglass. The New York Times. http://www.nytimes.com/learning/general/onthisday/bday/0207.html

Goals for the Month of July

2011-07-07T19:15:00.000-04:00

Hey folks. Sometimes, it is good to get back to good old journaling or blogging. I started blogging 6 years ago, and it has been more than rewarding in so many ways. For the month of July, I will posting my daily progress on my summer work. Also, I will, on occasion, do my regular post on history and culture. This is in an effort to encourage myself to create and execute the goals I purposed in my heart; they were the goals I promised myself back in May. Anyway, I am holding myself accountable. Discipline, I feel, is learned and practiced; I'm on the path. Well, I hope you all have a very nice evening. Please come and visit. I will need your encouragement. Be also encouraged. Peace~

Mother King: In Memoriam

2011-06-30T19:15:00.001-04:00

On June 30, 1974 Mrs. Alberta Williams King, mother of slain Civil Rights leader and activist, Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., was shot and killed during a Sunday morning church service at Ebenezer Baptist Church in Atlanta, Ga. Mother King was at the organ playing “The Lord’s Prayer” when the shooting occurred. Deacon, Edward Boykin, was also killed in this violent attack.

The assailant, Marcus Wayne Chennault Jr., an African American from Dayton, Ohio, was later convicted and sentenced to death. That sentence was upheld for many years and later changed to life in prison at a state prison in Jackson, Georgia. On August 3, 1995, only two months after his sentence was changed to a life sentence, Chennault suffered a stroke, never regained consciousness and died. He was 44. Although Mother King's death is rarely mentioned or remembered in the media, she must be remembered as not only a mother of one of the greatest leaders in the 20th Centurty, but for her supporting contribution to the civil rights struggle and the Kingdom of God. Peace~

Sources: Blackfacts.org, Jet magazine, and The New York Times

James Weldon Johnson: Why We Sing

2011-06-17T10:40:00.000-04:00

James Weldon Johnson, educator, lawyer, diplomat, songwriter, writer, anthropologist, poet and activist, was born June 17, 1871 in Jacksonville, Florida. Mr. Johnson is perhaps better known for his contribution as a songwriter [along with his brother, Rosamond Johnson] for what was adopted as the Negro National Anthem Hymn, Lift Evr'y Voice and Sing (1900); however, he was also a major contributor to the Harlem Renaissance as a novelist and poet. The most popular of his literary contributions includes Autobiography and Ex-Colored Man (1912) and the poetic collection of sermons, God's Trombones (1927). He also wrote a wonderful autobiography, Along This Way, which chronicles his life and journey as a remarkable human being and a major contributor to what we know today as African American heritage. He is not often talked about in history class, but he is one of the main reasons that African Americans have a history that can be expressed in song. Mr. Johnson died on June 26, 1938 when the car he was in struck by a train in Wiscasset, Maine. He is truly unsung, but not forgotten. Thank you Mr. James Weldon Johnson.

Sources: youtube, and thefamouspeople.com

Honoring Ms. Hattie

2011-06-10T12:00:00.002-04:00

Happy Birthday to the late Academy Award winning actress, Hattie McDaniel, born June 10, 1898 in Wichita, Kansas, to former slaves; she was the youngest of 13 children. Although Ms. McDaniel has starred in many films, she is best known for her role as a Mammy in Gone with the Wind (1939). Ms. McDaniel won the prestigious Academy Award for her role as best supporting actress; in fact, she was the first African American to win the Academy Award.

Despite the menial roles given to African American actors and actresses at the time, Ms. McDaniel made the best of these roles and gave them a uniqueness and meaning that positioned her as a trailblazer for those to come. Ms. McDaniel was also a professional singer-songwriter, comedian, stage actress, radio performer, and television star. She was definitely a woman of many talents. Ms. Hattie died October 26, 1952 from breast cancer. She was 57.

In 2010, African American comedienne and actress and Academy Award winner, Mo'Nique of the Mo'Nique Show and film, Precious 2009, purchased the rights to Hattie McDaniel’s life story; she is also set to portray the late actress in a film adaptation directed by Lee Daniels. She purchased the story because she admired McDaniel for her courage against all the odds as a black woman in America in the early 20th Century. I take my hat off to native Marylander, Mo’Nique, for honoring a woman who many have purposely tried to forget. I’m looking forward to Hattie mcDaniel’s story. I am certain that Mo'Nique will do a wonderful job. She is in her own right destined for more greatness. Peace~

Happy Birthday Gwendolyn Brooks

2011-06-07T13:20:00.001-04:00

Happy Birthday to late, Gwendolyn Brooks, an excellent poet and extraordinary woman. I will always be inspired by her poetry. I recently shared one of my favorites, We Real Cool, with a group of college freshman. It was interesting to hear their interpretations. Again, Happy Birthday Ms. Brooks. At this moment, I am Jazzin’ June, but in a positive way. Thank you for your creative concern and poetic protest...

Above Artwork by: Dirk Hagner [Gwendolyn Brooks, woodcut, 40 x 22.5 inches, hand printed on washi]

Book by Gwendolyn Brooks:

Curtis Mayfield - People Get Ready - #8

2011-06-03T12:49:00.000-04:00

Happy Birthday to Mr. Curtis Lee Mayfield born on June 3, 1942 in Chicago, Illinois. Mr. Mayfield grew up in the famed [now demolished] Cabrini Green Housing projects in Chicago. Despite his humble beginnings, he rose to international fame as a singer, songwriter, producer, and all around entertainer. He is better know as the lead singer for the singing trio, The Impressions. He also known for his contribution to the Blaxploitation cinema of the 1970s.

On August 13, 1999 Mayfield was injured and paralyzed after lighting equipment fell on him during an outside concert in Wingate Field, Flatbush, Brooklyn, New York. The accident left him unable to play guitar and he was confined to a wheelchair. Nevertheless, Mayfield continued to write and make music until his death on December 26, 1999 due to complications from his paralysis. He was living in the Atlanta metro area at the time of his death. Curtis Lee Mayfield kept on pushing until the very end. His music and voice are legendary, and he will be remembered by many as a true soul man. Enjoy the video and take heed to his words. Peace~

Fort Dupont Summer Concert Series 2011

2011-06-02T08:24:00.001-04:00

The 2011 Fort Dupont Summer line up is here! It's really too bad that Roy Ayers has not been featured in recent years. He was the one who everybody wanted to see at the end of the summer series. His cd, Mahogany Vibe, features a song named after the park. The song has a nice groove and a Go-Go vibe that is popular in the DC area. Anyway, I hope to see you at the park this summer.

Come DC, VA, Baltimore, Delware, everywhere!
2011 lineup:

July 9
The BOYS & GIRLS CLUBS (T.A.P.)
featuring special guest artist CHELSEY GREEN,
and a “ Soul Review”

July 16
REGINA BELLE
Opener, “Smooth” a Luther Tribute

July 23
The MANHATTANS
featuring GERALD ALSTON & BLUE LOVETT
Opener, Marvin Brown

July 30
ZAPP
Opener, Teri S

Aug. 6
The BARKAYS
Opener, FrameWerk

Aug. 13
MANDRILL

The National Negro Convention of 1835

2011-06-01T13:48:00.001-04:00

Prior to 1835, many African Americans, both free and enslaved, had some semblance of connection with their African ancestry. However, on June 1, 1835, The 5th National Negro Convention met in Philadelphia urging blacks to abandon the use of terms "African" and "colored" when referring to "Negro" institutions, organizations, or themselves. Institutions like African Methodist Episcopal church kept the word “African” in their name, but many places removed the word “African” from schools and other public buildings.

This denial of Africa continued until Liberia became an independent republic in 1847. This caused many African Americans to reexamine their position on Africa; therefore, there was a resurgence of African pride and support for the new republic.

However, if one looks at the history of African Americans through the Civil War and the Civil Rights movement, they would notice that pride for African ancestry declined among African Americans in the United States. It safe to say that this sentiment towards Africa reached a level of abhorrence among African Americans largely due to negative images perpetuated by the American press during the 19th and 20th centuries. In this 21st Century, the vicious cycle continues as we sit in our homes plucking our red, white, and blue flower while repeating, “I love my African ancestry…I love my African ancestry not."

Sources: Blackfacts, and Songs of Zion: The African Methodist Episcopal Church in the United States and South Africa, UNC Press Books, 1998
Image: Blacklist pub

Memorial Haiku

2011-05-29T19:13:00.001-04:00

Memorial Haiku

Memorial Day in 1988/
Just finished my tour of duty/

Life lessons begin

I Waited For You - Miles Davis

2011-05-25T11:39:00.001-04:00

Happy Birthday Miles Davis. He would 85 years old today. Here's a soothing tribute.

Toussaint L'Ouverture

2011-05-20T11:13:00.002-04:00

Art by: Thomas Bess Jr.

Happy Birthday, Pierre-Dominique Touissant L'Ouverture, born May 20, 1743. Toussaint L'Ouverture was the leader of the Haitian Revolution. His victory in Haiti inspired Africans in the Diaspora to fight for their rights as human beings. Many revolts and insurrections would follow all over the world. Read more of what happened in 1795...

15-Year-Old Graduates From The University of Baltimore

2011-05-18T17:04:00.003-04:00

This is a great story about an exceptional young man, Ty Hobson-Powell. I already want to make his first name his initials, T.H. Powell. It just sounds great for the history books. I'm sorry, but this makes me so excited; this brings me so much joy. Out of all the negative press that we get in the media concerning young African American men, this is so refreshing. I pray that God protects this young man and take him to new heights - far beyong what he can imagine. By the way, a special kudos to his parents, family, and community because it takes a village. Press on Ty. Press on. I wish you all the success that God can give. He gave you that talent for a reason -- His purpose. Check out the video.

Photo source: qcitymetro.com

Lingering question from Longfellow

2011-05-15T18:24:00.001-04:00

The Slave Singing at Midnight

By: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Loud he sang the psalm of David!

He, a Negro and enslaved,

Sang of Israel's victory,

Sang of Zion, bright and free.

In that hour, when night is calmest,

Sang he from the Hebrew Psalmist,

In a voice so sweet and clear

That I could not choose but hear,

Songs of triumph, and ascriptions,

Such as reached the swart Egyptians,

When upon the Red Sea coast

Perished Pharaoh and his host.

And the voice of his devotion

Filled my soul with strange emotion;

For its tones by turns were glad,

Sweetly solemn, wildly sad.

Paul and Silas, in their prison,

Sang of Christ, the Lord arisen.

And an earthquake's arm of might

Broke their dungeon-gates at night.

But, alas! what holy angel

Brings the Slave this glad evangel?

And what earthquake's arm of might

Breaks his dungeon-gates at night?

Haiku # 9

2011-04-08T19:38:00.000-04:00

Today I saw God

kiss winter's bitter, red cheeks

with spring's warm tu-lips

Hateful Fact

2011-03-01T17:49:00.000-05:00

Interesting fact: In 1780, Pennsylvania became the FIRST state to abolish Slavery in America. In 2010, the Southern Poverty Law Center identified 36 hate groups in the state of Pennsylvania; It's the seventh highest in the nation. In the United States there are 1,000 identified hate organizations. In the end, Pennsylvania is a great state to visit, but I just wanted to share this for the sake of information and history. Now, you can Smile. Peace~

Sources: blackfacts.com and thetimes-tribune.com

Marvin Gaye 'What's Happening Brother' Soul Soldiers video

2011-02-25T11:37:00.001-05:00

Biography: Need to Know: Frederick Douglass

2011-02-14T19:31:00.000-05:00

Evangeline Kirigua: Liberation of Me

2011-01-29T16:03:00.003-05:00

Liberation of Me is the new poetry collection from writer and poet, Evangeline Kirigua. Kirigua is a native of Kenya; her poetry collection touches on the time growing up in Kenya, and Kirigua's relationship with her family. It also talks about love, deception, and heartbreak, or to state in plainly, Liberation of Me talks about LIFE. The poems are universal because each of us has experienced these moments in our lives.

The book opens with the poem, “I Say, Not Now.” This poem simply talks about the daily struggles and decisions we make in every day living, such as whether we should pick up the phone or go back to sleep. It talks about work, dirty laundry, and the weariness that we sometimes experience when life becomes overwhelming. Kirigua does a great job by taking the most mundane activities in our daily lives and turning it into a beautiful collection of words – poetry.

There are other poems that talk about life in the African Diaspora like “A Child of Two Worlds.” If you are a student of literature and history, this poem may remind you of W.E.B Dubois’, The Soul of Black Folk, where he speaks of the duality that exist in the minds and souls of [some] African Americans. In it states, “One ever feels his two-ness – an American, a Negro; two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body…” Dubois’ words from his poignant work best describe the contents of Kirigua’s poem. This is one to read.

I am certain there are other poems that will peak your interest as well. Simply put, Liberation of Me consist of poems dealing with everyday life and living, but these poems expressed in such a creative and meaningful way that it may change the way that you look at your everyday life. Evangeline Kirigua's book does just what the title suggest – it changes the way we see life. I enjoyed looking through the lenses of Ms. Kirigua. It made life so much more interesting.

About the author:

Evangeline is a teacher and translator of English and Swahili. She is a devoted mother of a son and daughter. She is an avid reader and she loves learning new languages. She lives in the Maryland suburbs just outside Washington, D.C.

Willie Bobo-Fried Neckbones and some home fries

2011-01-26T18:34:00.001-05:00

Getting ready for dinner with Willie Bobo. The only difference is that I call em' "Slick Bones." Check out Mr. Bobo.

Ghetto Snow

2011-01-26T17:14:00.004-05:00

Ghetto Snow

The snow would fall

as it covered the alleyway with no delay

The snow would fall

Filling in the cavities of my urban decay

Photo source: Dark Cold Alleyway by Denis Tangney Jr
This poem is featured in Liquid Lunch:

Thomas Bess jr ~ Welcome to Goldwood

2011-01-20T17:48:00.001-05:00

My brother, Thomas is getting ready to launch a new cd. Here is the intro from YouTube. Check it out.

Acrostic King

2011-01-17T10:19:00.001-05:00

Martin Luther King Jr. (January 15, 1929 – April 4, 1968)

M - Montgomery

A - Arrested

R - Resisted

T - Transformed

I - Insisted

N - Nonviolence

George Washington Carver Day

2011-01-05T11:30:00.000-05:00

"When you do the common things in life in an uncommon way, you will command the attention of the world.” ~ George Washington Carver (January 1864 – January 5, 1943)

George Washington Carver was an American scientist, botanist, educator, inventor, poet, and a painter. Carver was one of the key figures we would learn about during Black History month. Carver, along with images of Martin Luther King, Jr., and Booker T. Washington were constant images on the classroom bulletin board throughout my elementary school years. As a youngster, I felt that Carver was brilliant in his discoveries of the peanuts, sweet potatoes, and soybeans just to name a few. He came up with hundreds of alternative uses for these common products, and changed the South from a one-crop land of cotton to a profitable multi-crop land.

It is safe to say that George Washington Carver helped to save the economy in the South – a region of the United States that, at the time, had not given even half the basic human rights to African Americans. Carver also did not make the potential thousands of dollars that he could have made from his inventions. He felt that God and Science were one because God is the inventor of all things. When asked why he never sold his ideas and inventions he replied, “God gave them to me…how can I sell them to someone else?” Carver also felt that Jesus Christ was the answer to race relations in the United States. In the end, those who followed his work took full advantage of his discoveries and inventions, but ignored his remedy for social ills through Jesus Christ. Find out more about this great inventor who was dubbed the "Black Leonardo." Peace~
Sources: invent.about.com, wikipedia
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The Emancipation, New Year, Haitian Independence Celebration

2011-01-01T13:14:00.002-05:00

January 1st has various meanings for different people and nations. If you are a person of African descent living in America, it is the day that President Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865) signed the Emancipation Proclamation into law. That law granted immediate freedom to the enslaved in the Rebellion. I imagine that it was a day of great celebration, excitement, trepidation, and finally, uncertainty.

In the years before the proclamation, it was the time after Christmas, and slaves were usually cotton “ginning,” which is the process of separating the lint from the seed. For some slaves, January was also called “Heartbreak Day” because it was the day when fathers, sons, daughters, or mothers were hired out by the master to do contract work on other plantations.

Today, it is a celebration of the New Year – a new beginning and opportunity to start fresh with a new slate. However, we must never forget the struggle of our African ancestors. They struggled and they prayed so that we can have a better reason to celebrate the New Year. On the campus of Hampton University, a historical black college in Hampton, Virginia, stands the Emancipation Oak. The Emancipation Proclamation was read under this majestic oak (pictured above) on that day in 1863; it remains a symbol of resiliency.

My prayer is that America as a nation will begin to come to terms with that day because many are not even aware of the date or month of the proclamation. We must know the history, teach it to the young and old of every age group, and find a way to move forward together as a nation.

Happy Emancipation Day, Happy Independence Day for Haiti, and Happy New Year! God bless America. Amen.

Sources: Christmas-celebrations.org, Wikipedia, Tombee: Portrait of a Cotton Planter : With the Journal of Thomas B. Chaplin (1822-1890)

Cut and Paste Dunbar: Compensation

2010-12-23T20:38:00.001-05:00

Book on subject: Give Us Each Day: The Diary of Alice Dunbar Nelson

"The Singing Slave" - Brother Gene Martin

2010-12-20T18:54:00.001-05:00

Carter G. Woodson

2010-12-19T20:47:00.000-05:00

Cater Godwin Woodson, the father of African American History, was born on this day in 1875. Woodson founded The Journal of Negro History (now the Journal of African American History), which chronicles the lives and history of Africans in America. The journal is published four times a year by the Association for the Study of African American Life and History, founded in 1915 by Woodson and Jesse E. Moorland. Carter G. Woodson died on April 3, 1950 in Washington, District of Columbia at the age of 74. Woodson’s contributions and research in African American history and culture is paramount. He is an inspiration to Morphological Confetti, and all who love and research the history of African Americans. God bless his soul.

Photo and source: Association for the Study of African American Life and History and wikipedia

Geoffrey Philp: Dub Wise

2010-12-08T11:49:00.001-05:00

Jamaican poet, novelist, and playwright, Geoffrey Philp has recently released his collection of poetry, Dub Wise. I really enjoyed reading this collection of poetry. Although I do not have a vast knowledge of reggae or Dub music, I was able to relate to Philp’s words. In fact, in reading Dub wise, I felt as if I was privy to the vivid imagination of a quilt maker. Geoffrey Philp has woven together everything that represents his heart and his perception of the world dealing with spirituality, existence, love, and family. Yes, acrostically, this spells “SELF.” I threw that in just to be clever, but he also explores identity in the poem,“Red.”

The opening poem, “Father Poem,” talks about a father who comes home. While reading this poem, I wondered if this was a daily routine, or was the father coming home from a long journey. The poem ends talking about the reaction of the children as the father pulls into the driveway. There is likely more to the poem, but this is what stood out in my mind. I imagined the father, the children, and the excitement of daddy coming home. I felt this was a wonderful piece.

The poem “Tallahassee 2005” was wonderful in its historical references and imagery, which reminds me, I came across a few poems in Dub Wise that caused me to Google unknown words or phrases. In other words, it is a great teaching tool; I would definitely use it in the classroom on a secondary/collegiate level. There is another poem “BODHISATTVAS,” which focused on the heroic efforts of firefighters during the tragic event of 911. I learned a great deal in reading Dub Wise.

By the way, I loved the title poem, “Dub Wise,” and I enjoyed the poetry written in Jamaican patwa like “Ode to Brother Joe” and “Mule Train.” If you like a little eroticism, Philp tastefully turns up the heat in the poem, “Sunday Homily.” Yes, there is something for all of us. I guarantee that you will find "S.E.L.F" in one of these poems (being clever).

Get yourself a copy of Dub Wise. The poetry is rhythmic, stylish, and thought provoking. Like Jamaica’s reggae music, it has the ability to instruct and delight simultaneously. It is a celebration of life, family and Jamaican culture.

About the Author: Geoffrey Philp is the author of the novel, Benjamin, My Son and five poetry collections: Exodus and Other Poems, hurricane center, Florida Bound, xango music, and Twelve Poems and A Story for Christmas. He has also written a book of short stories, Uncle Obadiah and the Alien; a play, Ogun's Last Stand, and a children's book, Grandpa Sydney's Anancy Stories, and Who's Your Daddy? and Other Stories in 2009. Check out Geoffrey's blog and find out more about his work and other Caribbean writers.

DC Black Arts Movement: Harlem Connection

2010-12-04T12:35:00.003-05:00

Are you aware of the significant contribution that Washington, D.C. made to the Black Arts Movement (Harlem Renaissance) of the 1920's? It was 1923 and the wounds of slavery were still infected. A movement to showcase the resilience and creativity of a people was just the thing to help in the healing process. Two Washingtonians come to mind when I think of Washington, D.C. during the Renaissance and they were composer, Jazz pianist, and bandleader, Edward Kennedy "Duke" Ellington and writer, Jean Toomer. I am especially proud of Duke Ellington because he formed a group in 1923 called the Washingtonians that stormed Harlem that year. The name of the group was not especially creative, but it certainly showed that the Duke's heart was still in Washington. Duke and his band eventually landed a gig in the famous Cotton Club on December 4, 1927. Their popularity soared afterwards and secured them a place in Jazz history.

In 1923, Jean Toomer impressed the literary world that year with his publication, Cane. This mixture of poetry and prose based on his experiences in Georgia and Washington, D.C. had instant success. There was also a young lady at that time by the name of Gwendolyn B. Bennett (1902-1981). She had also spent a significant time in Washington before moving to Harlem. Her poem, Heritage was published Crisis magazine. I came across her name after doing a search on "little known writers of the Harlem Renaissance."
I found her poetry to be heart felt and very lyrical. This is my favorite:

To A Dark Girl
by: Gwendolyn B. Bennett

I love you for your brownness,
And the rounded darkness of your breast,
I love you for the breaking sadness in your voice
And shadows where your wayward eyelids rest.
Something of old forgotten queens
Lurks in the lithe abandon of your walk
And something of the shackled slave
Sobs in the rhythm of your talk.
Oh, little brown girl, born for sorrow's mate,
Keep all you have of queenliness,
Forgetting that you once were slave,
And let your full lips laugh at Fate!

Photo: Heritage Trail poster on U Street by S. Bess

Aunt Juanita Bruce

2010-12-02T13:31:00.002-05:00

She was grandma's older sister. I called her Amanita. She was born and raised in Washington, D.C. Grandma once described her as the "party" sister or at least the more adventurous one. She hit all of the hot spots as a young woman in DC during the 1940’s. Her favorite hang out spots were places like, The Howard Theater and bars like The Casbah on U Street. She would outgrow the DC scene and move to Chicago sometime in the 1950’s. She lived on the South Side of Chicago for almost 20 years before moving back to DC in the late 60’s. By the time I came along, Amanita had lived most of her life. She settled down into an apartment on E street in Northeast DC. In fact, her apartment was right across the hall from my grandmother’s place.

Amanita would get me dressed every morning for school when I began kindergarten at Gibbs Elementary in 1972. She would fuss and tug as she tried to get me ready for school in the morning. I would always asked her for some pickles because I could smell them on her breath early in the morning. She would fuss and tell me that she didn’t have any pickles as she put on my jacket to walk me down the street to school. I always wondered why she wouldn’t let me have any pickles?

Eventually, I became old enough to walk to school by myself and Amanita would be on the front stoop everyday when I came home. She would be fussing about something because she was always fussing. Maybe my shirt wasn’t tucked in or I had dirt on my face from recess. She always had a ready thumb full of pickled saliva to wipe away any evidence of dirt. I didn't like that.

In 1979, I was sent to North Carolina for school. I was 12 years old and I only came home to DC during the summer months. Surprisingly, I missed Amanita and all her fussing. I would always go by to see her whenever I came home. She would give me that big, wet auntie kiss and we would catch up on what’s been going on. Well, years passed and Amanita died in 1984 when I was in the 11th grade. For some reason, I wasn’t able to attend her funeral? It took me a week to actually mourn her death. It was one day after school that I began to cry while doing my homework at the dinner table. It was then that I realized how much I loved my Amanita.

In the end, I found out that Amanita’s name was really Juanita. When I was a child I called her exactly what the other children called her, which was "Ama-nita" or "Ama-needa." Now, I realize that they were combining the words Aunt + Juanita = Amaneeda. I also found out that she didn’t eat pickles at all. Aunt Juanita liked her Gin. God bless Amanita.

Run DMC, Jam Master Jay, Kool Moe Dee, and Special K on Friday

2010-11-26T17:35:00.001-05:00

"I am one of the chosen few, so when you need that lift to get you through... all you have to do is say Special K and help is on the way." ~ Special K of the Treacherous Three

Happy Friday everyone. I hope that all of my family and friends here in the states had a wonderful Thanksgiving. I know I did. My wife cooked plenty of good food. Now, I'm relaxing and jamming to some old school Hip-Hop from my generations era -- the 1980s. It was back when I wish I had a "fresh" pair of Cazals to go with my burgundy, suede pumas, and matching burgundy and grey wind breaker. Haa haa! Don't laugh. Back then, it was just good clean fun -- NATURAL FUN! Have a great weekend. ~Peace

Excerpt from "Judge Priest" (1934)

2010-11-19T14:13:00.002-05:00

Stepin Fetchit: Hero or Hinderance

2010-11-19T14:08:00.001-05:00

Comedic actor, Stepin Fetchit, was born Lincoln Theodore Monroe Andrew Perry on May 30, 1902 (maybe as early as 1892). There is little know about Mr. Perry’s early life, but he was born near Key West, Florida to immigrant parents. Personally, this surprised me; the man who would personify the southern jive-talkin’ “coon” was the son of a Jamaican father and Bahamian mother. Until I looked up his info, I had him growing up with Ma Rainey (see: redhotjazz.com/rainey) in Alabama or Mississippi somewhere.

Mr. Perry was better known for his stereotypical, foot shuffling, slow talkin’ – yassa bossin’ character that became synonymous with uneducated blacks in the Southern United States. It appalled and offended many African Americans, while entertaining much of white America. In fact, it entertained white America so much that Mr. Perry became the first actor in history to become a millionaire.

Interestingly, despite all the criticism and accusations for setting black folks back about a hundred years, Mr. Lincoln Theodore Monroe Andrew Perry (AKA Stepin’ Fetchit’) was praised for his part in opening doors for black actors, and notably received the Special Image Award by the NAACP (National Association for the Advancement of Colored People). Also, he was elected to the Black Filmmakers Hall of Fame in 1978. Mr. Perry died from congestive heart failure in Los Angeles on November 19, 1985. He was 83.

Photo source: slate.com
Source info: imdb.com, and redhotjazz.com

Vote Aqui!

2010-11-02T11:21:00.004-04:00

Good morning. I was just at the polls a couple of hours ago. Being a student of history, I couldn't help but think of the struggles many had to go through in order to vote. I especially thought of my own ancestors realizing that many feared for their lives at the mere thought of voting. They had to put up with all sorts of threats and clauses like the Grandfather Clause that was put into place to discourage the African American vote. My grandfather voted in the 2008 presidential election. He was 90 years old at the time, and never "thought that he would ever see a colored president." Sorry Mr. President, he was 90 years old. To him, everyone was either white or colored. Now, my grandfather has gone home to glory, so he left this basic and very important civic duty up to his children and grand children. So, once again, I exercised that right this morning for my grandfather and his grandfather. It felt good. Please vote today. Peace~

Source: Black Past.org

Poetry and Photo: Falling In Love with Autumn

2010-10-15T16:21:00.000-04:00

Falling In Love with Autumn

Today, I saw a cluster of leaves blushing in the breeze.

I thought it was because of my stare,

and obvious admiration of their beauty amidst the trees;

However, I noticed when the cool winds began to blow even more,

the leaves' smooth epidermis would turn more crimson than before.

Then, I knew...

the leaves were falling in love with autumn.

A Moment in the History of Big Bethel F.W.B Church/ Purlie Victoroius

2010-09-28T11:11:00.001-04:00

1961 - "Purlie Victorious"

Purlie Victorious, a farce by playwright Ossie Davis, opened on Broadway on September 28, 1961. Actor and Activist, Ossie Davis, died February 4, 2005. He is survived by his wife, Actor and Activist, Ruby Dee, and son, former actor and Blues singer, Guy Davis.

Paul Robeson and the Birth of a Nation

2010-09-16T20:12:00.005-04:00

September 16, 1933 – The Emperor Jones, starring Paul Robeson as Brutus Jones is released by United Artists Film Corporation. It is the first time that an African American is starring in a major Hollywood movie role with whites in supporting roles. Paul Robeson continued to entertain audiences for years after The Emperor Jones with his famous baritone voice. He was also an human rights activist known all over the world.

Ironically, almost two decades before The Emperor Jones, one of United Artist Founders, D.W. Griffith, became famous when he directed and released the controversial film, The Birth of a Nation in 1915. The film depicted African Americans as deceitful, murderous, savages, while he made the Ku Klux Klan the heroes of the film. The film had wide success, but met resistance from the NAACP, who mobilized protest of the film before its release.

Sources: naacp.org, wikipedia, paulrobesonfoundation.org, and blackfacts.com
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Today in Black History: The African Poetess

2010-08-25T10:43:00.006-04:00

Lucy Terry Prince (c.1730-1821) was born in West Africa around the year 1730. Lucy was stolen from West Africa as an infant and brought to the British Colonies (United States today) where she was owned by Ebenezer and Abigail (Barnard) Wells of Deerfield, Massachusetts; she was five years of age. In 1756, Lucy was joined in marriage to a free African American name, Abijah Prince. Lucy and her husband lived for a time in a house built on the Wells' land at the eastern end of the property. There are some scholars who believe that Lucy's husband, Abijah Prince, purhased her freedom in 1756. Nevertheless, the young couple left the Wells home and settled in Vermont. God blessed them with six children.

Lucy Terry is credited with being the author of the poem, "The Bars Fight," describing the last Indian attack on residents of Deerfield on August 25, 1746. "The Bars Fight,” is the earliest known work of literature written by an African in America. The poem was first published in 1855 in Josiah Holland's, History of Western Massachusetts. Please visit this link to read "The Bars Fight" and to learn more about the life of The African Poetess, Lucy Prince Terry.

Photo and information source: memorialhall.mass.edu, blackfacts.com, wikipedia, and gibbsmagazine.com

Book on Subject:
Lucy Terry Prince, Singer of History: A Brief Biography

Today in Black History: Pulling for Education

2010-08-10T13:35:00.002-04:00

In March of 1835, 28 white students and 14 black students began classes at the newly established Noyes Academy in Canaan, New Hampshire.

On August 10, 1835, white residents of Canaan, New Hampshire, with the help of residents of neighboring towns and "nearly one hundred yoke of oxen," forcibly removed Noyes Academy from its foundation. They pulled the school to a swamp just outside of town.

Photo: Old school house in Williamston, NC.
By: S Bess
Sources: blackfacts.com and wikipedia.org
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National Women's Day in South Africa

2010-08-09T10:13:00.002-04:00

On August 9, 1956, women participated in a national march to protest pass laws -- legislation that required South African's to carry a document or "pass" on them to prove that they were allowed to enter a white area. Since August 9, 1994, the day has been commemorated annually, and is known as Women's Day in South Africa

The march in August of 1956 was led by Lilian Ngoyi, Helen Joseph, Albertina Sisulu, and Sophia Williams-De Bruyn.

God bless those women and God bless South African women all over the globe. I would also like to thank my courageous wife for her part in the struggle. God bless you my dear - Ke a o rata - I love you.

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Liquid Lunch T-Shirt

2010-07-17T13:45:00.001-04:00

Thanks to Facebook, I've discovered that there are a few people who would like to purchase a tee shirt of my book cover for Liquid Lunch. I've always felt that the image would look great on a tee shirt, but it wasn't until I saw a photo that a friend took of me in New York that I knew for sure. It's a photo of me with my book poster in front of me. The way I was sitting and the angle of my poster board made it appear as if I had on a Liquid Lunch tee shirt -- that's a great idea! So, I decided to make that idea a reality. If you would like to purchase one they will go on sale next week. I will get back to you with pricing as soon as I work out the specifics. As always, thank you for your support and God bless. Peace~

Douglass, Haiti, and the 4th of July

2010-07-01T21:57:00.002-04:00

On this day, July 1, 1889, American abolitionist, author, and orator, Frederick Douglass was named Minister to Haiti. Douglass was appointed by President William Henry Harrison. The appointment lasted for 2 years until 1891. Frederick died four years later at his home - Cedar Hill - in Washington, D.C. in 1895.

"What To The Slave Is The 4th Of July?"
FREDERICK DOUGLASS SPEECH, 1852

Oscar Brown Jr: Bid em in Cartoon

2010-06-23T10:17:00.001-04:00

Sign O' The Times: Fort Stanton Park

2010-06-22T10:30:00.001-04:00

Frederick Douglass (c. 1817-1895)

"Where justice is denied, where poverty is enforced, where ignorance prevails, and where any one class is made to feel that society is an organized conspiracy to oppress, rob and degrade them, neither persons nor property will be safe." -Frederick Douglass

Harriet Tubman (1820(?)-l913)
"I grew up like a neglected weed -- ignorant of liberty, having no experience of it."

Bethune, Mary McLeod (1875-1955)

"The whole world opened to me when I learned to read."

Vick (198_-2006)

Teddy Reads: Rest In Peace (RIP) Vick, we love u.

Note: The teddy bear is a makeshift memorial to someone who was killed near or on that very spot. I've never met Vick, but he represents so many young black men who are murdered on the streets everyday of any city, USA.

MC Spotlight: Poetry by Abiodun Koya

2010-06-17T11:03:00.000-04:00

Sinners

It was 11:48pm on Thursday

two lovers abandoned a home

on a quest for something new

he drove like a hungry lion

she waited like a baby bird

Leaving the city behind them

she caught a glimpse of a cross

he drove straight into the backyard of the church

he tore her dress with his claws

she turned him to the way he was born

it was a long journey into the clouds

aided by sweat, pants and screams

the car felt like a manger

happy to host a new hero

bouncing up and down on the church soil

she looked guilty with sweat all over her

he looked dumbfounded like a trespasser

she saw a statue with a hand stretched forth

he read “come unto me o ye sinners”

© Abiodun Koya
Excerpt from her poetry collection: The Words of a Princess

Short Bio:
Ms. Abiodun Koya is an accomplished lyric soprano from the Southwestern part of Nigeria. Read more about Abiodun on her website: Abiodunkoya.com

Poetry: Remembering Youth Day in South Africa

2010-06-16T09:42:00.000-04:00

Ausi Maria

I imagine a place in the Sun
I look to the east where I
can see her reflection in the south
African drums...
Rhythms, tapping rhythms --
beating hearts of student protest.

Artwork: "Biko '78" oil on board by Stephen Bess

Today in Black History: Fast and Pray

2010-06-02T09:50:00.002-04:00

On this day, June 2, 1899, Black Americans observed a day of fasting. This day of fasting and prayer was called by the National Afro-American Council in protest of the lynching and racial massacres occurring in the United States. Unfortunately, these lynchings carried on through the 20th Century, and there are still reports of hate crimes in this 21st century.

Music/spoken word on subject: Strange Fruit by Billie Holiday, and Black Baby Tears by Stephen Earley Jordan.

Book on subject: Strange Fruit: Plays on Lynching by American Women, and Slavery by Another Name: The Re-Enslavement of Black Americans from the Civil War to World War II
Info source: blackfacts.com
Photo source: latina.com

Umqombothi

2010-05-28T10:03:00.000-04:00

Fort Dupont Park 2010 Summer Schedule

2010-05-26T13:56:00.001-04:00

It just doesn't seem like summer without spending at least one summer evening at Fort Dupont Park in Southeast Washington, DC. It's a beauitful amphitheater and park set in historical Fort Dupont Park. The crowd is always nice and the shows are always a treat. The best thing about it besides the huge friendly crowds is that it is FREE! I've been going since I was a boy and the memories just keep builiding. Check out the 2010 line up listed below:

July 17th
KINDRED THE FAMILY SOUL
Opening: Cops Come Knockin’

July 24th
ROY AYERS
Opening: Brian Lenair

July 31st
“WPFW” NIGHT with HAROLD MELVIN’S BLUE NOTES
Opening: Motown Philly Fantasy Featuring H.A.L.O

August 7th
SUGARFOOT’S OHIO PLAYERS
Opening: Clones of Funk

August 14th
MIDNIGHT STARR
Opening: Be’la Dona

August 21st
SOS BAND
Opening: Kinda Blu

Note: To find out more about what's going on in and around Washington, D.C. visit the National Park Service website at: nps.gov

Alexander Pushkin

2010-05-26T13:39:00.000-04:00

Aleksandr Sergeevich Pushkin was born in Moscow on May 26, 1799. He was first published in the journal The Messenger of Europe in 1814. Aleksandr Pushkin was born in Moscow into a cultured, but poor aristocratic family. On his father's side, he was descended from an ancient noble family, and on his mother's side, he was a great-great-grandson of a black Abyssinian, Gannibal, who served under Peter the Great. Pushkin himself had black hair and dark complexion. Pushkin started writing poetry at an early age, and published his first poem at the age of 14. Pushkin was fatally wounded on February 10, 1837, while defending his wife in a duel. The Russian Czar buried him at a secret location in the monastery near Mikhailovskoye. Today, Russia regards Pushkin as the Father of Russian Literature.

Sources: kirjasto.sci.fi and blackfacts.com

Remembering Grandpa

2010-05-17T11:48:00.001-04:00

Our grandfather has finally passed on yesterday. He walked this earth for over 90 blessed years. He left a tremendous legacy and tons of inspiration for me as a writer. In fact, I dedicated my first book of poetry, Liquid Lunch, to him. The photo, pictured left, was the inspiration behind the book. I love the deliberate stare of young Tom, and the look of anticipation before his first cold sip of beer. I often wonder what they did later when they got off duty. See, my imagination goes wild!

What can I say, he contributed so much to the man I am today. He taught me that a man should always be a man and take care of his family. He didn't say provide because that's left up to the Lord. He taught me how to tie and fix a neck tie. He taught me how to rake, mow, chop, lift, clean fish,etc. Yeah, he taught me just about everything. I take pride in that because he is the man who also taught my father. This causes confusion among my aunts, who sometime think of me as their younger brother instead of nephew. However, I was Tom's "grandboy," and proud of it. I thank God for his life.

I got to see him, last week when we visited him in the hospital. When my wife and I were leaving, we kissed him and told him goodbye. He could barely speak with all the tubes and his difficulty breathing, but I saw his mouth move. He said, "ok." Ok, grandpa. I'll see you in Glory. Thank you for being a great grandfather and a great man. I love you.

Your grandboy,
Stevie

Top 20 sites to learn African American History

2010-05-10T10:42:00.002-04:00

I have great news for Morphological Confetti! It was chosen by onlinedegree.net as one of the 20 best sites to learn about African American History. I have so much passion for the history of Africans in America, so this is quite an honor. To God be the glory. Peace~

Photo source: bowdoin.edu
Pictured above:Romare Bearden, American, 1911-1988, Heavy Freight (from the 12 Trains Suite), 1974, photo etching with hand coloring, Art © Romare Bearden Foundation/Licensed by VAGA, New York, NY

George B Vashon Posthumously Admitted to Pennsylvania Bar that He Was Rejected from in 1847 - BCNN1#more#more#more

2010-05-06T12:49:00.001-04:00

Black Lawyer Posthumously Admitted to Pennsylvania Bar that He Was Rejected from in 1847 - BCNN1#more#more#more

Freedom Ride of 1961

2010-05-04T13:21:00.003-04:00

On May 4, 1961 thirteen Freedom Riders began bus trip through the South to confront the injustices of Jim Crow and racism. It turned out to be a trip they would never forget.

Do you want to ride or die? Is it worth the trip? Can they be that bad? Those are the questions I imagine they asked on that spring day in 1961. Yes, they saw the news reports, and heard testimonies in the training sessions that would prepare them for this trip south. However, there is no experience like experiencing it for yourself:

Photo Sources: NY Times, black past.org, and southern spaces.org

Tax Day with Scripture

2010-04-15T11:08:00.000-04:00

Matthew 22:15-22 (New International Version)
Then the Pharisees went out and laid plans to trap him [Jesus] in his words. They sent their disciples to him along with the Herodians. "Teacher," they said, "we know you are a man of integrity and that you teach the way of God in accordance with the truth. You aren't swayed by men, because you pay no attention to who they are. Tell us then, what is your opinion? Is it right to pay taxes to Caesar or not?"

But Jesus, knowing their evil intent, said, "You hypocrites, why are you trying to trap me? Show me the coin used for paying the tax." They brought him a denarius, and he asked them, "Whose portrait is this? And whose inscription?"

"Caesar's," they replied.

Then he said to them, "Give to Caesar what is Caesar's, and to God what is God's."

When they heard this, they were amazed. So they left him and went away.

Source: Bible Gateway.com

The King Memorial

2010-04-13T12:37:00.003-04:00

In commemoration of the life and work of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., the National Memorial Project Foundation, Inc. is making efforts to build a King Memorial on the National Mall in Washington, D.C. The King Memorial will serve as a reminder that, in the words of King, “Every man must decided whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.” It will remind America and the world that we are still working and fighting for a society that advocates freedom and justice for all.

However, all Americans and all who have shared “The Dream” must do this. Like the Civil Rights Movement that Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. and many others fought to make a reality, it must be a collaborative effort from everyone. Let us think about the future of this country, and about our children who must always know that there were champions of justice and equality. In fact, get them involved by visiting: kidsforking.org. Also, please visit the King Memorial website to see how you can help make the King Memorial a reality. Again, we must all help to “Build the Dream.” Peace~

Photo source: NY Times

Hometown Paper: WHS grad publishes poetry

2010-04-05T14:33:00.005-04:00

By Corrine Luthy
The Enterprise

Stephen Bess, a 1985 graduate of Williamston High School, has published “Liquid Lunch: Blues-Inspired Poetry”, a blues-inspired book of poetry. Bess said much of the poetry was inspired by his time spent in Williamston when he was growing up.

     Bess was born and raised in the Washington, D.C. area, but spent many of his summers with his grandparents and family in Williamston. In seventh grade he came to live in Williamston and go to school, continuing his education and graduating high school here.

     “These are my deepest roots,” he said of his family here, who has been in Martin County for more than 200 years.

      He said during his time spent here he heard many stories from his grandparents, Tom and Eunice Best. These stories and his experiences with his family have influenced a lot of his poetry.

     For example, his poem “Old Roanoke” is based on his memories of his grandmother’s cooking. He said he remembers his grandfather skinning catfish and his grandmother using it to make a large pot of stew for supper.

     His poem “Faith” is also about his grandmother and his memories of her singing in the kitchen on Sundays.

     “A lot of it is about food, drinking, and growing up in Southern culture,” Bess said.

His grandfather worked at the feed mill here for more than 20 years and was also a well-known cab driver around town. Bess said he was infamous for his slow driving and holding up traffic. An old army photo of Best is also pictured on the front cover of the book.

He said his time in Williamston also influenced his thinking and his love of literature. He was in high school when he first became fascinated by the fact that people could create images using only words.

“It is based on life, imagination, my grandfather’s life,” Bess said about the book. He said the book is also structured around his Christian beliefs and the ideas of sin and repentance. The book travels from sin, with the poem “One Shot,” to the poem “Supplication”, about repentance and forgiveness. Many of the other poems capture other moments of life between these two states.

Bess said both the blues form his poems take and the subject matter are universal and that everyone can relate to them.

Bess’ book is published through WordRunner Press and is available at Amazon.com. Bess is also planning on donating a copy to Martin Memorial Library.

Source: Vol. 111, No. 24 (page 6A) – Williamston, NC
Printed: Thursday, March 25, 2010

Above: Author Stephen Bess, Above The cover of Bess' book of poetry, "Liquid Lunch", features an old army photo of his grandfather (on the right).

Note: Article as is - There were no changes made in wording or punctuation

Happy Birthday Mr. Heron

2010-04-01T11:32:00.000-04:00

"...the blues has always been totally American

As American as apple pie

As American as the blues

As American as apple pie

The question is why?

Why should the blues be so at home here

Well, America provided the atmosphere"

Source: Lyrics from the song, Bicentennial Blues (Album: The Mind of Gil Scott Heron)

April is National Poetry Month

2010-04-01T10:53:00.000-04:00

Scottsboro Boys of Alabama

2010-03-25T11:25:00.002-04:00

Protest in Washington, D.C. 1933

March 25, 1931 - Scottsboro Boys

Before there was the Jena Six there was The Scottsboro Nine. The Scottsboro Boys were nine young African Americans who were falsely charged with rape and collectively served more than 100 years in prison. This case would mobilize thousands of African Americans to speak out in protest, and the rights of African Americans to serve on juries was established by their case. Read More...

Photo Source: preservationnation.org
Information Source: writing.upenn.edu

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Roy Ayers - everybody loves the sunshine

2010-03-19T12:56:00.001-04:00

Enjoy the sun this weekend. Spring is finally here! Peace~

Liquid Lunch: Supplication

2010-03-18T09:24:00.005-04:00

Supplication

The rising sun warms me
The moon cast shadows on the night

But nothing in this world compares
To Your Grace, Your Love -- my Guiding Light

Lead me, Oh Lord
Lead me to that Righteous Place

Let Your Will be done -- not mine
So that one day I might see Your Face

Amen

This poem is featured in my book, Liquid Lunch. Now available on Amazon.com

Note: This is a repost from Aug 2008.

Photograph and Poem

2010-03-15T16:00:00.001-04:00

Reflection and Memory

The day is cool and misty like memories

I am uncertain about what lies ahead,
but

my sunshine is my faith in the Creator,

and His Promise of a Love Supreme

Photo Source: Dupont Circle Subway (Wash., D.C.) by S Bess

Photography and Story: The First Moment

2010-03-09T11:28:00.005-05:00

I wanted to love you the first moment I saw you. I watched. What did I notice about you first? It was your face or maybe your eyes. No, I saw you from behind so it was your head and the shape of your hips. *blush* I later learned that your hair was cut short out of respect and honor of Abambo (father) who had recently passed away in South Africa. You later mentioned that your head is shaped like his. “He is from Malawi,” you said with a smile. I smiled. It was the shape of your head that caused me to remember a moment in time. At the time, I did not know that you were from the Bantu people, but the shape of your head reminded me of the Khoisan of the Kalahari (Bushmen). They are your ancestors, but I didn’t know. Where have I seen a head like that? Yes! I remember now! I saw your head once when I was flipping through a book about the indigenous people of the Earth. There was a photo of a beautiful Khoisan woman, who was confident and young. She was surrounded by the people of her tribe, and they were smiling. Her arms were stretched wide and her body was twisted towards the sun. Her head was turned over her shoulder and she was smiling as she admired her own steatopygic beauty that most of the Western world both desired and feared. That moment came back to me when I saw you. You reminded me of the woman in the picture. It was in the shape of your head and your lovely neck; it was your beautiful curves; it was in your black, sun-kissed skin, and beautiful face. I watched. I watched as you laughed and conversed with your friends and I knew at that moment that I would love you.

Photo Source: SBess

Black History: DuBois the Great

2010-02-23T13:07:00.000-05:00

Dr.William Edward Burghardt DuBois, educator, Pan-Africanist, historian, author (the list goes on), was born on this day, February 23, 1868 in Great Barrington, Massachusetts. In 1895, Du Bois became the first African American to earn a Ph.D. from Harvard University. DuBois spent his life writing and fighting for the rights of African Americans. His views often angered and baffled opponents because DuBois was not willing to wait for the freedom that was due every American despite creed or color.

President Kwame Nkrumah invited Dr.William Edward Burghardt DuBois to Ghana in 1961. Dubois would never set foot back in the United States. In 1963, The US government refused to give Dubois a new U.S. passport. Therefore, Dubois and his wife, Shirley Graham Du Bois, became citizens of Ghana. Dubois' health declined that same year and he died in Accra, Ghana on August 27, 1963; he was 95 years old. Ironically, this was just a day before Civil Rights Activist, Martin Luther King Jr., would give his historic "I have A Dream" speech.

Source info: africawithin.com
Photo Source: National Portrait Gallery, Smithsonian Institution

Orange Farm: Grace and Hope

2010-01-27T11:47:00.000-05:00

My perception was greatly challenged on my recent trip to South Africa. For instance, when looking around the township of Orange Farm, I saw what many in the United State and the West would call poverty and devastation. However, when I looked closely I saw that it is not as devastated as it appeared. Now, I am not writing this to diminish the great need in Orange Farm and other parts of the South Africa; however, I am writing this to say despite their “situation,” the people of Orange farm are proud, hardworking, and mostly friendly in their demeanor. I did not get a sense of defeat as I lived, walked, and loved among the folk in Orange Farm. They always had plenty of food and smiles to share with everyone.

My hope is that the South African government would make paving the roads in Orange Farm and other areas a priority. I often looked down at my shoes as I took my daily stroll around the township. My shoes were always covered in the red dust of the unpaved roads. On the other hand, I saw men and women who lived among that red dust everyday and they had polished, immaculate shoes. I smiled and my forehead crinkled as I wondered how they do it – how can some of the residences live without proper building materials, lack of plumbing, unpaved roads, and other amenities that some of their countrymen are used to less than an hour away? Well, my conclusion is that it is all by the grace of God. As the Bible states, His grace is sufficient.

So, while there is a great need in Orange Farm, the people are survivors. They have the strength and determination that many of us lack. Yes, there are some who are very poor. There are, perhaps, some who are unfriendly and completely devastated in their condition; however, they are in the minority. The rest, I feel, are somewhat “beaten but not bowed.” In the end, my perception turned out to be nothing I’ve ever seen, and all I’ve never imagined. I Thank God. Peace~

Phtography: By SBess
Location: Orange Farm, South Africa

Toussaint Louverture

2010-01-22T10:33:00.001-05:00

Toussaint Louverture
Originally uploaded by hamdane

Fantastic artist! Go to this link to see the rest. Happy Friday!

Haiti: Tear Worthy News

2010-01-14T17:42:00.002-05:00

We made the front page? Wait. We always make the front page when it comes to crime, mayhem, and death. Conservative: Oh yeah buddy…what about Obama? Response: First of all, his proper title is President Obama, and being a president of African descent in America is hazardous in itself. You really don’t understand do you? Black and Brown people most often make the headlines as long as they are spitting at the cameras while being arrested, getting a beat down by _ _PD, raising hell in a court of law, or just stretched out on the street, covered in white sheets in New Orleans or Haiti. In Haiti, even black babies make headlines covered in [little] white sheets or whatever they can find.

The media seems fascinated with black and brown images of death. They call it primetime, sensational, and news worthy. It’s gritty – the image of wretched, poverty stricken black and brown bodies stretched across your wide screen televisions in HD. Yes, it’s reality, but where is the humanity? Where’s the humanity? Let me ask you this question CNN, MSNBC, FOX, etc. What if your mother, sister, brother, or child were lying dead on the streets of your city or town? Picture this – what if the photographer from the Associated Press (AP) didn’t care. He’s shooting for an award winning photograph, while flashes from his camera leave you blind with tears of rage? What if it was your baby lying dead on a splintered, wooden bench covered with only the business section of yesterday’s paper? Would you be outraged? Would you? Tears.

Art: Haitian artist, Cathy Delaleu

South Africa: Orange Farm ain't no farm

2010-01-12T14:25:00.004-05:00

Finally, I had a chance to go to South Africa. I declared during the entire year of 2009, and God made a way for me to visit. It was a nice visit, but I wasn't the typical tourist. In other words, I didn’t stay in one of the “finest” hotels in Johannesburg or Cape Town. Instead, I stayed in the township of Orange Farm. Orange Farm is located about 30 miles from Johannesburg in the Gauteng Province of South Africa. By the way, Orange Farm is not a farming community; there was the occassional chicken clucking about the yards, but no farm. I stayed in Orange Farm because that’s where the (In-Laws) family lives. Admittedly, the first week was a little challenging because I had to get used to my surroundings. After a week, I was eating Scamboli, and chopping wood for a braai (pictured above). As you can see, I was having some trouble. What can I say...I'm a city boy! Honestly, I would not trade the township experience for anything. It was a privilege for me to be there, and for the people to welcome me with open arms. As many of you know, the reputation of the township is one that is synonymous with American ghettos – it’s the hood!

So, there are some people (foreign and native) who are afraid to go to places like Orange Farm, Soweto, etc. A good example of this can be seen in the movie, Tsotsi? I suppose that it can be dangerous, but I treated it just like any other hood – I didn’t take any midnight strolls. Plus, I greeted everyone in their language -- Sawubona! Le kae mama? The people in Orange Farm were just regular folk. They were people just living and trying to get ahead. Everybody sold something to make a living. The living, however modest, was a living. They never seem to go hungry and the atmosphere was very festive. Yes, it was the festive season, but I’m told that it is also a typical weekend. Like any place, there is the good and the bad. I chose to focus on the good. There were things that I wish could change for my family and others, but that's another blog. Peace~

Vocabulary:
Gauteng - Sesotho word meaning "Place of Gold"
Braai - BBQ
Sawubona - Hello
Le kae - How are you?

Book Review from author, Stephen Earley Jordan ll

2010-01-08T10:44:00.000-05:00

"Liquid Lunch" is a blues-inspired debut collection of poetry by Stephen Bess. Successfully sprinkling dialect of Black Americans, Bess covers topics such as spirituality, human relations, traditions, and how our lives intertwine with music.

Bess successfully tackles a male's sexual prowessness and how his 'old lady' handles him in "Here's the Situation". He states, "I just wish my 'old lady would cut me some slack / 'cause I just met this sweet, fine thing. . ." Bess cleverly challenges the reader with Black folklore in somber "Death Bells"--a highly effective, brilliantly repetitive poem detailing the connection between life and death. Poem "Sweet and Steady"--a definite read, and personal favorite--instantly pulls you in with the narrator's tongue-in-cheek, and appropriately teasing words.

"Liquid Lunch" is serious, humorous, and entertainingly completed with musicality. This collection captures Black South and, like the Blues, represents how Black Americans make the best out of uncomfortable situations. A definite must-read book. For a complementary book, I'd suggest Nikki Giovanni's "Blues: For All the Changes".

Stephen Earley Jordan II

author of "Beyond Bougie" and "Cold, Black, and Hungry"

Brenda fassie-wewe

2009-12-06T22:16:00.001-05:00

Hello folks. Heads up: I'm taking a vacation from blogging and Facebook. God bless and I'll see you in 2010. Have a happy and safe holiday season. You will be missed. Peace~