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Whitney Houston and I
I grew up with Whitney Houston and loved every moment of it. I was watching MTV in the early 80’s at Eastern Illinois University as a student when this tiny caramel glazed Whitney sequestered my attention. At eighteen or nineteen I became frozen, first just seeing a Black artist on MTV, but equally as well seeing a young Black sister blazing such sensational vocal cords. Oh yea, and she was hot, I mean good looking. I knew immediately she was a superior talent. Needless to say, I was enthroned such that I wanted my girlfriend to look like her. She one of my generational quantifying symbols that said we could achieve success albeit in show business.
Why must I Hate Whites to Prove Blackness
I have never vision Whites as being smarter or Blacks as being less intelligent. This is another reason I do not hate Whites. You see, often to maintain hate, you must prescribe to a sort of mythology. In other words, you must buy into a false social construct like race as a DNA marker. Sadly, when we become marry to that mythos, we become stuck in time. Literally, we’re unable to forward our consciousness one bit in the area of discourse or unity. If you use racial hate as a motivating factor, you’re stuck as an individual or organization. Progress in racial stratification will be chained to failure. For when one has an enemy, they ultimately have themselves to measure.
Set my Brothers Free: Young Black Men & Depression
By The Invisible Dragon Young Black males, as suicide victims, were unheard of growing up in 1970’s. However, presently, according to the American Association of Suicidology, suicide rates for African-American males ages (15-24) increased 83% in the early 80’s and 90’s. More importantly, most suicide victims suffered from depression at their end. Suicide has become [...]
Sunday’s Thought
We would rather be ruined than changed;
We would rather die in our dread
Than climb the cross of the moment
And let our illusions die.
—W. H. Auden, The Age Anxiety
