I have no desire to see you enlightened or converted. I am not your voice of reason or by cultural default, source of untapped tolerance. There’s nothing in me willing to offer any measure of diplomacy to the sickness you openly and passionately spread. All the graciousness I’ve wielded for close to 30 years, in a desire to work and live among you peacefully, is depleted.
Make no mistake, though you observe me mothering with love, laughing with authentic joy and seeking refuge in the Divine, I’m brimming with anger I work hard to contain, daily.
To the BLATANTLY RACIST, I’m sickened by your transparent race hate, cruelty and cowardly attempts to veil your poison behind political rhetoric and desire for “American values”. Appalled by your ability to excuse, ignore and/or deny away your barbaric crimes against humanity — past and present. Disgusted by your boldness to reinvent a 21st Century incarnation of the Jim Crow South; once again hiding behind a deliberately broken justice system, jaded laws and morally corrupt champions who represent anything but peace.
You’ve created a psychotic American culture thriving on hate, ignorance and fear; rising by oppressing others. You are history on rewind, and of that you should not be proud.
To the PASSIVELY BIASED, your permissiveness is alarming. For you, racism is non-existent because after all, we elected a “brown President”. Dismiss all claims of bias and injustice as “playing the race card”. Complain frequently about how black people should “just get over it”. You boast of being “colorblind”, as if to be accepted my beautiful brown hue is better […]
Discussing and finding common ground on the subject of ‘White Privilege‘ is always “eventful”. Checkout this recent exchange between myself and other commenters on the subject matter. Then please, PLEASE read (and absorb) the 11/27 CNN article “The New Threat: Racism without Racism”, which completely conveys all the points attempting to be made in the exchange and shines light on why denial of our cultural and societal realities is so damn scary!
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COMMENTER #1: I like it except for #4. I am as white as they come and I have never considered myself more privileged then anyone else. My parents taught their kids to be color blind in this regard. WE are human beings.
COMMENTER #2: Nice.
COMMENTER #3: C1, with all due respect, white privilege is what you automatically have as a member of our society. You have even more as a white male. It isn’t about what you were taught (though that sounds commendable and spot on)–it is about a certain level of advantage that you carry because of the color of your skin in this particular system we live in. Most whites don’t even realize they have privilege because it is so invisibly a part of the structure of our society.
COMMENTER #3: Here’s a pretty good, brief discussion of white privilege (from a white woman): http://www.tolerance.org/article/racism-and-white-privilege
On Racism and White Privilege | Teaching Tolerance
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To acknowledge our ancestors means we are aware that we did not make ourselves, that the line stretches all the way back, perhaps to God; or to Gods. We remember them because it is an easy thing to forget: that we are not the first to suffer, rebel, fight, love and die. The grace with which we embrace life, in spite of the pain, the sorrow, is always a measure of what has gone before.
At the turn of the 20th century my Great Grandmother Annie CARTER JACKSON lived on Auburn Avenue in Atlanta, GA with my GG Grandmother Marrie, and attended Spelman Seminary with her 2 sisters Fannie and Mattie Wee. As a little girl, I was blessed to hear of their antics at Spelman on many occasions!:)
Grandma JACKSON’s gift for delivering our oral history in the most hysterical fashion, was the catalyst for me. Her memories were where my love of family history took root and her devotion to family, is what anchors my commitment to preserving it.
As the family historian, I’ve spent 15 years unearthing our Georgia and Alabama heritage. I’ve inherited bibles, historic documents and rare family images from my maternal Grandparents and Mom, and through divine intervention, “acquired” the family bible of my paternal Great Grandmother COBB.
Over the past few years I’ve given MUCH thought to how my personal genealogy archive will be managed in the event of my passing. I’ve been trying to answer one simple but difficult question — what’s the BEST way to ensure my heritage is preserved and our data made accessible to other researchers?
As an advocate for digital preservation I’d considered both Ancestry.com and LDS owned Family Search, but in truth neither entity has earned my trust as a researcher of Slave Ancestry. I’m not convinced the digitization of African American history is a ‘true’ priority of either org and I know from personal […]
This week the world grieved the passing of Dr. Maya Angelou.
There were so many beautiful posts (checkout Michael Twitty), quotes and thoughts shared about Maya, I’d really not planned to post anything. I thought watching and reading the praise as it flowed, knowing what Maya Angelou’s transparency and pen meant to me, was enough.
I took in Maya’s charge to “just do right”, and shared it with my kids. Like everyone, I thought about how her life has gifted me and words anchored in my heart long ago.
Yet I still planned to keep quiet… like the freedom from shame Maya relieved me of so many years ago, was our secret.
But after reading “What Maya Angelou’s Past Can Teach the Feminists of the Future“, I felt I had to affirm writer Lauren Davidson’s assertion, that Maya Angelou’s darkest life moments were as inspiring and enlightening as her brightest and most celebrated accolades.
I was 18 years old when I first learned of and read Maya Angelou, I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings. I had a BEAUTIFUL toddler, my firstborn Jerold (Jay) and was heading to nursing school, having just graduated with Honors.
In spite of the merit I earned by being a “good, young Mother” and […]
Laughing about the recent cemetery “adventure” of AAGSAR member Sandra WILLIAMS-BUSH (Ancestral Callings: Georgia & Mississippi), I was reminded of one the funniest family stories ever shared with me by my late Cousin, Johnnie Mae STRINGER LONG.
Mae was Elbert STRINGER’s younger sister, the daughter of Missy DORSEY and John STRINGER. Missy and my GG Grandmother, Marrie WINGFIELD CARTER were Sisters. All of the beautiful DORSEY and STRINGER images I have, came from Mae. Her facial features and voice were so much like that of my Great Grandmother Annie CARTER JACKSON (Mae and Elbert’s first cousin they referred to lovingly as “Baby Sister”), I would just stare at her. It was comforting to be in her presence.
I spent many afternoons with Mae scanning pictures, capturing history and laughing about her fear of ghosts and spirits.
My favorite Mae story?
According to Mae, she’d always been the scary type. When she was a teen she and Elbert would visit Grandma Catie’s grave at Westview Cemetery in Atlanta.
Mae told me when Grandma Catie died, her son John “Bud” WINGFIELD and cousin Harry HECTOR carried a huge boulder via wagon from Washington-Wilkes to place on Catie’s Grave.
Well when they arrived for one visit the boulder had disappeared – sunken COMPLETELY in the ground! On top of Grandma Catie’s grave! And when they attempted to investigate further, Elbert and Mae began to sink into soft earth!
Mae said the calmer Elbert got, the more hysterical she became! Mae said […]