Just Jo
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People aren’t talkin about the news, they’re talking about what they think the news is. There is no news channel saying “This is what happened, draw your own conclusions.” We have made this country so bereft of critical thinking, that now we have a problem where we have to teach them to think for themselves.

We have no unified authority, or problem solvers. We have congressman discussing environmentalism, when they don’t understand half the problems our earth is going through. We go to congress instead of going to people who have worked their whole LIFE trying to solve these problems. When it comes to racism, we’re asking a panel of white dudes, when it comes to sexism and woman’s rights we ask a panel of white priests on what they think. IT’S INSANITY! We ask people who are not in the arena they should be speaking in/for.

AND THAT’S WHY WE DON’T trust the media, it’s because they’re not in the arena of black experience, and they don’t care about the black experience, UNTIL something bad happens and they have the tools to paint us as destructive, ugly and evil!


— The response of a Protester in Ferguson who was asked by a reporter as to why most of the protesters didn’t want their faces on tv.  (via sara-the-narco)

Yes.

This is the paradox and the tragedy concerning the plight of African Americans in the US. Since we somehow survived the holocaust of the Trans Atlantic Slave Trade and crawled from the belly of the ships that carried us towards the atrocities of chattel slavery, we have been trying to prove that we are deserving—deserving of respect, deserving of equality, deserving of life itself—and we have yet to convince some of our countrymen of this basic fact.
— From my latest at Ebony.com http://www.ebony.com/news-views/ferguson-whats-respectability-got-to-do-with-it-987#ixzz3AlI7uziE
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Is to be in rage almost all the time…

In a conversation the other day, I mistakenly told a friend that I was trying to wrap my mind around why we are under siege and being hunted like we are- particularly today.

It occurred to me that we have always been under siege and hunted. What has changed is that we now have access to technology, which documents our oppression abuses and murders in real time.

Until recently, we’ve only seen the smoke left from the fire- the bodies already hanged, or bloody- always cold from death.

Technology also, during times like these, creates a cacophony where it’s difficult to understand and trust your individual reactions to the trauma we are bombarded with daily.

We begin to react to everyone else’s reactions.

In times like these I remember the courage of women like Ida B Wells-Barnett, who dedicated her life to documenting violence against us before we had smart phones.

I remember Claude McKay’s poem “If We Must Die”.

And I recall James Baldwin’s answer to why he expatriated to France. Essentially, Baldwin said he left America because he knew that he would end up killing or being killed.

Why?

Because. “To be a Negro in this country and to be relatively conscious is to be in a rage almost all the time.”

You have to go the way your blood beats. If you don’t live the only life you have, you won’t live some other life, you won’t live any life at all.
— Jimmy Baldwin
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Robert Tew once wrote, “Respect yourself enough to walk away from anything that no longer serves you, grows you, or makes you happy”, and so I had to say goodbye. I’d caution each of you to do the same, for doing so may be the difference between living a full life, and well, just living.
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Oh to be a pear tree- any tree in bloom! With kissing bees singing the beginning of the world… She had glossy leaves and bursting buds and she wanted to struggle with life but it seemed to elude her. Where were the singing bees for her?
— Zora Neale Hurston
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