catarinaskull

catarinaskull:

Today would have been Lovelle Mixon’s 32nd birthday, were he still alive. In recognition of his life, we are releasing a free version of the film to our Tumblr friends a few days early.  Share it. Watch it. And if you’re so inclined, let us know your thoughts.

The website should be finished by the weekend. $5 bucks will get you unlimited access to high def files of the film and all the additional features. We think its a super deal.

www.theghostsofmarch21.org

indigenousdialogues
indigenousdialogues:

"In this land, archaeology is not a drily neutral academic discipline, but – like food, like language, like culture and even like forestry – is both a weapon and a battleground in the establishment of a dominant narrative. Here archaeology is mobilised to erase, mistell and omit as much as it brings to light."© Eugene Foy, from ‘Decoding Saffuri - The Living Earth Remembers a People Erased’ detailing Israeli military attacks during the Nakba to drive out the Arab population [mostly fruit growers] of Saffuri or Saffuriyeh [noe called the Zippori National Park by the Israel Nature and Parks Authority]. Since then, there has been a deliberate, concerted effort on the part of the victors to omit and distort the entire history of Arab settlement in the region. Saffuri is an ancient archaeological site close to the city of Nazareth boasting habitation over the centuries by many different cultures including the Romans, Pagans, Jews, Byzantine Christians and Arabs.Image: The Mona Lisa of the Galilee, part of a beautiful mosaic floor in Saffuri / Source

indigenousdialogues:

"In this land, archaeology is not a drily neutral academic discipline, but – like food, like language, like culture and even like forestry – is both a weapon and a battleground in the establishment of a dominant narrative. Here archaeology is mobilised to erase, mistell and omit as much as it brings to light."

© Eugene Foy, from Decoding Saffuri - The Living Earth Remembers a People Erased detailing Israeli military attacks during the Nakba to drive out the Arab population [mostly fruit growers] of Saffuri or Saffuriyeh [noe called the Zippori National Park by the Israel Nature and Parks Authority]. Since then, there has been a deliberate, concerted effort on the part of the victors to omit and distort the entire history of Arab settlement in the region. Saffuri is an ancient archaeological site close to the city of Nazareth boasting habitation over the centuries by many different cultures including the Romans, Pagans, Jews, Byzantine Christians and Arabs.

Image: The Mona Lisa of the Galilee, part of a beautiful mosaic floor in Saffuri / Source

gradientlair

I know that Black creativity has saved your life many times before. I know, because I’ve seen it happen. I’ve listened as non-Black people in my communities raised on Hip Hop talked about how it was the only relatable, empowering culture they found that also educated and radicalized them as a youth. It was formational. I’ve watched people become politicized, shaping their new political identities after bell hooks, Audre Lorde, Assata Shakur, Angela Davis and Frantz Fanon. I’ve watched as folks become activist celebrities using radical ideas from Black Power and Civil Rights movements to shape programs that do not benefit Black people. I’ve watched as people make livings and loads of social capital off of DJing Black music, dancing, walking and dressing like Black people, selling the Black aesthetic to others. I’ve heard that friends use Nina Simone and Sade to sing them back from depression, Rihanna and D’Angelo to get them in the mood. So many people in my communities, lately, have been using Octavia Butler to renew their hope for radical futures. Without Black people, what would your lives be? You might be thinking, you know, it’s so much more complicated than all this, race is complex, we’re all part of the human family, etc., etc…

Black art is not free for all damaged souls. When Nina sang about strange fruit, she was talking about a lynching…of Black people. When Black rappers say Fuck the Police, they speak to a state system of lynching…Black people. Your pain and isolation, however real it may be, is not the same as being Black. Your self-adoption into hip hop and djembe drumming and spoken word, makes our art forms all about you. You, however well meaning, have stolen Black labour and invention and used it for your own purpose. It warps the medium and changes the message, the magic, the healing. From now on, consider how the cost of consuming, appropriating, regurgitating, and getting your life in multiple ways from Black art, Black culture, and Black peoples’ creative genius detrimentally impacts our lives. Being Black in an anti-black world means experiencing daily attacks that threaten our dignity, our happiness, our freedom, and often our lives; and in order to enjoy Black culture, you’re going to have to take action to help get these back.

But because Black people’s labour, language, intelligence, creativity, and survival arts have always been considered free for the taking, you probably didn’t feel ways about using it. You probably didn’t think twice. Black culture is the most pilfered, the most ‘borrowed,’ the most thieved culture, and we’ve seen this happen time and tie again.

Nadijah Robinson

Quote is from her essay Black Art Is Not A Free For All on Black Girl Dangerous. Read it all. Truly exquisite writing, especially as non-Black people continue to use, consume, pilfer, plagiarize and be appropriative of Black cultural production and art while simultaneously suggesting that Black culture, especially that Black American culture, does not exist. 

I’ve also watched non-Black people suggest Black people contribute “nothing” to anti-oppression theory or praxis while their ENTIRE FRAMEWORK for approaching it is via Black cultural production or Black women’s epistemology.

Like…the cognitive dissonance proffered via perspectives shaped by anti-Blackness is astounding.

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tr0tskitty
sweetheartpleasestay:

nahsonimcool:

torisoulphoenix:

babycakesbriauna:

cassiamovingforward:

People are messaging me about the ignorance of our “meme”. We arent butthurt. We replied. Please share :)

Best come back to the ignorance

Kudos to them for their response and f*** the hypocrisy of the people who came for them.   How are they supposed to just keep quiet with their picture used in such a bulls*** way???

why do people feel more uncomfortable seeing white blokes with black women than the other way round

Because a Black man aspiring to be with the epitome of all feminity and beauty seems ‘natural’ in their eyes, while a White man degrading himself by associating with someone who is inferior to him both by gender and race is unnatural.

sweetheartpleasestay:

nahsonimcool:

torisoulphoenix:

babycakesbriauna:

cassiamovingforward:

People are messaging me about the ignorance of our “meme”. We arent butthurt. We replied. Please share :)

Best come back to the ignorance

Kudos to them for their response and f*** the hypocrisy of the people who came for them.   How are they supposed to just keep quiet with their picture used in such a bulls*** way???

why do people feel more uncomfortable seeing white blokes with black women than the other way round

Because a Black man aspiring to be with the epitome of all feminity and beauty seems ‘natural’ in their eyes, while a White man degrading himself by associating with someone who is inferior to him both by gender and race is unnatural.

thefastlife

BREAKING: September 9th will be officially an entire month since the murder of Ferguson African-American unarmed teenage Michael Brown, at the hands of racist Ferguson PD Officer Darren Wilson. In this entire month, Officer Darren Wilson hasn’t been heard from, he has literally disappeared. He still has not been arrested, charged, or indicted in the murder of Michael Brown.

yaasssblackgirls

ghdos:

hatzigsut:

very chilling topic on twitter right now. 

i have my own reasons for #WhyIStayed, and looking through this hashtag, i can see so many women and men who were lost, just as i was.

i stayed because it was the first time i felt important to anyone. he “loved” me. when he said he would die if i left him, i thought it passionate. when he started showing up unannounced at my house, because my friends told him my brother’s friends were over, i thought the jealousy was endearing.

then he tried to kill himself when i left town for two days. he was convinced that i would find someone else, in a town where i knew no one. i came back home, and promised i would never leave.

the manipulation and emotional abuse became physical—but only once. he slammed me against a wall after i made a joke about dumping him once i started college. i hid the bruises from my family, for weeks. that was the moment i decided to get out, no matter what happened. for some people, it only takes one time. others need more than one. and some people never make it out alive.

it is not always easy to “just leave.” it is a blessing if you are able to leave, with no consequences.

Important.