On this Memorial Day, I remember a nation at war with itself
issuing a clarion call to men, 3/5ths of human in your eyes, and were enlisted and enticed with freedoms promised but then ultimately denied.
Then with the world at war, not once but twice, we cried, “At last, this will be the open door we’ll use to stride into democracy’s embrace!”
Then coming home we had our hopes and faces smashed; returning soldiers beaten without mercy, their transgression—wearing of the uniform and having the audacity of patriotic pride.
In Viet Nam, conscripted by the hoards we were the fodder fed the war machine, while privileged sons were classified 4F, with bone spurs and a host of other ailments and excuses.
And while the Asian jungle burned so too did city streets back home, Los Angeles, Chicago and Detroit, where protests raged for Civil Rights. Equality, and justice being once again denied in favor of more human rights abuses.
And while the Asian jungle burned so too did city streets back home, Los Angeles, Chicago and Detroit, where protests raged for Civil Rights. Equality, and justice being once again denied in favor of more human rights abuses.
Memorial Day, an observance to honor those who gave the full measure of their lives in service to their country, initiated by Black veterans whose fate it seems is always to love and serve a nation which neither serves nor loves them back.
Memorial Day, an observance to honor those who gave the full measure of their lives in service to their country, initiated by Black veterans whose fate it seems is always to love and serve a nation which neither serves nor loves them back.
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I genuinely believe that when we know better, it is incumbent upon us to do better!
My life experience informs me that America has been on a dark road since it’s inception. There has been, in my view, a conscious effort on the part of those who have controlled the historical narrative to deny and obfuscate critical aspects of our social underpinnings.
#ROOTS was my first professional audition. I was a 19 year old Theater major, @USC when I played Kunta Kinte.
My first day on the set the legendary @IAmCicelyTyson played my mother, Bings Kinte. @DrMayaAngelou played my grandmother, Nyo Boto. I was in the big leagues, fo’ sho!
I was in absolute, reverential, awe of the company I found myself in. The sole reason I wasn’t intimidated was the actor’s certainty that I KNEW who the character was. I knew that kid. I was that kid! #KuntaKinte #ROOTS
FTR - It is not “training” that causes a cop to put a 6yr old girl-child, facedown on asphalt, with weapon drawn, no less; it is the ability to de-humanize the person in front of you. You must divorce yourself from reality. #BlackLivesMatter
You must decide or be convinced that a human being’s worth, their value, is written on their skin. As policy and practice, it is the erroneous belief that there exists a strata of society that are deserving of such treatment. THIS MUST STOP! #BlackLivesMatter
It is the same kind of sick, delusional conditioning that makes it socially acceptable, normal even, for a man to sell his own children into slavery. THIS IS ABERRANT BEHAVIOR! UN-NATURAL. These practices and the systems that institute and support them, must be changed! #BLM
I’ve been busting my brain for about a week now trying to figure out how to do a live-streamed version of #LeVarBurtonReads. I figured that during this difficult time I could contribute by reading aloud to folks who could use some diversion for themselves and their families.
In order to avoid legal complications, I’ve gone down the rabbit hole searching through volumes of short stories in the public domain for appropriate content for families and have come up empty.
These are amazing suggestions y’all. Thanks for your input!
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So, while attending a friend’s book signing yesterday in LA, I went to say hello to someone I hadn’t seen in a while and not since their partner died a few years back. This person is someone I’ve known for sometime but I wouldn’t necessarily call our relationship close.
As I greeted him and he introduced me around to his friends he suddenly and without warning or permission reached up and vigorously ruffled the back and top of my head.
Now, here is where the serious disparity in life experiences between Black people and White folks reveals itself. I calmly yet pointedly iformed him that he should never touch the head of a Black man without permission The issue here is body autonomy!
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the state of race relations in America. One thing I learned from the success of ROOTS (if you don’t know, you better ask somebody) 42 years ago, was the power of storytelling as a way to bridge the gap between races.
There was an America before ROOTS and there was an America after ROOTS and post ROOTS, America was a greater, more enlightened nation. We came to a better, deeper, more informed understanding of the evil nature, intent and outcomes of chattel slavery as practiced in America.
As a result, I fervently believe in the power of Storytelling to move the culture forward. To that end, some friends and I have created a few videos, 6 in all, that chronicle some of the racist experiences most Black people who live in America, have in common.