American of African Ancestry

I am in discussions with some Twitter pals over the use of terms that designate cultures and races. It's as if I cannot acknowledge that I am black - only that I am American. This all started because I posted a link to a webpage on "African-American History." (By the way, I didn't NAME the page, I just linked to it.) A few points:

1. I did not divide races and cultures into "African," "Euro," "Asian," etc. I DO live in a world were those designations exist. (And that "African" label matters to me a little more than it ever will to you, @melsite1)
2. If I were @melsite1, I might feel the way he does. I'm not, so I don't. My personal history, experiences and heritage have shaped me differently.
3. I am BLACK, I am AMERICAN, I am FEMALE, and I am 49 yrs old. Would I like to live in a world where none of that mattered? Of course. Do I live in such a world? What do you think?
4. Very recently, I had a discussion with one of my brothers & I told him I've decided that I am not technically "African-American." In my opinion, a true African-American would be someone BORN African but an American citizen. And by the way, I'm pretty sure that most Africans don't like me using the term "African-American" for myself. Technically, I think I SHOULD be a BLACK American. In this world, though, my ancestral heritage is African (and probably some other things I don't know about yet).
5. I didn't choose to be African-anything, but neither did my ancestors -YET we have a HISTORY based on that heritage. This was not something in our control, but it is what it is. In discussing it with my brother, I decided that while I had no right to be "proud" of a skin color, I am very proud of the heritage. I am proud of the men in my family who survived what they endured (and they endured things because of their "African-American" designation). I am proud that they served their country. I am proud that they survived ignorance and predjudice.
6. I am also very proud of ANY women and men who understand and share their heritage to bring us all closer to understanding one another. (There are some of us - in every race and gender - who use differences to cause further division. I'm not so thrilled about those folks.)
7. When I can research my family history without having to use books and records labelled and designated as being "colored," "negro," and "slave," then I will drop the "African" from my history.
8. I think it is very easy for folks who don't have my culture and history to tell me to chill out. It's as if they want me to make life more comfortable for themselves by ignoring my roots. Sorry, it's not always very comfortable for me to use those designations either. I have to deal with it & I can't really worry about your comfort level. You CAN ignore it.
9. Asking me to ignore my racial and cultural designations as a black woman is a lot like asking me (a Christian) to ignore Christ. I hear people of other religions ask why we can't just all celebrate our "one-ness." To do that, I would have to ignore my Christ. The same goes for the whole race/culture thing.

I wish someone would ask Hilary Clinton if being a woman didn't matter in her career... 

Basically - we are different. In a better world, we wouldn't be different (or else we wouldn't care). In THIS world, I will wait for that to happen. And, no, I won't be the one to make it happen. If you think you can, go ahead. I'll be here waiting when you succeed. In the meantime, you can deal with life the way you want. If you don't agree with me, don't go to the link I posted. Maybe you can only look at words and titles that suit your own opinions. If that works for you, fine with me. If you are not interested in reading about African-American history, then don't. I will continue to read about my culture, your culture - any culture I can. It benefits me.

(BTW: The best thing about all this is, it got me back active on Twitter after a long absence)

Peace

--Free

Funny/Not Funny (undecided)

Yes, I am wrong for this, but...



 Now that you have seen it, a little background:

No, I am not a cold, heartless person. I was actually in tears while the son was pouring out his heart. Then I got mad. I thought that the dad was about to bust out laughing. How the heck was I supposed to know he was going to do that primal whatever-it-was sound...

*smh*

Enjoy, Explore, Learn

Couple of video recommendations for you. 

I'm just now discovering this man here. Better late than never. This is a trailer for the full video that I was able to watch on Hulu.comhttp://www.hulu.com...



Warning: this is just as heartbreaking at times as it is inspiring and insightful. The language can be pretty rough, so careful around the children.

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Next, the wonderful video "Let the Church Say Amen." Described on Hulu as: World Missions for Christ Church in the Bloomingdale neighborhood of Washington, D.C. I wasn't able to find a trailer on YouTube, but I did notice  Film Movement is listed as the Network/Studio for the film & checking out their channel on YT, they seem pretty interesting.

Last, the video "Random Lunacy" surprised me. At first, I thought it was silly, but I realized that it deserved paying attention to the people and ideas presented. Very interesting. Again, the full video is over on Hulu. Here is a preview that I found on YT:




Peace
--Free

Blessed Are

Last night I had the weirdest dream. I can't remember much of it, but when I woke up this morning, it was as though I had had an epiphany about my life. (Of course, I woke up with some kind of cold/virus bug this morning. Yay. Maybe my dream was sick-induced...)

Anyway. About that dream I can't remember - or at least the epiphany:

I think that I have lived my life the wrong way. A friend of mine told me more than once recently that I am "too nice." She would hear me relate how I have ended up in the circumstances I am in and she'd shake her head and say,"Girl, you can't go through life being that nice and trusting of ANYbody..." And she'd remind me that I can look around and see that other people aren't that nice and trusting. I would tell her how I've done this or that for someone else and she'd say, "I bet they are better off than you are now." Or she would be really blunt and say, "And where are they now that you need them?"  Or she would get kind of pissed and say something about how it's a good thing I believe in Heaven because I sure messed up the whole life on Earth thing. (Yeah, she pulls no freaking punches, this lady.)

Would I like to think that my friend is wrong? Sure. But I don't think that she is.

If I could live my life over, I wouldn't be mean or nasty, but I think that I would put myself first more than I have. All my life, I had a herd mentality. You know, all for one & one for all, and together we stand... blah, blah, blah... In the end, though, when push comes to shove, people are going to look out for themselves first, then the ones they cherish next,  and if there is any left over, they will share with the rest of us. I was always one to share first & then take what was left. (As a curious side-note, it's been the ones I've done the least for who have done the most for me - including my blunt, no-nonsense friend.)

As someone I know once said, "What's being good ever done for ya?"

In my life, I have given up money, cars, time, convenience, etc. I never thought that I would come to feel bitter about it. I never thought I would ever have reason to. But life is ever surprising.

I'm afraid that my girlfriend might be right. You can be too nice and too giving. 

So. I'm not going to stop being nice, but I am going to be a lot more nice to myself first. Everyone else can get the leftovers. I don't think God ever said that looking out for yourself was a sin.

Peace

--Free

Their Eyes Were Watching God (thank you, Zora)

What an under-appreciated book.

Every single time I read this book, I get something new from it. Ms. Hurston didn't just tell a story made up of words, but she painted pictures of every mood, feeling and point. I keep asking myself why this is not required reading in schools?

Here are some of my favorites lines (& I'm doing this from memory, so don't hold that against me!):

"There are years that ask questions and years that answer"
"They'd look with envy at the things and pity the man that owned them"

I can't remember off-hand, but there was another great line about talking to the uneducated with "jaws full of books."

Wow. Amazing. Beautiful.

The story itself is empowering and wonderful, but the way Zora tells it... *smh*... Just something to experience. Truly.

You can check out a limited preview at Google books here. If the direct link doesn't work, do your own search at Google Books. (And when you do, pay attention to the very first line of the story. It will give you a big idea of how wonderfully the rest of the book reads.)

Peace
--Free

Old School Romance vs New School Bragging

Back in the day (as the saying goes), I remember being taught a couple of things by older women:

1.  Be a lady in public and not in the bedroom, and
2. Don't share your everything with everyone. Leave some things to the imagination

Well, apparently, those lessons are not being taught anymore.

The last few days I've been hearing so much about a song by a young dude named Trey Songz that I had to go and check it out. Title: Neighbors Know My Name.

Okay. I'm thinking the song is maybe about a guy and girl getting closer in their relationship & he's over at her place so much that the neighbors are starting to get to know him.

Not.

The song is all about their sex life being so hot & noisy that the neighbors can hear her calling out his name.

WTH?

What is with this whole thing of sexy and romantic love songs going from being subtle and enticing to just being all out there? Don't get me wrong - I am not saying  that I don't just love a good love song to set the mood. I came of age when Marvin Gaye was causing a baby boom with "Let's Get It On." And we all know that Barry White caused a LOT of heated bedroom action without even being present.

I guess I'm just old enough to still appreciate not being turned on by a man telling me things so much as showing me. And I don't really want everybody having a window of knowledge into what happens in my bedroom. If you're grown and fairly normal, it's an automatic assumption that you're having sex. How you're doing it and who you are doing it with is between you and that whoever. Why do you need to talk about it so much?

Here's another lesson I learned back when I was younger:

Talking ain't doing. Or  better put (and this is from my friend Keen Ya just the other day): Mouth can say anything.

And not to be snarky, but have you noticed that all these popular artists who are writhing around in their videos and talking about how they're "getting it in" (not a sexy phrase to me at all, by the way), are always fighting off rumors? Rumors ranging from how lousy they are in bed (thanks to their groupies) or that they are swinging with transvestites and same-sex partners while not owning up to it?... (And I am NOT singling out any particular artists, just saying that so many get hit by rumors.)

I'm just saying.

Yeah, so, give me a song with some music that fuels the senses and lyrics that talk about getting it on instead of getting it in. "Getting it in"... Sounds kind of surgical, or like talking about using a feminine product. Please stop.

How about this? Go back to "old school" and study some Lenny Williams, Barry and Marvin, Smokey - anybody who knew how to use real music and voice talent to enhance the romantic setting without giving people step-by-step instructions. Unless you need instructions, I guess.

Peace
--Free

I Try. Seriously.

Damn.

Thanks, Ms Macy, for putting music and words with the feeling

Rain, Writing, Sunshine, Moods

Writing is putting me in such a melancholy mood. Probably because this trilogy is really based on my relationship with Tim. Not the relationship we have, but the one I'd hoped for all my life. Sad. I'd probably do better not to listen to my thoughts while I write - if that makes any damn sense!

The practical side of me (which is dominant in most areas of my life) knows that I should be gearing up for moving on with my life, shattered as it is. Like most, I am a practical person when it comes to a lot of things. When you stand outside love, outside someone's relationship, it's easy and comfortable to be practical. If this situation I am in belonged to someone else, I would stand outside their heart and say, He's no good for you. Ain't shit and ain't never gonna be shit.

Yeah, okay. But.

Here inside my heart - even after everything we've gone through, everything he's put me through - I just love him.

I have loved this man since I was fifteen years old. I don't even think I want to love anyone else (even if I could). All I ever wanted was to spend my life with him. Me and Tim. Tim and me.


He's my family. He's my heart. He's my everything.Outside my blood family - of which I will always be a unit - he is my family-family. We did the whole standing before God thing and made it that way. Even if love is not a choice, it has consequences. For me, it would have no matter which turn in life I'd taken.

It's not a choice, really. It's not right, wrong, smart or dumb. It's just love.

I only wish he knew and understood.

So. Back to the manuscript. I can control that.

Peace
--Free

Happy Valentines Day

I really hate this holiday. And, no - not because I am (once again) single, but because it's what I call a "show" holiday. A business-sanctioned guilt trip to force people in this rough economy to express an emotion with their wallets.

*deep breath*

Now, I understand that we all like to show the people we love that we love them. I understand that it's really nice for a spouse or significant other to get that little public display every now and then. I mean, what woman doesn't love getting that flower delivery at work? What man doesn't love it when his lady dolls up or fixes a romantic dinner? I get it. I want it, too. 

The problem is (especially in this economy, but at any other time too), a lot of people try to equate the value of a gift with the value of the affection. I saw a commercial the other day that had two guys racing through stores aisles, trying to out-do each other with gifts for their mate. Crazy.

And, let's face it: we live in a society of shallow folks. People just love comparing and competing as consumers. You drive a SUV? I have a bigger and better one. You got a new house? Ours is bigger... And when it comes to relationships - from dating to marriage to parenthood - men have it tough when it comes to material things. The media does a great job of making a measuring stick out of everything from the type of car a man picks up a date in to carat size of an engagement ring. Get married and attention shifts to where the couple lives, what school their kid attend... On and on and on.

So, I'm not saying that flowers and candy and "pajama-grams" are nice. I'm just saying it shouldn't be such a contest. I wonder how many men and women would gladly give up the gifts of that one day if they could get love, respect and courtesy every other day of the year? That'll never happen. The card, candy, flower industry would never stand for it. They'd probably just go on the offense and make us all feel guilty for further damaging the economy.

Since it seems to be here to stay, I might as well go ahead and say it:

Happy Valentine's Day, y'all!

Peace

--Free

*smh* The Writing Life

I am back to working HARD on "Everything." Getting feedback from friends who have read excerpts, I feel so annoyed with myself.

As I was explaining to someone, my biggest problem with the trilogy ("Everything," "Enough," and "More") is that a lot of the story is my own. Of course, in the first draft of "Everything," the entire story was mine. Let me back up... The basis of the story was mine when I wrote the first draft. A youthful romance (partly fictional) and how it turned out (all fiction). After 3 years and a LOT of changes in my life, I've worked through at least 3 re-writes. The problem is, I let my real life color the story. I'm not sorry about that, but it just made the writing more difficult. 

Right now, I am trying to center myself back onto the story as a writer - and not as the young girl who lived parts of the story.

Looming over all the writing anxiety is the fear of rejection by agents. 

*SIGH*

Well. Time to stop whining about it and just... WRITE. That's what it's all about anyway, right? Just getting the story told. I'll worry about the agents when I have a finished manuscript for them to beat up! LOL

Peace
--Free      

P.S.: In case you are wondering, there was no point to this post. I'm just venting (and procrastinating)...