Grapefruit exists be God loves us. It is called grapefruit because it clusters, grapelike, on the tree.
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That, sir or ma’am, is Ralph Waldo “Petey” Greene, proud Washingtonian and lover of Black people. He is one of my many heroes.
yeah, that ellison passage is one of my favorites in all of american literature. that feeling of realizing that life is better when you are living it for yourself and not for others is an amazing one, and he nails the way it shows up in Black lives and culture.
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Nobody brought the Petey Greene video? You gotta have the Petey Greene video.
Love the picture at the top: “Oh, my bad; I didn’t mean to blind you with all these diamonds on my wrist. And ring finger. And my other ring finger. Just please don’t look at my cuff link as it might distract from the suit.”
Girl takes the terror of being bred out and ties it to the fear of being subjugated by the ‘mud races’ and sprinkles in distrust of ‘the good ones’ for flavor. At first glance, the titular girl seems to be the focus of the story, but looking again at the closing scene, the story is really about the teacher and her…
This is all correct. All the relatively recent zombie apocalypse stuff is analogy for fear of white minority in the US and UK (we see you, 28 Days Later). Not that it is not entertaining. What I’d love to see is a Native American centered retelling of the New World with white walkers (not long after the first…
That movie, as horrible as it is, has one of my favorite scenes of all time, Jerome explaining to ol’ girl that Morris is “posing. By the Porsche!”
Yo, is someone doing a piece on Morris Brown? Please find someone to do a piece on Mo B. I still feel like the AUC is suffering like an amputee without Mo B in the picture.
That was beautiful. Now I want to learn more about Ernie Barnes.
Oh, I get it. I understand the need and think that he has a strong resume. I will support his work for the school; it just doesn’t feel right.
My first thought was “Who asked you?” Then I thought, “Well maybe this is a person with some real interest in the Morehouse community despite his disclaimer,” so I went back to see if your comment history placed as the sort of person who might have some reasonable input. I saw lots of “I’m a lawyer” well-actuallies…
This is exactly why my Morehouse experience was so important for me. Sitting in these rooms with these people and being absolutely sure that I was not the smartest or the Blackest person in the room today. Some days, yes; but many days being able to bask in somebody else’s brilliant Blackness was wonderful.
This conversation has been had ad nauseum, by which I mean I’m sick of hearing people attack HBCUs. Because I’m rested from the weekend and have a little patience, I’ll assume you are late to the conversation and not just an ass. Here are the Cliff Notes:
He’s not an alum? I just figured out what it means to ‘feel some kind of way.’
IIIIIIIIIIIIIII GO THE HOUSE! WHERE DO YOU GO?
In the tradition of crab in a bucket Black humor, may I offer the following:
Ain’t never had fish and grits, cuz? Salmon cakes? I’m really confused right now.
Poor, deprived chile. Bless your heart. Get to Beaufort as soon as you can, hear?