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Saturday, March 6, 2010
..who's with me? (For the record, I'm not a fan of this "Sandy Banks" but she was the only black San Diego writer I could find...go figure)
Racial incidents at UC San Diego illuminate a younger generation's fears and hopes.
March 6, 2010
The black UC San Diego students were nursing a different sort of wrath: the psychic pain of hardworking high achievers, envisioning post-racial acceptance but reduced to crude racial stereotypes instead.
The generations met at a San Diego community forum that drew more than 600 people who were upset over a string of racial incidents spawned by a party promoted by white fraternity members from UC San Diego, "in honor of" Black History Month, that promised a taste of "life in the ghetto" -- cheap clothes, watermelon, malt liquor, gold teeth.
When I first heard about the "Compton Cookout," I was more disappointed than angry. I wished somebody would round up those frat boys, drop them off in Compton and let those "thugs" and "ghetto chicks" they mocked have at them.
I cringed when black students responded with demands and black politicians with press conferences.
Can we not play the "victim" card? I thought. Let's denounce the ignorance and move on.
But the church forum and a visit to campus this week taught me that I was wrong.
Like so many things involving race, the incident was not the issue; the party was just the spark. The problems it unmasked and the venom it unleashed -- waves of anger and backlash -- are far more troubling and dangerous.
A few days after news of the party broke, a student-run television program used racial slurs to mock black students. A noose was found dangling from a library bookcase. A pillowcase fashioned into a KKK-style hood was slipped over the head of a campus statue.
On campus, there were anti-racism rallies and counterdemonstrations defending "free speech." There have been heated classroom discussions, angry conversations and awkward silences.
The atmosphere is so "toxic" that David Ritcherson stopped going to his classes last week. "It's hard to sit in class thinking one of those people at the party might be sitting next to you," he told the crowd at the church forum.
Ritcherson, head of the campus Black Student Union, is a product of tiny Community Harvest, a charter school in South Los Angeles. His 300 schoolmates were mostly black, compared with less than 2% of UC San Diego's student body.
That makes for a sad and isolating ratio and leaves minority students feeling vulnerable.
"You wonder what people are thinking of you," said Jennifer, a Latina who grew up in Compton. She seethes silently, she said, during classmates' "free speech" diatribes.
Other students told me similar stories of being afraid to speak up or even walk on campus alone.
So many students have missed classes or gone home that university officials have agreed not to penalize them academically.
Strolling the sunny, tree-lined campus, I found it hard to imagine backpack-carrying students as hooded racists. But it's clear the fear is real.
"I don't think anything is going to happen," said Zowie Agbaosi, a third-year student who -- like our president -- has a white mother and Nigerian father.
"But the noose, the hood . . . those are symbols intended to instill fear. It makes you wonder how far it will go," she said.
I have a story that needs to be heard. I am the girl you’ve read about, the one who hung the noose in Geisel Library.
Firstly, I’m writing to apologize. I don’t have an excuse for what I did, and I deeply regret it.
Secondly, I’m writing to hopefully put a little bit of faith back into the UCSD campus by clarifying that it was not an act of racism. This is what happened.
I found a small piece of rope on the ground earlier in the day. While I was hanging out with my friends a bit later, we tried jump- roping with it and making it into a lasso. My friend then took the rope and tied it into a noose. I innocently marveled at his ability to tie a noose, without thinking of any of its connotations or the current racial climate at UCSD. I left soon after with one of my friends for Geisel to study, still carrying the rope. After a bit of studying I picked up the rope to play with, and ended up hanging it by my desk. It was a mindless act and stupid mistake. When I got up to leave, a couple hours later, I simply forgot about it. This was Tuesday night. Three days later, on Friday morning, I found out that the noose had been found and construed as another racist act on campus. I felt so ashamed and embarrassed, and the first thing I did was call the campus police and confess. I was hoping to clarify that this was not an act of racism before the incident got a full reaction from the campus. I gave my statement around 9 a.m. They thanked me for coming forward and for trying to clear up the issue. Later, I received a campuswide e-mail saying that I confessed and had been taken into custody, which simply wasn’t true. One thing that is true is that I have been suspended. I know what I did was offensive — regardless of my intentions — I am just trying to say I’m sorry. As a minority student who sympathizes with the students that have been affected by the recent issues on campus, I am distraught to know that I have unintentionally added to their pain.
...about Haiti because the news vans left, but awesome people like Sean Penn have not. He had key things to say last night on Bill Maher I think yall should check out:
Bill: A lot of people think we should devote our resources to a country that really needs to be rebuilt, America. I know you're a guy who follows politics pretty closely. If you, you probably are on occasion asked to rub shoulders with the people who run the world in Washington. I'm sure you've met the president.
Sean:No I have not.
Bill: You've never met Barack Obama?
Sean: No I held back because I wanted to write freely about him early on. But I think I know where you're going and I'd like to say ya know so much of what America is in rebuilding itself financially, the federal reserve, our system of currency is so much smoke and mirrors and so much of what we are as a dominant personality in the world. And that personality is THINNED OF CHARACTER at this point. And the character investment in Haiti is the beginning of a seed of a building of America that we haven't lived in our lifetime.
*AWESOME and well said* here's the rest....
What gets cut off in the last clip is a great point that Michael Moore makes: we didn't hear much about Chile because in Chile they had strict building regulations so when an earthquake that was of a much greater magnitude struck, less than 1000 people died. However in Haiti, what Moore calls a "Republicans Paradise" (due to lack of regulations), hundreds of thousands perished. He compared this to our current financial state. We have returned to playing the game as usual with no sanctions and no regulations. They are continuing to rob us blind.
Wake up folks.
See the show in its entirety HERE
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
....Thanks to Chas who led me to this :0p...
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
In the spirit of black history month, I have a little story to share. The other day I was thoroughly annoyed by a series of text messages that essentially attacked my being "an intelligent black female who is passionate about music" and not getting upset by John Mayer's recent outburst (see article HERE). Now I'm not quite sure in that elongated title I was given if I was supposed to more upset that John Mayer referred to his penis as a "white supremacist" and that it didn't like black women or that he got a "Nigga pass". Either way, "intelligent black female" that I was, I was supposed to be enraged.
But to his dismay, I was not. I was, however, very nonchalant. What I couldn't get him to understand is that this to me, wasn't prejudice or racism. This was a "rock star", someone in the public eye admittedly playing with the attention we were giving him. It was SHOCK value. It was also someone I knew to famous for playing the guitar because he was obsessed with Buddy Guy and wanted to play JUST like him. Buddy Guy is a black man and one of John Mayer's idols. So no, I wasn't upset. It was a spectacle that didn't affect me.
But today, I was upset.
In an invitation sent around my Alma Mater, UCSD, in either jest or true genuine spirit, a certain fraternity decided that THIS was how they should celebrate black history month:
February marks a very important month in American society. No, i'm not referring to Valentines day or Presidents day. I'm talking about Black History month. As a time to celebrate and in hopes of showing respect, the Regents community cordially invites you to its very first Compton Cookout.
For guys: I expect all males to be rockin Jersey's, stuntin' up in ya White T (XXXL smallest size acceptable), anything FUBU, Ecko, Rockawear, High/low top Jordans or Dunks, Chains, Jorts, stunner shades, 59 50 hats, Tats, etc.
For girls: For those of you who are unfamiliar with ghetto chicks-Ghetto chicks usually have gold teeth, start fights and drama, and wear cheap clothes - they consider Baby Phat to be high class and expensive couture. They also have short, nappy hair, and usually wear cheap weave, usually in bad colors, such as purple or bright red.
They look and act similar to Shenaynay, and speak very loudly, while rolling their neck, and waving their finger in your face. Ghetto chicks have a very limited vocabulary, and attempt to make up for it, by forming new words, such as "constipulated", or simply cursing persistently, or using other types of vulgarities, and making noises, such as "hmmg!", or smacking their lips, and making other angry noises,grunts, and faces.
The objective is for all you lovely ladies to look, act, and essentially take on these "respectable" qualities throughout the day.
Several of the regents condos will be teaming up to house this monstrosity, so travel house to house and experience the various elements of life in the ghetto.
We will be serving 40's, Kegs of Natty, dat Purple Drank- which consists of sugar, water, and the color purple , chicken, koolaid, and of course Watermelon. So come one and come all, make ya self before we break ya self, keep strapped, get yo shine on, and join us for a day party to be remembered- or not.
Seriously we serve only 2% at that campus and this is how Regents is allowing students to disrespect and represent us? What kind of modern day coonery/black faced mockery/hose us down why don't ya/might as well just throw the lynch ropes up while you're at it/ insult is this?!
Happy Black History Month to you too Tritons!
NBC San Diego picked up the story. The comments are ridiculous. Check it out HERE
Sunday, February 14, 2010
...is u big enough?
Secretly I wish this flashing color scheme followed me while I walk down the street...
A lil inside mi noggin..
- Brooklyn, NY, United States
- I'm blunt...and rather observant...DUH that means I should blog! I suffer from, no let me rephrase, I combat living with an AVM on a daily basis. An AVM is an Abnormal Veinous Malformation which affects about 250,000 people in the US (http://www.cumc.columbia.edu/dept/cerebro/AVM.htm#Link8). It affects everyone differently, for me it's caused a constant headache since 2003...litterally. I've been in countless doctors offices, been poked and proded, been through the emotions of being misdiagnosed with a brain tumor. Needless to say, I've been through a lot and not just because of my...let's call it an ailment. Above all I've developed a less than common outlook on life and perception of things.Don't for one minute misconstrue, I'm in no way a victim, I'm self-sufficient almost to a fault and encourage others to turn their weaknesses into empowerment. It builds character and makes for one hell of a screenplay ha! That combined with growing up immersed in a semi-charmed world, and the glitz and glamour of Hollyweird leads to some interesting anecdotes...Here are my thoughts...