i have never seen this much attitude in animation.


i have never seen this much attitude in animation.

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What, to the American slave, is your Fourth of July?

I answer: a day that reveals to him, more than all other days in the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is the constant victim. To him, your celebration is a sham; your boasted liberty, an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sounds of rejoicing are empty and heartless; your denunciation of tyrants, brass-fronted impudence; your shouts of liberty and equality, hollow mockery; your prayers and hymns, your sermons and thanksgivings, with all your religious parade and solemnity, are, to Him, mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisy-a thin veil to cover up crimes which would disgrace a nation of savages.

There is not a nation of savages. There is not a nation on the earth guilty of practices more shocking and bloody than are the people of the United States at this very hour.

Fredrick Douglass.
July 5th, 1852
Rochester, NY
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is a revolution
my hair
and that’s
no lye.

By Mawiyah Kai El-Jamah Bomani


No matter how many times I watch this video, I will never get tired of it. I to will wait because settling is unsettling. 

#JuneWritingChallenge Day 8- The New Jack Swing Era #BlackMusicMonth


I’m way behind on this challenge but I finally have a free moment so I thought I’d ramble on for a few lines. 

Guy’s “Groove Me”, Bell Biv Devoe’s “Posion”, Boy II Menz “MotowonPhilly”, the list goes on. The New Jack Swing era is probably my first era of music. It was so fun, free and full of soul. It was sexy. This is the music I put on when I’m cleaning up, getting ready to go out with the girls or working out. I love this era because period was more than just music. It was clothes, hairstyles, TV shows and movies. 

I stumbled across a mixtape on here about two years that had a few of the hits from the New Jack Swing Era. I might as well share. http://www.mediafire.com/?rbw7i4jzfsv658n

#JuneWritingChallenge Day 3-Jill Scott

It’s nearly midnight and I’m tired so we gone make this short and sweet tonight.  I’m going to come revisit this post when I’m not so tired

It’s the soul in her music, the soothing sound of her voice, the energy from her shows…I mean I can go on all day to describe my love for the beautiful Jill Scott. Jill’s music will make me cry, laugh, dance and yearn for some good love. She is the main artist I want see this summer. I’m ready to call in sick and just hop on a flight down to New Orleans for the Essence Music Festival just so I fill the void of seeing Jill live again.  Jilly from Philly is one of the best gifts that music has ever given me. 

#JuneWritingChallenge- Day 2 - An Ode to Marvin Sapp

This is not the time for giving up, this is not your place where you should be, not the time or the place to lie in defeat, you got to hold on, you got be strong.”- ‘Not the Place, Not the Time’

When I woke up this morning, one of the first things I did was write a post for the writing challenge so I wouldn’t fall further behind. It was simple and short on an inspirational song that I love, but then I checked my email and became frustrated, a feeling that I seem to be feeling more and more these days. So I decided to do what I do on most days when I’m in a bad mood, make some tea and put on some music to calm me down. I opted for Marvin Sapp instead of Tupac this time around. I’m sure ‘Hit Em Up’ would’ve only heightened my bad mood. Although Tupac normally works for me in these situations. 

Marvin Sapp has become a daily inspiration for me. At any given moment I can throw on a Marvin Sapp record and instantly have a testimony. I listen to “I Win” before any big challenge I’m about tackle .  ”Never Would’ve Made It” when my faith is low. “Praise Him in Advance” when I need a good shout and want to dance. The list goes on. Today ‘Not the Time, Not the Place’ is on repeat because I need a reminder that I need to just relax and stop overthinking things. 

My main frustration is the lack on consistency in my life, primarily my professional life. At this point I feel I should be content. I recently got promoted, got my own apartment, I even cut my hair to spark positive change in my life. My friendships are great. I guess I could be entertaining a man to tickle my fancy, but I’m okay with that not happening right now. But there are some areas that just lack consistency and it’s annoying. I just have to keep reminding myself that life is about constant change and things will work out soon. So for now I’ll just continue to sip my tea, pray and listen to Marvin Sapp until it all works out. 


Zanele Muholi: Of Love & Loss (2014) - Currently showing at Stevenson Gallery in Johannesberg (South Africa) from 14 February - 4 April 2014.

The opening coincides with the presentation of a prestigious Prince Claus Award to Muholi.

Gallery Statement:

In times of increasingly homophobic legislation enacted by African countries and in a climate of intolerance towards homosexuals in the Western world, South Africa distinguishes itself with a Constitution that recognises same-sex marriages; yet the black LGBTI (lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender and intersex) community is plagued by hate crimes. Black lesbians are particularly vulnerable and are regularly victims of brutal murders and ‘curatives rapes’ at the hand of neighbours or ‘friends’.

Since 2013 Muholi has been documenting weddings and funerals in the black LGBTI community in South Africa, joyful and painful events that often seem to go hand in hand. The show features photographs, video works and an installation highlighting how manifestations of sorrow and celebration bear similarities and are occasions to underline the need for a safe space to express individual identities.

As Muholi writes:

Ayanda Magoloza and Nhlanhla Moremi’s wedding in Katlehong took place four months after Duduzile Zozo was murdered in Thokoza. Promise Meyer and Gift Sammone’s wedding in Daveyton took place on 22 December in Daveyton, 15 days after Maleshwane Radebe was buried in Ratanda. Six months earlier, Ziningi and Delisile Ndlela were married in Chesterville, Durban. Many in the area attended the ceremony, blessed the newlywed couple and prayed for them and their children. We long for such blessings as we continue to read about the trials and tribulations that LGBTI persons experience in their churches, where homosexuality is persecuted. In 2014, when South African democracy celebrates its 20 years, it seems more important than ever to raise again our voice against hate crimes and discriminations made towards the LGBTI community.

The exhibition includes also a series of autobiographical images, intimate portraits of Muholi and her partner taken during their travels, a tender counterpoint to the tension still generated in South Africa today by same-sex and interracial relationships.

see her past work here.

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