I find myself bursting into tears randomly over the last several weeks since I returned from vacation. It’s literally only been 20 days since I arrived back in the U.S. and I have knots in my neck. My stomach is always upset. My herniated discs are more active than usual. I’ve been thinking that maybe … Continue reading A Weary Heart
This phrase is borrowed from Mr. Bansi aka Robert Zwelinzima in "Siswe Bansi is Dead" by Athol Fugard, John Kani, and Winston Ntshona. A play I came to know fairly well while vacationing in Anguilla. To say I'm sick and numb is an understatement. What has been happening since before Trayvon, Renisha, Eric, and now Michael has … Continue reading “Our Skin Is Trouble!”
This was so helpful to read. It articulates some of what I want to write sometimes but feel overwhelmed and shy to do.
This is a question (or subject) which I have often reflected on and indeed written on.
And in truth, there will no doubt be some commonalities in the answers given by different people doing this challenge. But because we are all unique and our circumstances unique I don’t doubt that there will no doubt be some answers that I give, which are entirely specific to me.
I think I am going to deal with the ‘cons’ first as I would very much like to end this post on a positive note rather than a negative one.
Ok first the explanatory disclaimer. The truth is that there are a whole myriad of cons which can be associated to having mental illness or experiencing poor mental health. But in the interest of not…
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My fellow blogger friend has said it all.
We all know that hands raised in the air at a moment of conflict indicate surrender. They say, “I’m unarmed” or “I’ve laid down my arms” and “please, do not harm me” and “I am in your power.” At least, those of us who watch tv and films, read cartoons and novels, track newspapers and magazines. This “I surrender” sign is a global vernacular, taught and circulated by children’s cartoons. (We might need to ask why children’s cartoons teach this vernacular.) And so, what is striking about “Hands Up, Don’t Shoot” as a chanted slogan and as printed words on handmade, often homemade, signs is that it indexes the failure of this bodily vernacular when performed by a black body, by a killable body. Blackness becomes the break in this global bodily vernacular, the error that makes this bodily action illegible, the disposability that renders the gesture irrelevant.
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""Welcome home! You look happy to be back." The White Immigration officer said to me, beaming. "I am. I've been gone for a while!" And I really was at that moment. The new "scan your passport and adjust your weave for a picture" system was impressive to me. No more long lines. I was digging … Continue reading Welcome to America