I wish I had friends who voted in local elections.
Where ya’ll at?
I wish I had friends who voted in local elections.
Where ya’ll at?
It’s pretty outside, so I took a picture of myself!
And if Michael Brown was not angelic, I was practically demonic. I had my first drink when I was 11. I once brawled in the cafeteria after getting hit in the head with a steel trash can. In my junior year I failed five out of seven classes. By the time I graduated from high school, I had been arrested for assaulting a teacher and been kicked out of school (twice.) And yet no one who knew me thought I had the least bit of thug in me. That is because I also read a lot of books, loved my Commodore 64, and ghostwrote love notes for my friends. In other words, I was a human being. A large number of American teenagers live exactly like Michael Brown. Very few of them are shot in the head and left to bake on the pavement.
The “angelic” standard was not one created by the reporter. It was created by a society that cannot face itself, and thus must employ a dubious “morality” to hide its sins. It is reinforced by people who have embraced the notion of “twice as good” while avoiding the circumstances which gave that notion birth. Consider how easily living in a community “with rough patches” becomes part of a list of ostensible sins. Consider how easily “black-on-black crime” becomes not a marker of a shameful legacy of segregation but a moral failing.”
— Ta-Nehisi Coates, being amazing. (via questionall)
It’d be nice if I could still call you, so we could talk about my day. But I’m not sure that you’d answer. Because I probably wouldn’t for you. So that’s that I guess.
Allison Janney won an Emmy last week in the category of Guest Actress in a Drama Series for her role as Margaret Scully on Masters of Sex. Janney spoke to Fresh Air a few weeks ago about filming the sex scenes:
"The situation is so awkward that you do have to become fast friends [with the other actors], or you look for anything to be comfortable with your scene partner. Maybe that’s sharing some silly thing that happened with you in bed your first time or whatever — anything to break the ice.
I had to ask for just a little shot of courage before I had my first sex scene with Teddy Sears [on Masters of Sex] who is just the most gorgeous, wonderful, handsome specimen. … When I say courage, just a little shot of bourbon … I just wanted something to take the edge off because I was beyond nervous. Who gets to do a sex scene when you’re 50?”
Ernest Hemingway, from The Garden Of Eden
Michael Brown is dead, shot multiple times by a police officer in Ferguson, Missouri. On the day he is to be buried, The New York Times profiled the 18-year-old. Included in the 1300-word piece are references to Brown’s taste in music and his poor grades.…
“He began producing rap songs with friends … He collaborated on songs that included lyrics such as, “My favorite part is when the bodies hit the ground.”
I’m black, but my closest friends in high school were all white. All but two of them drank. All but one listened to rap music, everything from the vulgar to the high-minded. Most of my friends smoked weed. A few of them sold it. At senior prom, two of my friends offered me ecstasy. Our freshman year, we had a day of mourning to reflect on the death of our hockey team’s goalie, who’d overdosed on prescription meds. But if any of my white high school friends got shot, none of this would matter to The New York Times.
“Brown was not the best student.”
During college, I dated a beautiful, intelligent, funny girl. She was a pastor’s daughter from northern New Hampshire. She was blond with light eyes, a winning smile, great grades and a good head on her shoulders. She played sports, volunteered in church, and brightened the lives of the people around her. We broke up because her parents and grandmother completely objected to her dating a black man. But then she moved down south and had a baby with a black man. She was no angel. She drank, listened to vulgar rap — I taught her most of the words to Too $hort’s “Freaky Tales. She is the proud mother of one of the absolute most beautiful little girls I have ever laid eyes upon. If she were shot dead tracks today, The New York Times wouldn’t write about her taste in music, or her drinking. None of that would matter.
“Brown showed a rebellious streak. One time, his mother gave him her ATM card so he could buy shoes, said Brown’s friend, Brandon Lewis. Brown bought himself a PlayStation console.”
Before I got to Northeastern, I’d never actually seen cocaine, much less seen anyone ingest it. My first night at college, my girlfriend and I roamed the streets looking for a decent party. We found one, thanks to a friend I’d made at orientation. “Matt” was a seemingly laid back kid I’d hung out with between mandatory orientation meetings. Here he was, at this party, sniffing line after line of coke off a kitchen counter, in plain view of anyone who entered.
“An aspiring rap artist, he included vulgar lyrics of misogyny and aggression in some of his songs.”
‘Matt’ had jet black hair and broad shoulders. He was a little over six feet tall. He was also the only white kid I met at Northeastern who knew, much less liked, J Dilla. We both know the words to Dilla’s “Fuck The Police.” I’m still Facebook friends with Matt. To hear him tell his story, he got caught with three or four ounces of cocaine in Framingham, cooperated, gave a few names, got two years probation, and never saw the inside of a cell. Matt is absolutely hilarious, sure to keep you in stitches if you have the pleasure of spending more than five minutes with him. Matt still uses and sells illegal drugs. Nothing I’ve just said about him would be likely to make it into a New York Times profile of Matt if he were to die young.
You would likely be told, instead, about his sense of humor, his good looks, his beautiful spouse and his degree from a top flight university. The rest of it? His cocaine use. His taste in vulgar music. It may as well have never even happened.
“Michael Brown, 18, due to be buried Monday, was no angel.”
I am no angel. But really, no one is. It’s just that some of us also are black.
This is how I wear my sunglasses now
buying clothes that aren’t black is hard
-President Obama said this today about the beheading of James Foley.
I liked that.
I also think—though not detracting from this absolutely nihilistic crime—it’s important to remember that extreme Islamic groups, such as ISIS, take the greatest toll on their neighboring Muslim civilians.
I wish tumblr folk cared more about the obstacles that underprivileged minorities face in educational and career opportunities than they do about who Taylor Swift puts in her music videos.
Also all other people. As a rule.