Our lives, our cultures, are composed of many overlapping stories. Novelist Chimamanda Adichie tells the story of how she found her authentic cultural voice -- and warns that if we hear only a single story about another person or country, we risk a critical misunderstanding.
Our voice, our story must be our own narrative.
In the vast sweep of history, even an empire can be forgotten. In this wide-ranging talk, Gus Casely-Hayford shares origin stories of Africa that are too often unwritten, lost, unshared. Travel to Great Zimbabwe, the ancient city whose mysterious origins and advanced architecture continue to confound archeologists. Or to the age of Mansa Musa, the ruler of the Mali Empire whose vast wealth built the legendary libraries of Timbuktu. And consider which other history lessons we might unwittingly overlook.
We Africans in America can learn from Gus Casely-Hayford.
End of the Spring and here she comes back
Those Summer days
That's when I have most of my fun back
Them summer days
And everything is cool
Hot fun in the summertime
First of the Fall and there she goes back
And all the notes and words in between!
To tell, write, or express a joke takes thought. First, you have to make sure it is funny. If you share the joke beyond your immediate company, you should make sure it doesn’t offend anyone - or your joke will bite you in the ASS; big time.
The Volcano Vista High School of Albuquerque, New Mexico is in my neighborhood. A couple of students decided, as a joke they claim, to photoshop a classroom picture by pasting a Ku Klux Klan ‘white hood’ over the faces of all of the students except the Black students. This doesn’t by any personal, academic, community, or national standard approach anything near funny.
How about Evil? Yeah. How about hateful? Certainly. How about Stupid? No, you don’t get to high school by being stupid. How about the worse thing you could ever subject a Black person to in 2017 United States of America? Bingo!
Now, classmates have to either defend or repudiate the offending students. Parents have to either defend or repudiate the students. The community has to either defend or repudiate the students.
Doing nothing is not an option. The Black students are traumatized, scared, and out-numbered. Somebody has to make them feel safe within the halls of Volcano Vista high School. We all have to do something.
First, we have to educate all of the students, teachers, parents, and the community about the Ku Klux Klan - or KKK.
The Ku Klux Klan, commonly called the KKK or simply the Klan, is the name of three distinct movements in the United States that have advocated extremist reactionary positions such as white supremacy, white nationalism, anti-immigration and—especially in later iterations—Nordicism, anti-Catholicism and anti-semitism. Historically, the KKK used terrorism—both physical assault and murder—against groups or individuals whom they opposed. All three movements have called for the "purification" of American society and all are considered right-wing extremist organizations. For starters, go to Wikipedia and branch out from there for more in-depth information about this terrorist group.
That said; now we are left with the call for healing and rebuilding trust, not only at Volcano Vista High School, but in the surrounding community and beyond. Healing is going to take a long time. Case in point; people have migrated from places where the KKK continues to be prominent and where crime and drugs are prevalent to afford a better life for themselves and their children. They come to places like Santa Fe and Albuquerque to raise their children in a safe environment. Creating that doctored picture and then distributing it on the internet, those students have expressed to the world that, at least, Volcano Vista High School and Albuquerque is NOT that safe place. Damage done.
Now, those students, with a chance at redemption, must be the leading agents in healing the community they tore asunder. They must, beyond their deserving punishment, lead in the effort of healing their school, parents, and community. And they must play a major role in rebuilding trust for Albuquerque and beyond. Our community must come from behind the adobe walls and make it known where they stand on the issues of hatred and bigotry. Those offending students started this. And that’s no joke.
The African American Community Service Agency (AACSA)
Asus Chromebox M004U - WELL WORTH THE PRICE! ($142.00)
This computer boots up in seconds! Really fast!
Initial setup took minutes; from opening up the package/swapping out my Acer chromebook/updating the OS (chrome)/and checking my email took maybe 15 minutes. I decided to add more memory (rather than waiting to see if I actually needed it) and that took maybe another 15 minutes. I'm comfortable with the Google ecosystem so this is fantastic for me. So far, the unit is quiet and hasn't turn 'hot to the touch' after several hours use. As of this writing, I've clocked perhaps 24 hours of use; having receiving the unit via Fedex. The Chromebox arrived on the promised date. The packaging from Overstock was more than adequate. I couldn't be happier!
Thank you ASUS and thank you OVERSTOCK.COM!
Let's Support Our Brother's Establishment!
So far, the mainstream media news on Patrick Mapalo's new business, KUMBA COFFEE, has been rather light. As of today, 07/02/2017, I have seen only one article. Here it is:
"... [May 30, 2017] ALBUQUERQUE, N.M. (KRQE) – It’s only been a couple of months since Patrick Mapalo opened the doors to his new coffee shop in downtown Albuquerque. Kumba Coffee is a dream that Mapalo had from his time growing up in the African country of Zambia.
Since following all the legal procedures to become an immigrant to the United States, Mapalo says he has a great appreciation for the process which he worked for that brought him here to become a citizen. Part of the American dream is now owning his own business.
Mapalo has also joined with the Albuquerque Sister Cities Foundation, which according to their website, builds bridges between the cultures of the international cities tied to Albuquerque. This is also in the effort of strengthening the areas of education and business which ultimately create strong bonds of all the cities involved.
Kumba Coffee is located at 700 2nd Street NW or you can learn more from their Facebook page.
700 2nd Street, NW
What say ye? please comment!
Tommie and I were contemplating our post-high school fate, on the back porch of the Urban League building. We were smoking pot.
“Broome Community College”, puff.
“Upper Front Street High; two more years”, puff puff.
An upperclassman from the 4-year university, Harpur College, finds us.
“So, here’s Binghamton’s famed Black radicals. Stoned out of their minds”.
“How can we help you, bourgeois college boy?”
“What if I can get you into the Big School this Fall?” We listened.
“Book the Urban League community room, then escort the New York chapter of the Black Panther party from the Greyhound bus station, and fill the seats”.
Tommie got his Mom’s bright yellow Chevy Caprice and met the Panthers at the Chenango Street bus station.
I went door-to-door in the neighborhood; houses, apartments, jook joints and businesses. Mission accomplished.
Upstairs in the community room, the Panthers insisted that Tommie and I flank them as they spoke. The upperclassman stood in the back by the door.
One of our homeboys, Paul, decides to flex his brain muscles by challenging the Panthers with questions about the necessity of self-policing our neighborhood or their even talking to our community.
“Binghamton is a quiet, peaceful town without the racial problems of a big city like New York”, says Paul.
Tommie and I glanced at one another with that ‘he ought to be shot’ look. Then we remembered that the Panthers were armed. Afterwards, someone remarked that our knees were shaking.
That Summer, we attended some special admissions classes and were admitted into the 4-year big school in the Fall of 1969. Thank you Black Panthers! And thank you, bourgeois college boy.
What to do with all those selfies and pics? Ah, share them with folks! And that's what I'm going to do with the images of family and friends, here, in New Mexico. I hope you enjoy and read the text (there's micro-stories and clues of things to come).
Peace & Blessings,
"Guided by the Ancestors"