14.Aug – { This Week Sucks } by Tina Nagbare

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I can’t say that I hate the police. It’s hard for me to utter those words because I have many friends who are in law enforcement. Many friends who walk out of their homes everyday with the best intent to protect and serve. Many friends who are also girlfriends & boyfriends, wives & husbands, friends, and parents who put their lives on the line every day in communities that hate them. One of my closest friends is the mother of a 1yr old whom she leaves every day to watch over and protect the streets of Chicago. She’s been injured twice. She’s tried to convince teenagers – as she was arresting them – to join mentoring programs … she even gave one of them her personal phone number if they ever wanted to talk. She’s now being required to work overtime (more time away from her child) to address the “increasing” violence in Chicago. Knowing this, I can’t say “I hate the police” no more than I would appreciate someone saying “all Blacks are on welfare” because that lumps them into a homogeneous group – and that is unfair and it is not the reality.

But what I CAN say is…  F*** Those Who Abuse Their Authority.

You see that feels more appropriate because it allows me to cast a much wider net. For example:

And so the list goes on…. but you get the point.

I just wish I could live in blissful ignorance. I became so exhausted with the world this week that I don’t even know what to do anymore. I didn’t have any side eyes to give, I just closed them. There is just way too much going on right now and this week I just tried to opt-out of knowing, because I don’t know how to process these issues anymore at all …. I am just exhausted. And being informed has become a burden. Where is the On/Off switch for the internet? I don’t want to know anything anymore.

In general what I’m saying is “this week sucked”. It was terrible. Even the places that I usually turn to for humor had nothing to give me. Everyone is over it. But hey, it’s Thursday. So press through folks – the week is almost over.

Also, this happened. RIP Robin L

 

10.Aug – { Kids Cypher 2014 }

First …I’d like to thank Monica for recording this…so I can experience awesome times like this while I’m away.  I love that my kids weekends are filled with THIS!  Although all of the kids did a great job.  I want to point out my little kings. Jojo went first…Joshy went third….THEN JoJo teamed up with his homeboy and did a poppin routine that killed it! – shout out to Johny Dupre – Tommy Chu and the Culture Shock family for keeping hip-hop/breakin/poppin alive in the hearts of kids…

– Kenneth.

9.Aug – { My Low-Key Obsession with my Roots }

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so….

I stand on the firm belief that the blacks in this country are one of the most alienated and displaced people groups in all of God’s green earth.   This believe stems from the fact that 99.9% of us don’t have a sense of identity, namely because of the middle passage and the bleaching of our heritage.  You ask most blacks (sans the blessed ones, like Jackson Heights very own; Tina Enagbare) where their people are from, and they’ll give you a state – because that’s as far as we can go back.

It’s a shame that we’re from the biggest continent on this planet and can’t identify ourselves with what country our people are from.   And i dare a white person to toss my way that we should say ‘Murica – because we live here…well, Sir…Madame… a lot of you have the luxury of having a last name to assist in you in belting out “Kiss me, I’m IRISH”…. most of our names that we bare come from slave owners, then when dare try to change it – or give a name that means something to our culture – we’re called ghetto and then we don’t get jobs.

I wouldn’t say that it was just my sensitivity to racial issues that sparked my interest in starting a journey to find out where my people are from – but it was coupled with multiple encounters with people that have stopped me in public (and randomly too, might I ass) to ask me what my ethnic background was – more often than not, they asked because they had already declared that I was from one of three countries: Ethiopia, Somalia, and Eritrea.  The first time this happened was years ago, and I thought it was interesting to find out – but I wasn’t pressed to do so.  Since then, this has happened eight different times, and the same three countries are mentioned – so the fact that this happened yesterday…pushes me even harder to do it…it also inspired a flipping blog post.

SO I GO TO ANCESTRY.COM – and I start to fill out a lot of the general information.  Then it gets to a part where you have to decide what type of membership you want…the “worldwide” membership gets you to records outside of the U.S! – I’m over here raising the roof in 2014 because I’m getting closer to getting the answers that sway doesn’t have…. and then THIS HAPPENS:

Discover your immigrant ancestors and learn more about your family’s homeland in detailed passenger lists, border crossings and more!”  

then it goes on to say…

“Learn about your ancestors in more than 60 countries outside the U.S., including the UK, Ireland, Canada, Germany, Australia, France, Denmark, Norway, Sweden and more!” – 

My face froze…they don’t have records of the middle passage MAN!, this was a completely unjustifiable and barbaric evolution!…

then I saw this…”Make discoveries in Ancestry.com special collections with records and help focusing on African-American and Jewish family history” – and i was like “LOOK AT GAWT….WON’T HE DO IT?”…

So now i have to cough up this money and get this information.  Perhaps if you’re reading this – some interest has sparked in your heart to do some seeking about where you come from as well…if not – use that money to keep turning up on the weekends – while spending it on Baby Phat and JNCO jeans.

– Kenneth

5.Aug – { The Absurdity of Pure Negroism in Modern Day Culture }

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This sickens me.

This – among many other reasons is why I rarely tell people I even rap.   The color of my skin, brings some commonality with me and the shooter…and the five  disgusting boys that stepped over the victim like he was a puddle of piss.  I cringed while watching this.

This sickens me.

The violence that rap perpetuates.  The trap music that blares – glorifying this murderous sub-culture…brings us to events like this.