Separate, But Equal For The Greater Good!

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Separate, but equal.

Such powerful words. They created the basis for Jim Crow and laundromats. And zoos. Definitely zoos. Well over time I’ve come to learn that with all of the progress we’ve made with integration (whether or not integration was a good thing is rightfully debatable), that while being able to drink from the same drinking fountain f*cking rocks, there are some instances where perhaps, separate, but equal just might be better. In some ways, thats the premise that the Black Panthers were working with. Allow our communities to police ourselves because we couldn’t trust the power structure as it was to justly address the issues of our community.

Then came crack.

Moving on. The point is, all segregation isn’t a bad thing. I hear you looking at me with odd trepidation. I would be too. But trust me, I’ve recently discovered some areas where perhaps segregation might be beneficial to all parties involved. Eli Porter face. I did that.

And thiiiiiiiiis is where this post takes the turn towards, huh? what? Just keep swimming.

While I have you completely baffled about what direction I’m going, here is a list of things where segregation might be best for us all.

1. Hip-hop dance class

To most white people, all Black people have rhythm, can sing and dance, and are great at basketball. And I, for one, am completely okay with that stereotype. We’re the purveyors of cool. I think white and Black people have come to a comfortable understanding and acceptance that we’ve got this entertainment thing on lock. So imagine just how disappointing (and upsetting) it would be if the Black chick in the hip-hop dance class sucked at dancing. Hell, I’d be disappointed and I KNOW all Black people can’t dance. Plus, Black people wouldn’t be subject to being taught “Black culture” by white teachers who call themselves things like DJ Scriggety Scratch who start all classes by saying “peace” forcing us to want to jackslap and mollywop somebody to make penance for the blatant disrespect of our culture. Or something. Point is, segregated hip-hop dance class is a win for everybody. Khaled.

2. Any establishment that serves soul food

As we’ve said plenty of times on this here site, down South, Black and white people pretty much eat the same sh*t. Hell, back in slavery days, we were the ones cooking for massa and ‘nem so it makes sense that on Thanksgiving day in the South, everybody’s eating the same thing (with the exception of the large Hispanic population who are likely NOT eating hogmaws). Do you know how difficult it is for some Black people to eat chicken AND/OR watermelon in front of white people? I know people who refuse to do so as to not be stereotypical. Well, if we mandated segregated soul food eating then we, the Black people, could be free to eat our stereotypical food in peace while they, the white people, could be free to eat the most bland deviled eggs of all time without worrying about anybody trying to put paprika on them. Everybody wins.

3. The movies

Hear me out. This kind of probably happens already anyway depending on the movie. But if there’s one place where stereotypes get reinforced, its the movie theater. Word.Life. Ninjas do hoodrat things with their friends at the movies. And I assume white people do too. We just tend to be a little more auditory. I remember going to see Bamboozled when it came out in Atlanta and much to my surprise there was a very mixed crowd. Well, we talked through the whole damn movie. Amenning it up. Yelling and booing at the screen. I’m fairly positive that the nice white people didn’t hear half the movie because I know that I didn’t hear half the movie. Picture a Tyler Perry movie experience on opening weekend. Well if we separate, but equate that joint then white people can watch in silence and Black folks can ham it up in loudence…THEN wait for the DVD to come out and purchase that joint ENSURING that Black movies continue to get made since the main reason why so many Black movies can’t get the green-light is because the majority of money made on Black movies comes from DVD sales. If we ain’t buying, they ain’t making. Word to big bird. Again, everybody wins. White folks pay upfront and we take it in the rear. Sounds like life, eh?

4. Men’s bathrooms for Drake fans and for non-Drake fans

In one, there are urinals and stalls. In the other, there are only stalls. I’ll let you assign them accordingly.

Those are just a few examples of places that logically might make sense to segregate, if ya know what I mean, for the greater good. Good people of VSB, got anything else???

Talk to me.

-VSB P aka THE ARSONIST aka MR. I’M NOT THAT SENSITIVE aka GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRL HE A 3

The World We Have Vs. The World We Want

Make no mistake, Geraldo is an idiot. To lay blame on “the hoodie” as being even one IOTA responsible for Trayvon Martin’s death (in context) is ethnically naive and lazy at best and irresponsible at worst. Even his own son has come out against his comments.

But being objective about it, I understand what he was getting at. He just got it wrong and shouldn’t have said it. Geraldo was clumsily talking about the age old debate about the world you have versus the one you want. And it’s a debate that each and every parent is faced with early on in the lives of their children.

See, the hoodie that Trayvon was wearing (and by default Trayvon, himself) is no more responsible for his death than the Arizona Ice Tea can that he had in his hand. The little bit that we do know implies that all fault lies entirely with George Zimmerman, who was a vigilante with a gun who thought he wielded power in a situation where he had none. Zimmerman made two mistakes that night. 1) He profiled a young Black man (not a crime); and 2) he killed a young Black man because of the profiling (an obvious crime). To pretend that the Black man piece of it isn’t the predominant part by blaming a hoodie is ignorance that only Gucci Mane could appreciate.

In that vein though, we’re going to focus on the first bullet.

H. Rap Brown once said that “violence is as American as cherry pie.” I’d like to add an addendum to that and say that “profiling is ALSO as American as cherry pie.” Everybody profiles. Each and every one of us do it. It’s a learned act. We take all of the various pieces of information that we’ve obtained over the course of our lives and judge everybody we see.

Black people are especially egregious when it comes to profiling. We do it to each other probably as much if not more than white people do it. The big difference? White people do it out of fear…many of us do it because we are preparing for what’s likely to go down. We just tend to know. When I was younger, my father used to tell me to always survey my surroundings and if I had the slightest inkling that something or somebody didn’t look right to get the f*ck out of dodge. Between that and “don’t get her pregnant”, my father thought he had my life covered. My father’s advice to me was to profile people. And then make a decision based on what you think you see. And ALWAYS err on the side of caution.

Because if I’m right, I’m right. But if I’m wrong, I could have been right, so I’m never wrong, just in case I was right. (Incidentally George Zimmerman proved this adage incorrect once you take it upon yourself to directly act out on your suspicions of wrong.)

As confusing as that statement is, that mental math is a calculation that many of us do on a daily basis. Which is what I think Geraldo was getting at in a weird and f*cked up way. See, in the world we live in, ninjas in hoodies, at night, tend to be ones that are out doing dirt. Right?

Wrong.

His problem, and the problem of so many individuals in authority is that they run with the idea that Black man in hoodie = potential criminal. The fact that anybody would suggest that minorities should stop wearing ANY clothing for which the power structure can misconstrue is a problem for me. All hoodies are not created equal apparently because you can’t tell me that a white dude rocking a Hollister hoodie looks like a potential criminal to law enforcement…except if you put a little liquor in him then he IS the scariest mofo ON THE PLANET.

It’s all about race. And Geraldo either doesn’t know, doesn’t show, or doesn’t care to accept this fact.

The world we have. In the world we have its not out of bounds for somebody to suggest that we, again, attempt to assimilate ourselves into the most plain Jane existence in order to not scare the living f*ck out of any white person who may end up killing us with the long arm of the law on his side. Because those poor white agressors/victims/individuals only know what they’ve seen on television, the negatives that are mostly self-inflicted. No wonder why we keep begging for positive images on television. We need to create a fantastical positive to balance out so much of the f*ck sh*t that we create in real life. Everybody who has been screaming about the need for concern over black-on-black crime is absolutely right. White man killing Black man can’t be where this ends.

In the world we want however, none of that should even matter. None of it. In the world most of us want we would never have to worry about our Black children NOT coming home because of any number of activities or what their wearing being the vital component of that which might render them dead. And death by police above all else. That’s white privilege that I’d love to experience.

I have a Black female friend who constantly leaves her laptop in the backseat of her car, fully exposed. Every time I question her about it she mentions that nobody will steal it because why would anybody steal her laptop. Basically, it’s hers and its in her car. Hers. I’m often baffled by this because, well, I’ve lived in the hood and I’ve had my sh*t taken. By my next door neighbor. To me, it seems like an inevitability. To her it seems inconceivable that anybody would steal her stuff. She lives in the world I want. I live in the world we have. And our mentalities cross paths without ever touching one another. Must be the power of positive thinking because she’s yet to be a victim (knocks on wood) and I’ve been victimized enough for three white people to film a viral video.

In the world that we want, George Zimmerman see’s a young Black man walking in a hoodie and it doesn’t necessarily signal to him that “somebody’s out of place”. But I hate to say that there’s a vast majority of us out here who, given certain circumstances, would make a similar judgement and that’s the most troubling part of it all. I’m proud that we’re all out here with our hoodies on calling for justice, I just hope that we remember that same lesson when we go to our respective homes and see somebody walking down our empty street in a hoodie.

I wonder if we’d all make the assumption that we are pissed that Zimmerman didn’t make…that he’s just somebody going somewhere, nothing more nothing less. And I don’t know how true that is. And that is very conflicting for me because if I’m the sum total of my experience, then chances are, I’m going to profile somebody tomorrow.

In the world I want, Trayvon Martin could have walked home without being hassled at all. In the world we have, that couldn’t happen. But not because Zimmerman profiled, but because he didn’t have the sense to NOT play God. It’s not out of bounds for somebody to see somebody they deem suspicious and call the police to have it checked out. Yeah we’d be mad for the profiling but no life would be lost.And it should stop there with more continued calls to end institutional profiling.

I’ll never tell me daughter that she can’t wear something as to not scare or piss of white people. My father told me that once because of some clothes I was rocking and it offended me to no end. I should be able to wear what I want. And my father said, “should doesn’t have sh*t to do with anything.” His point? Life isn’t fair. For some of us, the world is against you from day one.

“Law isn’t necessarily justice.”

Imagine that.

So what world do you prepare your children for? And what world do you live in?

-VSB P aka THE ARSONIST aka MR. YES I’M WEARING THAT aka GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRL HE A 3

***On a lighter note: peep the Trailer for Madame Noire’s “Ask A Black Man” web-series where Panama Jackson is featured in two episodes. First episode debuts on March 28th!***

The Week In Review

Between countless annual events (i.e.: awards shows, season premieres, etc), weekly regularities (i.e. episodes of “RHOA” or “Basketball Wives”), and more “spontaneous” occurrences (i.e.: Whitney Houston’s funeral, Oprah’s interview with the Houston family, etc), we’ve reached a point in our culture where, for many of us, the collective consumption of a subject matters more than the subject itself. Basically, we careinfinitely more about what’s said on our Twitter timelines about Jim and Chrissy’s relationship on “Love and Hip-Hop” than we do about Jim and Chrissy’s relationship.

This quote is from “Collective Consumerism: It Takes a Village to Watch a TV Show (?)” — an article I wrote at Ebony.com. And while I do still think that the latent premise remains true, I think it’s pretty ironic that I’d write an article talking about how what we consume pales in comparison to our consumption of it in the same week I wrote two posts here talking about the importance of the avalanche of virtual attention the Trayvon Martin case has received. Anyway, if you haven’t checked it out already, please do. (And, if so compelled, leave a comment.)

Panama, aka “The Girl’s BFF,” aka “The Three Goggles” has an interesting post up at Guyspeak this week titled “Man Law Violations That Women Want Us To Engage In”. While he didn’t mention what I consider to be the most annoying Man Law Violation That Women Ask Us To Do — “share food from our plate before we even had a chance to eat it” — the list includes “Wearing Sandals” which, I swear to Baby Jesus, every single woman I’ve ever seriously dated has tried to convince me to do.

If that doesn’t quench your Panama thirst, you can also check out “Ask A Black Man” – Meet Panama Jackson on Madame Noire. And, while you’re over there, make sure to check out the transcript from my weekly live chat on Madame Noire’s Facebook page.

Lastly, the pic up top is from Wednesday’s #millionhoodiemarch in support of Trayvon Martin. We did this already on our Facebook fan page, but if you have any hoodie pics to share, please leave them in the comments below. Because we’re not all that original, we’re going to copy what Urban Cusp has already done try and create a gallery of our own. I know creating a gallery isn’t going to save any lives or right any injustices, but if we’re all going to start doing something, we gotta start somewhere, right?

—Damon Young (aka “The Champ”)

In Honor Of Trayvon Martin And The #MillionHoodieMarch

Something dawned on me last night while reflecting on all the reading, listening, writing, tweeting, and talking I’ve devoted to all things Trayvon Martin in the last couple of days. Something feels different about this. 

Now, I realize that it could just be me. From Troy Davis and K.O.N.Y. to Tookie and Derrion Albert, there have been numerous recent instances of viral activism and virtual galvanization; causes we collectively championed and people we collectively cried for. I was not as taken by any of those as much as I’ve been taken by Trayvon Martin, and I accept the possibility that this “different feeling” could just be a bit of personal confirmation bias. Of course things are different now. Why? Because I’m finally involved and invested.

With that being said — and recognizing that this could all be in my head — I can not ignore the fact that something about this just feels different. The outrage seems a little hotter. The tears seem a little saltier. That sickness in our stomachs seems a little deeper. And, most importantly, that feeling of “I-don’t-know-what-do-to, but-we-f*cking-need-to-do-something”-ness seems a little stronger.

Hmm. A few days ago, I was talking to my mom about, I don’t know, work or bacon or some other typical bullshit daily minutiae, and right when I was about to get off the phone, she asked “Damon, what do you believe in?”

Even though I heard what she said, I asked her to repeat it because the question caught me so off guard. She did, and I asked if I could get back to her with an answer another time. She laughed, replied “Sure,” but added “You definitely need to think about that, though. You should be able to give me an answer.”

It’s been three days since she asked me that question. I still haven’t thought of a good answer. But, if the Trayvon Martin case has taught me anything, it’s that it’s time for me, time for us, to believe in something, and it feels like we’re finally ready and willing to do that.

—Damon Young (aka “The Champ”)

 

Random PSA:  Liz is executive producing (yet another) web series for MadameNoire.com called “Ask A Black Man”–a talk show featuring Black men. The topics are all about love, sex, marriage and dating. You won’t want to miss this. New shows air every Wednesday on Madame Noire starting next Wednesday, March 28th. Stay tuned for the trailer. They’re rolling out the bios of each cast member. First up? Panama Jackson, who will appear in two episodes. Check out his bio and some sexxy (for a 3) photos here.

K.O.N.Y. 2012

(For the record, I’m aware that it’s merely KONY 2012, but I’m going to make a point with that.)

Criticism, like love, is a many splendored thing. Truth is, it’s way easier to criticize something or somebody than it is to acknowledge that something or somebody is actually attempting to make a difference and give credit where credit is due. Such brings us to the present day (well last week and running currently) KONY 2012 campaign by the company and organization Invisible Children.

To be fair, I knew very little about this until yesterday when I read somebody’s Facebook status criticizing the Kony 2012 thing on the grounds that anybody who cares about this now and didn’t pay attention to any myriad African causes is hypocrtical and ill-informed. Fair enough, but totally misses the boat. But we’ll get to that in a moment. Back to me just finding out what in Sam Hill this Kony thing is about.

I’d heard mention of it last week when somebody mentioned some video for Kony. Now, I obviously listen to too much hip-hop because I immediately thought it was some sort of King of New York upcoming tribute to the Notorious B.I.G. Or some wayward reworking of T.O.N.Y. by Capone-N-Noreaga. And because I didn’t care, I let that b*tch breathe. Again, too much hip-hop. But after seeing the critical FB message I watched the entire video, all roughly 30 minutes of it, at work, and found myself in awe at this organizations presentation AND plan to bring attention and awareness to a cause.

Let’s forget the actual target of the cause for a second. Let’s talk about the method. It’s sheer brilliance. In today’s social media driven landscape, Invisible Chidlren, created a video where they showed the birth of a movement from inception to action. And that my friends is impressive. And it’s one that takes full advantage of the way youth move in this nation now from creating viral campaigns and utilizing that message to effect change to the point where the President takes notice and does something entirely based on their work and advocacy. That is how you do something. That’s how you make a difference. I must say that I was completely impressed and inspired by the dedication it took to be both patient enough and believe in something enough to stick with it for the long haul. And the method of creating propoganda to make the man’s name a household name isn’t even obnoxious like some of the Occupy camps that popped up. Interesting that immediate reaction was to draw comparisons. I’m human. Sue me.

Joseph Kony, one of the leaders of Uganda’s Lord’s Resistance Army, is undoubtedly a bad man. And while there’s NO way that any 30 minute video could fully capture the complexity of the issue of Kony’s crimes against humanity and the creation of child rebel soldiers, what this video did was create an entire awareness to possibly as many as 74 million people who watched the video on YouTube and who knows how many others who’ve read about it since last week (March 5).

Obviously, that creates controversy. Which is where the criticisms start to come in (all easily Google-able). Is it too little too late? Some say that Kony is nowhere near as much of an issue as he was 10 years ago in Uganda. Maybe true, but he’s still on the ICC’s list of wanted criminals. Some say this video has done more damage than good by giving Kony the heads up that the USA and Uganda are looking for him and will force him to change up his methods of hiding (he’s on the run). Others claim that this organization isn’t clear and transparent about their actual charity work, etc. A claim that the organization itself hasn’t been shy about addressing. Others think the video had the wrong focus. And some folks are claiming some type of “why do you people care now when you didn’t care about anything else….”

I can honestly say that I hate people who make that last argument. You can’t do anything about anything unless you know about it. Speeches only reaches those that know it exists. Knowing what to care about is impossible unless everybody knows where to find out about what’s going on. Which is why this campaign is brilliant. You don’t know who Joseph Kony is? Watch the video. I guarantee you will by the end.

And that’s the point. Creating awareness about somebody in order to get the public consciousness on board. That’s the only way you get change. The Civil Rights movement wouldn’t have lasted if 100 people boarded that train. It wasn’t until the nation saw the brutality in Birmingham and the water hoses and police dogs attacking defenseless and peaceful protestors that the nation got on board (for the most part) with the Civil Rights movement. Which is why I think that much of the criticism levied against the Kony 2012 movement and the Invisible Children organization is sour grapes. This org found a target and found a way to make people care or at least pay attention. I guarantee you that there are people who know Joseph Kony’s name that would NEVER have known under any other circumstance. And that cannot be a bad thing.

At all.

Awareness. It’s the key to change. It’s why the message for every Spike Lee movie is to “wake up”. Pay attention. Be aware of what’s really going on. That’s the premise of Kony 2012. If we were smart, we’d take a lesson from this organization and do the same damn thing with other causes. It’s why Occupy Wall Street both succeeded and failed. It succeeded because for a legit moment in time, everybody was talking about it. It failed because unlike Kony 2012, at some point, it was all just rhetoric and nobody really knew what the hell to ask for.

If you bring awareness to tragedy, at some point people have to do something right. You can’t stick your head in the sand forever. And to me, this method and the cause are worthy of note.

And to be fully honest, at first I was ready to write this entire thing off as more white guilt and liberal do-gooderism until I really started thinking about the fact that you know what, if that sh*t helps to change the world, then I’m all for it. Sometimes, those who seem the most annoying and obnoxious really do have their hearts in the right place and because they care that much, and are white, they’ll have the time, resources, and desire to see something through.

If that helps me get a home loan. Sign me up.

So, good people of VSB, what do you think about the KONY 2012 campaign and ensuing dustup and debate? Hell, do you think about it at all?

-VSB P aka THE ARSONIST aka MR. I WATCHED THE WHOLE VIDEO WHERE’S MY ACTION KIT aka GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRL HE A 3

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