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  • A Letter to Tim Lincecum's Mother (Nanay)

    09/24/2021 - 09:21 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    PNNscholar1
    Original Body

    Letter to Tim Lincecum’s Mother (Nanay)

    By Revolutionary Worker Scholar

     

    The speed of light

    Is a vision

    That looks right

    Back at you

    --Tiburcio Garcia-Gray

     

    Dear Mrs. Lincecum:

    We in San Francisco are very proud of your son for his hard work and spirit in helping bring the World Series title to the people of our city and to the entire Bay Area. The Filipino Community is proud of Tim not only for his excellence as a pitcher but for his humility and the graceful manner in which he has carried himself. Many words have been used describe your son—"The Freak", "The Franchise". Awards have been bestowed upon him—the Cy Young Award (twice) among others. There are many other adjectives that can be used to describe your son and the things he has and is yet to accomplish. Rather than use words that have already been said, let me just say that we are very proud of your anak, your son.

    I read that your family is from Stockton, your family’s roots go back to Hawaii and Mindanao and Cebu. Much of this information is not known or written about, but to our community it is just as important as World Series titles. As you probably know, the connection between San Francisco and Stockton is deep in the history of our people. It is well known that Tim’s father taught him the mechanics of pitching, laying the foundation that would see him achieve greatness in baseball—unprecedented for a player of such a young age. He was told by major league scouts that he was too small to succeed but he overcame it and rose to be the best practitioner of his craft. Watching him pitch is a thing of beauty—the twist of the waist, the dip of the shoulders, the release. It is as if the movement of the Filipino workers of Hawaii—the Sakadas—who live in your son’s bones, is the wind pushing him forward in his dance on the pitcher’s mound. We dance with him and he dances in our minds.

    I work as a volunteer at the Manilatown Heritage Foundation. The foundation works to preserve the memory of the manongs who fought their eviction from the International Hotel in 1977. As I sat helping elderly Filipino residents of San Francisco’s South of Market District complete affordable housing applications, the radio was tuned to a Giant’s game. It was towards the end of the season and the Giants were playing a pair of games with the San Diego Padres. The atmosphere in the office was alive. Let’s go Timmy! My officemates cried while working to find our manongs (elders) a decent place to live.

    A professor recently wrote that Tim Lincecum’s family background is very much the story of Filipino American history. From migration to Hawaii as part of a generation of Sakadas—young workers recruited to toil on Hawaii’s sugar plantations—to Stockton where a once thriving Filipinotown is being reborn through the work of young activists who refuse to let it be erased from memory—your son’s achievement is a part of our achievement and struggle as a community in this country.

    Again Mrs. Lincecum, thank you for all the time and effort you gave that has not been written about. I think of how Tim spoke of his Lolo (Grandfather) Balleriano, who passed away in 2007. He was having trouble in a game because his Grandfather’s passing lay heavy on his mind. He said that he looked to God and to the past and to relatives that have passed on for strength and guidance. To me, that said more about your son than any World Series title. It means more.

     

     

     

    © 2010 Revolutionary Worker Scholar

     

     

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  • WHAT PART OF "KILLED UNARMED BLACK MAN = MURDER" DOESN'T Oakland Po'Lice UNDERSTAND ?

    09/24/2021 - 09:21 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Tiny
    Original Body

    Another Unarmed Black Brother, Derrick Jones, 37, a loved Oakland barbershop owner and father of an infant girl,
    met a violent death on  November .8, 2010, shot and killed by OPD (2 white officers involved), while "fleeing", after they "thought" they saw a metallic object in his hand.

    Another Unarmed Black Brother, Derrick Jones, 37, a loved Oakland barbershop owner and father of an infant girl, met a violent death on Monday night, Nov.8, 2010, shot and killed by OPD (2 white officers involved), while "fleeing", after they "thought" they saw a metallic object in his hand.

    This OPD homicide occured only THREE days after Judge Perry sentenced the killer of Oscar Grant III, Johannes Mehserle, to 2 yrs in jail (less double credit for 146 days of time served = 292 days for "good behavior"), for "Unvoluntary Manslaughter".

    This is the third OPD officers involved Homicide of People of Color in 2010.
    Derrick Jones' grieving family has retained the services of John Burris, Oscar Grant's Family attorney.

    "THIS INCIDENT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE CASE OF OSCAR GRANT" (?!?)

    Today Tuesday, I caught the end of a Channel 7 talk show,
    during which a complacent African American conservative anchor contends:

    "By the way, it is my belief that Oscar Grant shooting was ACCIDENTAL", and interviews a former OPD white officer and current prosecutor who exhorts the public not to jump to racially biased policing conclusion: "This incident has nothing to do with the case of Oscar Grant. Grant's killing was unvoluntary, while yesterday shooting was voluntary. You must understand that officers have to make split-second decisions when they have a reasonable belief that a suspect is armed and dangerous, and constitutes a life and death threat against themselves or others. Please you have to understand that it is the scariest scenario in an officer's life".

    THE DAY AFTER THE SHOOTING, OPD's OFFICIAL VERSION OF THE KILLING KEEPS CHANGING.

    The Corporate press trickles cautious tidbits of information throughout the day.
    At first, the race of the dead Brother and of the shooting officers is hidden from the public.
    OPD spokesperson reluctantly admits that Jones was UNARMED, and that a "confrontation" occurred. ..Note the constrained terminology ?

    Police initial communiques usually emphasize:
    "Suspect lunged at the officers who feared for their lives"
    or "Suspect pulled out a gun, knife" etc.,
    or "Suspect turned around and repeatedly screamed C'mon-M...-F...rs -Go-Ahead- 'n-Kill-me"
    or "Suspect made a sudden furtive move".

    Apparently there has been no physical confrontation in Jones' case.
    Throughout Tuesday, the official party line keeps changing, from "confrontation",
    to "appeared to reach for his waist band"...
    to "officer thought they saw a metallic object in the suspect's hand".

    THE HITLIST ON OAKTOWN' CONTEMPORARY PLANTATION CONTINUES TO RAGE ON.

    Remember young Brother Laronte Sturdville, 15, shot by OPD in 2007 while fleeing and attempting to pull up his sagging pants?
    Luckily, the child survived after 2 weeks in intensive care, scarred for life, shot in the back of his neck while running, the bullet came out of his chin.
    Or, Brother Mac Jodie Fox Woodfox, shot in the back and killed in 2008 while "fleeing" ?
    all by OPD, and the hitlist on Oakland' contemporary Plantation, the land of the-Proud-and-the-Free-OPD is endless amd continues to rage on.
    (in one year, 2 months and 2 weeks, killer-cop Meherle is "eligible for release"....).

    "HE IS PORTRAYED AS A MONSTER, AND HE WASN'T, THIS IS ALL SO SENSELESS".
    FAMILY SAYS MAN SHOT BY OAKLAND POLICE WAS UNARMED
    "Derrick Jones was unarmed and was not reaching toward his waistband when police opened fire"

    http://hosted.ap.org/dynamic/stories/C/CA_OAKLAND_POLICE_SHOOTING_CAOL-?SITE=AP&SECTION=HOME&TEMPLATE=DEFAULT
    (exerpts)
    "Family says man shot by Oakland police was unarmed,
    Loved owner of a barber shop and killed by officers during a foot chase disputed police's account Tuesday that he appeared to be reaching toward his waistband for a weapon"...
    "Family and friends of Derrick Jones, 37, called Monday's shooting unjustified and said witnesses did not see the Oakland man make such a move. They also said Jones was unarmed and that police used excessive force".
    "My cousin is not the type of person to harm anybody," said Charles Jones..."It's outrageous for somebody to just kill him like that."
    Police have declined to say how many times Derrick Jones was shot or whether a weapon was found on him, citing the ongoing investigation"...
    "When officers arrived, Derrick Jones fled on foot, apparently to escape arrest for assaulting the woman Israel said"...
    "But family and friends said Tuesday that Derrick Jones is being wrongly depicted as a 'monster' and was only trying to fend off an ex-girlfriend who came to his barbershop causing trouble"...
    "the two officers repeatedly told Derrick Jones to stop and tried unsuccessfully to use a stun gun on him. He said the officers also saw Derrick Jones refuse to put up his hands, and he reached toward his waistband several times"....
    "one of the officers saw a metal object in Jones' hand, Israel said"....
    "An attorney representing Jones' family, John Burris, said Tuesday that witnesses he has spoken to said Derrick Jones was unarmed and was not reaching toward his waistband when police opened fire"
    "Any time a human life is lost, the surviving family suffers the grief of that loss, so I offer my sympathies to the family of the man who lost his life last night," Oakland Mayor Dellums said.
    "Family and friends said Jones is the father of an infant girl, has been a barber for more than 20 years and has owned his barbershop for the past eight years"...
    "Scott Riley, 40, another childhood friend, said Jones served about a year behind bars for carrying a gun to protect himself after he was robbed at his barbershop"...
    "He's being portrayed as a monster, and he wasn't," Riley said outside police headquarters. "This is all so senseless."

    WHAT PART OF KILLED_UNARMED_BLACK_MAN = MURDER
    DOESN'T OPD UNDERSTAND ?
    TOO LITTLE, TOO LATE, ENOUGH !!!!

    Is the Mesherle verdict ensuring OPD's license to Kill in all impunity ?
    No correlation between the Murders of Derrick Jones and Oscar Grant III ?

    Apparently, Civil Rights Attorney John Burris does not think so.
    Neither do we....
    or the 152 Oakland protesters arrested on November 5th after the public release of the Meherle' sentence.

    Mayor Ron Dellum, today, slapped together hasty damage control "condolences" to Brother Derrick Jones' Grieving Family.

    TOO LITTLE, TOO LATE, ENOUGH !!!!

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  • Landlessness and Colonization on a Waiting List

    09/24/2021 - 09:21 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Mad Man Marlon
    Original Body

    Picture credit http://www.firstnations.eu/indian_land.htm featured online firstnations.eu. "No Justice on Stolen Land," protest placard. Photo: anon

    Poem is dedicated to Indigenous Elder Scholar, Myron Standing Bear and his struggle to receive his housing that was stolen from him by members of the San Francisco Housing Authority . He went from #1 to #564 on the S.F.H.A. Housing Waiting List for being Indian.

     

     

    “We don’t work with Indians!”

    “Never have, never will!" Is what they told him!”

    Housing, a human right.

    Houselessness, a moral wrong

    Landlessness and colonization on a waiting list

    Housing, a human right, but under authority while poor

    A Day of Displacement to a dying indigenous scholar

    Landlessness and colonization on a waiting list

    No love from the world, except from his two sons

    With only a car to call a comfort zone

    By day, by night, asleep, with a growing fear

    That one day

    "Should I fail to awake, and my heart fails to beat

    "Who then to care for my two sons?"

    Where will the little land I call a car will go?

    Landlessness and colonization on a waiting list

    Thanksgiving was Thanks-taking.

    Taking from one race to the other, and others.

    “You’re illegal! You’re lazy! You’re inferior!”

    “This land is ours to own. This is only yours to rent!”

    Not apart of, but in an apartment. Housing Authority.

    Who should dictate where one must stay?

    Must one decide, then dictate by race and class

    Of where one must lay?

    Landlessness and colonization on a waiting list

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  • Disabled/Racially Profiling express through song (THE SONG HERE Disabled Profiled by Leroy Moore & Keith Jones))

    09/24/2021 - 09:21 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Leroy
    Original Body

    Keith Jones and I have a lot in common. Both Black both have CP, both are activists and into Hip-Hop. We also both recently have been targets of racial/disabled profiling at hotels Keith in ATL & Leroy in Oakland. Now we went into studios and recorded a song, Disabled Profiled, about their experiences of being profiled as Black disabled men. Keith on the beats and mixed it and Leroy spits his poetry. More to come. This track is on the Krip-Hop/5th Battalion Ent's cd, Broken Bodies PBP, Police Brutality Profiling Mixtape that came out 2012

    Keith Jones was profiled in ATL at a hotel in which he was staying at for a Krip--Hop event. He was using the computer and the guard thought he was homeless that led to Keith had to prove that he was staying there. And peeps know about my experiences in the Bay Area and in NY where I was approach by NYPD and store manager that said I was taking too long and was making them nervous. Listen to this song.

    Leroy Moore

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  • Unolding the Flag

    09/24/2021 - 09:21 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    PNNscholar1
    Original Body

    Unfolding the Flag

    By Revolutionary Worker Scholar

    There’s a flagpole

    Rag and the

    Wind won’t stop

    --The police, "King of Pain"

    I work as a security guard and was recently sent to a new site. The site provided me with a view of wonderful clusters of trees and a wonderful perspective of the neighborhood skyline with its variety of residential dwellings against the backdrop of sky and its smear of slow moving fog. This beautiful vision was transmitted to me by way of an elaborate closed circuit camera system, providing a bird’s eye view of virtually every corner of the property—with the ability to move the cameras left to right, right to left, up and down, etc. This electronic representation of my natural (and sometimes unnatural) surroundings is, of course, provided to me via 2 video monitors—in black and white.

    As part of their daily duties, the property maintenance department is required to remove--at the end of the day--the large American flag from its flagpole, prominently displayed at the front of the property. There are usually 3 maintenance persons to perform this duty but two of them were not available so the available maintenance man asked me if I could assist him in removing the flag. We both took a hold of the rope that dangled parallel to the pole and steadied the flag into our waiting arms. We walked the flag to the building’s lobby area as a cool breeze whisked over my face.

    Although I am a security officer, I am sometimes not as cognizant as I should be in regards to protocols and procedures—mainly because there are more than a thousand of them. But I am trying to "G.M.S.T" (ie: get my shit together) in this area, as my job depends on it.

    We walked the flag to the couch and placed it down. The maintenance man took me through the process of folding the flag—fold here, lift there, tuck there, etc. I was maintaining control but I lost my grip and the flag slipped from my hand. "Try not to drop the flag" the maintenance man said, gently. But it was clear that dropping the flag was to be avoided at all costs. I picked up my end and we finished our folding sequence. When we were finished, the flag looked like a tightly wrapped triangle.

    We brought the flag into the storage room where it was gently placed in a drawer where it awaited a brand new day of waving. The maintenance man left and I assumed my position at the security desk.

    I looked at the empty flagpole as the sun began to fade from the sky. I had dropped the flag. Then I thought about the way Oscar Grant was dropped to the ground, face down, unarmed and shot in the back at the Fruitvale Bart Station on his way home from work. I thought: It’s was ok for Oscar Grant to hit the ground but it’s not ok for the flag to hit the ground.

    I went back into the storage room, door closed. I took the tightly wrapped flag from the drawer. I looked at it for a long while. Then a cool breeze shot through the window and stung my face as i heard something drop to the floor.

     

     

     

    © 2010 Revolutionary Worker Scholar

     

     

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  • Equal Equity

    09/24/2021 - 09:21 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    cayley
    Original Body

    What Homefulness Means to Me

     

    When I think of the word “Homefulness” an idea model created in 1997 by my mentor, co-founder of POOR Magazine/PNN, “Tiny” Lisa Gray-Garcia, only two words come to my mind: Equal Equity. Living in “affordable housing” via a Single Room Occupancy Hotel for the past five years, I've come to the revelation that in order for one to actually have peace of mind, one needs an affordable, stabilized home...........as opposed to a room with a roof.

    To have “peace of mind from those who would threaten my safety in the sanctity of the little room I call my home. Not to have twelve po-lice officers illegally come into the little room I call “home” ready to kill me; and/or have my “landlord” fail to protect my safety as its tenant. This was what I went through on October 7th, 2005.

    “Peace of mind” is not just a reality for me, but for all poor families that struggle to even get a bed in homeless shelters. The freedom to be collective as a community, and to share everything denied from us courtesy of non-profits financed by governments, and governments who’re financed by greedy land developers.

    A lifetime of struggle for me, and my family in Cleveland, Ohio is a testament to that effect. No matter how much I worked, we lived on fixed incomes for our entire lives. Though my mom managed to get an actual house for me, my two brothers, and my sister, she never truly owned it. Capitalism was killing it everyday, and eight years later, it died leading to their displacement.

    I came here to San Francisco to get from one capitalism system only to face another. My mom had to rent an apartment, was in a shelter for a while until she was able to get back to that apartment space with the very limited amount of income sadly she receives each month to house my little brother and sister.

    For me, and for all poor communities around me, “Homefulness” is the freedom from being undivided and categorized from all forms of institutionalized race and class control. To be apart of and not being in an apartment.

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  • Bird on a wire: A raven speaks out on the blue angels and other things

    09/24/2021 - 09:21 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    PNNscholar1
    Original Body

    Bird on a wire: A raven speaks out on the blue angels and other things

    By Revolutionary Worker Scholar

    Note: I was lucky to encounter the raven after many weeks of trying. I endured its laughter while trying to coax it from its wire with breadcrumbs. After 2 weeks of this, the raven finally granted me a much-coveted interview about the Blue Angels.

    Q: What do you think of the blue angels?

    A: I don’t stay up nights thinking about them

    Q: Why not?

    A: They don’t show me nothing. They’re gentrifying the sky. They want to convince people that they’ve been up there forever. Hell, I’ve been flying before those guys were in diapers. They make too much noise up there, dipping and diving and maneuvering. They’re basically showing their asses. They’re knocking themselves out trying to do what I do naturally…things I can do with my eyes closed. They’ve poured a lot of money into those wings but those wings ain’t as beautiful as my wings.

    Q: You think so?

    A: What kind of question is that? You sure you ain’t C.W. Nevius? Of course I think so. There are many people out there that agree with me.

    Q: Who are they?

    A: The people in the neighborhoods

    Q: Which neighborhoods?

    A: The TL…Bayview, Fillmore, some parts of the Mission. They look at my wings and they say, man…now those are some wings. Sometimes they just watch me and hum a little tune and on that tune, I fly higher. It’s hard to explain. But the blue angels ain’t really blue, you know? Do they really know the blues? If they did they’d be down here and not making all that noise. I can’t hear my jazz when they’re up there. But some of these crowds really eat it up.

    Q: I sense some hostility on your part towards the blue angels

    A: You’re perceptive

    Q: Where do you spend most of your time?

    A: Ocean Beach lately. I’m always on the lookout for food. All the stuff I get are scraps that are loaded down with sodium and fat. My blood pressure is soaring. But sometimes I get something good, like that whale that washed up a few weeks ago. That was good. It held me over for a few days. I get good stuff out here.

    Q: What’s in store for you?

    A: To hang loose and go with the flow. To share my laughter up there on those wires. Humanity is a laugh, you know?

    Q: Any last words for our audience

    A: Well, you know, fleet week, they make a big display of it. Anyway, I flew out there just to check it out. The folks were walking around in knit sport shirts and dockers. Jeeze…won’t someone tell those guys what their shirt sizes are? Nothing but gut and more gut. One of ‘em threw me a pizza crust so I guess he was ok. But still, you’ll never catch me dead in one of those awful shirts. I flew around the ships and I saw all those guys in military uniforms just looking into the sky. I thought they were possibly looking at the clouds or at my brethren. I hovered closely then landed on a nearby plank. I looked at one of the uniformed guys. His nametag read: Breedlove.

    Q: Did he give you any?

    A: Any what?

    Q: Love

    A: Are you kidding? He was breeding something but it sure wasn’t love. I laughed that mocking laugh of mine and he flicked a cigarette butt at me. I took off into the air but it was being invaded by the blue angels, scraping across the sky, my sky. But their wings still ain’t as beautiful as mine. Don’t you agree?

     

     

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  • Homefulness is a Vision of Intention

    09/24/2021 - 09:21 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    cayley
    Original Body


     

    What Homefulness Means to Me

    I was born in Berkeley and raised in Oakland. My mother, a black woman and a single mother, worked for a decade for the City of Berkeley. She eventually bought a house in Oakland, but she lost it. She bought property back when a working-class person could still buy land in the Bay Area, before gentrification fueled theft and speculation. The house she bought was a “fixer-upper” on 59th street between Telegraph and Shattuck, what used to be a working-class Black neighborhood; she always had dreams of fixing it up, but she was hardly a handyman, and she didn’t know anyone who was. The house was what was called “income property” because there were units to rent in back, but my mom was a bad landlord; if people could not pay rent she would always cut them a break, and when she began to get sick there was no money to pay the mortgage. When she lost the place I grew up in, there was no public outcry, no bailout. This was in the early 80’s. I was 9 years old.

    When I say bought, I don’t mean bought. The property my mom had that I grew up in never really belonged to us; it was always the bank’s. My mother engaged in a gamble when she assumed the mortgage on our house, a gamble that she would be able to generate enough money eventually to get to the point where the house was not owned by the bank anymore. What I understand now is that this game was rigged from the start; a woman of color is likely to have less job security and more likely to have crippling health problems like high blood pressure or mental health issues that will exacerbate income instability, in addition to making less money when she is working. So the inherent racism and sexism of this country’s capitalist system played a large part in me losing my childhood home… but more than all that, I think isolation was to blame.

    When my mom bought her house her plan was to do it all herself; she had moved away from her family, who all lived in San Francisco, she and my dad divorced, and as I got older she stopped working outside the house, relying on rents generated from the property in order to stay home with me, so she was quite alone in the world in many ways. She had tenants who liked and respected her, but the landlord/ tenant relationship is set up to be exploitative and hierarchical, not fertile ground for friendships or even reciprocity. When she started to get sick there was no one around to help either of us.

    My mother passed away last year, after having been homeless for more than a decade. I am and will always be proud of her as a strong and independent woman, but the drive to be alone and safe, for the sister to do it all for herself and take no handouts, the way her ties to community attenuated to the point where she had no one to turn to in her deepest extremity of crisis, wrecked the latter part of her life and the early part of mine.

    My mom, like many of us in the African American community, distrusted not only government
    intervention and assistance in her life, but assistance from other people as well. She chose to “do it herself” because she thought it was safer not to rely on anybody, not even her family. I have found this to be a typical attitude in our carnivorous American culture. I believe that capitalism authors so many of this society’s great and small betrayals, and undermines the trust we have in each other; it comes between sisters, between lovers, between parents and children, between new neighbors, between a mother alone and her extended family that could have helped her survive. In modern American capitalism human relationships come in a poor second to the prioritizing of individual economic gain and the parasitic enrichment of wealthy elites whatever the cost.

    If my mom had had a home community with which to share the responsibilities and burdens of home ownership, of child-rearing, of life, she might have lived longer. I don’t know why she chose to separate from her birth family, but as an adult I realize that family can mean the family you are born to, the family of circumstance you find yourself locked up/in school/workin/playing or on the street with, or the family you create. This is the beginning of beloved community .

    HOMEFULNESS stands in direct opposition to the cancerous American profit ethic, the paradigm that sends individuals fleeing from each other in the public and private spheres, fearful that if one assumes the geas of caring for another, one’s security/retirement fund/college experience/life plan/ ”me time” might be lost or greatly reduced or altered in some frightening way beyond individual control. The donations of participants and allies buy the land for the project: owning the land HOMEFULNESS stands upon free and clear will insulate the community from the vicissitudes of rent and land speculation, but the heart of HOMEFULNESS is the idea of people banding together to create stability through shared sweat, assets, and commitment to being not only our brother’s keeper, but our brother’s daughter’s keeper, and our sister’s boyfriend’s mother’s keeper, and the keeper of the Paki grocery store owner down the block.

    HOMEFULNESS is a vision of intention, rooted in the idea that taking responsibility for each other in love and mutual accountability is a radical act.

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  • Mike Singletary Should Not Have Been Fired

    09/24/2021 - 09:21 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Tiny
    Original Body

    I wasn’t supposed to write this article- in fact, I was actively discouraged by someone I love in the deepest way. “You can’t write an article about (SF 49ers coach)  Mike Singletary’s firing," said Tony Robles, POOR Magazine’s co-editor and dedicated fan. I just didn't understand the basic tenets of football, winning rules all, i was informed. and he wasn't "winning".

    But here I am, because some things must be said. Mike Singletary shouldn’t have been fired. He is a great and loyal son, a loving and wonderful father and a dedicated and true husband. I hear the minions of football expert’s reading this shaking their heads in disgusted wonder collectively saying “Sooooo.....what’s that got to do with football?" Well, maybe nothing, but it has to do with character and love and integrity and warmth and hope. And aren’t those important traits to have in football?

    Don’t’ you need to have integrity to be trusted by your team? Love and honor to be trusted by the management? And warmth and caring for all people to be respected by the fans?

    Perhaps no. After-all US football is a multi-milllion dollar corporate enterprise fueled by  capitalist values of "in with the old- out with the new" and, "nothing matters except winning" There is no space, time or budget for feelings, loving your mama, your wife or your children. 

    Its true I just got involved in football three years ago when Tony took me to a superbowl party. He  painstakingly showed me what all the scores meant for each season, he described what a “play" was and why it was important. He ran down the reasons that some teams win and some teams lose. He even went so far as to compare my leadership in the work I do with family and community with some famous quarterbacks. He and his best friend are consummate and dedicated fans and I have to say through his eyes, I began to love the sport. Which is why I had to weigh in on the recent firing of Mike Singletary

    Before I even knew his personal story, there was something about Singletary that I liked He seemed to be real in a way that reached beyond the corporate veneer of US Football and touched my heart. And my mama raised me to listen deeply to my heart. Then I read a story about him being the youngest son of 10 children of a single mama who struggled to raise her children alone, with brothers in struggle in the criminal Injustice system and Singletary's deep respect and love of his mama and his elders. Add to all of that he is dedicated to his wife, his children and works hard and consistently to portray an image of a decent and spiritual man in a  corporate media/ crafted sports world that often glamorizes young men and especially young men of color as absent fathers with substance use issues and multiple babymamas

    Which is why I feel so bad about his recent firing. How much is integrity and honor worth in the world of football? Very little, I guess. So I am  weighing in with a different football proposal. How about keeping him on as a coach and hiring a co-coach. How about bringing all the football scholars in the 49ers together and collectively thinking through how to win the next season and the next and the next. How bout bringing football closer to its indigenous roots of rugby and other early forms of football that were competitive but also operated with deep rooted cultural ideology and ethics

    I know, I have seen those really mean, rock faced guys who are in the hall of fame and are seen as the “best” coaches of all time, but in a world where so many young folks are dealing with violence, peer pressure, drugs, and superficial pop culture empty-ness, how important is it to value, honor and uphold a man of color who struggled through  poverty and a racist US culture to become a great father, son, husband and dare I say it, a great human.?

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  • Krip-Hop Reporting from Belfast & Liverpool UK

    09/24/2021 - 09:21 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Leroy
    Original Body

     

    Hello Peeps,

     

    Krip-Hop Nation made it across the pond!  Got into Liverpool, UK from Belfast Ireland where I was invited by the coordinators of the 4th Annual Outburst Queer Arts Festival to present about Krip-Hop Nation.  I like to thank the coordinators of the festival for inviting me. 

    Although the festival started on the 12th and lasted until the 20th my two days there were amazing! I saw some cutting edge work by Brian Lobel, his one man play, Ball & Other Funny Stories About Cancer and Pete Edwards, in his play, FAT, about a gay disabled man falling in love with a fat man.  After two nights in Belfast, I flew to Liverpool, UK for DADA Festival, the oldest and largest Disabled & Deaf Art Festival in the UK and Europe where I and Krip-Hop Nation will be until Nov. 29th

    I barely made it on time getting out of a taxi in a different country walking down a narrow lane called School Lane where the venue, Bluecoat, is was like a rush.  A friendly lady guided me to Bluecoat, where The Powerhouse of Superman:  Does Gay Culture Exclude Otherness panel was about to start.  Yes, I was on the panel with a mixture of GBLT & disabled artists.  I hope my good alley listening and supporting skills were shinning plus shared what Sins is doing and my own experience as a Black disabled man.  Thank you my queer brothers, sisters and friends and the Sins Invalid crew for educating me.   I hope next time Sins Invalid crew will be here.

    Sunday morning is the talk\poetry that I will do about Sins Invalid at 11am.  Krip-Hop members will be coming in on the 24th I can’t wait!  Krip-Hop Nation is also connecting with peeps who can’t make the festival and we have invited everybody who are disabled and into Hip-Hop to share their stories with us by writing a one page about living as a disabled British artists/activists and we will post it here on www.POORmagazine.org and on Krip-Hop Facebook page.  Look for the 1st story by an North East of England disabled Hip--Hop artists/activists, PJ and his wife Scarlett Angel SilentKnight.  Of course the Hotel internet rates are high so we might have to wait to post some until I get back home but will try to do our best.

    Krip-Hop Nation will also be in London on Nov. 25 to meet with supporters and hope will have some audio and pictures.

    If you are in Liverpool come by on Sunday for Sins Invalid intro presentation/performance by Leroy Moore 11-1pm at Bluecoat, Liverpool, UK. & Krip-Hop Nation on Saturday 27 6-8pm Learn some of the Krip Hop Collective’s skills in this workshop, suitable for all. Krip-Hop Nation Networking Sunday 28, 1-4pm Parr Street Studio

     

    Address:

     

    The Bluecoat, School Lane, Liverpool L1 3BX

    Tele:  +44 (0) 151 707 1733

    www.dadafest2010.co.uk

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  • I am From

    09/24/2021 - 09:21 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    PNNscholar1
    Original Body

    *Note from POOR Magazine Co-Editor Tony Robles

    This fantastic poem was written by my cousin Kyra Bowes, a youth scholar living in New Jersey.  Kyra is a poet, songwriter, and dancer. She and her mother Leslie Yngojo-Bowes visited POOR Magazine recently.  Kyra  graciously demonstrated her dancing to our children in POOR Magazine's Family project.  The children followed her moves, step building upon step--flowing beautifully to the music coming from not only the radio, but from our ancestors who live in our sacred space at POOR Magazine--including the spirit of our Uncle Al, whose presence is strong.   I am very proud of Kyra. Her poem demonstrates the values of POOR Magazine:  honoring family, eldership and remembering--values that come from poetry, the life's blood of POOR Magazine.

     

    I am From

    By Kyra Bowes

     

    Camping trips

    And shopping sprees.

    Soccer games

    And tennis tourneys.

    Dancing

    Singing

    Writing,

    That’s me.

    Drawing every little thing I see.

     

    I am from a great line of activists.

    Half are peacemakers.

    And others use iron fists.

    Travelers from around the world.

    Coming here to speak their voice.

    Having to make their own right choice.

     

    I come from Veterans.

    Accountants.

    And activists.

    Dancers.

    Singers.

    And artists.

    In blood their talents sit.

    In my heart, their light is lit.

    They’ve lead.

    Sang.

    Danced.

    And inspired the world.

    From Germany to England.

    From China to Japan.

    Spain to The Philippines.

     

    Around the world, it seems I’ve seen.

    Traditions from all over.

    Joining my cousins playing red rover.

    Houses painted white.

    With little picket fences.

    Barns on a field.

    With animals trotting the grounds.

     

    I am from sayings like

    “Stand up for what’s right.”

    To

    “No texting past midnight.”

    From my brother yelling

    “No dating till eighty-five.”

    To my daddy saying

    “Take a risk, learn how to dive.”

     

    My great Uncle, may he rest in peace.

    “Don’t cry for me.

    Don’t think I am gone.

    I am here, for whatever is right and wrong.

    I am not dead.

    For I am still living,

    In your hearts,

    And mind,

    And soul.”

    I come from a symbolized family.

    Gay rights and the lord.

    Farmers driving tractors.

    Others in a ford.

     

    I come from hard wooden-floors.

    With a red little rug.

    In the cabinets,

    You’d see a “#1 Daddy” mug.

     

    This is who I am.

    This is how my family is and forever will be.

    If you don’t like them.

    Then you don’t like me(:

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  • A Eulogy to Ray Charles (Happy Brithday Ray! September 23rd) Love u.

    09/24/2021 - 09:21 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Leroy
    Original Body

    Happy Birthday Ray Charles

     

     

     

    September 23rd is Ray Charles'

    B. Day

     

     

     

     


    Black Blind with the Blues For Ray Charles Born with 20/20 vision

    Father left, gave no reason/
    Mother worked under the hot Florida sun/
    Brother in the tub /
    Can't stand up / Going down slow and he feels numb/
    Eyes become blur/
    Can't see the face of his mother/
    Feels the strong bond between him and her/
    Now it's only him and his mother/
    No time for sorrow,/
    "Be independent cause/
    I might not be here tomorrow!"/
    House chores /
    Cleaning the floors /
    Black, blind, and dirt poor Red Wing Cafe /
    Was his favorite place /
    Listening to the boogie-woogie piano play/
    His talents started to grow/
    But mom taught him all she knows "Off to school you must go!"/
    Separated from his mother and home /
    Segregated in school /
    Blacks with Blacks /
    Girls with Girls, and so on /
    Mother is dead and he is confused in his head/ Bored at school /
    No home to go to /
    Music keeps him alive /
    Black, blind with the blues /
    Town to town singing about his life/
    Now people call him the Genius/
    Pregnant with the Blues /
    His birth a blessing to all of us. /
    (8/2000)

     

    June 10th 2004 at age 73 Ray Charles passed away.

     

    For My Idol

    You don't know me but I now all about you. I remember the day I discovered your work! My ears were all yours and my money was yours too. My goal was to buy every piece of music of yours. You don't know how much you changed my life. You put a smile on my face when I'm down. I had to get to know all about your life. After reading your book, I put you where you belong on a pedestal and told myself the sky is the limit. Although you sing the blues, I don't have the blues when I listen to you. I watched you in concert, on TV and on MTV. You're more than a musician.

    The GENIUS, what a perfect name. I've got news for you. I love you from the heart. You gave birth to the blues and to my soul. If Georgia is on your mind, then you are on my mind. Come rain or come shine, I would be in the front row at your next concert. When I hear you sing, I feel like I'm sitting on top of the world. Can anybody ask for more in a person? Just between us, can you be my father.

    You were still crazy after all those years. Ray, you're my sunshine. I got plenty of nothing when my CD player broke, but that lucky old sun shined on you when you were born.

    In the evening is the right time for some romance and Ray singing in the background helped that romance along. I can't get enough of your music. Would you believe I've all of your records? Over and over again, I let your CDs play. Yesterday I found an old disco record of yours. Although disco is dead, I played it and loved it. Some day I'll be the lucky one back stage face to face with my idol, was always my dream.

    Ray Charles this is for you.

    Take me on a joy ride Ray! There is no time to waste. I waited and am waiting still for your next CD. Early in the morning I'm humming your tunes. Yes indeed, Ray Charles, you're a GENIUS!

    What'd I say? I'll tell you again. You're my idol; I'll tell the world about you. In the heat of the night, your music cools me off. It's cold outside, but your melody heats up the house. No one else can make me shake my butt like you can. What would I do without you? I'm a fool for you. Tell the truth, Ray, where did you come from?

    I might be busted but I still have your CDs. This is for my Idol. This is for the GENIUS.

    This is for the only man who gave birth. Ray Charles gave birth to the blues. Ray Charles, you'll never walk alone!

    By Leroy Moore Jr.

    Happy Birthday Ray Charles.  I miss u!

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  • Human Spirit

    09/24/2021 - 09:21 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    PNNscholar1
    Original Body

    Human Spirit

     

    Today we are a witness to the spirit of human kind
    we watch it rise and burst forth at least thirty three times
    From a pit, into the Fenix, began a journey a half mile long
    To the surface, to their family, to the beginning of their new song.

    We all are

    Chilean for the day

    The men to our amazement are fit and full of vigor
    As if something mysterious has shot them out
    with a life-sustaining trigger
    Some shout, some chant, some kneel to pray
    In their own unique sort of way
    And we find that we just can’t help but be

    Chilean for the day

    Their eyes are shielded from their first
    exposure to the sun
    Their lives on hold, but now rebirthed, are far from being done
    Their paths are changed, but so are ours
    We watch, we hope, we pray
    And we find that we just can't help but be

    Chilean for the day

     

    Editor's note:  Florence Mayberry is a mountain scholar currently living in Hendersonville, North Carolina.  She is the mother of POOR Magazine co-editor Tony Robles.  Afro Celtic dreamer whose poems flow from the mountains, quenching the roots and travelling across the maps lashed onto the backs of the poor who came across the Atlantic.  Her stories honor those who came before us.

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  • The Redefining of Hip Hop: Gay & Disabled Artists Speak Up And Out! Oct 10 Bent Radio

    09/24/2021 - 09:21 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    Leroy
    Original Body

    The Redefining of Hip Hop: Gay & Disabled Artists Speak Up And Out!

     

    Bent Radio

    Date / Time: 10/10/2010 1:00 PM

    Category: Entertainment

    Call-in Number: (347) 850-8373

    October will bring a remarkable event for two communities that have a love for Hip Hop like none other. But does the world of Hip Hop love them? Bent Radio welcomes Leroy Moore of Krip- Hop Nation an organization that supports and promotes disabled Hip Hop artists and Soce The Elemental Wizard representing Homo-Hop a collective of Hip Hop LGBT artists and supporters. We discuss their upcoming October 16th joint seminar on the campus of NYU that will promote acceptance of artists of both communities into the world of Rap/Hip Hop. Tales of struggles, stories, of despair, hope, and faith of disabled individuals and queer individuals in the game and learn about the Krip-Hop Meets Homo-Hop event bringing the two together!
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  • Get Rich

    09/24/2021 - 09:21 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    PNNscholar1
    Original Body

    Get Rich

    By Revolutionary Worker Scholar

    It was the last day of my security guard job. I had a stain in the collar of my blue shirt that refused to come out and the scent that a skunk shared with me during my nightly bike ride home 5 months ago still lingered on my fur (fake) lined security officer’s jacket.

     

    The property I’d been paid to protect was the "Land O’ Lakes Apartment Complex". I’d been at the Lakes for a year and a half. I remembered the bike rides home at 1am. It was good exercise but it wore me down over time (The bus service in the area was cut leaving me no other choice but the bike). I recalled the near misses I’d had with animals on the way home. I nearly ran over a raccoon as I headed from Skyline towards Sloat. He froze and I swerved, almost hitting a pole.  One evening a coyote ran alongside me as i pumped my bike.  "Are they hiring at your company?" he asked.  I looked at him and told him that the best thing he could do was be a coyote and keep howling at the moon.  He said i was chickenshit but not before I tossed him half a sandwich.  Another time, I almost hit an opossum. He, like the raccoon, froze. It was almost as if the opossum was daring me to run him over. Again, I swerved.  

    I’d been trying to get out of security since I got hired nearly 2 years ago. I sent out many resumes and got only a few responses. In the bad economy, people are selling themselves out in record numbers. I applied at non-profit organizations mostly and got a couple of responses but no job. In fact, I interviewed at one place with a white haired saintly man and a woman who looked like she’d dropped out of a convent. It was my second interview with this pair in 2 years, this time for an on-call employment counselor position for an organization serving folks with developmental disabilities. The interview was a repeat of the first. I thought I was a shoe-in. I had them laughing and pouring me cups of coffee. I left thinking it was in the bag. Before I walked out the door I went to the restroom, inadvertently walking over the janitor’s freshly mopped floor. He gave me a scowl and I thought to myself: you can kiss that job goodbye. I never got a call from the saintly white haired man or the convent drop out.

    I met a lot of good guys at "Land O Lakes". The common thread among them is that they are mostly men in their mid 50’s and have been security guards 15 years or more—lifers. I said: I ain’t gonna end up like them, I’m not gonna guard the hen house for the man for an extended period of time. Hell, the man’s lucky I’m even doing this. Then I thought about the fact that I’d been working as a security guard off and on for almost 20 years. Maybe I am a lifer too.

    The job had its good points. It was a multi-layered quilt of multicultural private security goodness. There was Norman, the Samoan guard who was one of the best human beings I’d ever met. He was a big muscular guy with a big muscular smile who used to tell me stories about fishing at night back home in Samoa. His favorite thing to eat was king crab, which, when he said it, sounded like king crap. He directed the choir at his church and was taking classes to become a minister. He would bring leftovers from Sunday Service—ham, taro, chicken, noodles—never reciting scripture but sharing his food and his laughter and his smile—which told me more about him than anything else. Once he brought a tin of fancy cookies. I said, those are some white people cookies. He laughed and with a mouthful of cookies said, brown people can eat these cookies too. He went on to tell me about his uncle who was a minister: He is a bastard. (It sounded like he said bastard, but what he actually said was pastor). There was another guard who we called Shark, who used to guard nothing but the swimming pool, smiling at the girls. There was Billy, who everyone called ‘backwards’ because he got things backwards…such as pronouncing the word harmonica as marhonica…and so on. We’d all sit in the security guard shack talking about the job, about who was trying to sneak into the pool, which tenants played their music too loud or who was stealing recyclables from the garbage dumpsters etc. Those conversations were boring. It made me crave white people cookies and king crap (crab).

    I decided to quit the security job. I’ve thrown off my security rope—which I never got a chance to hang myself with—and have traded it in for a new rope—with another security guard company paying 2 dollars an hour more.

    My orientation with the new company was yesterday. I watched some training films on workplace safety and various forms of harassment. The films are so bad that they themselves qualify as harassment. The orientation manager informed me that my supervisor would be either Ted or Rich. I was a little tired and thought he’d said I was going to get rich. I sat in the training room in anticipation of getting rich. "I want to get rich" I repeated to myself over and over, taking sips of lukewarm coffee. The door finally opened, I was going to get rich I thought. The orientation manager smiled as a man followed him through the door. This is Ted, he said…smiling.

     

     

    © Revolutionary Worker Scholar 2010

      

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  • The Nature of MAMA: An Interview with Dr. Wade Nobles

    09/24/2021 - 09:21 by Anonymous (not verified)
    Original Author
    cayley
    Original Body


    Dee:  What is your current position at San Francisco State?

    Wade Nobles: Full-tenured professor in Black Studies Department.

    D: And you are a Ph. D.?

    WN:  I have a Ph. D. in [experimental] social psychology.

    D:  First, can you speak on the psychological notion of individuation and how it affects people, especially African-American people, and can you define individuation, as it is commonly defined in psychology?

    WN:  As I recall, this notion of individuation had to do with people’s need or capacity to find something unique about themselves that separates them from other people.

    D:  To separate from their people?

    WN:  Other people, that’s the difference, its all people.  So it’s a kinship to this notion of individuality, but it’s seen more as a process wherein people strive to heighten – and the belief is that they benefit from  - having this sense of individuation.

    D:  …and it’s similar to individualism, but it’s not exactly the same.

    WN:  I don’t recall any of the theorists, who talked about it, but I believe that it’s grounded in the philosophy that comes out of the Euro-Western tradition and to that extent it may not be applicable to all people who are not Western or who are not European people.

    D:  At one point you made a comment, something to the effect that black folks do not believe in individuation.

    WN:  Look at the way African people live, the way they conceive of themselves, it’s all rooted in their own cultural deep structure.  And African people, particularly African-American people have been an oppressed people and as an oppressed people have never been given full license to embrace or to adopt Western Standards.  Consequently, we’ve simply retained our old African, even though it’s unconscious, we’ve retained our old African belief systems and philosophical orientations.  And those as I understand them are antithetical to this notion that what is most valuable about you is what makes you unique and distinct from everybody else.

    D:  So you’re saying that individuation would apply to white families in the US or any family that incorporates these traditional white society values?

    WN:  My total response would be that that’s something for a white psychologist to determine, but being separate and distinct is not a driving force for African people.  Even when we distinguish ourselves from other people, like when you do something great or special, like a great ball player like Tiger Woods or Michael Jordon or a great scientist, if you look at those people, they are driven by the desire to represent the best of their people, not driven by the desire to show how they are different from everybody else.

    D: Why do you think, though, that white psychologists and teachers of psychology promote this idea of individuation?

    WN:  I believe that it’s more political than scientific or psychological.  That in societies that thrive on the basis of exploiting people, then you have to have people believe that they are separate from each other so that when they see the exploitation of someone else or some other group, they are satisfied that it is not happening to them so they don’t have to do anything about it.  If you keep a society full of individual, you can exploit the whole population individually, and each individual believes that it’s happening to the other guy and not happening to me.

    D:  Would you say this concept promotes capitalism?

    WN:  I think that capitalism and much of the constructs in Western psychology emerge out go the same philosophical grounding, and that philosophical grounding is based upon the idea of separateness, distinctness, domination, fear, and exploitation.  So, capitalism is just the economic system that parallels individuation as a psychological system.  So it’s not that it promotes it, it certainly does reinforce it and allows for it to exist, because individuation would never challenge some of the precepts of capitalism.  Capitalism says I’ve maximized my profits, minimized my loss; in order to do that others and I have to exploit others.  I won’t exploit others if I believe that others are the same.  So if I believe in individuation, then I certainly have a free license to exploit others.

    D:  So individuation reinforces capitalism?

    WN: Yes.

    D: Okay.  Does psychology that promotes individuation cause a problem for African-Americans or other people when they’re caught in the mental health system?

    WN:  Absolutely, a great deal of the psychological problems that African people and people of color experience are associated with their oppression and their exploitation- so if their psychological trauma is associated with exploitation and oppression and you have them believing in individuation then they never challenge the oppression or the exploitation then they think their problems are intrinsic they think something that happened in their individual family systems are the cause of their psychological problems, as opposed to being systematic, which is; problems are caused by the nature of the society not the nature of your mother.

    D:  The nature of mama! Yes I like that.

    Tiny enters…

    Tiny:  Can you speak to the fact that Western or Euro-centric psychology critiques the multigenerational family house where you have adult children living with the mother or the father, i.e., critiques this family structure by pathologizing it.

    WN:  Well, you see, it becomes problematic in the therapist’s eyes because to them the problem with the client is they’re not being independent of that web of influences that are the multigenerational family, so they cast it as a negative environment, because you’re not independent, you don’t have volition, your own self-volition as opposed to viewing it with the notion of collectivism in the African family that is complementary and not oppositional.

    D: …. But the psychologists who believe in individuation would say…

    WN:  You’ve got to break free from our family, you’ve got to break free from the influence of your grandmamma, from the influence of your uncle, that you have no independent agency because in their minds you are submitting to the thinking of or the feelings of or the ideas of these other individuals, which you are just as independent as them so why do you let them influence you?  So they have you fighting with your kinfolk for the independence as opposed to fighting with a system that is dominating and exploiting human beings and human life.

    Tiny: - Does that approach of pathologizing that family structure also occur for instance, in Africa or in other countries?

    WN:  The thing is African mental health professionals have been trained by Western theory, they’ve embraced it and they bring it into the African continent, just as black psychologists in America, who have not challenged the thoughts and idea of Western psychology, will use what they have been trained to do to try to medicate or to help black families, and what they do is they introduce factors to the family that are alien and cause in my opinion as much destruction as it does healing.

    T:  And how does that play out? Does the culture answer back?

    WN:  Well, the culture answers back but what the Western world does is compartmentalize everything. And so what happens is that people believe in the cultural realm or in the spiritual realm or in the religious realm or in the family realm that we can do these things, but in their professional life or their educational life or in their economic life they have to do other things.  And so if they don’t see there’s a holistic notion or a holism, if you will, with human beings, i.e., I can’t be interdependent in my family and then be independent and domineering and exploitative in other arenas.  But that’s what this society tries to have – black people especially, but people of color in general – do to decompartamentalize their lives and their live-spaces.

    WN:  It is bad for human wellness, I believe, but for people of color you almost have to do that in order to survive in this society.  From generation to generation, and across generations you’ll see that one of those are going to become the dominating theme of one’s lifestyle.
     
    D:  So what you’re saying is that compartmentalization is necessary in order to remain interdependent in the family as well as economically independent?

    WN:  You have to do that, but then everything is valuated.  Then people start putting value on what’s most important.  What’s most important in life is not playing libation to my ancestors or giving deference to my grandmother.  What’s more important is that I’ve got to get a job and live in the white world.  So people start putting down or making less important those indigenous cultural values and start consciously trying to fit in and be like whatever the dominant society says is a successful human being.

    D:  And I’ve noticed when you go to Third World cultures that there is interdependence in the family and the rule of the mama, or in African-American families such as Joe’s (Joseph Bolden) grandma, he didn’t call her grandma, he called her mama and his own mother he called mother.  And neither his mother or him could cross grandma, or else.

    T:  Can I just ask… we were taught by Pamela George at one point about the notion of transubstantiation and she gave the illustration of [Daniel Moynihan] in the sixties, and interestingly enough one of our staff writer’s mother wrote to Daniel Moynihan expressing to him how wrong his deduction was. Could you describe what the notion of transubstantiation is?

    WN:  The idea of transubstantiation is that in looking at the surface behaviors of a people, you can draw conclusions about the meaning and values of behaviors, but the meaning and the value comes from the deep structure of a people’s culture and values.  And so you have African people behaving in a certain way, based upon the African deep structure, but you have a person like Daniel Moynihan looking at that behavior and trying to interpret it from his own European culture deep structure.  He draws the wrong conclusions.  And so in the black family at eh time that Daniel Moynihan was examining it, there was this whole notion of families with women without husbands raising children, which he deemed, a broken home and that the broken home would cause negative things to occur in the development of children.  The mistake he was making was the installations of values in the development of children is not tied to the mother-father linkage, it is tied to a system of eldership.  And you have older brothers, older cousins, older uncles, older aunts, older mama, grandmamma, big mama, great mama, almost in this hierarchy of eldership, and all of those layers are what improve the development of children. So if you take one piece our, i.e., the father, it is not a devastating as it would be in the European family.
    T: You mean the nuclear family?

    WN:  Yes the nuclear family.  Moynihan made a transubstantive error because he was judging the black family based upon the value system of the European culture.

    D:  What do you mean by eldership, can you be a little more specific?

    WN:  Eldership really says that everyone older than you is responsible for your well-being and welfare.  So it makes no difference whether it’s your sixteen-year-old cousin and you’re nine years old, that person is responsible for looking out for you.  And then there’s somebody above her and someone above that person, so there’s a hierarchy of age grades, and everyone that is younger than me I’m responsible for looking out for, and they have to be obedient to me, and everyone that’s older then me looks out for me and I have to be obedient to them.  So I’m a 60 year old man, if see a 70 year old in my family, I give deference to that 70 year old, because they are my elder.

    T:  So that would be the actual construction of the village that is always talked about.

    WN:  That’s how the village operates.

    D:  And why do you have to be obedient?

    WN:  Why do you have to be obedient?  Obedience is… be careful with the transubstantive mirror, because obedience is not the individual being somebody who is ruling you, obedience is listening to somebody who is guiding you.  So the reason why you’re obedient is because you’re getting guidance from this person to become a better person.

    D:  Okay, and that’s just sort of built in, that’s the assumption, that’s been the tradition forever.

    WN:  Everyone in the village is responsible for guiding, for directing, and for making sure that the next generation advances to the next higher level, the person of good character.  The goal here is not obedience that you will obey someone, the goal here is for your good character to evolve.  Well, how do I as an elder help other people evolve their good character?  I give them challenges, I give them assignments, I evaluate them, I give them feed back to them on what is good and bad about their decisions they’re making, the choices they make, ect.

    D:  So for example, if you are one of the people of the “village”, and you caught a young person doing something they weren’t supposed to do like smoking for instance, and you take them behind the school and you “whoop” them and then you tell them that you’re going tell their parents if you see them doing it again and then they’ll whip them.  How does corporal punishment fit into all that?

    WN:  It’s a technique.  Corporal punishment is just a technique of child rearing; just as loving and hugging is a technique of child rearing.  You have a whole arsenal of techniques, and it becomes problematic if all you do is whip and spank children.  A lot of people look at corporal punishment in African families as this bad thing because we are beating children or something, but the fact of the matter is that they don’t look at the fact that children are incorporated in celebrations and parties and they’re given responsibilities and they’re identified to the larger group as having done something of excellence and they’re praised and they’re honored for their achievements.  And when they stray into something wrong, they are chastised.  Sometimes it’s a verbal chastisement.  A lot of times if you commit an offense and every time your mother or father comes around other adults they will say, “Well, tell Aunt what you did last week,” and you will have to repeat this same old thing you did to every adult as a way of internalizing that… and they’ll be astonished and shocked and oh, you shouldn’t have done that, you’ve got every adult saying you did something wrong.  And then when you do good, the same thing happens. Tell Aunt Mary what you did, how you got an A or whatever, and you tell that and everybody will stop that they’re doing to praise you. So it’s a balancing of different strategies of child rearing that were not looked at when non-African scholars tried to examine black family life or black psychological processes.

    D:  That’s true.  You hear about it a lot.  And that’s where, for example, my question about poor people, poor families, single parent families, and people of color get caught in the mental health system.  I’m thinking Child Protective Services (CPS) in particular, because Mom was caught yelling at the kid a whole lot and maybe spanking the kid or something like that and oh, that’s a terrible things they’ve done and they’re judged by these people in CPS who have absolutely no knowledge of any of the things that you’re saying.  And I think that fits in to what you’re saying right now about the “village”.

    WN:  A village around them, other sisters or kinfolk or play kin.  There are all kinds of people that go into the mix of raising a child. So what Mrs. Clinton stole from the African culture belief system about it takes a whole village to raise a child, that’s absolutely true, because all adults, it’s not just adults, it’s age grade.  It’s anyone older than you is responsible for making sure that no harm comes to you and that you benefit and develop in life.

    T:  How do you fell about the relationship between Child Protective Services and Black Families who may believe in corporal punishment as one of their parenting strategies?

    WN:  It’s very important that people who work in Child Protective Services take courses in black studies, so that they understand black reality grounded in a black perspective, in fact, when I was in graduate school I worked in the summers in Child Protective Services, and one of the things I had to do was to write up all these little case studies to demonstrate that some family was either neglecting or abusing their child.  But because I has already started my career training and understood that there’s a difference between African reality and European reality or white reality and black reality, I was able to point out things like I’m pointing out to you now about the family system that did not qualify or justify the removal of the child or for the charging of the family for abusive behavior or neglectful behavior.  People have to know about the culture and the belief system and the values of the community if they’re going to work in that community.  And unfortunately, a great deal of people in social welfare, social work and Child Protective Services have been educated but not educated to the degree that they understand the real culture of the community that they’re working in.

    Dr. Wade Nobles is the author of many books on African psychology.  He is a tenured professor in Black Studies at the San Francisco Stare University and the Executive Director of the Institute for the Advanced Study of Black Family and Culture in Oakland, California.  For more information on how to purchase his books please contact Yolanda at (510) 836-3245.  

     

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