Wednesday, September 17, 2008

J Journal Reception


Reading of my poem, Tuesday. I was setting up the scene by telling the audience how for a new fish--first time inmate--the intake process is a shocking and degrading experience. In this case, male prison intake.



One of my readers asked if Tuesday is a love story, so I wanted to set the record straight-- It's about prison intake, AND a love story!!! Even the College Prez got a kick out of it!



Audience reaction to my comment...At a quick glance, the sista looks like she's having a No, he didn't!!! moment.



Me and John Jay College Prez, Jeremy Travis who not only had enough vision to push J Journal, but even turned his office corridor into a faculty art gallery! I always say, supervising and directing has less to do with delegation and more to do with inspiration, motivation and support.

J Journal editors, Jeffrey Heiman (far left) and Adam Berlin (right).



Two very excited readers and one thankful writer!



Group pic-- The attending writers of the very fist issue of J Journal, with editors and College Prez




Photos by Morisset (Who else?!)

J Journal Launch

John Jay College of Criminal Justice's President Jeremy Travis invites you to celebrate the launch of J Journal on Wednesday, September 17th at 5p. This is the College's very first literary journal on crime and I'll be reading Tuesday, a piece I wrote about the quick and cold reality of male prison intake back when I taught writing to Rikers Island inmates. I'll also be reading The New Plantation, a piece my good friend Jason Trask wrote on the complicated, sometimes humorous process of educating young Black and Brown inmates. Jason unfortunately won't be able to attend but I'm honored to read what I believe is his best work yet!



John Jay is located at 899 Tenth Avenue and 59th Street. RSVP: jjournalreception@jay.cuny.edu

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Who Else is Gonna Call You Nigga but Another Nigga?...

I love a great quote. Like the one above by Whoppie Goldberg. Some sayings just make you laugh at life's contradictions. I like the ones that take you straight to your truth, and ours!--
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"What Bill Cosby did was what too few people in our community do. He set a very high standard."-- Charles Barkley, Athlete and Commentator

"The most gangsta thing you can do is be yourself!"-- Lupe Fiasco, Muslim Rapper

"Fear is everything, and nothing!"-- Herb Billings, Marketing Agent

"The truth comes to me. The truth loves me."-- Sylvia Plath, Poet

"I was living a lie. This person, this illusion I created. It wasn't me. It was what people expected me to be. So I had to do some dying in order to start really being who I am. Everyone has the right to be who they are."-- Lauryn Hill, Social Activist

"The chief cause of failure and unhappiness is trading what we want most for what we want at the moment."-- Henry Ford, Founder of American Ford Company

"It may not be your fault that you're down, but it's your responsibility to get back up!"-- Rev. Al Sharpton, Social Activist

"If I can't be myself, I'm already dead!"-- My daughter, Chanou at 19

"They don't see it because they don't have it."-- Michelle Scarlet, Community Activist

"If your laundry is dirty, why would you want to keep it dirty?"-- Bill Cosby, Actor

"You direct yourself, and you are directed. Our greatest spiritual truth is that we are one with our Creator."-- Carol Adrienne, Numerologist

"We have become so addicted to struggling, when the way is
easy we are suspicious, and we do not want it."-- Iyanla Vanzant,
Spiritual Advisor


"The public school system is not about educating Black
children. Never has been. Inner-city schools are about social
control. They're operated as holding pens-- miniature jails, really. It's only when Black children start breaking out of their pens and
bothering White people that society even pays any attention to
the issue of whether or not these children are being educated."-- Barack Obama, President

"It's not all about you, but it's all for you."-- John Love, Jr., Actor

"Be the change you're looking for."-- Ocean Morisset, Photographer

"Grandma, he didn't have kidney problems, baby. He died of AIDS.
Because you were so ashamed of it, everyone else was ashamed
of it."-- Mo'Nique, Comedian

"We underestimate how we are still damaged by slavery...I
wouldn't want reparations. I'd want free psychological services
for every Black person
in America..."-- Marita Golden, Writer

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Hurricane Bush



I try not to turn my blog into a Michael Moore thing because I really did intend to keep it purely literary and visual, but not necessarily political. But being a Black man in America is indeed a political reality, isn't it? Like the time I brought up Shawn Bell and our on-going African holocaust. A nudge from Shango to say a few words about a crisis, a warning, a washing of sorts, whatever it is that makes us one in the struggle for justice. In this case, the victims of hurricane Katrina, and how this time around the powers that be were given an opportunity to redeem themselves by showing an elaborate display of community advocacy in the face of potential new victims from yet another blow. Yet as outstanding as the efforts of these officials were; as brilliantly organized as the evacuations turned out, and as amazingly as the federal, state and local reps worked together, I can't help still feeling the same anger towards them as we all did three years ago when poor people--poor Black people, especially--were left to fend for themselves.

Remember my question, why we're profiling men of color when it was a White male (Timothy McVeigh) who was the original terrorist back in '95? Well here's another question-- If the federal, state and local suits were able to come thru this time, why didn't they come through in the first place?....

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

The Masculinity Project

The Masculinity Project addresses the complexities of masculinity in the African American community; how young brothas are represented and perceived; their struggles, as well as their contributions. The National Black Programming Consortium asked for essays relating to this on-going discussion. Here's a full transcript of the piece I submitted--



“What does it mean to be a man?” is the question NBPC posed;
and the way I answer that question is by first considering the Americanization of the African male from the very first slave auction to our current condition. It’s futile to have any form of critical discussion about Black masculinity—American Black masculinity—without beginning with the beginning. That is, the sexualization of the African male slave, along with his female counterpart, and White America’s on-going preoccupation with the Black man as a sexual object. Ralph Ellison’s Invisible Man addressed the plight of the American Black man in his efforts to become recognized as a human being. Yet it was, and still is, his sexuality that we somehow find more interesting. Without being too academic or too lengthy, I approach the question of Black maleness in America in five ways: 1) the Americanization of the Black Man, 2) the stifling of the Black man’s spirit, 3) hyper-masculinity, 4) homosexuality and Black homophobia, and 5) solutions.

The Americanization of the Black Man

No other country but the U.S. places so much emphasis on machismo. Not even Latin America where double standards may be the rule, but the obsession with acting tough, prison tough, is virtually non-existent. If you’ve been paying any attention, you’ll notice that young male immigrants, including those from the Caribbean, come to the States bright-eyed with a sensitivity to others and themselves that quickly vanishes once they learn to ‘toughen up’. I call it ‘the American way’. Because it’s not merely an inner-city phenomenon but an American standard for males to be so careful about showing affection to one another, perfecting the art of unemotionality, making sure to dress in a way that supports street culture, and adopting questionable definitions of Black maleness, since the prerequisite to becoming 'American' is not only U.S. citizenship but inner-city know-how. Know how to swagger. Know how to keep your pants low enough to show your buttocks. Know how to wear your do-rag. Know how to hold your crotch when speaking. Know how to wear the kinds of accessories that help you claim your place on your block. All the paraphernalia that have absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with authentic Black male hood. And yet this know-how has become essential for any young man, particularly Black young males who find it much easier to follow street codes rather than make the effort to discover who they are behind the drag. Ask any Black male teen and he’ll school you on the importance of having ‘the look’ and thug attitude. Ask any non-Black male teen and he’ll no doubt tell you how for him it’s more than just learning how to fit in, but a kind of indoctrination he knows how to turn off once he’s at home with his kinfolk and away from the fanfare. For the young brotha in 'da hood', however, look and attitude are skin-tight, difficult to replace with more substantive DNA since group acceptance are key to individual survival. Like purposely failing your classes to appear more Black. Because it's cool to be streets smart but not book smart. And if you're book smart, best to stick to hood soap operas to keep your hood membership. Thus, the Americanization of the Black man is cousin to the hoodization of the Black boy where the mindset is wild, wild west where everything but self-reflection is up for grrabs.

There’s something about the country we live in that allows White males to be full human beings while limiting the definitions of maleness for others. You see it in our everyday doings, in our media, play grounds, and campuses. You see it in our politics when you hear people say Barack Obama isn’t tough enough or he’s too nerdy, or just not Black enough, as if to suggest that Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson are more Black than him. I’ve travelled some, and I can tell you that I don’t see this type of preoccupation of acting brolic in other countries. You might see young Brits or Japanese Hip Hop heads imitating gangsta rappers and what they perceive to be Black. But you won’t see the negation of being a full human being anywhere else but the U.S.. You also won’t see any other Black groups call themselves by the very names their slave owners called them. James Baldwin used to say Americans love bullshit! We encourage the negation of the self behind the bling. It's in our history. How it’s founded on terrorism and continues to infest the minds of our male children. Even impressionable young Black girls find it attractive to see a boy practically walking like a toddler all over again because his pants are worn so low. We’ve gone from glorifying prison mentality to honoring street culture, and the retail stores are happy to push the fashion that comes with the trends. But this is not a trend or, like Jeri Curls, we would’ve seen this too pass. Nah, this is the American macho mindset, whether it’s Rambo or Black Exploitation. You don’t see the absurdity of it until you step out of it. The challenge, then, for any Black parent is to find balance between understanding the pressures of growing up in America and finding real substance at the family table.

The Stifling of the Black Man’s Spirit

With the emphasis on being a sexual extraordinaire, sports jock and bling master, it’s no wonder that the number of depressed Black men is increasing every year. When Michael Baisden says we cry in the dark, it’s not a cliché. The pressure to adhere to not only White folks’ expectations of what an American Black man is supposed to look, act and talk like, but to hood exploitation as well where the road between boy and man is often ambiguous, causing brothas--young and older--to suppress their natural spirit in the name of artificial acceptance. If it takes stepping out of the box to recognize the absurdity in pretending to be gangsta, it takes super conscientious parenting to fight against street mentality. Black culture is not street culture, though some of us have decided it is. We might complain about our boys looking like bandits, yet we complain in the dark, feeling powerless against the Machine. But if Black men subscribe to street mentality, how can we expect Black boys not to do the same? If Black men use the N word as freely as saying hello, how can we then expect our boys to challenge themselves? And if pastors don’t challenge themselves and their congregation by encouraging more critical thinking and less victim mindset, where then is the true spirit of the American Black male?

To define what it means to be a man—a Black man—depends on his home turf; and from an American perspective, it’s that cowboy mentality clashing with the Shango within that stifles his spirit. It's a contradiction of sorts where the emphasis on thug mentality pulls at a brotha's wings, creating a kind of inner turmoil that works against our legacy of resilience and pride. Without intervention, it becomes a way of life to deny one’s ability to be a full human being, and as a consequence he limits his view of not only the world but of himself.

Hyper-Masculinity



Ever notice how some brothas spit on the ground whenever they cross one another’s path?
It's as if they're preparing themselves for attack, each letting the other know he's not intimidated. It's both interesting and sad to watch. Interesting because of the amount of defensive energy placed in something as simple as walking towards someone; and sad because out of all the greetings either of them can think of, acknowledging one another’s similar skin color and so experience, at least, it's the spitting with such disposition that overrides any possible form of solidarity. It's a behavior that best fits war zones. Bullet-holed neighborhoods that force people to learn combative codes of conduct. But just like wearing your jeans low enough to show your boxers, spitting as you approach another brotha has become a way of life for young inner-city males, especially. If you think in terms of war and casualties, you understand how dissin a nigga’s sneekaz is an effective form of weaponry. Killing before being killed is the name of the game. A form of prison mentality adopted into everyday living, with media exploitation and sexual pomposity as fallout. This is what hyper-masculinity is. The over-exaggeration of an already corrupt definition of what it means to be a man— a Black man in America.

So how do brothas adopt this behavior, in the first place? Who and what pushes it, and why? And how do we get rid of hyper-masculinity when it's supported by even the women we love? To briefly answer these questions means connecting the dots from the ramifications of the enslavement of the African male to Jim Crow laws that limited the Black man's movement and aspirations , to having to conk their hair (a/k/a straightening their hair with lye), to welfare policies that forbid female recipients from having their men live with them, to being passed over for jobs in preference for passive brothas, to only being allowed to prosper in sports, pastor hood, entertainment and illegal activities, to succumbing to finally becoming a fragmented human being perfect for eurocentric doctoral research— Why is the Black man so angry?

If we argue that hyper-masculinity is rampant in the Black Community and that it’s adding to the destruction of Black boys, we can lay blame on our culture of violence and the post-psychosis syndrome that comes with having to bear the burden of truth. On the other hand, it’s this same psychosis that somehow gives way to innovative cultural expression and healing. So the bigger question then is whether or not we’re creating a restrictive or progressive definition of what it means to be Black and male.

Homosexuality and Black Homophobia

There’s a reason behind the down low hype, and it’s much more complex than politics and soap opera books. When a person is stripped of their natural heritage and culture and then made to cope within the walls of an injustice system, living an authentic personhood of any kind becomes a goal. Not a given. And denial is not the answer but the question. So let’s first admit some obvious and not so obvious points—

There is homosexuality in our community. Many of our past and current high profile figures were and are homosexual. We have an alarming number of Black homeless same gender loving teens. There are gay Rappers and Hip Hop artists. There was consensual gay sex down at the prison I taught at back in the Tupac n Biggie days. It’s not a White thing or an HIV thing. It’s the way of the world. The more we deny sexuality at its most basic nature, the more we deny who we are; and the more we deny who we are, the more we deny God.

It’s a process to remember to love your kind. We’ve been so conditioned to do otherwise that we forget our collective struggle. It’s in respecting another’s right to be as they see fit where we begin learning not to throw away our own children. The Black American male doesn’t have the luxury of living his life the way he sees fit. The greatness he sees in his mirror is not enough for him to combat the guilt he feels when he’s caught between fulfilling social expectations and his personal journey. So it’s not that the behavior alone is down low, but that when it comes to the Black Community we’re pretty much DL on any topic we deem taboo, which in turn causes individuals to live undercover lives out of fear of isolation and attack. It’s gonna take the new generation of American Blacks who think out the box, whose frame of reference is more progressive and free of victim mindset to allow both the homosexual brotha and sista to re-join the family table and take their rightful place.

Solutions

We have a tendency of focusing on our burdens and not on solutions. It’s that psychosis again. The hurt that never got resolved. It’s like the person who molested you providing your financial aid. That’s why the Million Man March was all hype. There was no follow-up. No real change. No accountability from the Black inner-city officials who had promised to place their full attention on community development. Instead, they cashed in on the social ills and let gentrification lead the way. This promise un-fulfilled has a direct affect on our everyday lives; and this is how you create the American Black male, how you program him, in a capitalist system, without intervention. To be a Black man, then, means learning who you are from where you are, superman-ing your way in and out of trends and isms and defining success in your own terms. It means celebrating the entrepreneurial vision and skills of our sons; no more criticizing gangsta Rap and focusing instead on alleviating the things they’ve been griping about, in the first place. It means monitoring what the public school system is putting in their heads and what we put in their hearts. Nuf said!

Monday, June 23, 2008

Father's Day as Men's Day

Father's Day is also Men's Day. A time to reflect on not only one's parental skills, sacrifices and success stories but who we are as Black men, our individual and collective plight, and how we propose to help solve some of the ills in our Community. Whatever your situation, if you've made a baby you have the responsibility to help raise your child. Even if the mother won't let you fully play your role as dad as a result of a nasty separation, you have the responsibility to go to family court and fight for your right to be present in your child's life. No excuses!!! Because in the end it won't be your ex or a judge who calls the shots, but an angry teenager; and if later on you cannot present any proof of making an effort to take and develop your fatherly duties you'll be the one to blame for actually supporting the deadbeat dad hype.

So today, this year, this time around, take a moment to reflect on what kind of dad you've been thus far, if you're pride is motivated by unconditional love, support and guidance. Or if your intention is to simply feed your ego for the sake of image without questioning whether or not your child is presenting him or herself in a manner that enhances us, as a people.

Ask yourself if your definition of 'dad' compliments the Community or adds to the bafoonery we see in our hood. Are you satisfied with what you see? Do you tolerate our boys walking around with their pants down and showing their underwear, to the point where they're now learning to walk like toddlers all over again? Do you notice how so many of our girls have gone from wearing long weaves to now long wigs? Have you reminded them that there was a time when Blacks were forced to 'look White' by wearing wigs? Do you see the emphasis on bling and street culture? Are you teaching your child that street culture is not Black culture? Are you teaching yourself that?



This is what Black fatherhood is all about, to me. Tieing in universal standards of what a great dad is and does with the realities of racism, poverty and victim mindset. In my first book, Before You Fly Off - Vol. One, I list what most dads want from their teenage daughters, in particular, while adding what I want from my daughter, including not supporting Rap artists who disrespect females, being both book-smart and street-smart, dressing in a way that compliments our race, encouraging Black boys to read more, and more reflecting, less re-acting.

This is also a time when I run into fathers who, because of family court struggles and unresolved issues with the mothers, cannot see their sons and daughters and how that pains them. So this one's for y'all....I been there. But there comes a time when you just gotta get out of YOUR way and let the Universe do her thing!!!

These, my dearest
Are the reasons why I want you with me
Green eyed monsters, spiders and snakes
You can give them to me

Smiling faces
With hints of falsity
When they greet you
You can stay close to me

In my aloneness
I pray that God helps you remember your father
That my good intentions matter
Because I care for you
I fight for you

These, my dearest
Are the reasons why I want you with me
No more an angry young man
I don’t fly off without listening

It was all the fighting
Cutting through summer
That gave me the courage to hold you
When you were just an infant



Oh, I had plans for you!
I still hold them true

These, my dearest
Are the reasons why I want you with me
And all those harsh words you were forced to hear?
Tell your mama
I’m setting them free.








Besides George Carlin (R.I.P.), Jason's the only White kat I know who can talk about racism openly and honestly. I think it's extremely important to have at least one White ally or you stay stuck on anger mode. But once you make a real connection with any White person you realize how much bigger the world is. I keep a photo of Jason on my wall so that I don't hate all White people. Just like I remind myself of who mostly attended anti-apartheid rallies, show up at jazz concerts and support grassroots art, to stop myself from generalizing. White folks have the luxury of never having to think about their skin color. They just live their lives. That's the discrepancy.

Thanks to my own dad, I managed to grow up in a home that encouraged getting out of our boxes and learning other people and ways. You don't grow, if you don't. You become stagnant and closed-minded. You start dictating how the world should be according to your very limited eyes. All the good stuff needed to become a proud racist! My father used to say America creates bigots. She can't help it. It's part of the original plan. So he ran off to Canada like a lot of other expatriates did....

They cannot take what you mean to me
And son, they never will
This was written way before I learned to disappoint you
So you could learn to let go what you can't possibly control
But it might help you to know
I’m by your side
Fighting off ill wishes and beautiful lies
A promise I made to myself
The day you cursed me goodbye
But the pain was never yours
And I want to see you smile
The pain was never yours
Catch you every time.*


*From my book, The Dredlocks Tree



Happy Father's Day, dad.
I'm a stubborn mothafucka but
you catch me
every time!
Thank you!!!
I love you.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Self-Portraits





My face is tempered fire
It promises victory in emotional desertion

The stained teardrop under my eye
Is a kiss from my childhood nuances
That gave me my second name

My scars are my grays
And my grays are my father
A discovery I made during one of the first receding tides

My nose tells the story of sugar cane fields
I was not there when Shango slipped through their fingers
But the hairs around my mouth come from a Portuguese slaveship
That colored my skin when it first crossed my forehead

The world is full of wonderful faces
If mine doesn’t smile,
It’s only my mother preparing her day.

Photos by Morisset