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  1. Makes sense, a few days ago someone in my gaming group shared a video of all the video game remakes being made. The one thing the author misses is the idea of the consumer. Consumer freedom aside a market with industrial tools for anyone to market themselves means  consumers have to learn to be daring, more open minded and not as convenient. The good news is, in the USA alone during the sars cov 2 it was revealed how many homes didn't have an internet connection. what does this mean? Many children are actually growing up not as immersed as some thought in the mass advertised media storm. Thus space exists for the content at the bottom of the pyramid to be viewed and it does get viewed. For artists this means nothing new. If you have another way to make income or pay rent while be an artists, keep it. And while the odds your living imagination will be accessed is daunting in some media spaces, the potential always exists cause to those who have the full fledged media capability they can access you

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    Pop Culture Has Become an Oligopoly
    A cartel of superstars has conquered culture. How did it happen, and what should we do about it?

    Adam Mastroianni

    You may have noticed that every popular movie these days is a remake, reboot, sequel, spinoff, or cinematic universe expansion. In 2021, only one of the ten top-grossing films––the Ryan Reynolds vehicle Free Guy––was an original. There were only two originals in 2020’s top 10, and none at all in 2019.

    People blame this trend on greedy movie studios or dumb moviegoers or competition from Netflix or humanity running out of ideas. Some say it’s a sign of the end of movies. Others claim there’s nothing new about this at all.

    Some of these explanations are flat-out wrong; others may contain a nugget of truth. But all of them are incomplete, because this isn’t just happening in movies. In every corner of pop culture––movies, TV, music, books, and video games––a smaller and smaller cartel of superstars is claiming a larger and larger share of the market. What used to be winners-take-some has grown into winners-take-most and is now verging on winners-take-all. The (very silly) word for this oligopoly, like a monopoly but with a few players instead of just one.

    I’m inherently skeptical of big claims about historical shifts. I recently published a paper showing that people overestimate how much public opinion has changed over the past 50 years, so naturally I’m on the lookout for similar biases here. But this shift is not an illusion. It’s big, it’s been going on for decades, and it’s happening everywhere you look. So let’s get to the bottom of it.

    (Data and code available here.) < https://osf.io/8k23f/ >  

    Movies 
    At the top of the box office charts, original films have gone extinct. 

    I looked at the 20 top-grossing movies going all the way back to 1977 (source), and I coded whether each was part of what film scholars call a “multiplicity”—sequels, prequels, franchises, spin-offs, cinematic universe expansions, etc. This required some judgment calls. Lots of movies are based on books and TV shows, but I only counted them as multiplicities if they were related to a previous movie. So 1990’s Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles doesn’t get coded as a multiplicity, but 1991’s Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles II: The Secret of the Ooze does, and so does the 2014 Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles remake. I also probably missed a few multiplicities, especially in earlier decades, since sometimes it’s not obvious that a movie has some connection to an earlier movie.

    Regardless, the shift is gigantic. Until the year 2000, about 25% of top-grossing movies were prequels, sequels, spinoffs, remakes, reboots, or cinematic universe expansions. Since 2010, it’s been over 50% ever year. In recent years, it’s been close to 100%.

    Original movies just aren’t popular anymore, if they even get made in the first place.

    Top movies have also recently started taking a larger chunk of the market. I extracted the revenue of the top 20 movies and divided it by the total revenue of the top 200 movies, going all the way back to 1986 (source). The top 20 movies captured about 40% of all revenue until 2015, when they started gobbling up even more.

    Television
    Thanks to cable and streaming, there's way more stuff on TV today than there was 50 years ago. So it would make sense if a few shows ruled the early decades of TV, and now new shows constantly displace each other at the top of the viewership charts.

    Instead, the opposite has happened. I pulled the top 30 most-viewed TV shows from 1950 to 2019 (source) and found that fewer and fewer franchises rule a larger and larger share of the airwaves. In fact, since 2000, about a third of the top 30 most-viewed shows are either spinoffs of other shows in the top 30 (e.g., CSI and CSI: Miami) or multiple broadcasts of the same show (e.g., American Idol on Monday and American Idol on Wednesday). 

    Two caveats to this data. First, I’m probably slightly undercounting multiplicities from earlier decades, where the connections between shows might be harder for a modern viewer like me to understand––maybe one guy hosted multiple different shows, for example. And second, the Nielsen ratings I’m using only recently started accurately measuring viewership on streaming platforms. But even in 2019, only 14% of viewing time was spent on streaming, so this data isn’t missing much.

    Music
    It used to be that a few hitmakers ruled the charts––The Beatles, The Eagles, Michael Jackson––while today it’s a free-for-all, right?

    Nope. A data scientist named Azhad Syed has done the analysis < https://towardsdatascience.com/hot-or-not-analyzing-60-years-of-billboard-hot-100-data-21e1a02cf304 > , and he finds that the number of artists on the Billboard Hot 100 has been decreasing for decades. 

    And since 2000, the number of hits per artist on the Hot 100 has been increasing. 

    (Azhad says he’s looking for a job––you should hire him!)

    A smaller group of artists tops the charts, and they produce more of the chart-toppers. Music, too, has become an oligopoly.

    Books
    Literature feels like a different world than movies, TV, and music, and yet the trend is the same.

    Using LiteraryHub's list of the top 10 bestselling books for every year from 1919 to 2017 < https://lithub.com/here-are-the-biggest-fiction-bestsellers-of-the-last-100-years/10/?single=true > , I found that the oligopoly has come to book publishing as well. There are a couple ways we can look at this. First, we can look at the percentage of repeat authors in the top 10––that is, the number of books in the top 10 that were written by an author with another book in the top 10. 

    It used to be pretty rare for one author to have multiple books in the top 10 in the same year. Since 1990, it’s happened almost every year. No author ever had three top 10 books in one year until Danielle Steel did it 1998. In 2011, John Grisham, Kathryn Stockett, and Stieg Larsson all had two chart-topping books each.

    We can also look at the percentage of authors in the top 10 were already famous––say, they had a top 10 book within the past 10 years. That has increased over time, too. 

    In the 1950s, a little over half of the authors in the top 10 had been there before. These days, it’s closer to 75%.

    Video games
    I tracked down the top 20 bestselling video games for each year from 1995 to 2021 (sources: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7) and coded whether each belongs to a preexisting video game franchise. (Some games, like Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, belong to franchises outside of video games. For these, I coded the first installment as originals and any subsequent installments as franchise games.)

    The oligopoly rules video games too:

    In the late 1990s, 75% or less of bestselling video games were franchise installments. Since 2005, it’s been above 75% every year, and sometimes it’s 100%. At the top of the charts, it’s all Mario, Zelda, Call of Duty, and Grand Theft Auto.

    Why is this happening?
    Any explanation for the rise of the pop oligopoly has to answer two questions: why have producers started producing more of the same thing, and why are consumers consuming it? I think the answers to the first question are invasion, consolidation, and innovation. I think the answer to the second question is proliferation.

    Invasion
    Software and the internet have made it easier than ever to create and publish content. Most of the stuff that random amateurs make is crap and nobody looks at it, but a tiny proportion gets really successful. This might make media giants choose to produce and promote stuff that independent weirdos never could, like an Avengers movie. This can’t explain why oligopolization started decades ago––YouTube only launched in 2005, for example, and most Americans didn’t have broadband until 2007––but it might explain why it’s accelerated and stuck around.

    Consolidation
    Big things like to eat, defeat, and outcompete smaller things. So over time, big things should get bigger and small things should die off. Indeed, movie studios, music labels, TV stations, and publishers of books and video games have all consolidated. Maybe it’s inevitable that major producers of culture will suck up or destroy everybody else, leaving nothing but superstars and blockbusters. Indeed, maybe cultural oligopoly is merely a transition state before we reach cultural monopoly.

    Innovation
    You may think there’s nothing left to discover in art forms as old as literature and music, and that they simply iterate as fashions change. But it took humans thousands of years to figure out how to create the illusion of depth in paintings. Novelists used to think that sentences had to be long and complicated until Hemingway came along, wrote some snappy prose, and changed everything. Even very old art forms, then, may have secrets left to discover. Maybe the biggest players in culture discovered some innovations that won them a permanent, first-mover chunk of market share. I can think of a few:

    In books: lightning-quick plots and chapter-ending cliffhangers. Nobody thinks The Da Vinci Code is high literature, but it’s a book that really really wants you to read it. And a lot of people did!

    In music: sampling. Musicians seem to sample more often these days. Now we not only remake songs; we franchise them too.

    In movies, TV, and video games: cinematic universes. Studios have finally figured out that once audiences fall in love with fictional worlds, they want to spend lots of time in them. Marvel, DC, and Star Wars are the most famous, but there are also smaller universe expansions like Better Call Saul and El Camino from Breaking Bad and The Many Saints of Newark from The Sopranos. Video game developers have understood this for even longer, which is why Mario does everything from playing tennis to driving go-karts to, you know, being a piece of paper.

    Proliferation
    Invasion, consolidation, and innovation can, I think, explain the pop oligopoly from the supply side. But all three require a willing audience. So why might people be more open to experiencing the same thing over and over again?

    As options multiply, choosing gets harder. You can’t possibly evaluate everything, so you start relying on cues like “this movie has Tom Hanks in it” or “I liked Red Dead Redemption, so I’ll probably like Red Dead Redemption II,” which makes you less and less likely to pick something unfamiliar. 

    Another way to think about it: more opportunities means higher opportunity costs, which could lead to lower risk tolerance. When the only way to watch a movie is to go pick one of the seven playing at your local AMC, you might take a chance on something new. But when you’ve got a million movies to pick from, picking a safe, familiar option seems more sensible than gambling on an original.

    This could be happening across all of culture at once. Movies don’t just compete with other movies. They compete with every other way of spending your time, and those ways are both infinite and increasing. There are now 60,000 free books on Project Gutenberg, Spotify says it has 78 million songs and 4 million podcast episodes, and humanity uploads 500 hours of video to YouTube every minute. So uh, yeah, the Tom Hanks movie sounds good.

    What do we do about it?
    Some may think that the rise of the pop oligopoly means the decline of quality. But the oligopoly can still make art: Red Dead Redemption II is a terrific game, “Blinding Lights” is a great song, and Toy Story 4 is a pretty good movie. And when you look back at popular stuff from a generation ago, there was plenty of dreck. We’ve forgotten the pulpy Westerns and insipid romances that made the bestseller lists while books like The Great Gatsby, Brave New World, and Animal Farm did not. American Idol is not so different from the televised talent shows of the 1950s. Popular culture has always been a mix of the brilliant and the banal, and nothing I’ve shown you suggests that the ratio has changed.

    The problem isn’t that the mean has decreased. It’s that the variance has shrunk. Movies, TV, music, books, and video games should expand our consciousness, jumpstart our imaginations, and introduce us to new worlds and stories and feelings. They should alienate us sometimes, or make us mad, or make us think. But they can’t do any of that if they only feed us sequels and spinoffs. It’s like eating macaroni and cheese every single night forever: it may be comfortable, but eventually you’re going to get scurvy. 

    We haven’t fully reckoned with what the cultural oligopoly might be doing to us. How much does it stunt our imaginations to play the same video games we were playing 30 years ago? What message does it send that one of the most popular songs in the 2010s was about how a 1970s rock star was really cool? How much does it dull our ambitions to watch 2021’s The Matrix: Resurrections, where the most interesting scene is just Neo watching the original Matrix from 1999? How inspiring is it to watch tiny variations on the same police procedurals and reality shows year after year? My parents grew up with the first Star Wars movie, which had the audacity to create an entire universe. My niece and nephews are growing up with the ninth Star Wars movie, which aspires to move merchandise. Subsisting entirely on cultural comfort food cannot make us thoughtful, creative, or courageous.

    Fortunately, there’s a cure for our cultural anemia. While the top of the charts has been oligopolized, the bottom remains a vibrant anarchy. There are weird books and funky movies and bangers from across the sea. Two of the most interesting video games of the past decade put you in the role of an immigration officer and an insurance claims adjuster. Every strange thing, wonderful and terrible, is available to you, but they’ll die out if you don’t nourish them with your attention. Finding them takes some foraging and digging, and then you’ll have to stomach some very odd, unfamiliar flavors. That’s good. Learning to like unfamiliar things is one of the noblest human pursuits; it builds our empathy for unfamiliar people. And it kindles that delicate, precious fire inside us––without it, we might as well be algorithms. Humankind does not live on bread alone, nor can our spirits long survive on a diet of reruns.

    ARTICLE LINK- graphics are present
    https://experimentalhistory.substack.com/p/pop-culture-has-become-an-oligopoly
     

    This article suggest one in three women in prison is lesbian. If true, with black women in prison over the percentage of the total population in general  that means, many Black women are lesbian in the USA.  But when you look at within the black populace in the usa it doesn't seem recognized or visible or...

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    Why we didn't celebrate Gay Pride Month in women's prison
    Opinion by Keri Blakinger 

    When I was in prison, we relished things we could celebrate. There were the obvious ones — like releases and legal victories. And the traditional ones — like New Year’s Eve and Fourth of July. We also celebrated Labor Day and birthdays and the Super Bowl and holidays for religions we didn’t even believe in. 

    But we did not so much as acknowledge Gay Pride Month.

    The presence of homophobia in men’s prisons is a known problem. But in the women’s lockups, it was completely different. In fact, women’s prison was the queerest place I’ve ever been — we just didn’t celebrate it. That’s because queerness, like a lot of things behind bars, carried extra risks.

    That realization was a surprise for me, too. It was just a few weeks after I’d been arrested in December 2010 with a Tupperware container full of heroin. I was awaiting sentencing in an upstate New York county jail when the facility’s one openly lesbian guard pulled me aside to warn me: The higher-ups thought I was “too close” to my cellmate, who had become a good friend. Don’t sit next to each other on the bunk, the guard advised. Otherwise, we might get separated or transferred to another jail. We were annoyed at the assumption that any strong bond between women was somehow a cover for sex. But we were both scared enough to take the advice without asking questions.

    A few weeks later, I was sentenced to 2.5 years behind bars, and eventually went to state prison where the staff seemed even more invested in “catching” people being gay — which was not that difficult because so many people were. Research shows that 1 in 3 women in prison identify as lesbian or bisexual. But in New York women’s prisons, it seemed like the real numbers were much higher.

    That’s because a lot of the people in New York women’s lockups had prison girlfriends, even if they had identified as straight in the free world. The shift was so common we even had a catchy phrase for it: “Gay for the stay, straight at the gate.” Sometimes those prison relationships were in addition to a boyfriend or husband on the outside, and sometimes they weren’t. Sometimes they mostly resembled a close platonic friendship with a different label, and sometimes they turned into torrid affairs that led to sex in the rec yard port-a-potties. Most ended when one person got transferred, but some outlasted prison by years.

    I didn’t consider myself gay for the stay because I already identified as queer before my arrest. But over the 21 months I was locked up, I dated two women. We went to the mess hall and gym together, passed notes when we couldn’t meet and sometimes made out in closets or bathroom stalls. 

    But even that kind of PG contact was a risk. Though sex with other prisoners was against the rules, so was hugging, holding hands or kissing. On some units, the staff made it a mission to zealously police any such activity, and we had to emphasize our supposed straightness lest we become targets for added scrutiny. 

    Not surprisingly, research shows queer people in women’s prisons are far more likely to spend time in solitary than straight prisoners. After all, if you got caught showing any sort of same-sex affection, you could get written up and punished with anything from a loss of phone privileges to weeks in isolation, and the sort of negative disciplinary record that left you less likely to make parole. 

    In theory those sorts of regulations were not inherently homophobic, and would just make it harder for prisoners to get away with sexually exploiting each other. But even the name both prisoners and staff used for the kind of disciplinary ticket you’d get reeked of stigma: Sexual transgressions were known as DGs — short for degenerate acts. 

    To some extent, I think we bought into that sort of institutional bigotry. Even though so many of us had girlfriends, being labeled “gay for the stay” carried a bad connotation. Some people who didn’t have girlfriends openly looked down on those who did — as if we were all just sex-starved deviants willing to risk our freedom for foolish things. (There’s probably a lengthy aside that could be made here in terms of the prevalence and stigma of biphobia in prison specifically.)

    When I was writing this, I called one of my friends from prison to talk it through. Stacy pointed out that when women got caught having sex with male guards, they’d get isolated ostensibly for their own protection — and we’d all feel sorry for them. When they got written up for hooking up with a girlfriend, we had no such sympathy.

    “There was no greater shame than getting a DG,” she confirmed. “You definitely internalize that.” 

    Even though we were gay, there was no pride. 

    Lately, I’ve been thinking about that a lot. When I read about book bans and “Don’t Say Gay” laws, I wonder what the downstream effects of such institutionalized bigotry will be. Already, it seems, I’m beginning to see them. 

    Over the past few months, for instance, I’ve been hit with hundreds of homophobic slurs and insults online — a volume of internet bigotry I’ve never gotten before, almost all in response to social media posts. To be sure, I know that queer people of color and trans folks in my position would face far more vitriol. And so far none of it has been enough to make me fear for my safety. But lately I’ve found myself questioning whether I look too queer in certain settings — both online and where I live now, in Texas. And when I think about the last time I had to ask myself that question, it’s a quick answer: It’s when I was in prison.

    https://www.msn.com/en-us/news/us/why-we-didnt-celebrate-gay-pride-month-in-womens-prison/ar-AAY4zHN?ocid=BingNewsSearch

     

    IN AMENDMENT

     

    Eklil hakimi as a government official is poor, one of the lowest. but as a survivor of usa imperialism is a legend.

     

    QUOTES FROM THE WALL STREET JOURNAL 

     

    "U.S. property and company records show that 
    @EklilHakimi
    , the president’s longtime finance minister and ally, bought at least 10 properties in California, including during Mr. Hakimi’s time in office, and after leaving in 2018."

    ....
    "After stepping down, Mr. Hakimi and his wife, Sultana Hakimi, transferred eight of those properties to a company called Zala Group in her name at their Laguna Niguel address. His wife is the owner of the company, company records show."
    ......
    According to California property records, their property includes a five-bedroom home and pool, in a luxury Laguna Niguel community near the beach. It is worth $2.5 million, according to the real-estate company Zillow.
    ..
    "In total, the 10 properties are worth more than $10 million. The couple’s latest acquisition, made early this year, was a $1.1 million beachfront South Cove condo in a new development in California, according to Orange County property records."

    ARTICLE
    https://www.wsj.com/articles/high-ranking-afghan-officials-escaped-to-luxury-homes-abroad-11655112600?st=r4i9x12b19d8xtq
     

     

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    Why can't these articles ever start with the name of the individual. It is always,a black woman, a black man, her name is Tammy Williams. They mentioned Tyler perry's name but she is a black woman.
    Second, the article clearly states she was given fina outright at the moment. doesn't own these studios outright at the moment. I am not certain if tyler perry owns his outright.
    Third, I went to Tyler PErry Studios website < https://tylerperrystudios.com/ > and I noticed key variances between his studios website and those of Warner Bros. < https://www.wbstudiotour.com/ >  or Universal Studioes < https://www.universalstudios.com/
    Tyler perry studios website is pitching their studio to be a place for films to be made. Warner Bros is pitching their studio like a museum, or tourist attraction. Universal pitches their studio as a complete package: movies/theme parks/services.
    Tyler PErry studios is new, but I see an interesting financial reality compared to its elders. Tyler PErry studios isn't old enough or been the venue for enough films to warrant the warner bros approach, and time is a mandatory factor in that. But, universal's approach doesn't require time but investment. Universal studios have movies to show. Theme parks from movie studios require movies from the movie studio to be popular enough. 
    Thus Tyler perry studios needs to be a place where films are made. 
    Why does all this talk about tyler perry studios matter in conjunction to Tammy Williams studio. Both studios seem technologically capable from the outside. But, both lack a high quantity of films being made. Now some will way , quantity is better than quality but I oppose that view. IF you look at any globally known film industry based in a particular geograph, from Bollywood or other woods of India, Hong Kong Cinema, French Cinema, Hollywood based in the california, they all have one thing in common. At least one period of time with prolific creation, where many movies are not known to the world, but gems of global cinema arrived.
    The lesson is, if these Black georgian woods want to grow, they need to have someone willing to spend as much money on the film studios as on films themselves. 
    And that leads to my main point. Tammy Williams side Tyler PErry need someone to equal their money in studio infrastructure in making films.  Comprehending, that making films in high quantity is by default a financially losing enterprise, sequentially, if Tammy Williams or Tyler PErry or either of their financial friends can only invest in surety then neither studio will reach their elders potency in triple their lifetime.

     

    ARTICLE
    MOVE OVER TYLER PERRY! A BLACK WOMAN WILL OWN A $135 MULTI-MILLION DOLLAR PRODUCTION STUDIO IN ATLANTA
    by Yolanda Baruch

    A Black woman is now a majority owner of a new multi-million dollar Film/Television studio in Atlanta, The Atlanta-Journal Constitution reports.

    Tammy Williams has over 25 years of experience in the Film/Television industry. She has written and produced a plethora of projects such as films, biographies, documentaries, entertainment, and network news, according to her biography on IMDB.

    Williams owned her first digital production company called Tammy’Dele Film in 2016 and is now the first Black woman to own a $135 million studio and post-production facility space in Atlanta, Georgia. 

    Williams and her business partner Gary Guidry, an investor and CEO of G-Square Events and Black Promoters Collective, founded Cinema South Studios.

    “We’ve been patient,” she said. “This has not been an overnight thing, this vision for us,” Williams has worked towards making her dream a reality for 12 years. 

    They will begin to break ground in March for Cinema South Studios located north of Fayette County.  

    The studio will occupy 60 acres and intends to have eleven soundstages, a back-lot, a prop house, a wardrobe rental facility, and a lighting grip rental house. The production facility will include a transportation company and an office building to house a theater and post-production facilities, reports AJC. 

    Williams aims to have two soundstages operable by the first quarter of 2023. 

    “The demand for soundstages is happening globally, and the ownership rarely looks like us, let alone an African American woman,” said Guidry said in an official release, reports AJC. “When I choose to invest, I evaluate the need of the business and the ownership. Investing in Tammy Williams and her team of professionals convinced me that buying the land in Fayetteville, GA.”

    Cinema South will serve as the umbrella for Williams’ production company, Tammy’Dele Films. It will host the education section of Tammy’DeleFilms Workshops and Cinema South Film Academy, where she will conduct job training seminars. 

    Currently, Tyler Perry Studios in Georgia is the largest film production studio in the United States, and established Perry as the first African-American to outright own a major film production studio.

    https://www.blackenterprise.com/a-black-woman-will-own-a-multi-million-production-studio-in-atlanta/

    SOURCE ARTICLE
    https://www.ajc.com/neighborhoods/fayette/new-film-and-tv-studio-coming-to-north-fayette-county/57T3ROTTVJAMFEDJXW535EECPY/


     

  3. Man..I'm exhausted with all the '-----' going on in the world. Time to lighten the mood, lift some spirits, remissness, LOL! I want you to spit your drink out from laughing, fall off your chair, slobber out of control... cause you know how we do! You Can't make this stuff UP!! When you sit back and recall the funny things that come out of a child’s mouth, you can’t help but laugh. The innocence is priceless as you sit back and watch them try to figure out how to navigate the world. What I find even funnier is listening to them as they near adulthood – the conversations that take place as they now try to figure out how to navigate the world that they ‘THINK’ they’re ready for. Then, the conversations that take place as adults when they reflect about the past and share how they interpreted words, conversations and phrases that were spoken during their younger years – even they have to laugh at themselves. Finally, there’s the 'never to be spoken out loud', embarrassing conversations and events that take place between adults...LOL... I know right?! Before I share a couple of short stories from the book, I'd like to tease you with a few titles to ignite interest. These are true events in my life that I bet you can relate to... at least a couple...maybe..lolol! There are 18 True events in the book. Here a just a few Titles: The Interview The Glow in the Dark Am I being Punked Q&A Figurative v Fact So Is Brown the new Black? Assigned seat 19A Pregnancy Exceptions OK, Really? The end of the book includes those Refrigerator Notes that mom left before leaving for work or making a quick run to the store. AND, everyone has an Aunt TT who speaks her own language... My sister's...Hilarious and true to form!! ALL TRUE STORIES...MY LIFE...LOLOL, You, REALLY Can't make this stuff UP!! Here are two short stories. The She-ro OK, so I use to work for this company that hosted seminars which were held at hotels in order to accommodate the size of its attendees. The purpose of the various seminars was to enhance the quality of our investigations in order to deliver the promise to our customers by providing world class service. The focus of this particular seminar was to enhance our ability to recall - to teach us the importance of capturing detail and how quickly important facts can be lost if one fails to preserve facts. So anyway, the seminar went along as expected when all of a sudden an intruder comes from behind a curtain with a handkerchief covering most of his face and mouth and a gun in his hand, hollering and cursing at the presenter, while promising to get his revenge! Everyone, except me, froze in position. I, on the other hand, dove under the table, and on all four, in a dress, proceeded to find my way through the legs of my peers. I followed the angry intruder’s voice to make sure that I was crawling in the opposite direction. My intent was to make it to the isle after which my plan was to perform a military crawl, up the ramp, to the exit so that I may call for help. After about 30 seconds or so, my peers, who were sitting in the row in which I was sitting, began to take notice of me under the table, and started moving their chairs back to see what I was doing. In an effort not to draw attention to our row, I quietly hushed them, and instructed them not to react – that I would get us out of here safe. As the intruder continued to threaten the presenter, I noticed that the guy sitting in the row above me (lecture hall seating) laughing and asking me what I was doing. Of course, I become anxious and waive him to be quiet. Then, he says, ‘It’s a skit! What are you doing?!’ WHAT?!, I replied. Then, those in my row proceed to laugh and inquire about what I’m doing under the table. ‘It’s a skit, didn’t you read the agenda?’ Unfortunately, by this time, both rows have gotten wind that I thought that the invasion was real – man oh man, the laughter that ensued...need I say more. What can I do at this point except crawl from under the table (by the way, I now have a huge run in my stocking) and return to my seat. Embarrassed as all get out, I focused on the pamphlet, ignoring the laughter. By this time, the intruder has left the stage. In an effort to see if his lecture on ‘Recall’ was effective, the presenter then asks, ‘Who can tell me what the intruder was wearing?’ ‘What was the gist of the intruders rage?’ ‘What color was his skin?’ ‘Were there any distinguishing characteristics that you can recall about him?’ ‘Was the intruder a male or female?” It was very interesting to hear that several of the attendees recalled different things, while others missed most of the skit because they were distracted by me trying to play she-ro. A couple of them thought that I was part of the skit. If only I could have thought quick enough to say that, indeed, I was part of the skit. Needless to say, this skit made me famous as it was talked about for years. The good news – my peers were happy to know that I was prepared to save the day! The Interview So, my daughter, DANI goes on a second interview at an upscale, fast food restaurant, right. Wait, let me back up. Prior to going on her first interview, I coached her on what questions to expect as a 16 year old with no prior work experience. I told her that they would ask about her ambitions, school activities, hobbies, maybe chores and some very basic, general questions that one would ask a 16 year old with no prior work experience. The first interview went as I had coached, and all was well. OK, so, she was called for a second interview with another manager. I informed her that the questions will, likely, be very similar given she is 16 with no prior work experience. In my mind, I couldn’t imagine them asking any 'heavy' questions. I should warn that DANI begins each interview response with the word, 'Weeeelllll' I wait outside in the car while she attends her interview. When she gets into the car, she says, 'Well, he was nice, but I'm not sure how well I did. I'm gonna have to write down some of the questions he asked and save them for future interviews, so I will know how to answer them'. Of course, she then shared some of the questions and her responses. Questions 1- 5: School, activities, hobbies, ambitions, TV shows, movies.... Question 6 - Tell me about a weakness that you may have. Answer: Weeellll, my eyes are kind of weak. Ya know, it’s a little hard to see the board in school when I don't have my glasses. My mom should be taking me to the eye doctor soon. Question 7 - Tell me how you prioritize your day with everything you have going on.? Answer: Weeeellll, today, I had Orchestra first period, then English, then World Science.. and I have a late lunch so I'm starving by lunch time.... Then, she stops because she is distracted by the manger’s facial expression. Then, DANI responds: That's not the right answer is it since my schedule was set at the beginning of the year, by the school. Second answer: Weeellll, I do what is going to move me forward in life and not what's going to hold me back. Question 8 - What do you do after you’ve completed everything that you have to do? Answer: Weeeellll, sometimes I text my friends, or watch TV, or cook..... (pause) That's not the right answer, either, is it? Ya know, maybe one of my weaknesses is comprehension.... I don't think I understand the question. Manager's response: No, that was a perfect answer! Final question: Why do you want to work here? Answer: Because I love your number 5! I always order a large with a lemonade. And I love your bar-B-Q sauce. Final comments by the manager - It was certainly a pleasure interviewing you, DANI. Tell your parents that they did a very nice job raising you. We'll be in touch. Two hours later, THEY CALLED AND OFFERED HER A JOB!!! Not sure if he just loved the innocent/truthful/sweet answers she gave accompanied by her cute little face (she's such a awesome young lady), or that they saw a great opportunity to mold her exactly the way they want. Yes, it took everything I had not to laugh at her responses, but I just couldn't control myself. I was hysterical!!! Gotta love her!! The remaining short, but true stories are hilarious! This book was picked for a local monthly Book Club that I attend. Let's just say that the, normally, two-hour book club turned into over 3 hours because of all the laughter and reminiscing that ensued. Feedback was that it was a great way to start the day, hilarious, unbelievable, only you, Dee, Thanks for sharing, soooo fun! Thank you all for your review and feedback. Very much appreciated. Title: LOL...You Can't make this stuff UP!! Author: Dee Miller Published: 2017 ISBN: 9781502341402
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    Book Smart: Phoebe Robinson on ghosting, refusing failure, and shaking up the publishing industry
    The comedian, who launches her own book imprint this month, pens an essay for EW.
    By Phoebe Robinson
    September 16, 2021 at 12:00 PM EDT

    Dear reader, yes, I look fabulous in these photos, but please know that I wrote this essay while pantless and seated on my couch, rocking a push-up bra (for who? I'm by myself ) and listening to Omarion's "Ice Box" because there's never a wrong time to live the way I was living in 2006. Anyway, here I am in Entertainment Weekly tasked with summarizing, IN 1,200 WORDS OR LESS, (1) my journey toward launching my literary imprint Tiny Reparations Books with my third book, Please Don't Sit on My Bed in Your Outside Clothes (Sept. 28), and (2) my opinions on the ever-changing publishing landscape. Insert shocked emoji followed by the Kanye West lyrics: "Poopy-di-scoop/Scoop-diddy-whoop." Basically, this writing assignment initially caused my mind to overload with a barrage of thoughts that all I could make out were some poops and scoops. Still, I'm not one to back down from a challenge, so here goes.

    It was 2014. I told my now-former manager that I wanted to write a book. Her response: "Well you're not famous, so you shouldn't be writing a book." Did I fire her after she said that? Nope! My goofy ass kept working with her for several months until she GHOSTED ME because I was still not famous. Let's soak that in for a moment. I continued paying someone 15 percent of what I make to tell me I ain't s---. LOL I will unpack that in therapy right after I work through the fact that I wore foundation eight shades too light for my skin tone because I got my makeup done at the mall before I went to senior prom. ANYWAY! The point is: I was a struggling stand-up comic with a dream and zero knowledge of how to make it happen. And because many famous authors, movies, and TV shows romanticize what it's like to write books, I thought it would be easy, aside from the occasional bout of writer's block. I was wrong! Writing and selling a book proposal to a publisher ain't sexy! Writing a book ain't sexy! Promoting a book ain't sexy! In fact, the whole process — the idea phase straight up to publicaysh — is mostly like lovemaking after a hearty Thanksgiving dinner, a.k.a. sometimes tryptophan won't let you be great and the same can be said for the world of publishing. Let me explain.

    Back in 2015, my literary agent Robert and I shopped around my proposal for You Can't Touch My Hair and Other Things I Still Have to Explain. Imprint after imprint rejected it because they claimed that books by Black women don't sell (wut?) and are not relatable (to whom, DAVE?), and that no one is interested in funny-essay collections by Black women (wut? the sequel). In the end, Plume was the only imprint that wanted me, and as Lady Gaga taught us, ya only need one person to believe in you, boo! Anyway, cut to 2016. You Can't Touch My Hair was on the New York Times best-seller list for two weeks, and the very places that turned me down emailed Robert asking why we never tried to sell my proposal to them because "they would have loved to publish me." He politely reminded them that he did and what their responses were. And while it's good for the ego to prove a bunch of close-minded and biased heauxes wrong, I kept thinking about all the women, POCs, and queer people who don't end up with this happy ending, let alone the opportunity to get their writing published. I wanted to do something with what little power I had, but then life happened.

    My TV career grew thanks to my 2 Dope Queens specials for HBO. I fell in love. Finally traveled after being in debt for over a decade. Had creative projects fall apart. Got a Peloton. JK. But also, #PelotonIsLyfe. Was in early talks with Plume to partner with me and launch an imprint. And yes, of course, coronavirus. It made the world stop. All the plans everyone had vanished. Like most people, I clung to anything that felt "normal," and that "anything " was books. Every morning, I would get up early and read for hours. Books became my escape, an oasis, a new way of understanding our drastically different world, and most important, they brought me immense joy. Robert could sense this whenever we chatted on the phone just as friends, and when I told him about my idea for Please Don't Sit on My Bed, he said that I should launch my imprint and that could be the first book published. #UltimateFlex, but also, hmm. In the face of the summer of social reckoning spurred by the murder of George Floyd, having an imprint seemed… irrelevant? But then I reminded myself that every time I read, I felt inspired that there was something more than the collective trauma we were enduring. If anything, the suffocating bigness of COVID and police brutality illuminated how special and important books are. So having my own imprint went from seeming trivial to a "why the hell not?" Given the state of the world, the worst that could happen is failure.

    A word, if I may: After you've been told more times than you care to count that you don't have what it takes to achieve your goals, that you and your work are not valuable, or you're just given an emphatic "no" without any further explanation only to prove them wrong by not just knocking your goals off your to-do list, but exceeding the wildest dreams you've ever had, you start to realize that worrying about failing is not worth your time. Even if what you're going after doesn't work out, betting on yourself is the smartest and the best no-brainer thing you could do. And launching an imprint during COVID AND the reckoning AND in an industry that, to say the least, has not always embraced women, POCs, and the queer community is pretty damn smart. The contributions to the written word from these groups are ASTOUNDING, and it's my privilege to, in some small way, help them carry on the tradition.

    Sure, the jury's still out on how Tiny Reparations Books will perform, but in my eyes, it's already a success. I have eight authors on the slate. All of them are first-timers. I guess my experience shopping around You Can't Touch My Hair really stuck with me, and I never wanted anyone to experience the amount of ignorance, disinterest, and lack of faith in their talent as I had. So it is my honor to be in the trenches with them, and my only hope is that every promise made by publishing houses during the summer of 2020 and the viral #PublishingPaidMe conversation is delivered upon. It's not up to me nor any of the brilliant writers on my slate to do the long overdue work publishing needs to do to be more inclusive, to pay writers from marginalized communities better, to nurture and hire more women, POCs, and queer people in gatekeeper positions. We're watching you, publishing industry, because we love you — and we know you can do better.

    https://ew.com/books/phoebe-robinson-essay-fall-books-special/

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    Who doesn’t read books in America?
    BY RISA GELLES-WATNICK AND ANDREW PERRIN

    Roughly a quarter of American adults (23%) say they haven’t read a book in whole or in part in the past year, whether in print, electronic or audio form, according to a Pew Research Center survey of U.S. adults conducted Jan. 25-Feb. 8, 2021. Who are these non-book readers?

    Several demographic traits are linked with not reading books, according to the survey. For instance, adults with a high school diploma or less are far more likely than those with a bachelor’s or advanced degree to report not reading books in any format in the past year (39% vs. 11%). Adults with lower levels of educational attainment are also among the least likely to own smartphones < http://www.pewinternet.org/fact-sheet/mobile/ > , an increasingly common way for adults to read e-books. 

    In addition, adults whose annual household income is less than $30,000 are more likely than those living in households earning $75,000 or more a year to be non-book readers (31% vs. 15%). Hispanic adults (38%) are more likely than Black (25%) or White adults (20%) to report not having read a book in the past 12 months. (The survey included Asian Americans but did not have sufficient sample size to do statistical analysis of this group.)

    Although the differences are less pronounced, non-book readers also vary by age and community type. Americans ages 50 and older, for example, are more likely than their younger counterparts to be non-book readers. There is not a statistically significant difference by gender.

    The share of Americans who report not reading any books in the past 12 months has fluctuated over the years the Center has studied it. The 23% of adults who currently say they have not read any books in the past year is identical to the share who said this in 2014.

    The same demographic traits that characterize non-book readers also often apply to those who have never been to a library. In a 2016 survey < http://www.pewinternet.org/2016/09/09/a-portrait-of-those-who-have-never-been-to-libraries/>, the Center found that Hispanic adults, older adults, those living in households earning less than $30,000 and those who have a high school diploma or did not graduate from high school were among the most likely to report in that survey they had never been to a public library.  

    Note: Here are the questions, responses and methodology used for this analysis < https://www.pewresearch.org/wp-content/uploads/2021/09/Non-Book-Readers-2021-Methodology-Topline.pdf >. This is an update of a post by Andrew Perrin originally published Nov. 23, 2016. 

    https://www.pewresearch.org/fact-tank/2021/09/21/who-doesnt-read-books-in-america/ 

     

    Inside the rise of influencer publishing
    Many bestsellers of the last few years originated outside “traditional” publishing houses. But are influencers good for books?

    By Ellen Peirson-Hagger

    We live in a world where everyone is a brand,” said Laura McNeill, a literary agent at Gleam Titles, which was set up by Abigail Bergstrom in 2016 as the literary arm of the influencer management and marketing company Gleam. Many of the UK’s biggest selling books of the last few years, from feminist illustrator Florence Given’s Women Don’t Owe You Pretty to Instagram cleaning phenomenon Mrs Hinch’s Hinch Yourself Happy, have been developed at the agency, and then sold for huge sums to traditional publishing houses. 

    Celebrity autobiographies and commercial non-fiction have existed for a long time. Gleam Titles’ modus operandi is more specific: it has a focus < https://www.gleamfutures.com/gleamtitles >  on “writers who are using social media and the online space to share their content in a creative and effective way”. The term “author”, for the clients with which McNeill and her colleagues work, may be just one part of a multi-hyphen career that also includes “Instagrammer”, “podcaster” or “business founder”. These authors – whose books will become part of their brands – therefore require a different kind of management to traditional literary writers. “I do think the move to having talent agencies with in-house literary departments comes from these sorts of talents being a bit more demanding,” McNeill said. “I don’t want to come across as if those clients are difficult. But they are different.” 

    The biggest draw for publishers bidding for books by influencers is that they have committed audiences ready and waiting. Gleam understands the importance of these figures: on its website, it lists authors’ Instagram and Twitter followings beneath their biographies < https://www.gleamfutures.com/scarlettcurtis-titles > . When publisher Fenella Bates acquired the rights for Hinch Yourself Happy in December 2018, she noted < https://www.thebookseller.com/news/mrs-hinch-signs-mj-after-11-way-auction-917271 > Sophie Hinchcliffe’s impressively quick rise on Instagram, having grown her following from 1,000 to 1.4 million in just six months. Upon publication in April 2019, the book sold 160,302 copies in three days < https://www.thebookseller.com/news/mj-signs-second-book-mrs-hinch-1068146 > , becoming the second fastest-selling non-fiction title in the UK (after the “slimming” recipe book Pinch of Nom). 

    Anyone who has harnessed such an audience to sell products, promote a campaign, or otherwise cultivate a successful personal brand is an exceptionally desirable candidate to a publisher that wants to sell books. What’s more, the mechanics of social media means the size of these audiences is easily measurable, making the authors “cast-iron propositions” for publishers, said Caroline Sanderson, the associate editor of the trade magazine the Bookseller, who has noticed a huge increase in the number of books written by social media stars over the last couple of years. 

    A spokesperson for Octopus Books, which published Florence Given’s Women Don’t Owe You Pretty in June 2020, suggested that a book deal can raise an influencer’s profile too. When the book was acquired, Given had approximately 100,000 followers on Instagram. “Her book was acquired because she was an exceptional writer, not because she was an influencer,” they said. “By the time it was announced, she had 150,000 followers and when the book was published her audience had jumped to circa 350,000 followers. As the book and its message grew, so did her audience.” Women Don’t Owe You Pretty has spent 26 weeks in the Sunday Times bestseller charts according to data from Nielsen BookScan, and, as of August 2021, has sold over 200,000 copies.

    Such authors also bring skills that a traditional novelist, for example, would not be expected to have. “These people are incredibly good at marketing themselves”, McNeill said, “which puts a lot of the work from the marketing and publicity departments of publishing houses onto the clients themselves.” In her previous role as an agent at Peters Fraser and Dunlop, a literary and talent agency that was established in 1924, McNeill sold books by Chidera Eggerue, also known as “the Slumflower”, and by “Chicken Connoisseur” Elijah Quashie, best known for his Youtube show The Pengest Munch. During the process, McNeill realised she was working with a new type of author: Eggerue and Quashie “wanted to talk about the branding and the image and the 360-element of it a lot more than any other writers I’d worked with before,” she said. 

    Some may feel inherently suspicious of the authenticity of anyone who makes a career out of social media, a pursuit often deemed trivial or shallow. Such suspicions – which often appears as disdain, or even ridicule – are prevalent in the publishing industry regarding books written by influencers, McNeill said. She told me she has observed a “snobbishness” about the books she works on, “from industry insiders way more than from the public”. One criticism often levelled against influencer authors is that they use ghostwriters. “There’s a misconception that none of these people write their own books, but plenty of them do,” McNeill said. “They’re creative talents and perfectly capable, but they might just need a bit more hand-holding and editing.”

    When Quadrille published What a Time To Be Alone: The Slumflower’s Guide To Why You’re Already Enough in July 2018, it sold 1,961 copies in its first week, according to Nielsen BookScan. That should have placed it fourth on the Sunday Times general hardbacks bestseller list the following week, but “they just picked it out”, McNeill claimed, and put it in the “manuals” list instead, because its subtitle used the word “guide”. To her, this demostrates the industry’s unwillingness to understand the nature of the book, and to accept its significant audience.

    The continued popularity of books such as Sally Rooney’s Normal People and Charlie Mackesey’s The Boy, The Mole, The Fox and the Horse, as well as hugely successful titles published in the last 18 months, such as Hilary Mantel’s The Mirror and the Light, have been credited with buoying the publishing industry during the pandemic. It makes sense that best-selling titles of any genre are helpful for the industry as a whole, as they get people excited about reading and into bookshops. But Kit Caless, co-founder of the independent London publisher Influx Press, called “the Reaganomic idea of a trickle-down system” a “fallacy”. The suggestion that a highly commercial book, such as Stacey Solomon’s Tap to Tidy, which spent ten weeks in the Sunday Times bestseller list, could be a “gateway drug” into reading is “patronising” and “tokenistic”, he said. “If they’re having to use Stacey Solomon as a Trojan horse to get people to read, I think that’s a failure on behalf of publishers to engage those readers in the first place.”

    For the Bookseller’s Caroline Sanderson, it’s exciting that books still hold value among people who have found their success in the digital age. “I always think it’s amazing when people have built a platform on Twitter or Instagram, or increasingly TikTok, and the thing that they most want to do is a book, that it’s still the ultimate medium,” she said. She thinks the trend signifies “a real vote of confidence in what books are and what they can do and who they can reach”.

    Sanderson said she has heard instances of people who, excited to read a book after seeing it advertised on social media, have asked “Where can I buy that?”, because they’ve never considered purchasing a book before. “It shows that there are people out there who don’t buy books but might. For me, that’s a holy grail. If they buy one book, they might buy another.” Though, she accepts, because the commercial non-fiction market is composed of a lot of “non-traditional” book-buyers, the likelihood is that they will buy online, often via am*zon. “The extent to which they benefit our highstreet bookshops is a concern.”

    McNeill said that what she finds most exciting about the authors she works with – who are increasingly professionals who use social media to share their expertise, such as the astrophysicist Becky Smethurst, known on YouTube as “Dr Becky” – is that she’s breaking new ground, working with writers who wouldn’t necessarily have been given a chance to write a book for a mainstream publisher before. “I do think there is not enough risk-taking in publishing,” she said.

    Caless agrees that mainstream publishing is too cautious, but considers Gleam part of that mainstream. Publishing a book by someone who already has a sizeable social media following is inherently risk-free, he said. While smaller publishers like Influx might “have an innate desire to take risks,” he said, “most publishers will publish books because they think they’ll make money; not because they think they’re good or healthy for culture.” 

    McNeill believes her books do both. “I’m excited by people who are able to communicate their expertise to a wider audience,” she said of Dr Becky, whose second book, an accessible exploration of black holes, will be published by Macmillan in 2022. And, time and time again, such an attitude has also proved to be immensely profitable. “These books had to fight for their place in the market. But now no one’s able to close their eyes to the phenomenon of how well these people are able to sell and communicate to their audiences.”

    https://www.newstatesman.com/culture/books/2021/09/inside-the-rise-of-influencer-publishing

     

    REFERRAL - Influencer Authors, Library eBooks, and a Ramona Quimby Walking Tour: This Week in Book News
    https://kobowritinglife.com/2021/09/24/influencer-authors-library-ebooks-and-a-ramona-quimby-walking-tour-this-week-in-book-news/

     

    C. S. Lewis review of the Hobbit

    C. S. Lewis Reviews The Hobbit, 1937
    By C.S. Lewis November 19, 2013

    A world for children: J. R. R. Tolkien,

    The Hobbit: or There and Back Again

    (London: Allen and Unwin, 1937)

    The publishers claim that The Hobbit, though very unlike Alice, resembles it in being the work of a professor at play. A more important truth is that both belong to a very small class of books which have nothing in common save that each admits us to a world of its own—a world that seems to have been going on long before we stumbled into it but which, once found by the right reader, becomes indispensable to him. Its place is with Alice, Flatland, Phantastes, The Wind in the Willows. [1]

    To define the world of The Hobbit is, of course, impossible, because it is new. You cannot anticipate it before you go there, as you cannot forget it once you have gone. The author’s admirable illustrations and maps of Mirkwood and Goblingate and Esgaroth give one an inkling—and so do the names of the dwarf and dragon that catch our eyes as we first ruffle the pages. But there are dwarfs and dwarfs, and no common recipe for children’s stories will give you creatures so rooted in their own soil and history as those of Professor Tolkien—who obviously knows much more about them than he needs for this tale. Still less will the common recipe prepare us for the curious shift from the matter-of-fact beginnings of his story (“hobbits are small people, smaller than dwarfs—and they have no beards—but very much larger than Lilliputians”) [2] to the saga-like tone of the later chapters (“It is in my mind to ask what share of their inheritance you would have paid to our kindred had you found the hoard unguarded and us slain”). [3] You must read for yourself to find out how inevitable the change is and how it keeps pace with the hero’s journey. Though all is marvellous, nothing is arbitrary: all the inhabitants of Wilderland seem to have the same unquestionable right to their existence as those of our own world, though the fortunate child who meets them will have no notion—and his unlearned elders not much more—of the deep sources in our blood and tradition from which they spring.

    For it must be understood that this is a children’s book only in the sense that the first of many readings can be undertaken in the nursery. Alice is read gravely by children and with laughter by grown ups; The Hobbit, on the other hand, will be funnier to its youngest readers, and only years later, at a tenth or a twentieth reading, will they begin to realise what deft scholarship and profound reflection have gone to make everything in it so ripe, so friendly, and in its own way so true. Prediction is dangerous: but The Hobbit may well prove a classic.

    Review published in the Times Literary Supplement (2 October 1937), 714.

     

    1. Flatland (1884) is by Edwin A. Abbott, Phantastes by George MacDonald (1858).

    2. The Hobbit: or There and Back Again (1937), chapter 1.

    3. Ibid., chapter 15.

    Image and Imagination: Essays and Reviews, by C. S. Lewis, edited by Walter Hooper. Copyright © 2013 C. S. Lewis Pte Ltd. Reprinted with the permission of Cambridge University Press.

    This article originally appeared in the Times Literary Supplement. Click here to read it on the TLS site.


    https://www.theparisreview.org/blog/2013/11/19/c-s-lewis-reviews-the-hobbit-1937/

     

    Referral Article
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    My intial reply to the video

    nina simone was a polymath... the problem with black people when we gather in public is, for events meant for music or community, march on washington/summer of jazz/ jazzmobile/million man march/black film festival.. black people don't produce violence. But, we do produce violence when the tipping points are reached. ... I disagree with both of you. I don't think the lack of media outlets wanting to display the Summer of Soul is a shame. Ownership matters folks. You both mentioned how Gil Scott Heron or the Last Poets were not on the bill. But that was and is part of the problem. White people own media outlets that allow all spectrums of the white community to speak. Name me one Black owned media outlet that serves five unique black segments in the black community? Yes, my parents remember that concert. To be blunt, Harlem has a long history of similar events. That famous photo at Duke Ellington's house is not a joke. Harlem between the 1920s -1970s had the greatest collection of black entertainers for a region in any city in the usa. The recording of the concert was a surprise for my parents. ... Don, no one is a complete encyclopedia:)

     

    Someone somewhere in the internet stated the Black community ended the great era of Black Music in the 1970s, I oppose that position. The following is my reply

    We didn't end it. All musical eras end. To be blunt, the black community in usa had many great musical times after the war between the states. The st louis/to harlem slide jazz era. The big band era. The R&B initial era. Motown. Many great black songwriters in each of those eras. We didn't end , we changed. Black people in the usa's music changes as we change. The reason why we made the blues is cause right after the war between the states, many of us had a sadness, a blue mood. When we started growing more financially positive, actually getting whites to allow us to own businesses or get paid to do ork while still being nonviolent <not saying all black people wanted that but I comgress>, we turned the blues into rhythm and blues. After world war II when the black community oddly enough had large financial growth for individuals, we created rock and roll from R&B which is from the Blues. We created Funk as a blues version of the motown sound. Where motown was manicured black music for the white audience, in the same vein as scott joplin's minstrel music, which he did alongside his ragtime works. Ragtime was in my view, a piano version of jazz, which was started with horned instruments in new orleans.  Jazz progressed from the northern expansion. Starting from the storyville's of new orleans to St Louis, to Chicago to HArlem, to every bar from Shanghai to Berlin to Rio de janeiro to calcutta to Cairo all around the earth, jazz was played at one time, a rare achievement for one art form. So much so that colleges throughout humanity teach jazz. Many surviving jazz musicians were able to financially survive being the first jazz teachers in schools where only white jazz teachers may exist today.  No, black music changes as black people change. House Music comes from the urban black community, which in the vein of funk fuses all the many prior musical forms from Blues or Jazz. But with a larger technological capability than Funk, which began using tech in unique ways for music. We didn't end it. Today you can hear way too many excellent black blues musicians under 50, black jazz musicians under 50. White owned media companies dominate the industry and they prefer pop music, which is hat Motown or the Ragtime was. All three are intended to appeal to mass audiences, be good to sell. All three evaded or try to evade cultural friction. So, all is good, the black musical heritage lives in the black community for me, and continuous to grow or change, becoming more global, having more linguistical width than in the past, more cultural variance. All is good. 


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  6. I'm not knocking the musician. This particular song just doesn't move me. The 70s were the first full decade black people experienced in this country without slavery or Jim Crow. Disco and funk reflected that. We had fun, relaxed and displayed our musical prowess. It takes talent to play instruments, read and write music. So I'd disagree that funk is simple. But it reflects a relatively simple time when black people finally felt a little relief from the boots on our necks. The only music that is unique to Europeans is opera. And nobody likes that crap except Europeans. Everything else they stole from cultured people. Michael Bolton's entire career is plagiarism. The Isley Brothers won a $5.2 million lawsuit against Bolton in 2001 for the latter plagiarizing their song "Love is a Wonderful Thing." That Katy Perry chick plagiarized a Christian rap group for one of her biggest hits. If litigation wasn't so expensive and time-consuming, I'd bet 90% of white "artists" would be exposed for who and what they are. That's why white supremacist society ushered in rap in the late 80s. They wanted black people to be talentless copycats too, like them. And man, that Billy Ocean tape with Caribbean Queen, Suddenly, and Mystery Lady might be one of the best albums of all time. The 1980s was the closest the United States will ever get to being a racial melting pot of peace and understanding. And it was the music and television shows that did it. I believe white supremacist society recognized that they were humanizing black people too much in the 80s and they quickly propped up gangsta rap and all those hood movies in the 1990s to destroy what the 80s had done for our overall image. I wasn't alive in the 1960s at all. But must say I am a big fan of all the original Motown sounds and classic rock. Many of the 80s biggest hits that you wouldn't know were remakes came from the 1960s. Joan Jett's "I Love Rock 'N Roll" is a one of the biggest hits of the 1980s. It's a remake by a 70s group called the Arrows. Bananarama's "Venus" was a #1 hit for several weeks in the mid-1980s. It's a remake from the 1960s-70s band Shocking Blue. Tiffany hit #1 with "I Think We're Alone Now." All the kids my age back then had no idea it was a song by Tommy James and the Shondells. There hasn't been much originality since the 1970s. It's funny how the US and UK were very petty in the 1970s and 1980s as far as what bands they allowed from the other country to rank on their respective charts. I was introduced to T Rex and Sweet only because they were played at my local skating rink in the 1980s. My local public library had a HUGE catalog of albums and 8-track tapes, along with a great librarian who knew his stuff about music (a former DJ who influenced my career). The first paper I ever wrote in school was in 3rd or 4th grade and it was about glam rock. It definitely influenced all the 80s hairbands and some of the others wearing outrageous outfits on stage. I don't know why I could never get into the Beatles. Maybe because I always wanted to be different and everyone liked them. Don't get me wrong. There are several Beatles songs I like. I was a black kid who grew up in a white town so basically whatever my friends' parents listened to, that was my experience since my parents were all about soul, funk and R&B. My town was more about Led Zeppelin, The Doors, Janice Joplin and Canadian rockers like Bachman-Turner Overdrive from the 1970s. You and I could probably sit around, smoke weed and listen to music for hours though! :)
  7. Richard Murray Collages Book 1 Good day all, in my attempt to find a way to make the following epub functional on all systems I took time I hoped to present it to you before next month. As hinted, I was unsuccessful in making the epub functional in every ereader but I can confirm that if you read the epub in the kobo app it can be accessed and viewed appropriately. Now, what is the epub? Well, it is as the title to this blog entry suggest, Richard Murray Collages Book 1 . It is the epub version to the zenith power collage placed below. I realized after gaining reply that the length or style to my collage needed adjusting. To that end, I hopefully made this form more functional to my readers. But, gardless, I hope you enjoy this. It is free to download so all that is lacking is your interest. If you want more context to the story or how this idea came about read from the boldened or capitalized text "the zenith power collage" below. As it is, this is the 1st in this series and the next story I will make a collage from is the 1985 film Legend. As always your thoughts are welcome to the stories <please tell me your favorite photo> , or to the epub structure, or any other art or design topic. Be Safe https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/richard-murray-collages-book-1 THE ZENITH POWER COLLAGE 6-28-2017 The following is an update to the original post, appended below the following. From the beginning my goal was to make a screenplay publicly. I admit, I was going to use regular text but luckily found a kobo writing life blog post from Chris Mandeville which gave me the idea to make a collage to begin the process. I thought that was a nice artful way to engender a public view to where WE will go. But, while I was making the collage I already knew I wanted to make a powerpoint for it, with fragments, not complete stories even flash stories. But, fragments, not even spell checked. I wrote them all rawly and intending for them to be discussed or debated. Thus, here is my Zenith Power Fragment Collage. With this tool you guys can note the particular fragments you like, suggest or discuss possibilities where we can go next. Remember, if you are not a member of African American Literary Book Club you can still comment as a guest. I ask that you do so and use whatever monicker from the esocial world you use, so I know it is you. Ignore, the link button on the first page, it is only if people embed or link to the powerpoint in other places away from here. Just click anywhere on the image below outside the link button to begin. One last note...:) I used the side panel space to link to my other ebooks so click where it does not seem like a book cover. Well, what say you?! If you want another structure, Here are my Writing Islands, will you or have you made one THE FOLLOWING PUBLISHED ON JUNE 10th 2017 Chris Mandeville presented her collage to a story she wrote and that made me think. Why not present a collage to a story I have pondered and we can discuss collages in an open story, one in which i create in public. Below is my collage to my tentatively titled "The Zero Power" based on one of my favorite films from the 80s , the first power, starring lou diamond phillips. It is similar to the film, Fallen, starring Denzel washington, i dare say its predecessor, not a prequel but the same kind of villain. and in both movies,a non beleiving cop in spiritual matters, at least to the level of possession, is warned and does not heed it, and the criminal after murder by the state, spiritually possesses others, against their will and is allowed to act free. In the First Power, more abilities are gained over time while in fallen it is just the one and in both, the end does not convince that the negative spirit is killed. Though in first power, it seems a negative spirit possessed the murderer, while in fallen the murderers spirit is itself the actor. A few things come to mind, some openings, first the story is not confined. the cause to this negativity is not made clear or who is supporting it is not made clear. All the main characters roles are up in the air, is russ's character possessed or not. who taught seaton and will she grow, what is her true role? the spirit of marguerite is not dead but where is it, what role will she play especially concerning the christian church that opposed invovlement so, i went about making a collage.I first got photos of the people. And i saw the shape of a cross, lou diamond atop, korber the bottom, arlen and williamson to the wings, griffith centrally. between Russ(lou diamond) and the killer(korber) is the nun(arlen), the seer(griffith) and the friend(williamson). but then i had a bunch of pieces in my mind: ancient church to satan in spain and zealots in california populated around korber, then excommunicated christian nun next to arlen. I think to late believer to Williamson. I thought seer in love to griffith.lastly, to lou diamond i thought , sleeping christian knight. This is what I came up with to the story, The Zero Power, which I am thinking of calling The Zenith Power instead. If you read the rundown, which I place below for those unfamiliar to the story, you will comprehend, why Zero and then Zenith. After you read the rundown or from your general thoughts, any ideas to what images I should add to the collage:) video full film - better screen text story synopsis http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0099578/synopsis?ref_=ttpl_pl_syn wiki https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_First_Power Collage reference https://kobowritinglife.com/2017/05/19/cut-paste-your-way-to-inspiration-with-collages/comment-page-1/#comment-83993 IF you do not know the film, here is a rundown, it was written by Robert Resnikoff -It starts with a nun (Elizabeth arlen) referring to the book of revelation mentioning a link between certain murders and symbols of the devil. She is not believed by the cardinal or monsignor, and sent back to convent. -A cop, Russ (lou diamond phillips) is frustrated, trying to find the next locale to the murders. He gets a call from a mysterious woman (Tracy griffith) who tells him she knows the next locale. She tells the cop after he swears to not allow the death penalty to the criminal, the location to the next victim, and even gives him his name. Logan then derives a graphic upon the locations he has marked on a map. -the law enforcement trap to the killer is set, bored, tired or leisurely. -the cop's partner Franklin (Mykelti Williamson) is driving them to the site, trying to convince the cop that it is a hoax. Russ is unconvinced and sees a possibility, jesting franklin's spirituality or fears from boogie men as franklin rubs a charm. -The female cop luring the criminal is grabbed by a man with a pentagram on his hand, the killer man (Jeff Kober). -The superior law enforcers,commander perkinds side lieutenant grimes , bust the trap to an angry phillips, telling him the time is up. -The female cop Carmen (Sue Giosa) is in some subterranean area of the city, bound and wakes to see the killer with a mask on. he takes off the mask and tells her to not be afriad, so that he can help her. -Russ and Franklin go to the park , the only place law enforcement has not searched to find Carmen. -The killer states his process of going through a small door at his or carmen's third eye reciting christian chants backwards, while Russ side Franklin are searching for him -Russ and Franklin are still searching when the killer place the mask on carmen and prepares to knife her, but stops when he hears someone outside his cave. He successfully sneaks franklin but russ comes and after a skirmish russ runs after the killer -Russ chases the killer into a warehouse, where the killer plays the cat and mouse game to russ, and tried to kill him pushing some metal pats on him. Russ is shooting on any sign of him. His gun is out of bullets and russ jumps on the killer and they both go out of the window onto some mess. Russ is stabbed but overpowers the criminal, and before he can beat him to death uniformed law enforcers arrive come and bind the killer -a news program reports the killer is captured by Russ, russel logan, it is mentioned this is the third time in five years russ as succeeded in a case like this, and that the murderer was a mere water supply manager -the court date, russ believes the killer will get the death penalty, the killer is happy and asks about russ's stomach, and the killer goads russ to make sure he gets the death penalty, and says he owes him one, "see you around buddy boy" -Russ and other law enforcers are enjoying their victory, and russ gets a call -the mysterious woman calls the precint and says, to russ, no death penalty, and to stop it before it is too late -the killer is in the chamber , while russ side others watch, and the killer is jubilant, and looks happily to russ as they close the door, franklin bids the killer farewell and the killer is gassed -the killer is dead in the chamber, but Russ thought he saw movement, franklin is unphased. then the killer seem to escape the chamber and russ is trying to shoot him but he is unstoppable and approaches him with his knife, before the strike, Russ wakes up from the dream sweaty, his cat,jack, bouncing on his bed -Russ has a rose on the other pillow , i iguess for company, and the cat is nervous, hissing, russ takes his gun, which is near his bad and hears noises. he goes to his investigative room and it is covered in blood. the door sounds and law enforcers are there, russ tells them to bring forensics to the room but it is normal when he they arrive and they tell russ that he is needed -Russ is at the caves agaian and carmen, the female cop, was murdered with the symbol. Russ is saddened -A woman beats a man to a parking spot and is walking out when blood spills from the water pipe. She then see no cars and a mysterious man appears. She is startled by the man who then appears behind her when a stranger startles her out. she sees a paper describing the killer being gassed successfully -in a holding room, the same woman is walking about, while franklin side russ look to her. Franklin tells russ she only wants to speak to you and russ agrees, the other cops entertained by the possible romance that can spew or jest -Russ and the mysterious woman, seaton, meet for the first time face to face, and russ ask about Carmen's death. She tells him the pentagram killer killed carmen, he says she is playing, she says he was celebrating an execution, and the killer's spirit is back, and describes herself as a professional and that she has helped save a child. Then she tells him, she was the caller unstraightly. Then he questions her, about how she knew the killer and she tells them she saw a child he killed and was compelled to search for him. russ jests and says she used her powers for his phone number and she says, she has a friend at the phone company. Seaton makes it clear, she helped him and he broke his promise and he is after her. She leaves her contact information and leaves the holding room -russ tell a cop to follow her, and franklin says they got the guy who killed carmen -russ is viewing a man, seemingly scarred but very quiet being questioned by a law enforcer angry at carmen's death, the commander say they found him in an ally and he had the weapon in his hame. they say the man has no identification -Russ coolly goes into the prison room, and sees if the man has any recognition to flame near his eyes, the man is unmoved, as Russ leaves he hears, see you around buddy boy but asks if it was the other law enforcer who said it -Russ leave, depressed and franklin ask if he is ok, russ ask if that man could kill anyone, and russ smell a setup -russ and franklin go to the house of seaton, no one is there and russ break in, franklin state a warrant would help. seaton has an expensive place and russ side franklin walk around in it admiring the house searching her place<an early internet site is visible> russ finds a horoscope for him, and a false reference is made -the cop following seaton, seaton discovers, and tells him he should try internet dating, as he lost her looking to a woman with a red short skirt -russ listens to her audio messages, and then the killer is on the tape -seaton finds both of them i her home illegally searching -russ then wants to show her the message the killer had for him on the phone, but it was not. franklin tells him maybe he erased the message. Russ then says seaton and the killer are working together, and threatens seaton. seaton warns franklin he is in trouble after she see his lucky charm change to a pentagram. -russ side franklin take seaton to a fair, or carnival and franklin ask what are they doing -seaton says the killers spirit is at the fair, franklin is scared, and worries what is going on, and russ says he erased the message. -russ side seaton is looking around and franklin is alone rubbing his charm -seatons senses the killer , and franklin gets run over by a horse driving a carriage, and franklin admits he saw the killer as he die -russ asks for ambulance as he with seaton in the car chase the horse and wagon -they reach the wagon and horse to a building and russ ties seaton in his car, seaton warns russ he is being played with but russ goes into the building -the possessed driver to the wagon, appears like the killer then jumps off the roof, but lands easily and runs away -russ chases down the fire escape and sees two guys and asks them what they saw, they say they saw nothing -law enforcement is at the scene, the commander asks russ how a guy jumps off a building waves and runs away -russ back at his car, sees the lietenant who is jesting at the law suit and the scenario, with seaton not there -the commander gives russ a nod and russ knows, he is on thin ice, no more mistakes, a law enforcer says they found a cop dead -russ is at the crime scene where a cop was executed , and hung up under a bridge, they show he has a cut across the neck and a pentagram sign and the commander takes russ off the case -russ says to the chief, i hope i am crazy cause the other cop will not help -russ goes to a church, and gives a blessing in the christian fashion, he sits alone, he notice a woman praying distantly, and chooses to go to the confessional -russ asks forgiveness, and admits he parted ways to catholicism, and speaks to the priest about how his father was shot an innocent man and lamented his mother saying her husbands death was god's will -russ ask the priest, if the spirit of the dead take over the living, and ask about possession, the priest respond possession can happen andthen the killer appears, and throws a knife -russ see's the killer at the alter mocking the death of jesus and then he jumps through the church window, russ chases him to an old hotel, <like the hotel in they live> -russ goes to an upstairs floor in the hotel, gun in hand, and seaton arrives warning him, startled a door opens and an axman gets the jump on logan, before the ax can pierce him, seaton drops a perfume bottle at a store and runs out -russ is running to the old hotel again, and he asks the concierge where did the man go, the concierge does not know but a hobo point upward, russ follows -seaton arrives from a cab to the hotel and enters it, the same hobo guides her upstairs and seaton warns russ as a door opens and an axman comes out but his swing missess russ -Seaton used a star and it stalls channing, the killer, russ scuttles and seaton breaks her concentration, the killer then takes a cieling fan and uses it chainsaw style as russ side seaton run -russ and seaton go to the end of the hall and enter a room, russ's bullets no effect, and close a door, using a man sleeping on a bed as a doorstop while they climb outside -the man used as a doorstop is shocked as channing busts through the door and leaps over him -russ side seaton are on the ground from the fire escape and stop a car driving through a backalley, and enter it, channing then jumps on the car, the former driver scared and unstable -russ drives the car forward and tries to knock off channing, after a drive, channing is knocked off and russ then stops the car somewhere in the street and tells the owner to give it to lietenant grimes to handle all damages personally -russ then discusses to seaton. and asks seaton calmly what is going on. seaton says she is not completely certain , but outside of making russ see things, channing needs to possess bodies, the local frankfurter man is unconvinced as he hears in shot -russ asks how can he see him, she says he can reveal himself to him, and she says she heard of a woman who can help -russ side seaton drive to a nunery -the nun at the door tries to disuade them as they ask for her. russ tries to use his badge but does not move the nun. -the nun directs them to sister marguerites solace. russ says thanks the nun does not speak to him. Seaton says to marguerite we need your help, an entity has returned and is killing, marguerite ask how it died and seaton says execution -seaton asks about the first power, marguerite say the church rejects discussion, russ says he does not care -marguerite says forget the first power, it is not a game, and closes her portal -seaton asks her but no change, russ escort seaton out. russ then ask what next from seaton, and after sniding or jesting, seaton ask russ to pull over for that drink he asked for before -in the bar, seaton get a drink for both, russ side seaton let out frustration in words, and proves she knows her drinks to russ -russ gives advice on drinking, and seaton says she wants to get through, but she then starts to see what caused him to give up hope, and tells him he needs to believe in more than channing -seaton then touched him and russ was very rude, and seaton leaves. russ follows and they warm to each other a little. -seaton says they have to go to channing's home, russ makes a snide comment and they arrive -at channing's boyhood home an old woman opens the door and russ starts a lie saying they are their to prove channing is innocent and the old lady let them in -the old woman says light hurts her eyes, from cataracts -the old woman asks why did they wait so late to see patrick's innocence, russ lies and says that is why they are here -seaton see a photo to the old womans' husband and patrick's mother, russ asks questions about a father and says channing was illegitimate -the old woman contests that extremely and say her and her husband loved patrick channing, and seaton ask to see the room, the old woman agree -in channings boyhood room, the old woman says no matter what anyone says he was happy here, and he could not be a murderer, he was quiet and considerate -seaton starts to sense the room, and opens chanings mothers old trinket box, she then starts reciting the occurance when channings mother was being violated by her grandfather - the old woman demands they leave, and russ says, you were there and let it happen, you let your husband molest your own daughter, and realizes, patricks father and grandfather is the same -the old woman then realizes who russ is and calls him a murderer, and seaton leaves, the old woman cries for russ to burn in hell -russ is chasing seaton outside , and they reach the waterworks, russ chases seaton into the dark places in the waterworks -russ find seaton who is going through things, a water work operator finds them and says a kid got drowned there, russ side seaton realize this is his first spot and seaton's hands have signs on them from an angry channing. seaton then leaves. -in the monsignor's office, sister marguerite grabs a box, he finds her taking the box and is saddened for her, she explains she turned people away who asked for help and says, satan has given a follow the first power, the monsignor is shocked considering the resurrection capability -leaving the monsignor in shock, maguerite take the box and the monsignor say he will pray for her and she closes the door behind her -in russ's car, seaton say channing will kill someone close to russ, they must hurry -russ is driving, seaton in the passenger side, a call on the police radio to a location is picked up by russ. the location is an old plant, russ leaves seaton in the car -seaton in the car hears another police call and then channing speak to her through the radio and she runs after russ into the old plant -russ grag seaton startling her and channing giggle from the dark , russ side seaton search for channing -channing toys with them and russ shoot wherever he sense channing -Russ falls through an old floor and is separated from seaton, seaton runs and channing appears -seaton try to back channing using a pentagram but he says she is holding it the wrong way and grabs her wrist roughly -seaton warns channing he can't go on killing forever, and channing says movielike, you wanna bet -channing grabs her neck firmly and seaton run away and then he scares her continually appearing wherever she runs to -russ wakes up from falling while seaton is running from the spirit of channing, and sees her running from channing -channing overtakes seaton and pulls out his knife, he is about to kiss seaton on the neck when russ appears, gun pointed -channing through seaton out the way and used a move to disarm russ, channing is kicking russ's ass when seaton knocks him off the platform to old metal pilings -russ side seaton go downstairs to the pilings and it is a man, grimes, not channing -at evening, russ is talking to the commander, he can't beleive grimes is guilty, the chief wants to call and the commander tells russ to leave side seaton and no talking to anyone about this -russ drives seaton to his house and leaves money by an old beggar, in the house seaton is scared and asks russ what will they do -russ's plan is to kill everyone channing uses and they argue in frustration -russ asks how channing got into grimes, and seaton says his drunkeness may have helped and in los angeles russ is more frustrated -seaton then admits to the fear she has as channing keeps getting stronger, then russ tries to comfort seaton and she rejects the idea candidly but russ goes to her and they kiss, they are startled and begin to kiss again -they hear a noise again and russ goes to check, the beggar then appears to seaton in the window dancing, excuse me bag lady, seaton cries for russ -russ ask what is up and he sees nothing then the bag lady jumps through the window -channing inside the bad lady beat up russ, and gestures to seaton -russ side seaton leave his home and drive away, seaton tells russ they have no where they can run and the bag lady appear in his car and cause havoc at the wheel -channing is attacking both russ or seaton while manipulating the car wildly on the road and drives the car into an accident -russ is bloody in the wreckage, seaton or the bag lady no where around, he cries out for seaton as an onlooked try to attend to him, and seaton side the bag lady are totally gone -russ is at sister marguerite's and he demands she help him find seaton no matter her views, she warns him he does not know what he faces and he says he does not care, she lets him in her room -marguerite says channing will take seaton to where he performs his rituals- russ says he knows russ asks how to stop channing -marguerite says it is stopping a being who has the first power, she explains, three powers can be bestowed by god or satan, the third is the ability to possess another's body, the second is in seaton the gift of knowing the future, the first power is resurrection, immortality -russ says he does not know about this but he wants to help -margueurite says one way exist, and reveals the cross in the box, to the only living soul that had all three powers, and the cross has a blade in it -russ and marguerite go to the waterworks on the hunt to channing -russ find seaton on a floor candles about in a pentagram, the bag lady sneak him and then marguerite fights him and he stabs marguerite -russ shoots the baglady in the head and releases seaton, marguerite burns the body of the bad lady in the pentagram -russ side seaton leave but the wound marguerite got was lethal, seaton till feels channing and russ goes back for marguerite who he see laying in the tunnel -russ approach marguerite but channing has possessed her and drags him back into the chamber -russ ask channing to let marguerite go, and tells him not to hide behind her, channing calls russ's bluff that russ would not shoot a nun -channing points russ's gun to him and russ ask marguerite to fight channing, telling her, she can beat him, not to give up, he is not powerful, channing is a scared little boy -russ then says the first person channing killed was his grandfather, and channingis rattled by the truth being revealed -marguerite in control uses the blade and reveals channing , she disaparates, channing attacks russ and they fight -seaton uses a waterwork and channing drags her into the water , russ sees it and follows, seaton, channing, russ are sliding down a pipe. seaton side channing arrive on a platform, the cross blade drops but channing kicks it away, channing threatens to kill seaton in an acid bath but russ lunges onto him, russ side channing fight, russ uses his lighter and burns channings face and throws him into the acid, then uses the lighter to ignite the acid, covering seaton -they try to get out the waterworks when channing arrive out the acid fire, the cross blade is present, russ gets it and attacks channing. law officers in uniform appear as channing appears to be marguerite, russ then uses the blade and the law enforcers shoot him after he seems to injure channing, who is visible to the law enforcers after they saw him as the nun -in a hospital room, seaton is sitting over russ, asking russ to come back to her, russ then gets up from the table, and seaton scared wakes up -seaton looks to russ worried or uncertain and we here channing, see you around buddy boy
  8. GHETTOHEAT® reviewed by Simone Carlene Porter, The Flow Magazine, 6/05 Chillin’ on the front stoop on a hot summer day with a glass of “Red” Kool-Aid, watching the people; watching the events unfold. It’s amazing just how much you would see. HICKSON’s GHETTOHEAT® is just that. GHETTOHEAT®. The topics of his raw, unpolished poetry are of the ghetto and its people. The heat, is clearly his unique way of placing the words together in different rhythms and style. HICKSON’s poetry sheds light on subjects that would never come up during a conversation at the dinner table. His collection is not something that has been diluted and edited to appeal to a wider range of readers. He keeps it “gully”, as we at The Flow Magazine would say. With his words, we’re packing our bags and heading to the realness of the neighborhood. GHETTOHEAT® is a one-way ticket to wake up and smell the coffee, forcing you to come down from whatever pedestal you’ve built for yourself and be confronted with real-life situations, epidemics, and states of mind. In the beginning, the reader is given just a sample of what is to come. As you read on, the temperature is sure to rise and you might even need to go inside and flip the switch on the air conditioner, just to get through the rest of the book. The characters we meet along the storyline and the struggles they must endure prove to be “too real” for some. Simply stated, if you can’t handle the heat, then get out the damn kitchen. HICKSON is an amazing writer; a true poet. Many have a way with words, but HICKSON has the ability to use his dynamic style of writing to bring forth what people try to cover up and ignore. This book can definitely be used to drop knowledge on those who think they know, but in fact have no idea. Pick it up and be prepared for a ride through the ghetto you’ll never forget. Remember your sunscreen ‘cause it’s hot. Real recognizes real. The Flow recognizes HICKSON. HICKSON: BRINGIN’ THE HEAT! by Tionne, The Flow Magazine 6/05 There’s always difference...and change comes in an amount we’re not always able to get with. However, when it rains it pours...and when HICKSON decided to pursue his outlet, he created an ingenious way to write and be heard. With GHETTOHEAT®, he’s intended to do what many writers strive for...keep it alive. June 4th 2003, HICKSON became a published writer…and coming next spring, HICKSON will release his sophomore effort, SKATE ON! to continue this vision with much success and further welcoming. With a real voice and a real way of producing what is - he’s here...he’s strong...and he’s bringin’ the HEAT! ASSED OUT My money’s tight - shit ain’t right Don’t know if I’m gonna make it tonight... Stomach growlin’ - fridge empty - landlord’s howlin’: “NIGGA AIN’T GOTS THE RENT!” ‘Bout to be homeless - livin’ in a tent YO, I’M BENT! Light and gas cut - fucked up in a rut Shit gots to get better Son, I need some cheddar! Can’t get no job Doors slammed in my face “Sorry, I can’t help you,” says “MISTER CRACKER” Mind cluttered and sketchy Thoughts all over the fuckin’ place Do I gots to rob and steal to pay these bills? Get a lil’ meal? DAMN! What’s the deal? Clothes mad dingy Lookin’ crazy, shabby and poor Gonna rob and steal tonight CAN’T TAKE THIS BULLSHIT NO MORE! Nigga gots no clout Feelin’ trapped up in this heat SON, I WANTS OUT! Ready to scream - ‘bout to shout: “SOMEBODY TELL A MUTHAFUCKA WHAT THIS SHIT’S ABOUT!” Now a nigga evicted from home Gots no place to go Out on Eighth Ave. I roam Sleepin’ on the street Pocket full of nuthin’ Still no grub to eat Shiverin’ in the cold Prayin’ for shelter A meal - SHIT, SOME HEAT! “CAN I LIVE, SON? CAN A MUTHAFUCKA JUST BREATHE?” Mmmph, mmmph, mmmph... The agony of defeat Tionne: So HICKSON...what is your definition of poetry? HICKSON: To me, poetry is a creative expression that consists of wordplay, rhythm, emotion and messages, personal and non-personal, which interpreted and delivered properly, others can gain valuable knowledge from. There are many poets who discuss matters such as politics and war, love and other issues that may affect us globally—and that’s great. Personally, I like to discuss what’s going on in my own world, right here in the streets of the ghetto. I write about my life as well as people and their experiences, good and bad within my own community—mainly everyday life situations that pertain to me, and people who are indigenous to me, living in Ghetto-America. Tionne: In YOUR words, what sets you apart from Hallmark but can league you with Langston? HICKSON: For one, my language is hardcore at times, being extremely raw, real and riveting. It’s not the typical material about the stars, moon and the universe in which you would normally find when reading a “Hallmark” card. I talk about life—the good, the bad and the ugly! Although I’ve been recently compared to Langston Hughes by a book reviewer, which I feel was an honor and a great compliment, the thought of me being put in that same category as Langston, doesn’t sit well with me, as I feel that he was a genius! Langston is my all-time favorite poet. He was an excellent writer, writing plays, essays, novels, short stories and poetry, the most beautiful, creative and complicated of works; yet he made then all seem so simple—which is very hard to do. It takes a lot of work to make a complex piece seem easy to compose—in which Langston was the master of this technique. Yet, I can see the similarities between us two. We’re both from Harlem, New York—Langston being apart of the old Harlem Renaissance and me being apart of the new. The social issues that Langston wrote about back then, I’ve also written about today in GHETTOHEAT®—meaning that the matters addressed in the past are still relevant and sadly to say, ongoing; even in modern-day time. We love to write about the beauty of everyday people, our struggles, joys, pains and love for one another—real issues. Tionne: Trials & tribulations, what was growing up like? And how would you describe bein’ grown? HICKSON: I come from parents who were teenagers when they had me. My mother was pregnant at 14 and my father was 15 at the time, so you can imagine how scary life was for them in the ‘70’s—“babies having babies”. Although I lived with my mother and visited my father, it was my grandfather who practically raised me, being that my parents were so young. My mother was too young to work, my father was still a kid himself, unemployed, probably unsure of life and who he was going to become back then, therefore, outside of my grandfather’s assistance, I was born a “welfare baby”; in which my mother relied on Social Services to survive. Although I was considered poor, I can always remember being showered by love from my family. My grandfather, knowing early on that my parents couldn’t afford certain things, made it his business for me to want for nothing! He spoiled me very early, giving me the best of everything. He loved me dearly. I was even told that it was he who carried me out the hospital, shortly after my mother was discharged from giving birth to me. Music was always apart of my life. Real music, not this synthesized, processed garbage that hits the charts these days. I’m talking about real instrumentation, singers who performed live with bands. Legends like Aretha, Marvin, Blue Magic, Miles, Smokey, The Delfonics and many others, played throughout my apartment. This is one of the reasons why music plays a great part within my writing. So, to answer your question, yes, there were many adversities, struggles and hardships, yet I experienced a lot of love as well. As for being grown, it’s when you think as a man/woman, do as a man/woman. It’s when one fully takes care of their responsibilities and handles real business. It’s when one totally knows who they are, are comfortable in their own skin and truly accepts the person that they’ve become—that’s a big part of being grown, in my opinion. Tionne: With GHETTOHEAT® up and rising, it was 9/11 that inspired you to create the publishing company, how would you describe those times? HICKSON: A few months prior to the tragedy of 9/11, my grandfather, who I truly loved, respected and considered “my rock”, had passed away. His death had left me terribly depressed and in a state of devastation. Back then I was dealing with a lot of personal issues. Between running back-and-forth to the hospital, visiting my grandfather as he was fading away on his death bed, right before my eyes, dealing with shady relatives whose disposition changed drastically towards me when they’d discovered the inheritance my grandfather left me, one which I never received…being in a co-dependent relationship with a person who didn’t love himself, whose concept of monogamy was much, much different from mine, and working in the fashion industry as a young Black man where racism is prevalent, feeling that no matter how hard I’d worked, they would never allow me to be equal to them, all of this made me become physically, mentally and spiritually drained. By the time 9/11 came about, I became extremely dark, my state of depression took the best of me, and I literally gave up on myself, wanting not to continue on…. Yet, I fought my demons and did a lot of soul-searching; I dug deep within and found inner strength. In the midst of sending out 473 resumes and only getting one callback, only to find that I was overqualified for the job, I found myself one day, picking up a notepad and beginning to write. “Assed Out” was the first poem I wrote. It was based on my experience of living during this bad time, dwindling my savings, not being able to find a job, becoming homeless, angry and frustrated with life. I would write something new every day out of frustration, whether it was something I was going through, had experienced, witnessed, etc. Basically, frustration was the main root of my motivation. Six months later, I realized that I’d written 84 poems, some being three to six pages long at times, in which I decide to put into book form. Wanting to become an entrepreneur, I decided to self-publish, rather than trying to get signed to a big publishing house or getting rejected by them in the process. I self-published GHETTOHEAT® with the money I received from a settlement I had against the NYPD, when I was falsely arrested by the cops in November of ‘96. Tionne: Although everyone gets to see the outcome, after you were motivated to publish, what is the process of starting from scratch and getting out there? HICKSON: It first starts with the writing process, which can be intense. It became exhausting for me to tackle so many of the issues within my book and deal with the complex characters and racy subject matter, because I actually become “possessed” when I write. I actually become each character, in which they can be exhausting and haunting—being hard to shake them. For example, I have a poem titled, “Hustleman”, which deals with a male prostitute. Of course I’m not one and never had been, but I wanted to write about how it would be being an urban, gay male whore—so I had to become one, mentally. I had to take on the mindset of a male prostitute in order to write about such a character in its truest form. From there, one must do research—tons of it. Whether it’s research for the work or for the creation of your product. Seeking quotes from printers, filing your manuscript and obtaining the copyright for your work from the Library of Congress. Getting barcodes and ISBN numbers. Creating a well-designed website that would be informative and customer-friendly. Marketing and promoting yourself, and your product, which for me wasn’t easy—poetry being a limited market. Although with the rise of poetry events, venues and the success of Russell Simmons’, “Def Poetry Jam”, poetry is not flying off the shelves in stores—it’s the novels! Most readers want a continuous story. Yet, the way I edited GHETTOHEAT®, it actually reads like a novel, which takes you on a mind-boggling journey. Each scenario links together as if you were reading a novel—sort of like R. Kelly’s, “Trapped in the Closet” song. Each series connect together to create a story. I didn’t plan it that way, yet that’s how it worked out. Tionne: How would you like to respond to the feedback from your work? HICKSON: Most of the feedback has been positive. Others have been negative. Some folks don’t like to, or just can’t deal with the truth. I write about real people—real scenarios. I get a lot of slack from religious groups who don’t appreciate profanity, or from others who hate slang/ebonics. I have to write about things in its truest form. At times, in the urban streets, people curse, people use slang—I’m guilty of this myself, yet I’ve also found a way to cleverly create scenarios in which people also find themselves within my works, making them ponder about their own actions and hopefully, making them want to change their ways. Recently I had a married woman who expressed her anger towards me in an e-mail, for writing the poem, “Maskerade”, which deals with a gay man living a double life; having a beautiful family at home, yet a secret gay lover on the side. She was irate by my words, wanting to know why would I write about such a thing. Later within the e-mail, she then told me that she’d recently discovered that her own husband was gay and didn’t want to admit it. Reading that poem from my book, I guess was the salt added to the wound. She then apologized to me and thanked me for helping her deal with her issue. The truth hurts, but it will also set you free…. MASKERADE Secrets and lies about the company I keep Double life I live Truth mustn’t seep Meander in dark shadows Head held down low Never to be caught No one will know SugahDaddy’s sweet candy A treat so fine and dandy Arm-n-arm wit’ trophy-wife, Sandy For public’s eye comes in handy A three-story house Filled wit’ much love Family portrait of wife and kids Proudly mounted above Still…I tango wit’ he Intense passion I can’t shake Yet I meringue wit’ she For goodness sake Dancin’ wit’ both A risk I take One for the other A choice I won’t make Masculine Big and strong A reputation to uphold To act as a FAGGOT Not quite that bold Men-on-men: an evil, disgustin’ taboo I was once told Once false move leads me out to the cold Didn’t ask to be this way… Why was I born gay? To be honest about my sexuality Will there ever be a day? The mask I wear A price I must pay Tionne: Many of us are rejected for not “fitting in” to what mainstream publishing companies see fit as “publishable work”. For poets and other writers of prose today, what would you bring to the table that would inspire them to keep writin’? HICKSON: I don’t cross over to the mainstream, I let the mainstream crossover to me! There was no way I could’ve written my book with it being watered down. This was one of the main reasons why I self-published, opposed to going to a big publishing company. By doing so, I was able to control the content, marketing and distribution of GHETTOHEAT®. I had total freedom to do what I wanted. I wasn’t, and I’m still not interested in fitting in with the masses. It’s great to be appreciated by everyone, but my work isn’t for everyone. Real recognize real—period! As for the book reviewers, they didn’t have to give me great reviews for me to be satisfied with my work, it’s the critique from everyday people who I value immensely. They’re the ones who are going to be honest with you, as well as help you become successful in the long run anyway. Does it matter if I get on the “bestsellers’ lists”? It helps, but what’s really important is the everyday people and how they view my works. For the record, I’m not interested in a joint venture or getting a big deal from a mainstream publishing house. I’m more interested in ownership. Tionne: What writer(s) or people have inspired you to do what you, and why? HICKSON: Well, as I mentioned, I love Langston for his realness, beauty and honesty in his work. As a marketer, I’m impressed with Michael Baisden and Omar Tyree for their hustle—those brothers really know how to promote themselves and their products very well. Yet, I was really impressed with the works and success of Teri Woods’, “True to the Game”, and Sister Souljah’s, “The Coldest Winter Ever”. Those two really wrote groundbreaking, powerful and real stories about people I know, see and relate to everyday. When I saw how successful they were with their projects, it definitely made me think about doing my own. Yet, 9/11 was what really forced me in the direction of publishing. GHETTOHEAT® S-S-S-S-S-S-S! Can you feel it? Scaldin’ breath of frisky spirits Surroundin’ you in the streets The intensity: S-S-S-S-S-S-S! That’s GHETTOHEAT®! The energy - electric sparks Better watch ya back after dark! Dogs bark - cats hiss Rank smells of trash and piss! Internalize - realize No surprise - naughty spirits frolic in disguise S-S-S-S-S-S-S! INTENSITY: CLIMBIN’-CLIMBIN’-CLIMBIN’! GHETTOHEAT®: RISIN’-RISIN’-RISIN’! Streets is watchin’ Hoes talkin’ - thugs stalkin’ POW-POW-POW! Start speed-walkin’! Heggies down - rob these clowns Snatch the stash - jet downtown El Barrio: Spanish Harlem “MIRA, NO! WE DON’T WANNO PROBLEM!” Bullets graze - I’m not amazed GHETTOHEAT®! Niggas-start-blazin’ Air’s scathin’ - gangs blood-bathin’ Five-O’s misbehavin’ - wifey’s rantin’-n-ravin’! My left: THE BLOODS - my right: THE CRIPS Niggas start prayin’ - murk-out in ya whip! Internalize - realize No surprise - naughty spirits frolic in disguise S-S-S-S-S-S-S! INTENSITY: CLIMBIN’-CLIMBIN’-CLIMBIN’! GHETTOHEAT®: RISIN’-RISIN’-RISIN’! Mean hoodlums - plottin’ schemes A swoop-down - seems like a bad dream Thugs around - it’s goin’ down ‘BOUT TO BE SOME SHIT! But I’m ghetto - know how to spit Gully mentality - thinkin’ of reality of planned-out casualty I fake wit’ trickery: “ASSALAAMU-ALAIKUM” “STICK ‘EM UP!” “YO, DON’T FUCK WIT’ HIM: HE’S MUSLIM!” Flipped script wit’ quickness Changed demeanor: the swiftness Not dimwitted - felt fierce flames of evil spirits! Hid chain in shirt - I don’t catch pain - don’t get hurt No desire gettin’ burnt by the fire Thermometer soars, yo, higher and higher! In the PROJECTS: fight—protect ya neck Gotta earn respect - defend ya rep Or BEAT-DOWNS you’ll collect! The furor - the fever: my gun - my cleaver! Bitches brewin’ - slits a-stewin’ Sheets roastin’ - champagne toastin’ - gangstas boastin’: “The ghetto: nuthin’s mellow The ghetto: cries in falsetto The ghetto: a dream bordello The ghetto: hotter than Soweto!” Internalize - realize No surprise - naughty spirits frolic in disguise S-S-S-S-S-S-S! INTENSITY: CLIMBIN’-CLIMBIN’-CLIMBIN’! GHETTOHEAT®: RISIN’!-RISIN’-RISIN’! Red-hot hustlers broilin’ at the spot Boilin’ water roars: the lucky crackpot Streets a-scorchin’ - crackheads torchin’ Stems ignited - junkies delighted Money’s flowin’ - Pusherman’s excited The first and fifteenth: “BLOCK-HUGGERS’ JUNETEENTH!” Comin’ ya way - take ya benefits today Intoxication - air’s dense - self-medication Ghetto-suffocation Volcanic maniacs attackin’ Cash stackin’ - niggas packin’ - Daddy Rock’s mackin’: “The ghetto: nuthin’s mellow The ghetto: cries in falsetto The ghetto: a dream bordello The ghetto: hotter than Soweto!” BedStuy - do or die: BUCK-BUCK-BUCK-BUCK! They don’t give a FUCK! The Bronx - you’ll fry - tossin’ lye: “WATCH YA E-Y-E-S!” Walk straight - tunnel vision False move - bad decision So hot - starts to drizzle - steamy sidewalks begin to sizzle HOT-TO-DEF: intense GHETTOHEAT®! “DO-YOU-FEEL-IT? DO-YOU-FEEL-IT?” “THE HOTNESS IN THE STREETS!!!™” So hot—got ya mase? Too hot: PEPPER-SPRAYIN’-IN-A-NIGGA’S-FACE! The madness - sadness Don’t you know the flare of street-glow? OH! Meltingly - swelteringly: S-S-S-S-S-S-S! HOOD IN-FER-NO! Internalize - realize No surprise - naughty spirits frolic in disguise S-S-S-S-S-S-S! INTENSITY: CLIMBIN’-CLIMBIN’-CLIMBIN’! GHETTOHEAT®: RISIN’-RISIN’-RISIN’! INTENSITY: CLIMBIN’-CLIMBIN’-CLIMBIN’! GHETTOHEAT®: RISIN’-RISIN’-RISIN’! S-S-S-S-S-S-S! Tionne: Where do you see GHETTOHEAT® and yourself in the next 5 years? Do you want GHETTOHEAT® to grow as a publishing company and add additional poets/writers to its roster? HICKSON: Funny that you asked. I’ve just signed two authors last month. Damon “Amin” Meadows and Jason Poole are the newest artists at GHETTOHEAT®. They collaborated on a book while being incarcerated together in federal prison titled, CONVICT’S CANDY. It’s about a young, beautiful, pre-op transsexual named, Candy who gets arrested for credit card fraud. Because of the technicality of still having a penis, Candy is forcefully housed with men in the prison. While there, Candy maintains romantic relationships with hardcore men, ones who have girlfriends and wives at home…. CONVICT’S CANDY is based on a true story, which will be out this winter. GHETTOHEAT® started out as a publishing company, yet has progressed into a multimedia company, in which I plan to produce CDs and DVDs, also. I’ll also be working towards turning my novels into movies, as well as producing plays. I’m in the process of producing GHETTOHEAT® on stage, so I’ll be looking forward to that, also. I’m always seeking new, innovative and risk-taking writers, in which I encourage them all to contact me at GHETTOHEAT.COM. Look forward to seeing GHETTOHEAT® change the game! Tionne: What piece of your own do you think exudes your passion? HICKSON: That would be the poem, “Ev’ryday Is A Struggle”, because that’s what I do everyday, struggle. Even on a good day, there’s always a struggle. As a Black man, one will always be faced with adversities. No matter how rich, wealthy and successful one may become, in the eyes of “them”, most will never respect you—one will still, and always be considered, a NIGGER…. POCKETBOOK CROOK No need to worry, dear “I’M NOT GONNA ROB YOU!” “MS. WHITE WOMAN” in fear She persists to rudely stare Lookin’ at me funny wit’ shifty eyes “I DON’T WANNA STEAL YA MONEY!” Just ‘cause I like hip-hop Wear hoodies, boots and baggy jeans Doesn’t equate to bein’ violent and mean She continues to clutch her pearls Like I’m gonna snag her bag Embarassin’ me in front of my gurrrl So busy to size me up She didn’t bother to use discretion Of the well-dressed WHITE MAN Nor question or flinch When he snatched her bag out her hand It was easy—a cinch! “HEY, YOU STUPID BITCH, TAKE A GOOD LOOK… …NOW WHO’S THE REAL POCKETBOOK CROOK?” Tionne: What motivated you to write it? HICKSON: Hunger, passion, 9/11, wanting to be heard. Tionne: Now, forthcoming is your second unpublished work, SKATE ON!. Coming from the man himself, what will you project this time? Tell us about it. HICKSON: As you know I’ve written a novel called, SKATE ON!. SKATE ON! is a coming-of-age tale of three teenage girls from the Polo Grounds projects in Harlem, New York, learning life in the streets while going to The Rooftop Roller-skating Rink. Although the skating rink is used as a backdrop for the story, it’s really about life in the 80s and how the three girls grow up and interact with each other. I’m actually releasing SKATE ON! shortly after the launching of CONVICT’S CANDY. Tionne: What have you learned in the industry that some may not have thought to be? HICKSON: That it’s not easy selling books! It’s hard work, especially for a new author and most definitely for a poet. As I said, poets don’t get a lot of love in the stores, in reference to sales. If you’re an unknown/up-and-coming poet, you have to literally be in the stores to sell your work. I suggest being very personal at book signings. I also suggest that you do whatever it takes righteously to promote yourself, because you will get lost. Bigger authors, no matter what, will always gain attention, and at times, overshadow a new author’s project. So promotion is key. Persistence helps, also. I learned not to take or accept “no” as an option, when being turned down. Stay in the people faces—eventually you will wear them down. Also, that there isn’t always unity amongst other Black writers, mainstream and urban. Due to competition, tension comes into play. First you have writers who compete against each other, period. Then, you have some contemporary writers who dislike urban writers, due to them not respecting the material being produced by urban writers, as well as with being jealous of the large amounts of money urban writers make from the same material, not being respected by some contemporary writers. At one time it was a wave of contemporary writers who ruled in the late ‘80s, early ‘90s. Writers like Terry McMillan, Walter Mosley, and Alice Walker, whose works dominated the shelves. Now, you have writers such as myself, and others who are really changing the game, and have shifted the focus a little. Personally, I don’t consider myself as an urban writer—I just write, but due to my subjects, I’m often pegged as so. Yet, there will always be a time when the trend will change, perhaps the focus will shift back towards contemporary writers. Either way, I’m ready! I intend to stand amongst them all. Tionne: So as a writer...what is the goal of your lyrical voice? HICKSON: The writing process is still very new to me as I’m self-taught, and have never gone to school for journalism, or have taken any creative writing courses. My goal is to always be honest, no matter how great or ugly the truth may be. To convey messages that one would gain insight from and to hopefully, empower a person. I don’t write to necessarily please people—I just write. I document what’s going on in my world or what’s happening within my community—I discuss real social issues. Whether it’s teen pregnancy, AIDS awareness, domestic violence, homosexuality within hip-hop, love, drug abusive, obesity or sexual addictions—I write about it. A person may not always agree with the subject matter that I bring forth, yet he or she will gain lots of insight from my words. The only way to write is to just write! He’s made moves, he’s becoming known up & down the East Coast and is recognized nationally. HICKSON is proof of dreams & innovation. The Flow Magazine thanks HICKSON for allowing us to shine light on his journey, and we support him in his endeavors to bring the heat to the literary world. HICKSON: CEO of GHETTOHEAT® & GHETTOHEAT® TV! GHETTOHEAT® PRODUCTIONS: GHETTOHEAT® CONVICT’S CANDY HARDER AND GOD CREATED WOMAN LONDON REIGN SONZ OF DARKNESS TANTRUM HICKSONBELIKE... LOVE DON’T LOVE NOBODY THICKNESS GHOST TOWN HUSTLERS BANJEE CUNT ULTRAFABNABULOUS BROTHERS BEHIND BARS SO SEXY TOUGH MR. GHETTOHEAT® SKATE ON! GHETTOHEAT® EATS TURF GHETTOHEAT® MAGAZINE! 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  9. Another item that must be mentioned in the destruction of the black woman is her early sexualization. If you want to bet on one thing that is sure to move a black girl away from her mental assets to a focus on her physical ones is this high-octane sexual-charged atmosphere where her body generates attention long before she is socialized to understand the consequences. In black America, the sexualization of black girls takes place ahead of the socialization of black girls. And this is not a great concept mainly because if a girl’s sexual skills outpace her social skills, then what will be experienced is a generation of babies making babies. Sex is much too powerful a drive for young girls to learn by trial and error because BET will inform them in a not too subtle fashion how to cash in on their sexuality. In all corners of society, the urge to be sexy is magnified, but nowhere else is this drive more magnified than among young black girls and this troubling trend won’t change until black girls are socialized to treat their sexuality with more care. Television won’t change its stripes so the blatant sexuality will continue. What must change instead is our slavish attraction to what the tube promotes and invites us to. This urban social trend to permit television to raise our children has overstayed its welcome, and must be put to rest because if we’re trying to raise responsible young females, the oversimplification of sexuality must be discarded. In essence, we must be willing to take the extra risks of rescuing our children from BET, and then de-programming them with sensible data. If we wish to evaluate what progress we have made in the correct socialization of our young girls, then the present-day mores of black America will offer a valuable peek into the face of our apparent failure. According to a recent study, it has been found that in any given year, black girls are more prone to suicide than any other group. Black teen girls have a tendency to get pregnant early. Black teen girls have a greater risk of producing low-weight babies. For black girls, concerns about their body is the primary cause leading them to be become daily smokers. Black girls are more prone to stress and low self-esteem. Given these dismal statistics, it is clearly evident there is much work that needs to be done if our girls are to be saved. Obviously, something must be immediately done to manage this crisis, but what leverage do we employ to turn the volatility of this situation around? We are on the ropes with our young girls, and if we don’t soon part company with our do-nothing attitude, then young, black girls will fill prisons in the exact same fashion that young, black males currently do. Admittedly, there is no perfect scenario but a huge difference can be made if we teach these girls to value their lives because if they value their lives, they will better be able to control what happens to them. The cure to controlling your life is first to care for your life! What’s so vital about this concept lies in the fact that if you value and care for you life, you won’t have to wait and see what will happen to your life since you maintain some semblance of control of your affairs. Control is a great strategy because it effectively eliminates a lot of the risks entailed with being completely powerless. What else is certain is that there can be no crash courses in restoring the self-esteem of our girls. Instead, it must be a continuing process for only such an agenda will be viable enough to repair what has the earmarks of permanent injury. From an early age, black girls must be made to understand that the greatest source of their future independence lies within, and that this jewel is their self-esteem. Nothing is more important that this. This is the cornerstone from which everything else is built. There can be no skepticism about this because no greater (or wiser) investment can be made than the investment you make in yourself, and one of the most significant side benefits of this is that once your self-esteem is intact, then it is much easier to assume responsibility for the other aspects of your existence. Another quick word about the early sexualization of black girls is that it makes them vulnerable to early sexcapades. How many of us can own a car and not want to know how it operates? It would be highly irrational to not to want to test drive the vehicle, to see what it can do. Young girls are highly motivated to see what their bodies can do. Here’s how they look at it. They possess booty. I’m talking about the most renown, revered, talked-about behind on the planet, and every source in the world from radio to television to movies to word-of-mouth are all in lockstep agreement: The black woman has the most fabled butt in the universe, the Lamborghinis of asses. And as with any rare or prized commodity, the pleasure is not simply in owning it, but using it. Sure, a relative sense of satisfaction can be derived from pure ownership, but not nearly as much as can be derived from the actual use of that item. So what happens? Sex happens. Then for a time something odd also happens and strangely enough a lot of it has to do with sexual empowerment. Whether you accept it or not, sex is the first real act of empowerment that a young girl chooses. She is empowered because only she can choose with whom she will share her body. Sexual empowerment is a lot less public that educational empowerment which requires a helluva lot more work to achieve and oftentimes, the empowerment that comes from education can be highly unpredictable. You have sistas with degrees flipping burgers or unemployed. It’s true, sometimes educational empowerment doesn’t surge you to the top. More times than not, sexual empowerment will. Study after study has proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that a “pretty face and a big butt” will open doors quicker than “brains”. Other studies have shown that employers pick prospective female employees based on looks more than any other quality. That’s one component of sexual empowerment. The next time you are in any office, check out the receptionist. Chances are, she’s fine and ‘phat’. Look at advertising……sex sells. That’s sexual empowerment. The same holds true in the hip-hop world of music videos. What those ladies flaunt is sexual empowerment to the ultimate degree. How many videos have been propelled into mainstream glory because it portrayed a sista with a ‘phat brain’? Every creature on the planet searches for empowerment. Humans are no exception, and it is not just a male thing. As babies, our first glimpse of empowerment comes early. We cry. We learn to use tears as a form of self-empowerment, and our tears usually get us what we want. Growing older, we are compelled to abandon tears as an empowerment method, and generally this paradigm shift leads to an exploration of our bodies as tools of empowerment. Bodily-empowered boys become athletes or bullies. Girls, too, are empowered by their bodies. Growing up, the young sista who got breasts first felt empowered over her less-endowed friends. And at an early age, what is more empowering to a sista than a big butt? Think about it, sistas, what concerned you most as a young girl…….your figure or your report card?
  10. When have people not just Black people been more interested in self improvement over entertainment. The society is not geared for anyone except wealthy WASP males. If you want to see what a nation holds dear look at the culture. The Hero is a White man in movies, women are objects to be won or used, and people of color are either invisible, foolish, or lackeys, in a few cases they are the assistant. There are different types of wars: military; economic; ideological and culture. I have listed them in the reverse order of importance. If you win the cultural war we have or will successfully win all the others. Black films don't do well in China. If it does it signal us winning a battle in the cultural war. Then we can start the other wars in the following order ideological economic and militarily won't matter. All of our ills as a nation relate back to culture. If a culture is strong so is the nation. Cuba has a strong culture and they survived standing up to the US, better than the former USSR which is Balkanized Since the cold war, we have wars about culture. So culture is important. If you look at takeovers you need to have control of the mind or hearts of the people, you achieve this by controlling the levers that move the heart and mind; art, and media. Look at Hitler Mao Castro Yeltsin they control the dialogue and and the media. I understand your frustration but I don't feel it as strongly because; you are in the book industry and at more altruistic than I. However I do feel it is an important fight , and if you want to win it you have to incorporate what is valued in the society. A good first date is dinner and a movie. Not many people want to have a date in the library. If you want to change how books are seen make writers seem more important. My brother I know the pen is mightier than the sword. Which is why you keep the populace away from books and by extension developing their own thoughts. I was asleep two hours ago, Thanks Troy.
  11. Karen Quinones-MIller, one of the first bestselling authors on AALBC.com. Shared my "Would you Stop Buying Book from Amazon to Save the Book Industry" questionnaire with a group on Facebook. In fact, it was her very first post to the group. I'm not a member of the group, but Karen tagged me on a few replies so a read them and decided to reply. It was the first time I've engaged on Facebook in substantive way in a very long time. This exchange demonstrates how filter bubbles are work and are created, which is one of of the reasons I'm posting the entire exchange ere. I engaged with two people who disagreed with me. After I'd stopped commenting, one of them wrote that they were going to report my comments to the group's admin in an effort to have me banned from the group. The guy wants me banned because he said I called him "ignorant and stupid." I did describe his comments (not him) as ignorant, because they revealed a lack of knowledge of the subject. I never called him stupid, though he probably is. If I were still participating I would call him a woose. I have never encountered a man who would handle a disagreement online by calling the administrator to have someone they disagreed with banned. I was tempted to express this sentiment to him, but I'd already given Facebook too much of my time. If you care to read through the exchange what you see how a filter bubble are created when one disagrees with the narrative held by the group. People will; Immediately reject the opposing opinion without actually examining it Manufacture a position that was never asserted and argue against it (attacking a strawman) They will make statements that are factually inaccurate to support their arguments When reason fails, and the fallacy of their argument is made plain, they will claim to be insulted--taking the critique of their statement personally Finally, when all else fails they will remove you from the group Now obviously I could care less about being booted from a Facebook group; The main takeaway from this exchange for me is that as @Mel Hopkins said I should devote my time working with people who get it rather than trying to convince people who don't get it. You don't need an MBA to understand that monopolies are bad. My two antagonists below won't even concede that point and reject the notion that Amazon is approaching or exercising monopolistic power. I simply found it fascinating to see, first hand, how a filter bubble are maintained. If you decide to read through this exchange you'll find that I'm was no more "insulting" that I am here I also removed the images and last names of everyone involved except Karen and myself. Karen E. Quinones Miller shared her first post. New Member · October 26 at 8:36pm AALBC.com (The African American Literature Book Club) October 26 at 6:49pm Would You Stop Buying Books from Amazon.com to Save the Book Industry? Let us know what you think by filling out this very short questionnaire: https://aalbc.com/…/2017/10/25/stop-buying-books-amazon-com/ Would You Stop Buying Books from Amazon.com to Save the Book Industry? Would you consider helping to organize, or joining an effort, to a boycott the buying of books from Amazon to reverse their control of the book industry so… AALBC.COM 33 Comments SabrinaI never buy electronic books. I have a kindle and never use it. Nothing can replace the feel and smell of a book.ve DanielleI 100% agree! I was so excited when I got my Kindle, but it's just not the same. . . Susan Thats what I say . I never use my kindle . Carol Kindle all the time for me, read so many new authors since I got mine Valerie My friend has been rejected so many times from publishing houses as they are extremely restrictive so she has now published three of her series of sixteen books and they are so popular. No I won't boycott Amazon in favour of publishers and a more restricted choice of authors. Plus digital books don't waste trees. I love old books but don't want to kill more trees for a book.move Helen I buy what I can afford and that certainly doesn't include places like water stones whose prices are extortionate x Kerry I love the smell and touch of new books but environmentally, for me, it has to be the kindle.Remove Gabby I buy real books through amazon. I do admit I also have some ebooks of hard to find books. DianaNope never...I love my kindle and my library...as long as Amazon offers books I'll buy them Bill I can get a book that store doesnt have for cheaper on amazon and delivered to my door the next day.e Amethyst The only way I read now is digital. I used to read about a book a week pre kids, now I can't remember the last paper back I read. But I got a Kindle and use Amazon and the OverDrive app through my library and I've read more books this year then I have in the past 4move Crissy I can only read digital books because of my rheumatoid arthritis. if I read a hard copy book I am limited to reading for short periods of time. Sarah I hope people wouldn't, it's where I sell my books primarily. Sarah I hope people wouldn't, it's where I sell my books primarily. [below is where Karen shared this comment with me--otherwise i would have been oblivious to it] Remove Karen E. Quinones Miller Troy Johnson · Reply · October 27 at 8:23pm Remove Troy Johnson Hi Sarah, this is a comment sentiment shared by self-published authors. But you sell your books primarily with Amazon because they are a monopoly, the lack of options is always a bad thing If you are not old enough to remember Ma Bell, think about your local cable company. Today Amazon sells books at a loss, tomorrow this will not be the case. Indeed they have already started gouging third party vendors simply because consumers are treating Amazon as if that is the only place to buy anything on line. Please tell us the how much Amazon takes from the sale of your books and if you believe this is fair?anage Sarah Amazon takes 30% from the sale of my books which I believe is totally fair as it is far less than any other outlet would take. Boycotting amazon is completely irresponsible as it removes a livelihood from hundreds of self published authors. Frankly I hope this initiative falls so dead that it has the exact opposite to the desired effect. Why anyone would wish to see self published authors struggling even more is beyond me. I am honestly disgusted. Troy Johnson I have just posted the preliminary results with tons of comments from people pro-amazon, anot-amazon and those who are unsure: https://aalbc.com/would_you_boycott_amazon.php Survey Results: “Would You Stop Buying Books from Amazon.com?” replace description AALBC.COM · October 28 at 6:35am Manage Troy Johnson María, Valerie, Roxanne It is interesting that some have made this an issue of Amazon versus mainstream publishing. Sure Amazon is manhandling the "Big 5" publishers, but my motivation for this action is to help independent authors, publishers, and booksellers. Manage Troy Johnson I'm not sure if you've read my article. In it I reference a report: Amazon’s Stranglehold: How the Company’s Tightening Grip Is Stifling Competition, Eroding Jobs, and Threatening Communities (Institute for Local Self-Reliance), you may download it here: https://aalbc.com/pdf/ILSR_AmazonReport_final.pdf Your explanation of Amazon's business model and the reason for the profits might change after reading more about how the company operates. Manage Troy Johnson María, being insulted is your choice. I simply did not think you read my article or any of the related information because of what you wrote. In many areas Amazon is, or approaching, becoming a monopoly. Surely you must realize a monopoly represents is a complete failure of capitalism. Now if you think Amazon is a reflection of capitalism working well; then we will have to disagree--no insult intended. [Maria must have deleted the comment I responded to because it is no longer in the thread] Manage Valerie I purchase books from Amazon, Kobo, local bookshops, charity shops and mainstream sellers. I support local bookshops as I love them and don't want to lose them. So no this isn't just about Amazon. Remove SarahThen stop being a prat and kill this before it starts. You are going to HURT independently published authors beyond belief. Your actions are completely irresponsible and you clearly have not properly considered the consequences for the people who depend on ebook sales through Amazon to make a living. Troy Johnson Sarah, my sole motivation for considering this action is to benefit independent authors, publishers, and booksellers. I would be willing to bet that I've made more money from Amazon that you have, since I've been an affiliate for them since 2002. If I were to boycott them I'd be cutting off a revenue stream--fortunately my livelihood is not dependent upon a single corporation. But again the very fact that you believe that I would "HURT independently published authors beyond belief" is precisely the problem I'm trying to solve. No author should be dependent upon one company. Again this is the situation monopolies create. Manage Sarah You obviously fail to see the point completely Troy Johnson. I have a very successful tuition business and rely on amazon precisely zero for the roof over my head. Others are not so fortunate. Attempting to make them destitute to further your own political cause in this way is frankly despicable. Remove Troy Johnson Being hyperbolic and accusing me of wanting to make others destitute is absurdly hyperbolic and/or disingenuous. But thanks for your comments. Manage Sarah That may not actually be your aim, but if this poorly thought out action were to succeed that would be precisely the result. I know you think you are doing a good thing here but your grasp of the potential consequences is atrocious. Jess Sorry, I absolutely agree with Sarah. I have several friends who are self-published because they were refused over and over by the big publishing houses who are nothing but pleased with their experience publishing through Amazon. My sister-in-law used several different avenues to publish and Amazon has consistently been the best for revenue and getting her book out to the most people. · October 29 at 5:38pm · Edited Remove Hide 16 Replies Troy Johnson HI Jess so you too agree that a Monopoly is good for the public? Here is another anecdote for you. I have been paid consistently by Amazon as an affiliate since 2002. But I'd be willing to boycott because writers, publishers and even readers are bei...See More Manage Jess Troy Johnson its interesting that several people who are publishing digitally via Amazon I've discussed your comments with have the same general opinion of your boycott "I don't want to cut off my nose to spite my face. Compared to what I made before, which is zero, I'm not selling at a loss on Amazon." Remove Jess Several also are of the opinion that you are trying to squash the livelihood of digital-only published authors. I'm not a writer, just a reader. But I will say you can pry my Kindle out of my cold dead hands, and my 86-year-old grandmother would probably kick you in the shins if you tried to take away the 15+ books a month she's able to read thanks to a resizable font screen and Kindle Unlimited. Remove Troy Johnson Jess I hear you, but can't you see that Amazon's monopoly on ebooks allows them to completely control the market place? Don't you see that the lack of competition actually reduces choice and raises prices? Do you think it is good that ebooks can be only read on devices controlled by one vendor's software? Suppose another vendor like B&N introduced a better eBook reader and called it the Nook, no one would buy it because of Amazon's monopoly of eBooks. This reduces innovation over the long term. October 30 at 3:06pm Manage Jess Troy Johnson, I have both a Nook and a Kindle, actually. I prefer the Kindle. Not to mention B&N was already caught-out price fixing and I got a tidy refund thanks to the lawsuit. Since then I've given my business to Amazon and dont plan to do otherwise. I pay $100 a year for Prime. Amazon is one stop shopping for me, along with streaming movies, video, music and free/low cost books. Amazon employees a lot of people in my area, and the ones I know personally are happy with the company, pay and benefits. That also means I pay sales tax on Amazon because we have a local fullfillment center the next town over, so I have no qualms from a concerned citizen perspective about dodging state tax revenue. You are twisting the argument about proprietary file types. The Nook was a closed system as well. I can download Kindle books to my phone, laptop, computer, other tablets etc. and read them with a free app provided by Amazon. That was a stretch for you at best, and makes it look like you're grasping. Amazon's monopoly? I clearly said in my original post that my sister-in-law self-published through multiple avenues, but Amazon has been the best at revenue. So, how is Amazon a true monopoly when folks can self-publish other places? I have a close friend who justsr published a series and paid extra on two of the self-publishing websites for advertising and release day promos that never happened. Their response? "That sucks. No refunds." So the issue isn't all pricing, its not being very good at business. Amazon is good at what it does. Books are a loss leader for them. Its true. But dont pretend that an author is any more entitled to big bucks than a game developer or musician. There are self-published people who have made a nice sum off an app game that's gone viral (Candy Crush anyone? And that wasnt even original, it was a knock-off of a PC game from the 90s) and millions from a song (too many examples to list) at $1 a pop. You're complaining about what? $5 each on an ebook? When they've put in just as much time developing games and music as you have writing a book - likely more. Also you fail to address that Apple colluded with Random House and several other large publishing houses to set the price of books to break Amazon and later get a bigger cut. Short memory? Finally, I find your assertion that it has the potential to hurt readers over time because its so hard on the industry amusing. That argument may have held water 20 years ago before we saw what the music and movie industries went through. But after all of the threats that bands would stop making music, film studios would stop making movies, and we'd see the end of independent labels its been the opposite to a laughable extent. Labels and studios are making less money, but I've still been to 11 concerts, 15 movies and bought several albums this year. There's been an explosion of independently created entertainment content thanks to the internet. I discover bands I would have never heard of before on Spotify and buy their music on Amazon. I can watch independent movies and shows on YouTube and various other avenues and kick them money directly via Patreon. Just like I can buy ebooks from independent writers and spread the money around. Your problem isn't with Amazon, its with progress. Look the frank answer is, be glad you get paid for your books at all thanks to Amazon. Lots of people will kick out a couple of bucks for a book, but if they had to pay $15+ for a digital copy every time you'd see an even bigger jump in book piracy. If we want to get technical I could buy all my physical books at HPB amd Thriftbooks, and get my digital on Pirate's Bay but I don't. The music companies finally learned $1 a song via ITunes and Amazon was better than nothing. Its 2017, not 1917. Remove Troy Johnson I appreciate the thoughtful reply Jess. It is fascinating that you could make statement like this, "Books are a loss leader for them. Its true. But don't pretend that an author is any more entitled to big bucks than a game developer or musician." First you gloss over the fact that Amazon is selling books below cost and completely ignoring of the ramification of that and then say that writers need not be paid well--like musicians. I just discovered a website with links to a few articles that explain these issues in more detail than I have tome to go into now. If you have time check them out, you might see thing from a different perspective: https://socialjusticebooks.org/about/why-boycott-amazon/ otherwise I'm sure their is nothing I can say to help you see a larger picture. Why Boycott Amazon? - Social Justice Books “Amazon’s business practices are… SOCIALJUSTICEBOOKS.ORG Jess Incorrect, you've already misinterpreted what I said. Musicians who make good music make good money by selling songs one at a time for $1. They develop a following, make some money off the door and merch. Developers who make good games make good money. Even a console specific game is $60, which is nothing compated to how much it costs to make (usually several million dollars). And guess what, those are proprietary as well, hmmm. Writers who write good books should make good money. They can earn it one sale at a time like everyone else. I can hear songs for free and know if I want to buy them. I can free play trials of a game and know if I want to play them. With an ebook I can read a chapter or two and decide if I want to spend money on it. If you want to sell books write well. Bad authors shouldn't be rewarded on the front end with $20 for an awful book. Yet they are when they're published with a book publisher, or if folks like you had their way. My earnings are just as important as yours. I think $5-$10 for a digital bookis fair, depensing on how well-known the author is. Remove Jess And I've followed the Amazon boycott business for a while now and have already read what you linked. It didnt change my mind then and hasnt now. My local Barnes and Noble is PACKED every time I walk in. If you dont want your books sold at a loss on Amazon get with a big publisher, let them take their cut, and sell only hard copies. Part of the problem known authors with a publishing house run in to is the double-dip on ebooks - their publisher takes a cut, Amazon takes a cut, and they get the rest. If Amazon is selling the ebook foe the publisher, shouldnt the publisher be the one giving up part of their cut? Or can they do no wrong? Hmmm... If you want me to pay the same price for a digital copy as a hard copy you're chasing unicorns. Anything more than half for a digital copy means I'll wait and buy second-hand, so you dont get any money at all. Remove Jess María yes I noticed that. The fact he keeps repeating talking points, and even linked an article in rebuttal that mostly contained things I already addressed, is pretty telling. Its like talking politics, and I know where my opinion lies. Troy Johnson I guess this is what is meant by classic "filter bubble." You two make stuff up and reinforce each other's unformed opinions. Yes, I'm a bookseller which is why I objectively know more about this subject than either of you. I'm sure in your ignorance you'll reject this notion. There is obviously nothing I can do about that. Did you read that I have sold books, and have been paid by Amazon, as an affiliate since 2002? Amazon is not my competitor. I also sell books via B&N, Indiebound, through self-published authors and publishers. I sell books directly and provide links to the local library. My goal is to get books into the hands of people any way that makes sense. My business model deals with helping connect readers with the book they'll enjoy. You are too biased so see that my actions are not about my business--it is about the entire industry. Again, Amazon's near monopolistic power is adversely impacting the process of getting the best books into the hands of readers. Your refusal to comprehend this does not change this fact. The question I proposed is; Should we boycott Amazon's bookstore in order the save the industry? Since both of you have demonstrated both very limited knowledge of the subject, and bizarre unwillingness (perhaps inability) to learn more. I'll leave you as you are. Fortunately, the majority do not share your limited view, which is encouraging. Peace. Manage Jess Troy Johnson all you seem to be interested in is slinging underhanded insults at people who disagree with you. So how about this? I would never EVER buy a book from you or anyone affiliated with you. The majority of whom? Your fellow cronies you invited to take your poll? I asked five self-published authors I know their opinion on your poll, providing them your links, and they disagree with you as well. If the "majority do not share my limited view" then why is Amazon dominating the field? Jess And obviously not the majority here, by the way. 3 likes out of an active group of almost two thousand members. Remove Karen E. Quinones Miller Jess Jess, I consider myself affiliated with Troy Johnson, and am proud to say so. I understand your ire with Troy, under the circumstances . . . but am sorry that ire extended over to little ole me, who has done no harm and whom you've never met. Remove Karen E. Quinones Miller María I am an author… Not a publisher. The reason I started a publishing company is so that I could self published my first book. As far as me just joined this group, I did not join it in order to start this thread. I thought it was a good group… And the thoughtful comments posted in this thread has reinforced that relief. If you guys feel that I should leave the group, I will. But I will consider it my loss. (Also, please note that I have "liked" everybody's comments on this thread not just Troy's. I have found all of them well thought out… And have been more fully educated on this issue by both the groups comments and Troy Johnson.) Remove Jess I've already reported this post, and hope one of the admins takes the time to review Troy's comments, in particular where he calls me ignorant and stupid. Obviously I'm smart enough to know when I've been talked down to and insulted. Which, last I checked, was not tolerated here. Quite frankly I'm not interested in having any type of relationship with internet bullies who resort to insults when met with resistance to someone being swayed to their opinion. Nor am I interested in patronizing their businesses. Remove Karen E. Quinones Miller María I understand your points, and I accept your criticism, adding an apology for disruption, though I'm sure you will understand my not apologizing for anyone else's behavior. I would like to point out, though, that I liked everyone's post as they posted them. Or as soon as I came online and saw them. And for clarification, I didn't bring Troy in to stir trouble, but only for him to see the answers to the question he queried and I posted . . . I had no idea he planned to say anything. (But I will admit I liked the back-and- forth once he did. Very educational, in my view!) I do hope I don't get blocked from this group because I think I can benefit from the interaction here. Thanks for taking the time to share your thoughts.
  12. I have not purchased music since my desktop's hard drive crashed last year. Itunes with their DRM has made it VERY difficult to move not just my music from my IPod to my laptop but ALL of the digital content I created including home movies etc, But was stupid enough to store using Itunes software. When my Ipod finally crashes I will be "assed-out" as they say in these parts. This is also one of the reasons I don't buy ebooks. At the end of the day corporations want to (need to) be in your pocket 100% of the time, so if it is not paying for cloud storage to listen to music you've purchased in multiple formats over the years or subscription fees they gotcha. Unless you were smart enough to save your LPs. @Mel Hopkins you think artists like Prince would have approved of his music being freely available for download from youtube, in exchange for making it more discoverable? Now the video I posted below may get removed by Youtube but someone else will upload again 5 minutes later... Google wil not stop them, but they will profit from the ads served. The younger generation simply does not buy music anymore--why should they? Mel I'll let you in on something, these disruptive technologies have not done anything but enrich the uber-wealthy. Everyone is not winning
  13. Mel BTW, I disagree with your assessment about general public, and academia - it's usually individuals with a specific interests or out of necessity that make the breakthrough and bring information into the mainstream. This is true, but it doesn't disagree with my original statement that most people OUTSIDE of academia will not do extensive research on a subject unless they have to. In the general public OUTSIDE of academia, for every one person who decides to put in the research work on a particular subject of interests......probably 5 or 6 will move on to focusing on their day to day activities. I even read the flint water crisis was brought to light by a homeowner , a woman named " Leeanne Walters" That's not true. She did notify the media about what was going on but she wasn't the first one and certainly wasn't the only one. The media often uses her and other White people to put a more "racially integrated face" on a problem that disproportionalty affected Black people in Black neighborhoods. The original whistle blower was a pediatrician; an Indian woman named Dr Mona Attisha who kept noticing all these Black children coming in with rashes and decided to investigate. She first alerted the state and when the state brushed her off she went federal and alerted the EPA. Troy I have a confession. I did not see the movie...lol. I have no plans to go and see it. It's not so much that I have a problem with the theme, I'm just not into going to see movies much unless they're very intense horror movies or war movies.
  14. LOL @ the end of that other thread. Man...I LOVE women. Cynique I concur with your observations as best I can given my age and experience. Like most cities with large Black populations, Detroit had a strong Black Elite. But as society started pushing for more integration and wealthy Blacks started moving out to mingle with White folks (who often had less wealth and even less class), these societies and organizations became less relevant. My family wasn't very highly educated, we were more working class and lived in a working class neighborhood, but my father had a lot of friends in the Black clergy. Going over their homes was like visiting royalty. Seeing how their wives would handle silverware (real silver) with white gloves. Seeing paintings and sculptures decorating the house and China cabinets and funny rugs...lol. Children talking about how their parents "laid out" their clothes for school and then laid out another set for playing or going to "communion" because they were Catholic or Lutheran where as most of the children I grew up with were Baptist or Methodist. Negroes weren't born Catholic but converted just to be "different" from the other Black folk. Boys who had never been in a fist fight....lol. These kids were Black but I had less in common with them than some of the White kids I knew growing up. A common belief is that the Black elite were all mixed or very light skinned, but I saw quite a few dark skinned people in upper class Black neighborhoods; but they almost always have light skinned wives. Another thing that I found interesting as I got older was that although most of these men had light skinned wives, most had dark skinned mistresses....lol. Or there first wife was dark skinned but they ended up divorcing them and their second wife was very light. CD It's not my belief that Leslie is creating a NEW generation of loud and foul mouthed women any more than gangsta rap is creating a NEW generation of criminals. Ofcourse these things already existed in the Black community as it has in EVERY community since time immemorial. But movies like Precious, Menace 2 Society, obnoxious Black comedians, and gangsta rap are used to tap into that negative elements that already exists and PROMOTE it in the Black community and PROLONG it's negative effects in order to cause social instability. When you see Black men constantly engaging in criminal and shiftless behavior or Black women being obnoxious and shameful, t not only kills the respect others have for you... It kills the respect and regard our people have for themselves. . What woman wants a man she has been led to believe is a criminal? What man wants a loud mouth woman with a foul attitude for a wife? We no longer want to work and live around eachother and seek to get away from eachother and find comfort around those we deem more appealing. And this is how many Black communities fall apart. Those with ambition and a desire to improve themselves.....leave. Think of the culture of a people like the culture of bacteria in a glass of milk. That glass of milk contains dozens of types of bacteria....some good....some bad. ALL the bacteria may be present, but depending on which type of bacteria is PROMOTED....it can make the difference between that glass of milk being fresh and drinkable, spoiled, turn into cheese, or turn into yogurt. It's the same with any community. All communities have all types of people in them, but depending on which element you decide to promote you can turn that community into a stable environment where people handle their problems indoors....or a violent ghetto where everybody is out in the street cussing and fighting while a few of the good people are hiding inside waiting on the first opportunity to move out. The media seems to like promoting the negative "bacteria" in our community to create social instability and economic stagnation.
  15. MOVIE MAKER TYLER PERRY WILL NARRATE A PLAY ABOUT JESUS CHRIST LAST HOURS,ON FOX TV CHANNEL NEXT MONTH/I READ/TYLER PERRY BEING BLACK,INTERESTING TO SEE WHAT COLOR JESUS CHRIST WILL BE//.SINCE SOME BLACK ACTORS AND SPIKE LEE ,BOYCOTTING THE ACADEMY AWARDS////BIBLE DOES NOT SAY COLOR OF CHRIST/CAN BLACK MOVIE MAKERS MAKE MOVIES ABOUT BIBLE WITH BLACK ACTORS/I SAW ON TMC ,TURNER MOVE CLASSICS LAST YEAR A MOVIE MADE IN THE 1940'S ,A BLACK MOVIE ABOUT THE BIBLE ,WITH BLACK ACTORS,,GOD WAS BLACK,NOAH WAS BLACK,ANGELS WERE BLACK, MOVIE MIGHT BE CALLED GREEN PASTURES, WROTE NAME OF MOVIE DOWN,I LOST THE PAPER I WROTE IT OWN//BILL BOJANGLES ROBINSON,MIGHT BE IN IT////
  16. The character Nucky Thompson in Boardwalk is based on a real life big city boss named Enos "Nucky" Johnson who was a powerful figure in Atlantic City back during the 20s and 30s. The gangsters portrayed were also real people whose real names are used, including the latest addition Joseph Kennedy, father of JFK. whose sideline that made him a fortune in the shady liquor business is well known. I've decided that the things about this series that are so familiar to me are embedded memories. Old pictures of my parents show them dressed in the styles represented in Boardwalk and I was around during the time the photos were taken. The furniture and lamps and rugs and wall paper were the same decor as the house where I grew up. I recognize the songs and even know the words to them because they were played on the radio back then. Now they've become the old standards that can still be heard today in certain nostalgic venues on cable music channels which I frequent often. Not only that, you can see the authentic representations of this era in old movies on TCM cable, movies that I saw as new because as a youngster my mother would take me with her at a theater where she worked and I got to watch these pictures for free when I was 5 and 6 years old. There is something very unique about the 1930s zeitgeist. It reflected a nation just emerging from the zaniness of the "Roarin 20s", tightening its belt with the onset of The Great Depression from which emerged a kind of of cross section between shabbiness and elegance, and a wryness of attitude that was sophisitication and wise cracking. I think all these things exerted an influence on my persona somewhat. It was also during this time that the film noir genre originated in Hollywood. Back to the subject of hallucinating. I had bypass heart surgery in 2008. I never figured out why. I saw an emergency room doctor because of dizzy spells and upon noticing my good insurance coverage, it was decided that I'd be a good candidate for heart surgery altho I never had chest pains or a heartattack. During this extremely invasive surgery, my rib cage was sawed apart and splayed wide open in order to remove my heart and put it on a heart machine while they repaired my valves. I won't go into further details, but my post operative medication included a laudry list of pills. Soon thereafter I started experiencing hallucinations during the "REM" period when I was emerging from sleep. All kinds of people would appear, just there, standing in front of me. One was even a beautiful red bug with a human face. The room would also be aglow with "fairy dust" from time to time. And I had x-ray vision. I would look down at my feet and they would be skelectic. All this was going on with my eyes open but my eyelids were down. Once I raised my lids, the "hallucinations would disappear. During my waking hours there were always dark figures lurking in my peripheral vision. Also if I stared at objects long enough, they would begin to move and spring up at me. None of this was frightening to me; just curious. After I stopped taking many of these meds, all these people I decided I had encoutered when I was "clinically" dead stopped coming to visit me. But I occasionally have flashbacks. Bottom line. My hallucinations were real; just not 3-dimensional.
  17. I found this message here: http://readersunited.com/ I don't know if it is actually from the Amazon's Books Team, but it reads like it could be legit _______________________________ A Message from the Amazon Books Team Dear Readers, Just ahead of World War II, there was a radical invention that shook the foundations of book publishing. It was the paperback book. This was a time when movie tickets cost 10 or 20 cents, and books cost $2.50. The new paperback cost 25 cents — it was ten times cheaper. Readers loved the paperback and millions of copies were sold in just the first year. With it being so inexpensive and with so many more people able to afford to buy and read books, you would think the literary establishment of the day would have celebrated the invention of the paperback, yes? Nope. Instead, they dug in and circled the wagons. They believed low cost paperbacks would destroy literary culture and harm the industry (not to mention their own bank accounts). Many bookstores refused to stock them, and the early paperback publishers had to use unconventional methods of distribution — places like newsstands and drugstores. The famous author George Orwell came out publicly and said about the new paperback format, if "publishers had any sense, they would combine against them and suppress them." Yes, George Orwell was suggesting collusion. Well… history doesn't repeat itself, but it does rhyme. Fast forward to today, and it's the e-book's turn to be opposed by the literary establishment. Amazon and Hachette — a big US publisher and part of a $10 billion media conglomerate — are in the middle of a business dispute about e-books. We want lower e-book prices. Hachette does not. Many e-books are being released at $14.99 and even $19.99. That is unjustifiably high for an e-book. With an e-book, there's no printing, no over-printing, no need to forecast, no returns, no lost sales due to out of stock, no warehousing costs, no transportation costs, and there is no secondary market — e-books cannot be resold as used books. E-books can and should be less expensive. Perhaps channeling Orwell's decades old suggestion, Hachette has already been caught illegally colluding with its competitors to raise e-book prices. So far those parties have paid $166 million in penalties and restitution. Colluding with its competitors to raise prices wasn't only illegal, it was also highly disrespectful to Hachette's readers. The fact is many established incumbents in the industry have taken the position that lower e-book prices will "devalue books" and hurt "Arts and Letters." They're wrong. Just as paperbacks did not destroy book culture despite being ten times cheaper, neither will e-books. On the contrary, paperbacks ended up rejuvenating the book industry and making it stronger. The same will happen with e-books. Many inside the echo-chamber of the industry often draw the box too small. They think books only compete against books. But in reality, books compete against mobile games, television, movies, Facebook, blogs, free news sites and more. If we want a healthy reading culture, we have to work hard to be sure books actually are competitive against these other media types, and a big part of that is working hard to make books less expensive. Moreover, e-books are highly price elastic. This means that when the price goes down, customers buy much more. We've quantified the price elasticity of e-books from repeated measurements across many titles. For every copy an e-book would sell at $14.99, it would sell 1.74 copies if priced at $9.99. So, for example, if customers would buy 100,000 copies of a particular e-book at $14.99, then customers would buy 174,000 copies of that same e-book at $9.99. Total revenue at $14.99 would be $1,499,000. Total revenue at $9.99 is $1,738,000. The important thing to note here is that the lower price is good for all parties involved: the customer is paying 33% less and the author is getting a royalty check 16% larger and being read by an audience that's 74% larger. The pie is simply bigger. But when a thing has been done a certain way for a long time, resisting change can be a reflexive instinct, and the powerful interests of the status quo are hard to move. It was never in George Orwell's interest to suppress paperback books — he was wrong about that. And despite what some would have you believe, authors are not united on this issue. When the Authors Guild recently wrote on this, they titled their post: "Amazon-Hachette Debate Yields Diverse Opinions Among Authors" (the comments to this post are worth a read). A petition started by another group of authors and aimed at Hachette, titled "Stop Fighting Low Prices and Fair Wages," garnered over 7,600 signatures. And there are myriad articles and posts, by authors and readers alike, supporting us in our effort to keep prices low and build a healthy reading culture. Author David Gaughran's recent interview is another piece worth reading. We recognize that writers reasonably want to be left out of a dispute between large companies. Some have suggested that we "just talk." We tried that. Hachette spent three months stonewalling and only grudgingly began to even acknowledge our concerns when we took action to reduce sales of their titles in our store. Since then Amazon has made three separate offers to Hachette to take authors out of the middle. We first suggested that we (Amazon and Hachette) jointly make author royalties whole during the term of the dispute. Then we suggested that authors receive 100% of all sales of their titles until this dispute is resolved. Then we suggested that we would return to normal business operations if Amazon and Hachette's normal share of revenue went to a literacy charity. But Hachette, and their parent company Lagardere, have quickly and repeatedly dismissed these offers even though e-books represent 1% of their revenues and they could easily agree to do so. They believe they get leverage from keeping their authors in the middle. We will never give up our fight for reasonable e-book prices. We know making books more affordable is good for book culture. We'd like your help. Please email Hachette and copy us. Hachette CEO, Michael Pietsch: Michael.Pietsch@hbgusa.com Copy us at: readers-united@amazon.com Please consider including these points: We have noted your illegal collusion. Please stop working so hard to overcharge for ebooks. They can and should be less expensive. Lowering e-book prices will help — not hurt — the reading culture, just like paperbacks did. Stop using your authors as leverage and accept one of Amazon's offers to take them out of the middle. Especially if you're an author yourself: Remind them that authors are not united on this issue. Thanks for your support. The Amazon Books Team
  18. The following is chapter 16 from The Making of a Gangster: In the world of gangbanging, whenever an act of violence befell a gangbanger, revenge needed to be swift. That was because the reputation of gangs and their individual members were in jeopardy if they did not quickly avenge violence with violence. Since respect given to gangbangers in Los Angeles was based upon their willingness to commit acts of violence – mainly against people of their own race – they were likely to become perpetual targets if they did not strike back at those who attacked them. Loner and Little Lost began plotting revenge immediately after the shooting as they waited in Loner’s backyard. Little Lost had rejoined Loner after showing Little Playboy how to return home with minimal detection. They were angered over what had occurred, and wanted to immediately drive to the Holly Park area of Hawthorne and kill any Black males who looked in any way as if they could be affiliated with a gang. But because of the police presence on Lemoli Avenue, along with the fact that the gang unit of the Hawthorne Police Department knew who was regularly present on the street – and were likely the victims of the shooting – retaliation would be expected. The police might quickly deduce a connection between two shootings in separate areas of Hawthorne if they occurred on the same day. Knowing that, Loner and Little Lost decided to postpone retribution, but not for long. The day following the shooting, Loner and Little Lost decided to act upon their desire for vengeance. They elected to go looking for Holly Park Neighborhood Crip Gang members in the evening after the sun had set. But they would not go alone. While walking together from 24-7, they noticed Little Playboy standing on the balcony of his apartment building. They summoned him to come talk to them, which Little Playboy did despite his grandmother’s stated desire to keep him in the house. He knew that he still needed to prove to them that he was worthy of being a 135th Street Gangster Crip. And based upon his knowledge of how his grandmother operated, he knew there would be few if any repercussions for disobeying her. “What’s up little homie?” Little Lost asked as he extended his hand to Little Playboy, and shook his younger associate’s hand. “Just chillin’,” Little Playboy responded. Loner began speaking. “So, are you calmed down now? Has your heart stopped beating fast from yesterday?” He asked jokingly. “I wasn’t scared of that shit,” Little Playboy responded. He was confused by the question because he did not believe that he had displayed any fear. “I know, I’m just fuckin’ with you,” Loner said before shaking Little Playboy’s hand. He then decided to invite Little Playboy to go with them that evening. “What you gonna do tonight?” “Shit. Probably just watch TV. My grandma’s kinda nervous about me being out after yesterday.” “Yeah, I know,” Loner said in a sympathetic tone. “But um, we need you to come with us later on.” “Ok,” Little Playboy responded without asking questions. Although he wanted to know where they would be going, he did not inquire. That was because he did not want to give his older associates the impression that he was unwilling to fulfill the duties of being a representative of their neighborhood. “It won’t take long. Meet us right here at six o’clock.” “Alright.” “Alright then, little homie,” Little Lost said as he gave Little Playboy ‘dap’ by bumping his fist against Little Playboy’s fist. Little Playboy then returned to his apartment, went inside, and sat on the couch beside his mother who was watching television. Although he had not been told where they were going or what they would be doing, he presumed that they go to exact revenge against the Holly Park Neighborhood Crips. That made him nervous and anxious because he had never shot or killed anyone before. But he knew that he had to contain his emotions. Refusing to participate would subject him to scorn and ridicule from his new associates. ******* As six o’clock neared, Little Playboy’s anxiety grew. But he managed to control his emotions because he knew that he could not withdraw from his appointment. Therefore, at 5:50 p.m., he began sliding his feet into his shoes and tied his shoe strings. “You goin’ somewhere?” Jasmine asked. “Yeah, I’ma go to my friend Tyrone’s house.” “That’s that smart boy, ain’t it?” Jasmine had seen Little Playboy playing with Tyrone in the past, and knew that they attended school together. She was aware of Tyrone’s studious nature. And when thinking about Bertha being concerned with Little Playboy’s behavior, Jasmine felt that Tyrone could be a good influence on her son. “Yeah,” Little Playboy responded with a chuckle. “Ok. Be careful.” Bertha was attending a Sunday evening church service, and was therefore unable to voice her opinion about Little Playboy leaving the apartment. “Alright.” Little Playboy then exited the apartment and walked downstairs. He stopped and stood at near the entrance to apartment building to wait for his older associates. “You waitin’ for somebody?” Loner asked before chuckling. He was seated at the curb across the street from Little Playboy in an early 1990s Honda Accord. Little Lost was in the passenger seat. “Oh shit, I didn’t even see you,” Little Playboy replied as he walked to the car. “Hop in.” Little Playboy sat in the back seat of the car. He knew that Loner did not own a car, and he had never seen the Honda Accord before. That led Little Playboy to presume that the car was stolen, which was proven correct when he noticed a screw driver stuck in the ignition. Other observations Little Playboy made included seeing a shotgun resting between Little Lost’s legs, along with a black handgun on his lap. The presence of the guns, along with the fact that they were in a stolen car, confirmed for Little Playboy that he would soon be participating in a murder. “You ready for some action little homie?” Little Lost asked. “Yep,” Little Playboy responded softly. Loner turned the screw driver, and drove the car away from the curb. Upon reaching 135th Street he turned the car turned right, proceeded towards Crenshaw Boulevard, then turned left to head towards Holly Park. Although it could be a sign of good relations for a parent to trust their child, a parent still needed to check on their children to ensure that the child was not being dishonest when that child’s behavior was questionable. Little Playboy was a child that needed such supervision. If Jasmine had been prudent by walking onto the balcony of their apartment, or if she had looked out of the window after Little Playboy left the apartment, she would have been able to see that Little Playboy did not walk to Tyrone’s house; Tyrone’s house could be seen from their apartment. But because she did not ensure that Little Playboy was telling the truth, her parental negligence would facilitate her son leaving home as a 12-year-old child who had never severely harmed anyone physically, and retuning as a murderer. ******* “Take this,” Little Lost told Little Playboy as he handed him the handgun that had been in his lap. It was a .380 caliber weapon. “It’s already cocked. All you gotta do is pull the trigger.” “Ok,” Little Playboy responded softly. “Is this your first time in a g-ride?” Loner asked as he looked in the rear-view mirror at Little Playboy. ‘G-ride’ was a slang term used to refer to a stolen car. “Yeah,” Little Playboy replied. “You know why you should always get one when you go on a mission, right?” Loner believed that if Little Playboy wanted to be a gangster and participate in the criminal activities that accompanied the lifestyle, he needed to be educated on how to do things properly. “Ummm, so the car cain’t get traced to you, I guess.” “That’s right.” Loner chuckled then gave Little Lost dap. “Little nigga’s smart!” “He gotta be if he wanna be from the big one-trey-five,” Little Lost added. They continued traveling in the stolen car down Crenshaw Boulevard. Once the car crossed 120th Street and passed under the overpass of I-105, Little Playboy noticed Little Lost begin to change his appearance. Little Lost put brownies on his hands, and pulled a blue Georgetown Hoya’s beanie that he was wearing – with a large ‘G’ on the front – lower onto his head. Little Playboy was wearing a black hooded jacket. As he saw Little Lost preparing himself, he instinctively pulled the hood of his jacket over his head so that he would be partially disguised. Upon reaching 116th Street, Loner made a right turn into the territory of the Holly Park Neighborhood Crip Gang. He continued past a section of small apartment buildings facing west between 116th and 119th Streets. As he continued and turned down each street that he encountered, he saw several young Black males outside. But when he slowed the car, many of them looked to be regular teenagers going about their business, and they did not appear to be gang-affiliated. Despite the widespread media attention that was generated when an innocent victim was hit by gang-related gunfire, many gangbangers made an effort to only target their enemies. That was because they would receive no respect or adulation for harming anyone who was not involved in their lifestyle. “Damn, where these mutha fuckas at?” Loner mumbled impatiently. “Shit, they probably at the park,” Little Lost responded. After turning onto Casimir Avenue, the 135th Street Gangsters found what they were looking for. “There some of them go,” Little Lost said. Two Black males were standing in a driveway that was a few houses away from the corner of 119th Street and Casimir Avenue. Based upon their attire, it was doubtful that they were not gangbangers. Both appeared to be in their 20s. One was wearing a black zipped jacket with gray Dickie pants, and black Converse All Star Shoes. The other man wore a sky blue University of North Carolina sweatshirt, and black jeans. The University of North Carolina sweatshirt was a clear indicator that its wearer was a Neighborhood Crip affiliate, and likely a Holly Park Neighborhood Crip Gang member. “Be cool and don’t stare,” Loner said. “I’m gonna roll past, then go back around the block and let ya’ll out.” “Alright,” Little Lost acknowledged. The car drove past at a normal speed as the two men watched, but they did not seem alarmed by it. Loner then directed the car to turn left onto 116th Street, and made another left onto Wilkie Avenue. They drove towards 119th Street. As the car approached 119th Street, Loner turned off the car’s headlights. Upon reaching the corner, he turned left and stopped the car at the curb near a stop sign on 119th Street. The car faced the direction of opposing traffic. Little Lost raised the shotgun that was between his legs, and cocked it, sending a 12-gauge ammunition round into its chamber. “Alright,” Loner began. “Go get them niggas. I’ll be right here.” Little Lost opened the passenger door, and looked towards the back seat at Little Playboy. “Let’s go.” As he exited the car, Little Playboy was filled with anxiety in the same manner he had been before committing the robbery with Wicked and Playboy. But throughout the ride, he had been preparing himself mentally to commit murder. Before the advent of civilization, murder among humans occurred naturally. It arose when one person’s aggression was caused by anger, jealousy, or another reason, and it compelled them to seek satisfaction by terminating the life of another human being. But when people began forming societies and creating rules to protect them from that aggression, the natural inclination of someone to kill another human was tamed for most people. However, those who violated rules prohibiting the killing of another were punished. And when religions came into being, their rules and edicts supplemented law, while also generating feelings of guilt that were falsely attributed to an innate sense of morality. Since Little Playboy had been born into a society in which murder was outlawed, and raised in a home where he was taught to worship an omnipotent deity who condemned people to eternal damnation for killing someone, he was petrified. He did not want to suffer emotional turmoil or incarceration for killing someone. But he knew that he could not refuse to participate in attempting to kill people associated with those who had shot at him. To do so would invite scorn, ridicule, and possible physical harm. Therefore he controlled his anxiety. He comforted himself by thinking that he would survive the incident, just as had many of his associates who he was certain had killed people in the past. Little Playboy followed behind Little Lost as the 135th Street Gangsters moved swiftly across the front lawns of the first two houses, as quietly as they could. As they moved, Little Playboy could see their targets standing in the driveway of the residence. The one with the black jacket stood with his back turned to them as the other faced the street. Without stopping, Little Lost increased his speed and raised the shotgun. He held it elevated until they were within 10 yards of the men. “RUN!” Someone shouted just before a loud sound was heard. BOOM! The body of the man with the black jacket began to contort as the 12-gauge bullet penetrated his back. As the bullet struck him, his arms jerked away from his body as his knees buckled, and his body collapsed as his life ended. BOOM! Little Lost cocked the shotgun, and fired another shot at the other man but missed. Milliseconds before Little Lost pulled the trigger on the shotgun, the man who had been wearing the University of North Carolina sweatshirt had seen the 135th Street Gangsters moving quickly towards him and his associate, but it was too late. Immediately after he yelled out “run,” Little Lost fired the shotgun. The sound of the shotgun being fired was immediately followed by a stream of .380 caliber bullets, as Little Playboy shot at the Holly Park Neighborhood Crip Gang member who fled. Bullets whizzed by the gangbanger as he ran for his life by running towards 118th Street. As he ran, he noticed himself slowing after feeling a stinging then burning sensation near the shoulder of his right arm. Despite that, he continued running as the bullets reigned upon him, until he turned onto 118th Street, and hid behind a car. “Let’s go,” Little Lost instructed Little Playboy. He was beginning to turn around to rendezvous with Loner. The 135th Street Gangsters ran back towards 119th Street, where Loner waited at the corner. As soon as he heard the gunshots, he moved closer to await the return of his associates. Little Lost and Little Playboy then quickly reassumed their seats in the stolen car. ******* For what seemed like an eternity, but was actually just two minutes, the man who hid behind the car remained there, hoping that his attackers would not pursue hm. He did not move until he heard the doors of nearby houses open, and saw people exit their homes. At that time, bleeding and in pain because he had been shot, he slowly returned to where he had just been speaking to his friend, who lay mortally wounded with a hole through his torso. Since his attackers had not announced their neighborhood – which was done more so in movies than in reality – he did not know who they were. They could have been from any number of enemy gangs, or their presence could have been the result of a personal grudge that someone had against either him or his associates. As such, when he and his associates retaliated, the entire Black male population between ages 13 and 40 was subject to harm. But until that occurred, he would mourn his friend, and recuperate from his injuries. ******* Once Little Lost and Little Playboy had entered the car, Loner sped down 119th Street, and turned on the headlights upon reaching Van Ness Avenue. He then steered the car right onto Van Ness Avenue, passing Holly Park as he began driving towards Gardena. He could see other possible Holly Park Neighborhood Crips at Holly Park, which was outside of the neighborhood, but he and his associates chose to ignore them. After having shot two of them, their new priority was escaping enemy territory without being caught. Upon reaching and crossing El Segundo Boulevard, Loner began to drive within the legal speed limit; he and Little Lost also appeared to relax. But as Little Playboy sat in the back seat, he kept mentally replaying the event he had just participated in. He felt guilty for having participated in a murder. Furthermore, he was sure the man in the Black jacket was dead, but he did not know the status of the man who wore the sky blue sweatshirt. Little Playboy felt an extreme sense of guilt as his conscious convinced him that what he had done was wrong. The two men had done nothing to him personally, nor was it likely that they had anything to do with shooting at him and his associates. However, they had the misfortune of representing the same gang as the people who did shoot at him, which made them guilty according to the rules of gangbanging in Los Angeles County. The two men likely had mothers and other relatives who loved them, and would experience the anguish that accompanied a loved one being severely hurt. There would also be friends and associates of theirs who would also be affected. Although gangbangers who were intent on vengeance would attack those they felt were culpable, they gave little consideration to the fact that many others were affected. And that ignorance created a lot of misery in the Black community. But Little Playboy made a conscious choice to gangbang. Shooting and killing people was a part of that lifestyle. Therefore, he knew that he had to develop a way to control his feelings of guilt. People who had killed before said that killing another human being had changed them. If true, Little Playboy knew that he had been changed forever. “Let me get that thang back,” Little Lost said as he reached into the back seat towards Little Playboy. Loner stopped the car in front of Little Playboy’s apartment building upon their safe return to their neighborhood. Little Playboy handed the handgun to Little Lost without saying anything. “You did good. That’s how we put it down when mutha fuckas fuck with us.” “Alright,” Little Playboy responded softly as he nodded his head in agreement. “Alright little nigga,” Loner said as Little Playboy opened the door, and began to exit the car. “Alright Loner.” Little Playboy then walked towards the front door of his apartment building, unlocked it with his key, and ascended the stairs as Loner and Little Lost drove away. “You back already,” Jasmine asked as Little Playboy entered the apartment. Her son had been gone for approximately one hour. “Yeah,” Little Playboy said calmly. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing, just tired.” The lie that Little Playboy told was betrayed by the emotional trauma that he was experiencing. But he knew that he could not admit to his mother what he had just done. “Ok. Just relax and kick it then.” “Is grandma home yet?” “No, she’s still at church.” Little Playboy went to his bedroom, and removed his jacket and shoes. He then sat on the bed and lay on his back, looking up at the ceiling as his eyes began to fill with tears. As he lay there, he acknowledged that one Black man who had awakened that morning full of life, was now dead and his family was left to mourn him. Little Playboy could not stop focusing on that reality. Additionally, he began to question whether he was suited to be a gangbanger who would have to kill others throughout his career. But what he did not yet know, but would learn during private conversations with other gangbangers who would trust him, was that his emotions were common. Due to the Christian upbringing of many Black males, some of whom would later became gangbangers in a society in which murder was outlawed, they usually experienced sensations of guilt upon first killing someone. But as they repeated the act and saw that they could evade detection, they became comfortable with it. As a result, their feelings of guilt subsided. Some of Little Playboy’s associates had experienced those emotions, as had many other gangbangers across America. Despite how Little Playboy was currently feeling, time and experience would harden his outlook on life. ******* After Little Playboy had left the car and returned to his apartment, Loner backed the stolen car into a driveway across the street from Little Playboy’s apartment building. On the other side of a brick wall that bordered the driveway was the house where Jinx’s mother lived. Although Jinx did not live there, he maintained a room at the location, even though he lived between the homes of various girlfriends. “It feels warm,” Jinx said with pride as Loner reached over the brick wall to hand the shotgun to him. Loner had obtained the shotgun from Jinx so that it could be used for their mission. “Did you get them niggas?” “Fa sho,” Loner said with a smile. “We laid two of them niggas down.” “That’s right cuz.” Jinx then looked at the Honda Accord that Little Lost was waiting in. “But for now, you gotta get that g-ride away from my momma’s house.” “Alright big homie.” Loner returned to the car and sat in the driver’s seat. “What he say?” Little Lost inquired. “He just wanted to make sure we got them niggas.” “Yeah, we got ‘em.” Loner drove the car out of the driveway. He drove towards 139th Street, turned left, and continued before turning right onto Chadron Avenue and parking the car. Using a towel that he had brought with him, Loner began to wipe the interior of the car where he, Little Lost, and Little Playboy might have left fingerprints. Once he and Little Lost were satisfied that no viable fingerprints remained to assist the police in identifying who had stolen the car, they got out of the car and began to walk away. They walked north on Chadron Avenue, crossed 139th Street, and continued midway down the block before taking a shortcut between apartment buildings. It was a quicker way to return to their homes on Lemoli Avenue. What began as a calm weekend in which Loner, Little Lost, and their associates expected to do nothing but relax had ended with them being shot at, three additional Black men being shot at, with one injured, and another dead. All of that was the result of misguided young Black males expressing pride in neighborhoods in which they owned nothing. But those facts formed the reality behind many of the ongoing gang wars that existed in Los Angeles County. Their participants were fighting and dying for senseless reasons, completely ingoring the sacrifices made by their ancestors to obtain opportunities for them to succeed.
  19. Here is the idea: It could be financed by a collective of authors, small press and bookstores to run a test on this idea. Maybe Troy could afford to try it from his location under aalbc as the vendor. We'll need a digital vending machine able to store MP3 files and Pdf or epub files, either full copies or samples of audio books or ebooks that customers can download into their iphones, ipads or labtops using a usb storage device. It may be better, cheaper, safer, to use a sample rather than have a vending machines that takes money because you'll need to service it and maybe those cost more. These can be placed in places where people are most likely to read, Barbershops, Beauty parlors--maybe Sweeties Pies--these could be the easiet places to test the idea. Then the customer trys out a chapter, either audio or ebook and has a link to the publisher or the author's website--they go there and through pay pal or whatever pay for the full product there--thus the website brings in visitors. You get the hits and responses you need without too much cost and loss. It will be good too if this net neutrality thing goes through and giant companies can move their product over the net faster than unknowns. This idea can also work for films and music videos. In some ethnic restraunts you see these little booths with ethnic movies and music by local or unknowns. It's like those small audio samplers in the stores to sample records or cd. Maybe they can be bought cheaply. Well that's it. Let me know what you think, thumps up or down. How did I get this idea. Well I remembered this guy was selling his comics via his own vending machines, but I was trying to suggest to him he could sell other people's comics as well--better comics--of course, to get his machines and use them, you had to sell his comics only. He took offense at what I was hinting at and the discussion ended. I think he was selfish but he was right in a way--it's better for him to distribute only his material rather have the competition of maybe better comics. If we can share this idea as authors and small publishers we can at least offer our works to a public. It will be up to them to take an interest in whatever cover or blurb appeals to them enough to read a sample or listen to a sample or watch a movie clip and then get online to download the full version. You just have to rent the space and don't have to service it and it won't contain private information to worry about. Just a free sampler like those that give out free newspapers.
  20. Again, well said. You're an excellant writer and a very smart and thoughtful person. There is lot to think about in your posts. I tend to shoot from the hip--hit or miss. Shoot first and ask questions later? That's a great idea for a television series by the way. The aliens sort of comment on us while watching us like that series that used to snark on old B movies. Mystery Science Theater 3000. It's a B-movie world. But that's sort of the Daily Show and Steven Colbert. I actually disliked MST 3000 because it interrupted movies, some of them I still nostalgically liked. If seriously done: we see or don't see exactly what the Aliens look like when dismayed, laughing at us, shocked, disgusted, turning off their view screens in outrage. Should they invade or not invade, should they jump into this mess or stay out of it. That old idea from Star Trek of non-interference. Hey, they're Martians and their fooling our roving robots they've captured and droped into miniture 3d realistic cycloramas! We think Mars is a dead world, but it isn't. They read Ray Bradbury, you see, and knew what was coming for them. Can we be made to see ourselves from a sort of alien Other point of view? I think Network pretty much summed up what we should do, turn off the damn tv! We've stopped at I'm mad as Hell and I'm not going to take it any more Now what should we do? Many us of feel swept along by forces beyond our control. I feel that way. You're right, there are no easy answers given how mixed up and divided everyone is. As to politics, your points on President Obama's Catch 22 situation is well taken. In many ways he's the perfect technocratic manager as a fall guy. He did all the right establishment things to correct the previous adminstration's failures and crimes but he can't get a break. Despite his attempts to compromise with the right, he's still treated with disrespect and mockery and has become a pretty ineffectual leader. They're either pretending he's a radical or it's just rabid racism. Mostly likely racism. It's really bizarre given his conservativism or pro business position the way they have treated him. It's just ridiculous. It might not even be the fault of politicians ultimately if they reflect the values of their constituencies--the problem is class, the middle classes mostly can't or won't share what little they have with the poor and the poor can't and won't share with themselves. It's all about sharing. I kinda like that stop shopping movement but I think Rev. Billy should go door to door to people's homes now instead of the corporation offices or stores. If people can't share, you have greed pure and simple. And the rich mostly won't or can't share with anyone else. Until the middle classes move into an urban inner city ghetto and bring with them their taxes and disposal incomes nothing much will happen. Even the black middle classes can't live in the inner cities. Maybe the one drawback of desegregation was the loss of the middle classes from black nieghborhoods, even if it was on the other side of the tracks like any white town divided by class. Any future crisis is likely to just breed hysteria and the demagogues and agent provocateur will have a field day. Yes, in the end, they'll blame it all on a black man and a white woman if the next president is a woman. It is shocking to think that desegregation ultimately didn't do much for the masses of black people, only the best and the brightest--to hear that New York is more segregated than the proverty stricken South. Some believe the South is poverty stricken because working class whites, not only there but elsewhere, vote against their self interest because of racism--the fear that blacks will get welfare! I'm sure you've heard this perhaps from Thomas Frank or others. The left or mass movements here fall along demographic lines of activism. In some sense a smart move. But there is no unified reform movement with any specific economic goal or agenda or plan to influence or sway the powers that be. It's all identity politics basically. What you identify with as a cause takes precedent over manufacturing jobs, decent wages etc. I think the focus on education as an out for most people avoids the need for good paying jobs for working people. Really, it comes down to where you live, go to school and shop in most cases. If intellectuals don't live among the poor and working class, the poor don't know any and maybe they don't know any better. I dunno. I really don't have the answers myself. It the you know what hits the fan, I think panic is the most likely outcome rather than calm and reason. It will be too late for that given the amount of escapism. The man on the high horse will ride into to town to save the day or swoop down from the sky or some version of that. It is scary indeed what has happened. Humans do indeed need the arts to cheer them up. And the justification sometimes for escapism is that if offers hope, a respite from the daily shocks, horrors of bad news everywhere and it is also natural to human beings to enjoy sports and to participate in them as well as to hear stories. I face as I said before a contradiction in trying to combat escapism in fiction and films. And words have a harder power now that movies can realize that sense of wonder with special effects, the human imagination alone is no longer needed to do so. Just talking shop with fellow magicians.
  21. Cynique, that is a very eloquent, well written picture of the situation. It does look that way. Of course writing has its own pleasures and meaning beyond writing for a public or an audience. You think, you learn. You create a world you live in. Tolkien experienced the joys of such creation years before he found a publisher. It's enough in its own way. And I hope that in your long life you've enjoyed those rewards for its own sake, too. Some of us sorcerers crave an audience more than others. But how many Americans have read "King Bongo and Mile Zero" by the great Thomas Sanchez. Well, to answer your question, it probably has to be good jobs first that can allow families to have breakfast and dinner with each other in the morning and afternoon. The parents are not overworked and get paid vacations. Then perhaps...we probably need good jobs in inner cities first. Leisure time. Black people are a small minority as well and that also makes it difficult to find an audience, if they read less than whites, spending their entertainment money fast and cheap, but if the black author bores or offends whites because the subject matter of his fiction touches on or is about racism his audience shrinks again. It is an issue writing for whites instead of blacks or trying to get whites to enjoy black subject matter. I'm sure it must've been discussed here at the aalbc. And given the biological basis of escapism, it's like fighting an addiction. It's probably a losing battle. A doomed cause. Getting people to perform, however, perhaps can awaken the spirit that would enjoy reading more. I was going to start a fictional journal or blog called the Journal of Anti-escapism to explore what escapism is or how it had come to be. I don't believe a lot of old folklore and English ballads were escapists at all. It was to be published by Margo Lane. Only the ANTI-ESCAPIST knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men! Here is some of the material I was writing for it. This was to be a sort of motto: Three wonders for the workers under the sky, Seven for the bosses with their hearts of stone, Nine for the soldiers doomed to die, One for the miser gnawing his bone In the land of Money where the sliver screen shadows lie. True art to tell them all, true art to move them, True art to bring them all, and in the darkness show them That in the land of Money the silver screen shadows lie. "There are two slave storytellers. One tells the slaves gathered around at night after a hard days work picking cotton that if they do their work--work they must do being the decendents of Ham and therefore cursed to do it--and don't complain about it, don't rebel, don't run away, when they die--they'll go to master's heaven where they won't ever have to work again and can eat all the watermelon they want to their heart's content. The slaves cannot read the Bible so they must take master's word for it. On another night after more back breaking work, he tells them that the Mighty Abe Lincoln, disquised as an eagle, is going to personally swoop down on the plantation and free them, bust their chains with his mighty Samson hands. Abe is a giant, ten feet tall, they say. A Dark complexioned man. President of the United States. It feels good after a hard days work to hear this. This storyteller is popular. It cost the slaves nothing (in terms of thought or effort) to enjoy his stories and the master approves. Some of the slaves dream about this when they go to sleep, it is as vivid as a movie would be today. The flag is his cape. Abe beats up the whole Confedrate Army single handedly and converts a beautiful Southern girl to the Union cause. She falls madly in love with him. They get married. She doesn't go mad and his sons don't die off young. Happy ending. No mention is made of a bloody civil war or the atrocities and cruelities that will occur. Or that freeing the slaves wasn't the only reason for the war. That the Mighty Abe will be taken down by a single bullet. Or that Reconstruction will end in Jim Crow. The Klan will ride giving them nightly terrors. And they don't have to do anything. Just wait. Good ole Abe will free them himself, personally. They stay on the planatation. On another plantation a slave storytellers tells the tired slaves about how one of their brethren defying masters vicious dogs, overseers and the wilderness escaped up North to Freedom land. And he describes how this slave made a success of himself there working on a whale ship at sea and how eventually he was able to save enough money to buy the freedom of his wife and children. A few slaves did in fact achieve such success, though not all of them were able to buy back their families. Fredrick Douglas being the most famous escaped slave of his time. The Slave storyteller also told of another slave who didn't make it, that slave was caught and whipped and never got more than a mile off the plantation. Or that he made it up North but his master's men recaught him and brought him back. Perhaps the teller of the tale is a freedman who reenslaved himself to tell the slaves this story or the very man that was recaptured. Which one of these tales is more honest, more worthy of the teller, more worthy of the listener to hear and to understand? Which is worth believing in and imagining. Which offers the slaves dignity, which recognizes their humanity and which does not. Which is utterly dishonest? Which is more truthful. Escapism is like the first two tales. A real person hearing the third might be inspired to run away, not in fact escaping from harsh realities because the dogs are hounding him, but to find a higher goal and purpose. Or he might be too afraid to act. But which offers even a slim chance of a better life? Which would you choose to believe in, to imagine, to fantasize about, if you were a slave? Eating water malons in Heaven? Or finding freedom in the here and now. Anti-escapism will allow you to ask yourself these questions and find your own answers. I'm not telling you to write about slavery. This is not an attack on genres for a strict realism, it's an example of the values and goals involved in telling any kind of story. Is it going to be significant or superficial. Is it going to be honest or dishonest. What status quo are you defending? Escapists like to pretend that mainstream product is apolitical. But there is a lot of politics in what is omitted from entertainment, from discussion. Keep in mind, as you read this, however, that anti-escapist values doesn't make a work great literature, fiction still must be judged on other criteria besides its good intentions. A boring morality play is still boring. But is it better to have some good intentions rather than none at all? The wage slave complaint of escapist writers and readers is that after work, because of bad news, or because they cannot change the world, they have a right to escape from reality. Escapsim is a measure of how powerless and weak people feel or are. Yet escapists tend to favor tough guys and gals, unrealistic stories about strong men saving the world in their fiction, while they themselves are afraid to deal with reality. They are posers and hypocritics. Although I love the work of Robert E. Howard, he was a gifted storytellers, his character Conan would never have killed himself, yet sadly Howard killed himself. I don't see how escapism makes people stronger. Escapism is only justifable in a Utopia. Margo on the power of movies: Because we are primed for flight or fight by our instinctive, reactive more ancient brain, escapism is often a Pavlovian process of wiring us to identify with heroes and heroines who always escape danger and never die. Conflict and agression, sex and violence, get our immediate attention. Yet is it a good thing to be repeatedly told that only the superpeople will save you? Yet there are no superpeople in real life. You don't have to save yourselves. Is that not a false sense of security? Is a black and white world view, rather than shades of gray, much better than a medieval morality play. It doesn't encourage audiences to think for themselves. Despite its very real enjoyability, its very real power, escapist films are ultimately a dead end for society, individuals and culture." I wanted to also use these lines from Dylan's man in the long black coat to suggest that people should join the Shadow-like Anti-Escapist: There are no mistakes in life, some people say And it's true sometimes, you can see it that way But people don't live or die, people just float She went with the man in the long black coat
  22. Troy "Hi Pioneer, your statement is the definition of a stereotype. Your observations only means something to you and can not, by extension, be ascribed to everyone else in the group you are stereotyping." While I agree that those characteristics can't be ascribed to "everyone" in a group I disagree that they mean something ONLY to me. As I've said before, most stereotypes are based in some sort of truth or reality. I have no mental illnesses and I don't do drugs so I'm not prone to hallucinations. I'm sure I'm not the ONLY one who has noticed the characteristics I've described about Italians. Infact, I've talked to dozens of Black people who've noticed the same thing about Italian Americans. "No you don't have to meet every woman in the world, and while you may have met 1,000's of women, you can not associate your observations to the other 3.5 Billion woman. Your sample set is just too small and your way of making the determination of relative self-consciousnesses about appearance is flawed. That is you have not meet enough women, and you are not skilled enough to determine self-conscientiousness. Or maybe you just roll in an environment where self-conscious women are abundant -- do you see my point?" Yes, I see your point but don't agree with it. You don't seem to be disagreeing with the fact well known by most people of maturity including most psychologists and other social scientists that females tend to be MORE self-conciouse about there looks.....are you? You just seem to be interested in educating me on the dangers of stereotyping, lol. Only a person with Aspergers Syndrome and no social skills whatsoever would refrain from making any judgments and decisions about the people they've encountered until they've met EVERYBODY on the planet who belonged to that particular group. The rest of us must base our judgements on the sampling of those we've encountered. We agree that we don't have to meet every woman to make any determinations about them, but what figure would you put it at....millions? At some people, you move from the impractical to the not-humanly-possible. "Stereotyping, while apparently natural, can lead to some disastrous decisions." Perhaps it can if that stereotyping came about ONLY as a result of what we see on television and the movies. But if those stereotypes are confirmed by what is experienced/observed in REAL LIFE then it can be integrated into what we call "common sense" and will aid you in making proper decisions when dealing with people. Most of the Italians that I've known from school, to work, to socializing seemed to have certain unmistakable characteristics similar to AfroAmericans. Most Italian males I knew loved to chase women like most Black males I know. Most Italians I knew tended to wear more gold that other White people, like most AfroAmericans. Most Italians I knew had a fondness for rap music and/or music with a lot of bass in it like most AfroAmericans. Many Italian American men I knew tended to cry when they were angry like many Black men I know, I know few non-Italian Whites who teared up and cried from anger. Most Italian Americans I know tend to have dark hair and tan easily. These are not "conincidences".....they are unmistakable patterns. Patterns I believe are directly related to the fact that most Italian Americans are of southern-Italian descent and are known to have an abundance of Arab and African ancestry. Ancestry that apparently influences their thinking and behavior. Now call this a stereotype all you want, but you live in (or are atleast from) New York. Have you met ALL or ENOUGH Italian Americans to refute these claims and call them bogus? Lol, or will you continue to focus on my "stereotyping"?
  23. Always an eyebrow raiser, Madonna, during her latest tour, has reportedly been flashing naked body parts, guns, and swatskias oh my. (By the way, I wonder if people have compared the criticism from the public that Madonna received for flashing her nakedness to the criticism from the public that Janet Jackson received after flashing her nakedness.) She's really been pissing a lot of people (including some officials from other countries) off lately, though. Anyway, bell hooks wrote this way before Madonna's recent tour. Many thought that bell hooks was being too harsh on Madonna while some did not, while others did not care one way or the other. At any rate, I found hooks' particular perspective to be interesting then and for those who have not read this, perhaps now they might find it interesting, too. Madonna: Plantation Mistress or Soul Sister? bell hooks From 'Black Looks: Race and Representation' Subversion is contextual, historical, and above all social. No matter how exciting the "destabitizing" potential of texts, bodily or otherwise, whether those texts are subversive or recuperative or both or neither cannot be determined by abstraction from actual social practice. --Susan Bordo White women "stars" like Madonna, Sandra Bernhard, and many others publicly name their interest in, and appropriation of, black culture as yet another sign of their radical chic. Intimacy with that "nasty" blackness good white girls stay away from is what they seek. To white and other nonblack consumers, this gives them a special flavor, an added spice. After all it is a very recent historical phenomenon for any white girl to be able to get some mileage out of flaunting her fascination and envy of blackness. The thing about envy is that it is always ready to destroy, erase, take over, and consume the desired object. That's exactly what Madonna attempts to do when she appropriates and commodifies aspects of black culture. Needless to say this kind of fascination is a threat. It endangers. Perhaps that is why so many of the grown black women I spoke with about Madonna had no interest in her as a cultural icon and said things like, "The bitch can't even sing." It was only among young black females that I could find die-hard Madonna fans. Though I often admire and, yes at times, even envy Madonna because she has created a cultural space where she can invent and reinvent herself and receive public affirmation and material reward, I do not consider myself a Madonna fan. Once I read an interview with Madonna where she talked about her envy of black culture, where she stated that she wanted to be black as a child. It is a sign of white privilege to be able to "see" blackness and black culture from a standpoint where only the rich culture of opposition black people have created in resistance marks and defines us. Such a perspective enables one to ignore white supremacist domination and the hurt it inflicts via oppression, exploitation, and everyday wounds and pains. White folks who do not see black pain never really understand the complexity of black pleasure. And it is no wonder then that when they attempt to imitate the joy in living which they see as the "essence" of soul and blackness, their cultural productions may have an air of sham and falseness that may titillate and even move white audiences yet leave many black folks cold. Needless to say, if Madonna had to depend on masses of black women to maintain her status as cultural icon she would have been dethroned some time ago. Many of the black women I spoke with expressed intense disgust and hatred of Madonna. Most did not respond to my cautious attempts to suggest that underlying those negative feelings might lurk feelings of envy, and dare I say it, desire. No black woman I talked to declared that she wanted to "be Madonna." Yet we have only to look at the number of black women entertainers/stars (Tina Turner, Aretha Franklin, Donna Summer, Vanessa Williams, Yo-Yo, etc.) who gain greater crossover recognition when they demonstrate that, like Madonna, they too, have a healthy dose of "blonde ambition." Clearly their careers have been influenced by Madonna's choices and strategies. For masses of black women, the political reality that underlies Madonna's and our recognition that this is a society where "blondes" not only "have more fun" but where they are more likely to succeed in any endeavor is white supremacy and racism. We cannot see Madonna's change in hair color as being merely a question of aesthetic choice. I agree with Julie Burchill in her critical work Girls on Film, when she reminds us: "What does it say about racial purity that the best blondes have all been brunettes (Harlow, Monroe, Bardot)? I think it says that we are not as white as we think. I think it says that Pure is a Bore." I also know that it is the expressed desire of the nonblonde Other for those characteristics that are seen as the quintessential markers of racial aesthetic superiority that perpetuate and uphold white supremacy. In this sense Madonna has much in common with the masses of black women who suffer from internalized racism and are forever terrorized by a standard of beauty they feel they can never truly embody. Like many black women who have stood outside the culture's fascination with the blonde beauty and who have only been able to reach it through imitation and artifice, Madonna often recalls that she was a working-class white girl who saw herself as ugly, as outside the mainstream beauty standard. And indeed what some of us like about her is the way she deconstructs the myth of "natural" white girl beauty by exposing the extent to which it can be and is usually artificially constructed and maintained. She mocks the conventional racist-defined beauty ideal even as she rigorously strives to embody it. Given her obsession with exposing the reality that the ideal female beauty in this society can be attained by artifice and social construction, it should come as no surprise that many of her fans are gay men, and that the majority of nonwhite men, particularly black men, are among that group. Jennie Livingston's film Paris Is Burning suggests that many black gay men, especially queens/divas, are as equally driven as Madonna by "blonde ambition." Madonna never lets her audience forget that whatever "look" she acquires is attained by hard work--"it ain't natural." And as Burchill comments in her chapter "Homosexual Girls": I have a friend who drives a cab and looks like a Marlboro Man but at night is the second best Jean Harlow I have ever seen. He summed up the kind of film star he adores, brutally and brilliantly, when he said, "I like actresses who look as if they've spent hours putting themselves together--and even then they don't look right." Certainly no one, not even die-hard Madonna fans, ever insists that her beauty is not attained by skillful artifice. And indeed, a major point of the documentary film Truth or Dare: In Bed With Madonna was to demonstrate the amount of work that goes into the construction of her image. Yet when the chips are down, the image Madonna most exploits is that of the quintessential "white girl." To maintain that image she must always position herself as an outsider in relation to black culture. It is that position of outsider that enables her to colonize and appropriate black experience for her own opportunistic ends even as she attempts to mask her acts of racist aggression as affirmation. And no other group sees that as clearly as black females in this society. For we have always known that the socially constructed image of innocent white womanhood relies on the continued production of the racist/sexist sexual myth that black women are not innocent and never can be. Since we are coded always as "fallen" women in the racist cultural iconography we can never, as can Madonna, publicly "work" the image of ourselves as innocent female daring to be bad. Mainstream culture always reads the black female body as sign of sexual experience. In part, many black women who are disgusted by Madonna's flaunting of sexual experience are enraged because the very image of sexual agency that she is able to project and affirm with material gain has been the stick this society has used to justify its continued beating and assault on the black female body. The vast majority of black women in the United States, more concerned with projecting images of respectability than with the idea of female sexual agency and transgression, do not often feel we have the "freedom" to act in rebellious ways in regards to sexuality without being punished. We have only to contrast the life story of Tina Tumer with that of Madonna to see the different connotations "wild" sexual agency has when it is asserted by a black female. Being represented publicly as an active sexual being has only recently enabled Turner to gain control over her life and career. For years the public image of aggressive sexual agency Turner projected belied the degree to which she was sexually abused and exploited privately. She was also materially exploited. Madonna's career could not be all that it is if there were no Tina Turner and yet, unlike her cohort Sandra Bernhard, Madonna never articulates the cultural debt she owes black females. In her most recent appropriations of blackness, Madonna almost always imitates phallic black masculinity. Although I read many articles which talked about her appropriating male codes, no critic seems to have noticed her emphasis on black male experience. In his Playboy profile, "Playgirl of the Western World," Michael Kelly describes Madonna's crotch grabbing as "an eloquent visual put-down of male phallic pride." He points out that she worked with choreographer Vince Paterson to perfect the gesture. Even though Kelly tells readers that Madonna was consciously imitating Michael Jackson, he does not contextualize his interpretation of the gesture to include this act of appropriation from black male culture. And in that specific context the groin grabbing gesture is an assertion of pride and phallic domination that usually takes place in an all-male context. Madonna's imitation of this gesture could just as easily be read as an expression of envy. Throughout [many] of her autobiographical interviews runs a thread of expressed desire to possess the power she perceives men have. Madonna may hate the phallus, but she longs to possess its power. She is always first and foremost in competition with men to see who has the biggest penis. She longs to assert phallic power, and like every other group in this white supremacist society, she clearly sees black men as embodying a quality of maleness that eludes white men. Hence they are often the group of men she most seeks to imitate, taunting white males with her own version of"black masculinity." When it comes to entertainment rivals, Madonna clearly perceives black male stars like Prince and Michael Jackson to be the standard against which she must measure herself and that she ultimately hopes to transcend. Fascinated yet envious of black style, Madonna appropriates black culture in ways that mock and undermine, making her presentation one that upstages. This is most evident in the video "Like a Prayer." Though I read numerous articles that discussed public outrage at this video, none focused on the issue of race. No article called attention to the fact that Madonna flaunts her sexual agency by suggesting that she is breaking the ties that bind her as a white girl to white patriarchy, and establishing ties with black men. She, however, and not black men, does the choosing. The message is directed at white men. It suggests that they only labeled black men rapists for fear that white girls would choose black partners over them. Cultural critics commenting on the video did not seem at all interested in exploring the reasons Madonna chooses a black cultural backdrop for this ~video, i.e., black church and religious experience. Clearly, it was this backdrop that added to the video's controversy. In her commentary in the Washington Post, "Madonna: Yuppie Goddess," Brooke Masters writes: "Most descriptions of the controversial video focus on its Catholic imagery: Madonna kisses a black saint, and develops Christ-like markings on her hands. However, the video is also a feminist fairy tale. Sleeping Beauty and Snow White waited for their princes to come along, Madonna finds her own man and wakes him up." Notice that this writer completely overlooks the issue of race and gender. That Madonna's chosen prince was a black man is in part what made the representation potentially shocking and provocative to a white supremacist audience. Yet her attempt to exploit and transgress traditional racial taboos was rarely commented on. Instead critics concentrated on whether or not she was violating taboos regarding religion and representation. In the United States, Catholicism is most often seen as a religion that has [few] or no black followers and Madonna's video certainly perpetuates this stereotype with its juxtaposition of images of black nonCatholic representations with the image of the black saint. Given the importance of religious experience and liberation theology in black life, Madonna's use of this imagery seemed particularly offensive. For she made black characters act in complicity with her as she aggressively flaunted her critique of Catholic manners, her attack on organized religion. Yet, no black voices that I know of came forward in print calling attention to the fact that the realm of the sacred that is mocked in this film is black religious experience, or that this appropriative "use" of that experience was offensive to many black folk. Looking at the video with a group of students in my class on the politics of sexuality where we critically analyze the way race and representations of blackness are used to sell products, we discussed the way in which black people in the video are caricatures reflecting stereotypes. They appear grotesque. The only role black females have in this video is to catch (i.e., rescue) the "angelic" Madonna when she is "falling." This is just a contemporary casting of the black female as Mammy. Made to serve as supportive backdrop for Madonna's drama, black characters in "Like a Prayer" remind one of those early Hollywood depictions of singing black slaves in the great plantation movies or those Shirley Temple films where Bojangles was trotted out to dance with Miss Shirley and spice up her act. Audiences were not supposed to be enamored of Bojangles, they were supposed to see just what a special little old white girl Shirley really was. In her own way Madonna is a modern day Shirley Temple. Certainly her expressed affinity with black culture enhances her value. Eager to see the documentary Truth ar Dare because it promised to focus on Madonna's transgressive sexual persona, which I find interesting, I was angered by her visual representations of her domination over not white men (certainly not over Warren Beatty or Alek Keshishian), but people of color and white working-class women. I was too angered by this to appreciate other aspects of the film I might have enjoyed. In Truth or Dare Madonna clearly revealed that she can only think of exerting power along very traditional, white supremacist, capitalistic, patriarchal lines. That she made people who were dependent on her for their immediate livelihood submit to her will was neither charming nor seductive to me or the other black folks that I spoke with who saw the film. We thought it tragically ironic that Madonna would choose as her dance partner a black male with dyed blonde hair. Perhaps had he appeared less like a white-identified black male consumed by "blonde ambition" he might have upstaged her. Instead he was positioned as a mirror, into which Madonna and her audience could look and see only a reflection of herself and the worship of "whiteness" she embodies-- that white supremacist culture wants everyone to embody. Madonna used her power to ensure that he and the other nonwhite women and men who worked for her, as well as some of the white subordinates, would all serve as the backdrop to her white-girl-makes-good-drama. Joking about the film with other black folks, we commented that Madonna must have searched long and hard to find a black female that was not a good dancer, one who would not deflect attention away from her. And it is telling that when the film directly reflects something other than a positive image of Madonna, the camera highlights the rage this black female dancer was suppressing. It surfaces when the "subordinates" have time off and are "relaxing." As with most Madonna videos, when critics talk about this film they tend to ignore race. Yet no viewer can look at this film and not think about race and representation without engaging in forms of denial. After choosing a cast of characters from marginalized groups--nonwhite folks, heterosexual and gay, and gay white folks--Madonna publicly describes them as "emotional cripples." And of course in the context of the film this description seems borne out by the way they allow her to dominate, exploit, and humiliate them. Those Madonna fans who are determined to see her as politically progressive might ask themselves why it is she completely endorses those racist/sexist/classist stereotypes that almost always attempt to portray marginalized groups as "defective" Let's face it, by doing this, Madonna is not breaking with any white supremacist, patriarchal status quo; she is endorsing and perpetuating it. Some of us do not find it hip or cute for Madonna to brag that she has a "fascistic side," a side well documented in the film. Well, we did not see any of her cute little fascism in action when it was Warren Beatty calling her out in the film. No, there the image of Madonna was the little woman who grins and bears it. No, her "somebody's got to be in charge side," as she names it, was most expressed in her interaction with those representatives from marginalized groups who are most often victimized by the powerful. Why is it there is little or no discussion of Madonna as racist or sexist in her relation to other women? Would audiences be charmed by some rich white male entertainer telling us he must "play father" and oversee the actions of the less powerful, especially women and men of color? So why did so many people find it cute when Madonna asserted that she dominates the interracial casts of gay and heterosexual folks in her film because they are crippled and she "like to play mother" No, this was not a display of feminist power, this was the same old phallic nonsense with white pussy at the center. And many of us watching were not simply unmoved--we were outraged. Perhaps it is a sign of a collective feeling of powerlessness that many black, nonwhite, and white viewers of this film who were disturbed by the display of racism, sexism, and heterosexism (yes, it's possible to hire gay people, support AIDS projects, and still be biased in the direction of phallic patriarchal heterosexuality) in Truth or Dare have said so little. Sometimes it is difficult to find words to make a critique when we find ourselves attracted by some aspect of a performer's act and disturbed by others, or when a performer shows more interest in promoting progressive social causes than is customary. We may see that performer as above critique. Or we may feel our critique will in no way intervene on the worship of them as a cultural icon. To say nothing, however, is to be complicit with the very forces of domination that make "blonde ambition" necessary to Madonna's success. Tragically, all that is transgressive and potentially empowering to feminist women and men about Madonna's work may be undermined by all that it contains that is reactionary and in no way unconventional or new. It is often the conservative elements in her work converging with the status quo that have the most powerful impact. For example: Given the rampant homophobia in this society and the concomitant heterosexist voyeuristic obsession with gay life-styles, to what extent does Madonna progressively seek to challenge this if she insists on primarily representing gays as in some way emotionally handicapped or defective? Or when Madonna responds to the critique that she exploits gay men by cavalierly stating: "What does exploitation mean? . . . In a revolution, some people have to get hurt. To get people to change, you have to turn the table over. Some dishes get broken." I can only say this doesn't sound like liberation to me. Perhaps when Madonna explores those memories of her white working-class childhood in a troubled family in a way that enables her to understand intimately the politics of exploitation, domination, and submission, she will have a deeper connection with oppositional black culture. If and when this radical critical self-interrogation takes place, she will have the power to create new and different cultural productions, work that will be truly transgressive--acts of resistance that transform rather than simply seduce.
  24. The Only One Chapter of 6 Speaking in his deep, well-modulated voice, the suave 10 o’clock news anchor wound up the lead-off story involving yet another corrupt Chicago politician, then looked to his right and deferred to his colleague. Putting on a concerned face, the weave-coiffed, eagle-eyed female co-anchor took her turn on camera, her red lips glossy, her brown skin velvety. “Elsewhere in the news,” she began, “police continue to be baffled as the corpse of yet another young black female has turned up in a south side garbage dumpster. The unidentified strangulation victim is the 5th in the past 2 months to be found in these circumstances, and the similarities between these crimes, particularly the disposition of the bodies, has led law enforcement authorities to suspect that a serial killer is on the loose, a possibility that has caused worried inner-city residents to wonder… …who?” Wanda asked, in response to what Carole had just announced. “Fourplay,” Carole repeated into the phone. “Foreplay?” Wanda questioned, her eyes glued to the TV screen as she watched a body bag being loaded into a police van. “Your sex drive kickin back in?” “Four as in 1-2-3-4!” Carole snapped. “FourPlay is the name of this quartet coming to town next week, and the only way I’m gonna get to see them is if I hook up with this guy I struck up a conversation while browsing in Best Buy last month. His was kind of a nerd, but very knowledgeable about jazz and I agreed to his suggestion that the next time a good group comes to Chicago, we get together and go check them out. He was a little weird but, unlike a lot of guys who get phone numbers, Albert kept his word - and he just called.” “Uh-huh,” Wanda said. “So, after enjoying the performance of ‘1-2-3-4play’, are you gonna have a jam session with this Albert to show your appreciation for his escort service?” Carole sighed. “Be serious. All I’m doing is going out on a casual date with a harmless nerd, and I intend to pay my own way. Any dude who’s a jazz buff and who tells me how charming and intelligent I am, can’t be all bad.” "Yeah, and how you know that by the time you on your 1-2-3-4th drink you and your charming, intelligent, overdue-cable-bill-self won’t decide to get it on with a lyin' nerd in exchange for him pickin' up the tab.” “Oh, chill out! Just cuz your idea of entertainment is getting high and listening to Kanye, doesn’t mean I can’t take a break from my routine, and go out on a date!” “Wanda laughed. “I agree. And the routine you really need to take a break from is obsessing about… …Troy Briggs sat on the side of his sofa bed, staring at his toes, ready to hit the sack but not necessarily ready to fall asleep because the end of the day was when mixed emotions about being single came into play, when the ghost of his dead sex-life crept in to haunt him. It wasn’t that he wasn’t enjoying his new freedom. Or that he didn’t want to get back in the mix, - didn’t want to stop treating women’s eyes like vaginas waiting for the probe of his hard stare. It was just that he was gun-shy, leery about the bush of man-hunters stalking his dick. And when it came to sistas, all he needed was to detect a certain voice inflection, a certain twist of the mouth, a certain roll of the eyes, and a neon sign went on in his head blinking “caution”, alerting him to the danger of another Coreen; a mild-mannered nymph ready to pull off her clothes and turn into super bitch after she fucked your brains out. Or, just as bad, Coreen’s predecessor, Ashley. Ashley Drake, the one who got away. Impressed with how Ashley had started her own consulting business, attracted to her classy looks and sharp intelligence, appreciative of her nice apartment, Troy had made his move, turning on his charms to win her after their introduction at the wedding reception of a mutual friend. Ashley Drake, who fit right into the future dreams that had inspired him to quit his dead-end factory job and enroll in college. Losing his heart and depleting his bank account in the course of wooing her, he’d desperately hoped she’d understand how working part-time to put himself through school was what made renting movies, and going half on a pizza order, and springing for whatever wine was on sale at the super market all that he could offer once his savings were spent. But after a while, it became apparent that “understanding” wasn’t Ashley’s strong suit, “Have you ever thought about doing some modeling work on the side to make more money?” she’d complained one night, as he stood up to press the “eject” button on her VCR. “Ever consider making your looks good for something worthwhile?” she’d insinuated further, screwing up her face after taking a sip of the off-brand Zinfindel he’d picked up at a discount store. A sign of things to come. Even his ace in the hole hadn’t done the trick. “Was it good for you, baby?” he’d whispered in her ear one evening, encouraged when she’d silently nodded. But an interlude of making Ashley’s eyes cross in the bedroom hadn’t been enough to cloud the vision of this chic, no-nonsense, status-seeker. Sex apparently wasn’t a priority in her life, and after a 6-month fling she’d looked down her nose and given him the boot. A low-income, community college student living at home with his widowed mama, was out of her league! So she’d traded him in for a law clerk who a demoralized Troy went on “MySpace” and found out was a Republican. And a hockey fan! Puck that. Love was a game for fools. Was it any wonder that break-ups with women always left him in need of a sounding board… “You have to share the blame for your divorce,” his mother had counseled last year, seated across from him at her kitchen table. “You didn’t bring out the best in Coreen because you didn’t really love her.” “Does marriage nurture love, or does love nurture marriage?” he’d murmured, staring off into space. “If 2 people really like each other, things just kinda fall in place,” his mother had finally answered, remembering the dead husband who had not only been her true love, but her best friend. Troy knew where his mother was coming from. But his only reaction was to wonder how he was supposed to like a wife that turned out to be a deceitful, annoying shrew who got on his last nerve, - or a “show-me-the-money” ice princess who’d cashed in his heart. Now ready to retire, Troy clicked off the light and settled under the quilt that was yet another contribution his mother had made in her ongoing efforts to comfort her only son. After devoting a few minutes to fantasizing about what his growing acquaintance with the very tempting and - non-threatening Debbie Marlowe could lead to, for some reason his thoughts strayed to Carole whatever-her-last-name-was. Everly? He’d been hesitant about joining her during their break because he didn’t want this to be misinterpreted. But he also didn’t want to snub any of his black co-workers lest they think him an “Uncle Tom”. Naturally, during the course of their brief encounter, Carole had sent out the usual single girl signals. Still, there was something different about her. The problem was her sameness, a sameness that had to do with how, like Coreen, Carole’s nose was pierced and how, like Ashley, Carole sported a short hairstyle! Disturbing reminders. Baaaad omens… What might distinguish Carole from these 2 ball-busters, remained to be seen. But Troy wasn’t inclined to look any further than the desk where Carole sat, performing her daily duties, looking all efficient and…inviting. Hearing that edge in her voice, and seeing that flash in her eyes, was enough to make the red flags go up. Of course he had been rather rude during their cafeteria encounter. And that was because she, herself, was so quick-witted, - an intriguing trait; if you liked the type… …of woman who challenged you. Silhouetted against the wall in his lamp-lit room, the man vigorously kneaded his groin as his mind re-played the televised scene he’d watched earlier, - 2 morgue attendants closing the doors of a van bearing the body of a young woman he knew had been strangled. "Another try, another cry," the jack-off chuckled to himself. "The word no is so much bloodier than the word yes, - but they say it anyway," he muttered, performing his solo act to the accompaniment of a smooth jazz selection by FourPlay. - to be continued -
  25. Oh me oh my, wake up from your fits of delusions. Read it here and you will find it fair. The following are my EXACT words on Tyler Perry. And if I did say - which I did not - that Halle's role was not Oscar worthy, that's only speaking the significance of THAT role. There could have been better performances that year. So what they hell is your point? I did not, and never have said the woman couldn't act! Cynique, you're losing it. So, I am standing on mine and my side of the street, but where on earth have you drifted? But after reading the following, I think it might jog your memory. My words are documented and your's seem to be lost in your emotional turmoil. Cynique, you keep asking for these ass-whoopings and I am abliged to give you what you want. Now listen, be careful what you ask for and if you come looking for me or calling my name, you must have noticed that I will not take pity on a shit talking old lady. Here it comes. Read'em and weep. TO MY NAY-SAY FRIENDS OF TYLER PERRY AND FOR COLORED GIRLS. Blow it out your ass! Yeah, that's what I said, find a clue and some toilet paper. Well carey,"Tyler Perry is a Black dysfunction porn pimp. He thinks that because he's so dysfunctional that all Black people are as well. I think Oprah falls into this category too" Is that right? Well let me tell you a thang or two. I get so tired of negros that watch a movie, and then cry about how it makes "us" look. Give me a freaking break! First, it's a damn movie, okay. It's one story in time. It's one of a thousand avenues in which one could draw a conclusion and/or opinion on any number of topics including race, sexual abuse, or rather or not the Miami Heat will win the NBA Championship. Depending on who you ask, it's highly probably a mega-ton of thoughts will follow. And please excuse me, did I miss the memo? When did the mystical "ambiguous" other folks (eye in the sky) ever love us? I mean, did I miss the call that said we've been loved for the last 200 years? If there was no such doctrine, then why (NOW?) are some folks concerned with how a movie (one movie) projects a black face, or highlights real issues within our community? Come on, if a person gets their core knowledge from a damn movie and uses that "limited" knowledge to draw a conclusion based solely from that source, THAT person is an idiot! Consequently, if someone worries about that fool's opinion, then hey, what does that say about them? If you talk to a fool long enough, there will soon be two fools talking - and arguing - talking about absolutely nothing. So Tyler Perry portrays the black man as an evil usurper of woman. Really... how so, and even though, so.... and? And what, those monsters don't exist? Spare me, Tyler Perry didn't create those brutal men, look out your window, or look in your family tree. Please, lets keep this real. Who's fooling who? Listen, personally I do not think Tyler Perry is a great director. But that opinion is not based on the subject matter in his films. Why should it? And now we have some folks attacking the man's character because some of his films include abused women and whorish men. Lordy lordy, we don't want that to get out. The general public can't handle that new (news). What will they think of us now? Do you hear me.... nothing has changed because there's nothing to change. Didn't the same freaks come out at night when "Precious" landed. Didn't I hear the same black zombies and mammy rags cry foul? Sure I did. In fact, I wrote a song about it. Here it goes... The greatest show on earth. The most super-fabulous, splenderocious, Mega-magnanimous event of the year. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you Ray "Jamie Fox" Charles vs Mary "Mo’nique" Jones. Tyler Perry and the man that raped the woman in For Colored Girls. But first, let’s get the preliminary fights out of the way. I am still alive. I mean, I watched the movies "Precious" and "Ray" and For Colored Girls, and I am still here. That must make me a special kind of survivor - huh? I don’t feel compelled to shoot heroin or rape my daughter, so I must be special. My white neighbors still wave at me as they pass by. I don’t know what they are saying in their homes, nor do I care. A Precious lived down the street from me. The rumors and whispers surrounding the father of her children have stood the test of time. We called her father, Icewater. The other day I passed by the welfare office. I spotted several "Mo`niques" exchanging Newport cigarettes. I knew some of them – I waved and kept driving. I know several women that have been brutalized by the hands of men. In fact, last year, one was murdered by the hands of her lover. And check this, ol'boy had done it before. After doing a ten year bit, he got out and did it again. Now he's doing life. Let me continue. Last week I accompanied my granddaughter to her school. Ms. Cornrolls, the schools receptionist , greeted me with a smile. I returned the favor and threw in a hug. I’ve coached teenage thugs. I know their mothers and fathers. I am still alive. "Precious" and "Ray" and "For Colored Girls" are movies. Can we move forwards? Did Mo`nique kill the part of Precious Jones!? Did she not waver in that role? Wasn’t she the epitome of every abusive mother in the world. How about Kimberly Elise in FCG? Did she bring her A-game or what? Thandie Newton might not get an Oscar nod for her performance but she was the best whorish tramp that I've seen in some time. But wait, they were black women in despair, so we can't champion their roles, can we? Jamie Fox was Ray Charles. While watching "Ray" I witnessed Jamie morph into Ray Charles, one of the greatest R & B singers of all time. And remember, Ray Charles was a heroin addict. I wonder how many people bought a trey bag after watching that movie? In every detail, Mo`nique captured my vision of the quintessential angry, hostile, vicious, manipulative, cunning and insecure women. She took me there. And wait, Ray Charles was a womanizer. I wonder what the white man thinks about that. Well, no I don't. Again, I could care less about their views of us. I mean, why should I? They will continue to do what they've always done. That is, let us hang ourselves, while they sit back, and wait, to pickup the trash. I understand Ray Charles addiction to heroin. I also understand the resentment Mary Jones had for her daughter, however, I do not condone either’s behavior. Yet, I am sure neither individual signed up for that road of ignorance. Therefore, I refuse to convict them for their character flaws or lay total blame at their feet, nor that of Lee Daniels, the director of Precious. Mary Jones said "I did what my mother told me". I few days ago, a friend of mine told me that Mr. So-n-So was a good man. I asked her how she knew that. She paused, then said "well, he had a good job and tired to show his son’s how to be men". I asked her if she’d ever been in his house. She said it was a dirty mess. She went on to say there were rumors of him abusing his wife. Rumors mind you, but she did notice his wife’s soft steps when in the company of her husband. My friend was married to this man’s son. She said he was the worst SOB she’d ever known. He abused her for 30 years. Opps, I shouldn't talk about that, right? Mo `nique (Mary Jones) did what her mother told her. She pointed a finger at Precious and said, "It’s this bitches fault, she made [my man] leave. She let him have her. She made him leave, who else is gonna love me!?". That damn Lee Daniels and Tyler Perry, they're always throwing that mess in our face, right? Wrong, the mess was already in our face, some folks just don't want to look at it. Jamie Fox’s portrayal of Ray Charles was one of the best performance I `ve seen in my lifetime. And, the scene in the welfare office with Mariah Carey (Ms. Weiss) and Precious was grand theater. Mo `nique’s acting in that scene was probably the best performance that I `ve ever witnessed by a black actress. No, not probably, it was the best performance I ‘ve ever seen. I’d argue against any contenders. Tyler Perry's latest effort may not be Oscar worthy, and truthfully, it's not. However, much of the criticism is pointed in the wrong direction. But really, and more importantly, what can we REALLY do to change the minds of those that love to swim in negativity? Think about that. And think about why I didn't give my overall review of For Colored Girls? Well, I'll tell you. This morning I talked about this movie for about 3 hours. I got strung out debating this movie with the poet laureate of our city. Really, that's her official title. So I had my hands full. Then my daughter called and it was on again. So I was worn out. But if you ask me a few questions, I can't tell a lie.
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