here is the link

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/bassey-ikpi/a-little-sympathy-for-the_b_809843.html

Have you ever been eating with somebody & then they taste something disgusting and immediately offer it to you to share in the experience? “YUK! Here, taste this!” I have never understood that exchange.

I also have never understood why so many folks claim to despise negative stereotypical images fed to us, but continue to support them.

I believe Melvin Van Peebles was the one that once said Hollywood has an Achilles wallet: if it makes money no matter what it is they will make it. So it could be said that Hollywood and televison are artistically/politically/morally neutral – they couldn’t care less if it’s a movie about Madea or Mumia as long as it makes money. Examples range from corporate support and wide distribution of Michael Moore’s antiestablishment documentaries, to the Kwanzaa cups at McDonald’s. It could be further said that the responsibility lies with the audience then, to make quality decisions that in turn effect the quality and content of the material. But it seems to me that every time there is an award show on BET or a racist misogynistic reality show or a poorly written melodramatic farce celebrating contemporary coonery, folks FLOCK to it in unprecedented numbers.

Some claim intellectual curiousity, some say they can’t comment unless they see it, some just love it as a guilty pleasure – all of which are fine. My issue comes with the fact that if you put money into supporting these projects then they will continue to make them – even bigger and more frequently. My greater issue comes with the fact that we collectively as audience members don’t find and support the alternatives with the same amount of enthusiasm. We don’t search out and support and vote with our dollars for the films, shows, movies and art that enhance and cleberate our mythology.

Boycotting beef for its unhealthy practices has forced supermakets to carry healthier grades of meat; it is because of people’s knowledge of pesticides and their action against buying those things that we have the word organic plastered on everything. Our money is our vote. Enough people did not buy the crappy stuff and voted with their dollars for the more expensive, more difficult to find, healthier alternatives – and the market changed to adapt for that. Healthier options are now more accessible, less expensive, and companies are falling all over themselves to offer them.

The current talk of the town is the new Tyler Perry adaptation of Ntozake Shange’s “For Colored Girls…” There is a lot of dissenting opinion over whether he should have been the one to handle such sensitive and culturally important material, and critics are already panning the result. But even among those who claim to not like the idea are many who are willing to contribute toward the success of its opening night. I can’t count how many folk – most of whom could never stand a Tyler Perry flick – are organizing viewing parties and screening trips.

To sum up the questions this calls to mind for me:

Why do we support things that we proclaim not to like? Do we just like to hate? Are we a hater nation? A group folks who rather than taking the time to find the things that serve our soul, would rather eat what’s offered to us no matter how bad because the temporary moment of collective hate gives us a sense of unity, inclusion and power?

I use the term ‘hate’ with some trepidation b/c i feel like the term has its own issues. Too often we claim ‘hate’ for honest, constructive criticism — or hold back criticism for fear of being labeled a hater. But if we stigmatize all criticism as hate, what does that do to our ability to hold our cultural output to a higher standard? Are we doomed instead to accept without feedback whatever drivel is produced in our name?

Do we not realize that these films, songs, and images travel around the world, and are projected forward in time? They serve as our representation in places we may never go personally.

I feel like we are commenting on how sad the fire burning down our house is instead of trying to put the flames out.

We have the advantage of coming from a technological time of incredible diversity. Between TV, movies, cable, and the internet we have more choice in entertainment than previous generations could have imagined. Today’s adults also have the advantage of spanning eras – we may look at violent video games in a different way, for example, because we were rasied on pin ball machines and Pac Man. What we fail to realize is that right now is the oldschool for someone else. What kind of impact are we having on the future if we dont make diversity available to the future tastemakers of society?

The history of race in hollywood is far beyond the scope of what i want to talk about here, but i’ll just say that race has been wound up in the growth of the genre since its invention. Film has not made a growth spurt or technological innovation without a significant statement on its perception of people of color.

1st feature length movie: the birth of a nation
first ‘talkie’: the jazz singer
first color film: gone with the wind
one of the first films shot digitally: starwars phantom menace (need i remind you of jar jar binks, the ridiculous ‘asian’ stereotype characters which opened the movie, or the ‘jewish’ mosquito character?)
honorable mention as a large advance in special effects: king kong (a movie i feel like they remake every 5 minutes)

but no longer can we completely point the finger at a Hollywood system that won’t let us in, if we are the ones behind the camera and more importantly the ones supporting the exact type of product we wish to change. one of the most important parts of any performance is the audience. if we are an audience that does not seek out and celebrate the best, we can’t expect the best.

I will not belittle Tyler Perry as i feel he is NOT the problem. The problem as I see it is diversity/choice. The problem is distribution and access. The problem is that there never seem to be any more than 4 actors of color in theatres at any one time – usually in a comedy and usually not the lead. The problem is that despite the technology available to us, we do not have as much choice and variety as we may think. The problem is, i have a new favorite film I’m going to recommend at the end of this piece, and could only find one possible place for you to see it.

Name 2 asian american leads in a film this year or in the past 5 that wasnt a comedy
Name 1 lead actress of african decnst in a dramatic film in the past ten
Name a “Quirky” indie film that stars an majority Latino cast
Name a film with a Middle Eastern character who is not the villain.
Name a film with a gay lead character where their sexuality was not the central issue of the story.
Name a special effects movie or science fiction movie with major cast members of color.
Name a movie where the lead black male had power that he doesn’t give away to a white character.

I don’t claim to have the answers. I’m trying my best, with my humble store and film company but i’m only one person with one vote and one voice. We all have to work at this if we want change. Entertainment has never been JUST entertainment for us. Throughout our history, entertainment has been a tool/instrument of revolution, and a barometer of change. Don’t negate the power of social media and the internet as one of these tools. Our ancestors in this country did a lot more with a lot less.

Seek the alternative. Find it, support it, spread the word about it. I just watched a Brazilian film from 2009 called Besouro – about a legendary capoiera player in 1920s Bahia, Brazil. I cannot express what a life-changing film this was for me, but i intend to try in a future post. In the meantime, here is the link the the trailer. You can purchase the DVD on amazon.com – PLEASE do so, then hold a screening party.

Support good film.

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(Overheard on the 6:40 To Croton Harmon)

“She been at my house for a week my nigga…”

“A week?”

“Yeah, she been there since I had the cable cut off. I’m about to turn that shit back on though. Tired of that bitch being in my house…”

(5 minutes later…)

“Told you, my nigga, ignore that shit. Act like that phone ain’t even ring. When she say, ‘Why you ain’t call me?’ just tell her ‘I’m callin’ you now, right?’ And if she keep up with it, or say some shit you can’t come back from, hang up. Her insecurity will be eatin’ at her my nigga.”

(3 minutes later…)

“…yeah, I’ll throw you some bread to get ya nails done, but you need to be hiding them toes. Shits is mad long like fingers. She can pick shit up with them, for real my nigga. I told her, you don’t need them done. You need to cover them shits up.”

(3 minutes after that…)

“I go to _______ house yo. She got her own crib. Whenever I need to get off the streets, I chill there.”

“She work?”

“Fuck no she don’t work. Her kids is dumb, kna mean, so she get a FAT check. Her fridge always stay stocked my nigga.”

Now before I go on with this, I need to let you guys know that I’ve had a pretty bad fucking day at this point. Had I not had a pretty bad fucking day, I may have found some of this never ending spew of misogyny sorta funny. Hysterical actually. Like…

Who ARE these worthless women that these dudes are talking to? And who are these dudes?
Are they Don Draper or some shit?

So I peeked over.

Wow.

Du-rag. Long dingy tee shirt. Plaid shorts from ten years ago. Dirty sneakers. Scruffy. Need a shower and a shave bad and yet…I had the feeling that he was telling the truth.

Those women really do let him treat them that way.

*Phone ring*

The other one checked his phone and winced a little before answering.

(Sweet as pie…) “Whats up Ma? I ain’t heard from you in a minute. What’s good with you?…. Nothing. On the Metro-North. What you been doing with your fine self? ….. oh word? … nah, I’m sayin’, I called you a few times…. you ain’t answer. Must be something wrong with the phone…you on AT&T?”

….WE INTERRUPT THIS EARHUSTLE FOR A TEST FROM THE EMERGENCY “THAT NEGRO IS SO FULL OF SHIT” BROADCAST SYSTEM. THIS IS ONLY A TEST…

I didn’t even realize I was glaring at dude like a kid who’d rolled in the dirt in his Easter suit. He realized it though.
Meant to tell him that look wasn’t for him…he just reminded me of a big ol’ attitude that I hadn’t quite gotten over about this one time… “AT&T”’s service was SO BAD that, apparently…you can totally miss ten calls.

Yeah. Ten. (heavy sigh)

Anyway…

(Two days earlier…)

“…So I told him, you wanna be fat, then you’re going to date fat gay guys. If you want the hot, attractive gay guys, you have to be hot and attractive. Get your lazy ass to the gym.”

I already knew this. It’s an accepted fact amongst gay men. I mean, the other night, I was in a room full of hot gay men, all of which who were either 40 or close to it. They all looked 31… one of them could probably pass for a hard 29.

“So why don’t straight men look like this?” I asked. “Is it just because women let them get away with that getting sloppy shit?”

“Unfortunately, it’s always been skewed towards security for women. Finances. He makes more, he dictates what’s comfortable to him. He’s the husband you’re afraid will walk out and leave you with the kids. There are plenty of women out there who’ll take him if you don’t want him. The playing field is different. And if he wants to sit around and become sloppy and lazy, he will do that. That’s not the case with gay men. We’re both men. We both make money. We’re both independent. If you leave, there’s a whole club full of younger, cuter, hotter. But to keep yourself competitive, you need to keep yourself up. Most men are assholes that way. Like attracts like.”

(Anyway…back Assholes #1 & #2. When we last left off, Asshole #2 was talking to some chick and …)

“You know what… I know you ain’t just call me to talk all this shit? I’mma hit you back.
Nah…I’mma hit you back.” He looked at plaid shorts.

“That’s how you handle these bitches, my nigga.” he said, as if this was the gospel.

Now, I could handle this two ways. 1. We, as women, are fucked if this is the norm or even the subconscious of the male mind or 2. These guys are exclusive assholes and this behavior only applies to them.

Right. Well…

I’m a big believer in the law of attraction, and that particular day, I’d been attracting all sorts of nasty, vile people to me, basically because I was in a nasty, vile mood and…well… misery loves company. So it didn’t really surprise me that I was sitting next to these assholes.
What surprised me was, the first thing I thought about was “those poor girls”.

Then, I thought about it some more. Wait a minute. In order to attract THIS type of dude… you can’t be the nicest person on Earth. I mean, if the law is true, these chicks were probably pretty grimy too.

And if that law is right, then gay men stay hot, strictly because they’re giving off that swagger. That “hot gay dude swagger” and more flock to the circle.

Like being a popular crowd of kids, (who are secretly insecure but hide all that shit with clothes and self importance), who is gonna flock together? More of the same.

Now if this is all true, this got me to thinking… exactly WHAT the hell am I attracting?

Exactly what I asked for…OR… was I attracting what I WAS?

The Law Of Attraction works like this. Even if you don’t want something…if you ask for it, you got it coming to you.

So…if you say “I don’t want attention from unavailable dudes.” Your phone will ring off the hook with married guys. (Trust me on this.)

Or if you say, “I don’t want to seem like a pain in the ass…” You get the point.

So if on that particular day… hell… in the past ten years, I’d been attracting assholes with swagger…did I actually ASK for them?

And the answer was… yes. I completely fucking asked for them.

I’d say things like, “He’s a great guy, but I’d walk all over him. He needs to be a little bit of an asshole. I NEED A MAN WHO WILL FIGHT BACK AND KEEP ME ON MY TOES..”

Oh I got that all right. Over and over and… even when I took a break from dudes, once I returned to dating.. again with the Asshole Swagger. I couldn’t shake it.

I mean, to the point where they actually SAY they’re Assholes. I mean, OUTLOUD.
And I thought that was… cute?

Then I began to have that Kaiser Soze moment from “The Usual Suspects”.

I started hearing the voices of dudes I’d dated floating in my head…

“I’m an asshole…I’ll fully admit that.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time somebody called me an asshole…”

“Women tend to think I’m an asshole…”

“I’m a nice guy with a little bit of asshole…”

Wholly. Fucking. Shit.

This blew me away to the point of me having to leave my apartment before I drove myself crazy…so; I put on some sneakers and ran it out.

Ran to my favorite spot, sat on my favorite bench, got really quiet and did what my Mother taught me to do.

“Snuffy, if you don’t like something…change it. Stop complaining about it. Period. Point blank. End of conversation.”

So I stayed there until I changed the frequency. In a form of a prayer…something like this…

“So, the assholes were fun, but I’m done with that now. I’d like something in a size… fun and respectful. Inclusive, where we share the same worlds, have fun together and I’m not always “on my toes”. I’m tired of being “on my toes”. I want to relax. Keep the assholes away please. They were fun in my 20’s (were they really?) But I’d like a good dude now. I won’t walk all over him, because I’d respect him too much for that, which means, I am pledging not to be an asshole myself. Thanks.”

Figure it out asshole.

Sat there till it took hold, till I allowed this in and made it a belief (like I did the “asshole swagger” thing), and then came home.

First things first, I thanked my FB friends for telling me not to give up, (even if they had no idea what I was talking about)… then took notice of something… odd.

Two of the assholes quoted above LEFT FACEBOOK. Or at least defriended me.
I mean, gone. Poof. They were there yesterday. Today? Not so much.

Five plutonic “good dudes” contacted me to make sure I was good. Not in a “lets go out on this date..” vibe, but genuinely good dudes . Whose wives I know or who are old friends or … whatever. The point is…GOOD DUDES just started…showing up.

And just like that… everything changed.

……………………………………………………

“We can go eat at my house my nigga. She still there, I’ll tell her to cook before she break out.”

“Nah. I’m going to roll this blunt and then bounce my dude. I gotta go check on this chick yo. She salty.”

“Man …I told you. You too soft. Fuck these bitches.”

“Nah…this one’s good. I’mma get up with you tomorrow…”

And with that, he gave his boy a pound, looked at me and exited at Marble Hill.

Wow. There’s hope.

(Sixty seconds later…)

“What’s up Ma…”

“NOT A FUCKING CHANCE IN HELL.”

..and I promptly exited at Spuyten Duyvil.

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Nyree Emory is co-host of talk radio show Chocolate Cake Radio – where actual black women talk about sex, love, relationships, and other vital concerns. don’t believe the hype! listen to the real cake. http://www.facebook.com/choccakeradio

Red Clay: High and Low from Shawn Peters on Vimeo.

“A new performance art project that we have been working on with RED CLAY called High and Low, the name is based on the Kurosawa film with the same title. We take High art to common places and see what reactions we get.” – Shawn Peters

Duke professor Mark Anthony Neal and Grammy winning producer 9th Wonder (pictured left) are using SunMoonChild – amazing song by imani uzuri, amazing video by Pierre Bennu – as part of the midterm exam for their course, ’sampling soul.’ The course is about black cultural production and the tradition of borrowing/remixing/sampling and how it all relates to today’s legal issues of intellectual property rights and copyright law. Since YouTube just removed SunMoonChild after three years this issue cuts particularly close for us.

He’s made the midterm public on his blog to encourage a wider dialogue and wider exposure to the ideas. Stop by and give it a read, comment if you can! )

–jb.

As a DJ, an artist, a sometime teacher, and the son of an academic, I will never get tired of marveling at the intersection of HipHop and academia. It’s an honor to have my work thought of as contributing to this discussion.

–pb

When you get a plant from the store it might seem healthy, but in actuality it has already outgrown the container it’s in.

It must be put in a larger container or it will die.

When you take it out of its old container you will see the roots so tightly packed that they are in the shape of the pot.

You must firmly/gently crush it out of this shape to free the roots. Some use a razor blade to free the roots.

The plant may go into shock but this is necessary for growth.

If the roots are not freed it won’t matter what pot u put it in… the roots will grow in on themselves & choke the plant.

I repeat: despite the new environment, if the roots are NOT liberated from their growth pattern, that pattern of growth will kill them.

Their growth will kill them.

Once the roots are significantly spread you can now put it in a new pot.

The spread roots can search for nutrients in new places & give the plant support in the new environment.

Yes the plant might be in shock due to the change but the proper prep will give it a better chance in its new environment

b/c that’s what i do, instead of blogging as often as i should. I tweet.
anyway, I wondered why so-called ‘news’ organizations were not treating the former as a terrorist attack, and why we were still hearing about tiger woods at all.

in my string of tweets, i mentioned racism as marketing, and one of my twitter folks asked for clarification. I doubted I could explain what I meant in 140 characters or less, so I wrote this post. enjoy.

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The mark of a great marketing campaign is when the idea or slogan transcends the product. it attaches to the cultural consciousness, and when attached to the product, makes the product greater.

for instance, nike’s campaign, “Just Do It’ transcended the product, and began to be applied to everything from winning a basketball game, to graduating from college, to giving birth. it’s now a part of our cultural vocabulary. another example is the 1930s ad campaign for diamonds. prompted by a flagging demand, advertisers coined the phrase ‘a diamond is forever,’ and promoted the idea that one was simply necessary to cement an engagement. the advertisers even came up with an arbitrary ‘2 months salary’ rule. prior to that campaign, diamonds were NOT traditionally associated with marriage or engagement. but the concept has become so entrenched in our culture most of us have no idea it originated as marketing.

racism as we know it in the new world, was also implemented as a marketing ploy. the goal of this campaign was to devalue human beings to the status of chattel. this had to be accomplished in order for other human beings to be able to kidnap, buy, sell, torture, maim, rape, kill, and work them to death, while maintaining a sense of their moral correctness.

The product was slavery. a free work force. you couldn’t have a free work force if everyone was catching feelings every time someone dropped dead from exhaustion, screamed for their stolen child, etc. in order to ’sell’ the idea that human beings should be treated as chattel, the marketing ploy of racism had to be employed. the message was, ‘these people are not like you and me, they are different, inferior, subhuman.’

The next step was branding. Adidas brand is represented by three stripes. Nike’s brand is represented by the swoop. When you see the swoop, you think ‘just do it.’ the ‘brand’ of inferior human being, came to be represented by darker skin. this campaign was so successful, that dark people were associated with this product almost exclusively. Conversely, light people were associated with the opposite of this product, so that even those who could not afford slaves (the vast majority) felt a sense of entitlement.

Dark skin had become a shorthand, a symbol for the campaign. the media message of racism was so successful, it transcended the initial product and became attached to the cultural consciousness, so that even when the initial product (chattel slavery) no longer existed, the marketing message was entrenched enough that it could be handily applied to dismantling reconstruction efforts, segregating bathrooms and burial plots, and instituting jim crow laws.

so, that’s that.

When we talk about American media, and racism, I can’t help but think about ‘the birth of a nation.’ the first feature-length film made in America was a 3 hour diatribe about the reprehensibility of black people and the ‘heroic’ rise of the klan. All the blacks in the film were played by white actors, and most of the racist film stereotypes that we know of were introduced for the first time in that film. this was the INTRODUCTION of a brand new and extremely powerful medium of communication, and it was used to reinforce the brand message of racism. Race riots ensued across the country when the film was shown.

Racism the marketing concept had become unmoored from its attachment of the ‘product’ of slavery, and turned into a cultural trope that could be used in any arena to generate an emotional response, to turn a profit, etc.

As the world changed, the applications have changed, but the fact that racism can still be used, for example, as a wedge issue in an election to rouse people to vote against their own self-interest out of fear, is proof of the power of the marketing message.

Compound that w/the fact that this country has been pushing this advertising for four centuries, that’s a LOT of brand recognition.

by pierre bennu
edited/big words by jamyla bennu
(lol)

- The best that ever did it would have been from Brooklyn.

- There would be double dutch beefs.

- they would have platinum telephone cords ropes.

- They would objectify men in their videos.

- They would not give male jumpers the credit they deserve.

- There would be “positive” jumpers & “gangsta” jumpers.

- There would be jumpers that dumb it down by jumping with one rope.

- Turners would be replaced by something digital.

- it would be dead already.

- 40 year old women would be wearing Gucci print Jellys talking about they’re maintaining the culture.

- adidas would have a jumping shoe .

 Message from the Average Black Person on HuffingtonPost