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#BlackLivesMatter: Sing Until the Whole World Hears…

July 30, 2015

150727121814-cecil-the-lion-2-medium-plus-169     I am just going to go out on a limb today and just say it (out loud): I cannot believe that in a society where black folks are being hunted down and killed every single day, folks are more compassionate and concerned and upset about the hunting, stalking, and killing of ‪#‎CeciltheLion. Do understand that I am not in support of what happened, I just cannot (for the life of me) join the public outrage alongside folks who will not cry, will not weep, and can not support or understand what is happening to black folks around this country. I feel like we are under siege and in the middle of a War that we did not start and we cannot win. So, since the world is focusing so much on Cecil, then I do have some questions/comments to add:

  1. What could Cecil have done to avoid being shot?

  2. Perhaps Cecil shouldn’t have looked so threatening and angry all of the time.

  3. Maybe if Cecil had cut his mane, he would not have looked so scary.

  4. Maybe if Cecil didn’t have a lifetime of violent behavior, he would still be alive.

  5. Where were Cecil’s parents? They should have known better.

  6. Maybe the Minnesota dentist was afraid for his life and flew all the way to Zimbabwe to take care of this threat.

  7. Maybe the dentist was just Standing His Ground and his behavior can be excused and understood.

  8. Perhaps the dentist thought he was grabbing his Taser and grabbed the rifle instead – mistakes do happen in the heat of the moment.

  9. Lions kill other lions all of the time and nobody has a problem with that.

  10. I stand with the dentist – and have started a Go Fund Me account for him.

  11. Maybe the arrows and the bullets gave him superhuman strength because Cecil kept coming after the dentist even after he was shot.

  12. Maybe if Cecil had a job, he would not have even been outside.

  13. Are we even sure that the dentist is responsible, maybe Cecil did this to himself?

  14. #‎CecilsLifeMatters ‪#‎TheDentistsLifeMatters ‪#‎AllAnimalLivesMatter –so stop making it all about one lion.

Sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it? Yep, so now you see what we deal with everyday in the fight to convince the world that ‪#‎BlackLivesMatter

http://www.cnn.com/2015/07/28/africa/zimbabwe-lion-killed/index.html?sr=fb072815lionhunter645pVODtopLink

#SayHerNameSyllabus

July 20, 2015
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An Open Letter to My Son on the Eve of Graduating from the 8th Grade

July 2, 2015

I. Musings

Dear son:

     I woke up this morning and realized that in just a few years, I will celebrate my 25th college reunion. I remember the day when I graduated because that was the moment when I felt invincible. I felt that the world was mine and that I could bend it and shape it to meet my will. I felt brilliant as if I was going to change the world, cure cancer, and end world poverty. I felt like I was special and that I was the one that the world had been waiting for to solve the hard problems. I was told that I was smart and given multiple opportunities to prove it. It has been almost twenty-five years and I realized this morning that I have yet to change the world. I also realized, in that same moment, that I am no longer interested in trying to do so. I no longer even think that is possible to change the entire world; instead, I now believe that the best that I can do is try to change myself and focus on making the people and the situations around me a little bit better. I realized this morning that despite what I was told twenty-five years ago, I am not special; in fact, I am pretty ordinary. As I have gotten older and I have watched my parents’ age and I have worked to help you to make the best choices in your life, I have come to understand that this experiment that we call life is special but the everyday living is not. Life is hard and it is full of challenges and disappointments, extraordinary moments and ordinary days. It is full of paying bills, going to work, and working hard to find meaning in your own reality. It is about standing up for what you believe in and walking away from situations that are damaging to your spirit. It is about learning how to see beyond your own life so that you can help those who have a greater more pressing need at that moment. The hardest part of life is realizing that even if you do not actively participate in making it better, it is going to continue; and, even if you are the next Martin Luther King, Jr., Medgar Evers, John F. Kennedy, Jr., or Patrice Lumumba—life is going to and can continue even without you. Your graduation ceremony is special but you are not.

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II. Challenges

     In the same way that David McCullough, Jr. challenged the 2012 graduating class of Wellesley High School, I challenge you to think about what it means to be ordinary because ordinary people are the ones who push us to be better than what we are.[1] I challenge you to actively reject being defined as special and instead, be you, be ordinary, and be an active participant in this experiment. Pay your taxes, look both ways before you cross the street, and speak up when you see someone being bullied. Be ordinary and volunteer at the local shelter, help kids learn how to read, and root for the underdog. You, more than any other generation, are a part of a generation of young people who have been coddled and loved, protected and pampered, you have been caught before you have fallen and shown how to fly before you were taught how to crawl. You have learned, through social media, how to document every aspect of your life and how to be a star in your own eyes. I blame myself (and my generation) for this, as we have done this to you. I told you that you were special and then I put every piece of technology in your hands and helped you to project your “specialness” onto the world. I have not allowed you to fail or to even make decisions on your own. I have micromanaged every part of your life so that I could feel special through you. I now challenge you to adopt the same spirit that Martin Luther had when he wrote and posted his Ninety-Five Theses or that Ida Bell Wells-Barnett had when she was forcibly removed from a train and sued the railroad company and consciously reject this label and instead seek to be ordinary.

     Find moments when you can be introspective, writing in a journal instead of posting on Facebook or losing yourself in a moment instead of taking a picture of the moment to share with the world. Be ordinary, try something new and if you fail at it, laugh and start something else. Being ordinary is similar to having grit, which means that you are committed to getting back up every time you fall, you work hard to learn from both your successes and your failures, you are not consumed with your own life, and you are an active participant in making your little piece of forever better. Special people want to but can never change the world; ordinary people are the ones who keep the world moving forward and hopefully, moving forward in the right direction.  I look forward to being there on that day when you embrace who you are and you discover what it is that you are meant to do to make the world a better place.

Until…

Mom

[1] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_lfxYhtf8o4

#BlackMommyActivism: Things I Never Thought I Would Have to Tell My Black Sons

May 2, 2015

SHARED ACTIVISM

By Karsonya Wise Whitehead

Copyright May 2, 2015

For the past two weeks, my sons (14 and 12) and I have been participating in the #JusticeforFreddieGrey protests that have taken place across the city. From visiting his neighborhood to marching down to City Hall, they have had an opportunity to be baptized by the water of the Movement. My youngest son once said, “If the revolution is trapped in the clouds then we should do everything we can to make it rain.” So, we have spent the past two weeks trying to make it rain! Along the way, I have written down some #BlackMommyIsms or “Things I Never Thought I Would Have to Tell My Black Sons.” Enjoy:

The March to Justice

The March to Justice

1. Pack a sandwich for the Protest March because I am not buying any snacks
2. No, that money is not for Starbucks, it’s cab money in case we get separated
3. If they use pepper spray, close your eyes, bow your heads, and use the milk I packed in your bag. No don’t drink it, pour it in your eyes.
4. If we get separated – ask one of the Bloods or Crips for help
5. If I get arrested – don’t come with me; call your father for help
6. The song is “No weapon formed against me shall prosper” Not “No weapon formed against me Is Proper”
7. No you can’t go March with the Black Israelites just because you like their purple shirts
8. No you can’t go take a selfie with the National Guard
9. Yes when they start praying you should keep your eyes open
10. No I don’t think you should get yourself arrested as a show of solidarity for the cause
11. No I don’t think it’s counterrevolutionary if I stop for coffee on the way to the March.
12. Stop telling the lady that you want integrated hot chocolate.
13. An iPhone 6 will absolutely Not make you a better protestor.
14. Don’t you dare stage a walk out during your history class just because your teacher is not talking about Freddie Grey.
15. “Mom, how far are we going to march? “I don’t know” “How far are we going to March?” “I don’t know.” “How far–” “Until freedom comes!”
16. Yelling I’m the next Dr. King while doing The Whip so doesn’t go together.
17. Get out of mirror practicing how you are going to look for your mug shot. I said that wasn’t funny the first time you did it.
18. Yes I know that your #BaseballLifeMatters but you are missing practice for the March tonight.
19. What do you mean pretend that I’m not your Mom? I think that girl is 18 and you are 14.
20. You can say that “you have nothing to lose but your chains” all day long but you are not catching a cab and meeting me at the end of the March.

#BaltimoreUprising: Freddie Grey and the Future of America

May 2, 2015

by Karsonya Wise Whitehead

copyright May 1, 2015

I. PLATO & THE IDEA OF THE GOOD

I believe in the idea of the good. I believe that good people working together can bring about change. I believe that good things can happen even when you least expect them. I believe that good ideas once spoken become a part of our collective consciousness. I believe that good people working together can fix a myriad of problems. I believe that the most revolutionary job in the world, outside of being a teacher, is to be a change agent. I believe that good work—work that you can build upon, stand on, and stand behind—is both necessary and hard to do. I believe in the idea of the good and this is why I work for justice even though I understand that it may never happen.

     When I first watched the Freddie Grey video, I was stunned not because I thought that things like this did not happen but because I realized—in this climate of #BlackLivesMatter—that it was still happening. I spent countless nights thinking about Grey and his life and how the system just needs to be fixed. I traveled up to his neighborhood and listened to his friends and family members testify about their lives and about the daily challenges that come with being black and poor in America. I attended marches and rallies, took pictures and recorded oral interviews.  It was not until I interviewed a young boy—who told me that no matter what he does or where he goes, he is still black in America and he is still a target—that I sadly realized the problem with my thinking. I had always assumed that the system was broken and that hard work and good people would change it. I now understand that our system is not broken. It is working exactly as it was designed to work

 

photo courtesy of @mmmmmrtha

photo courtesy of @mmmmmrtha

II. MAPPING THE SYSTEM

In the mid-1600s, as American slavery began to take root, the system began a slow process of dehumanizing and criminalizing the black body. This was something that had to happen so that this brutal inhumane system could function. White people had to be complicit and they had to believe that black people were less than human. They had to buy into the system. America began to transform itself from a nation with slaves (where slavery was a part of the economic system) into a slave nation (where slavery drove the economic system). The system was working. This peculiar institution lasted close to 200 years and allowed this country and slave owners to economically grow and develop at an almost unheard of pace. As the colonies begin to expand and state lines were being drawn, slavery continued to flourish and grow. As the Revolutionary War raged on and our founding fathers and mothers (many of them large-scale slaveholders) fought for freedom from the British, slavery—like a mustard seed—sank deep into our soil and became one of the cornerstones of our political, economic, and social system. At the same time as literacy rates begin to climb as more white children were taught to read, laws were established that made it illegal to teach a black person to read or write. As the nation promoted the idea of the strength of the white family, black couples who were unable to marry were routinely separated from their children and from their chosen partners. They were absolutely voiceless and considered as three-fifths of a human for tax purposes. The system worked because it kept black people completely controlled, by seeing them as animals and putting policies in place that treated them as such.

When slavery ended and the system could have changed, Jim Crow was established and slavery by another name continued to exist. There were no reparations and formerly enslaved black people, without property or land, education or resources, had to find a way to slowly build their communities. The system, the one that had enslaved them for hundreds of years, gave them nothing and in so many ways, believed that they did not deserve anything. Legalized segregation borne out of this idea that black people are inferior to white people lasted for 77 years and drove housing policies, community development, voting practices, and school funding. This law did not end until some Americans were willing to die to force it to change and when it finally did and policies changed, the system—at its core—did not. Black people were and are still dehumanized, still criminalized, and still trying to prove to this world that our lives matter.

 

III. GOING FORWARD

     In Baltimore City, as in many urban cities, black people have the highest rates of unemployment, the lowest rates of literacy, the highest number of high school dropouts, and they tend to live in low-income underdeveloped food deserts. Martin Luther King, Jr. once said that our system must be completely restructured and we must realize that “the problem of racism, the problem of economic exploitation, and the problem of war are all tied together.” These are complicated issues and the only way that they can be changed is for the current system to be dismantled. It is inhumane. It is racist and sexist and classist. It enslaves us all but it is not broken. It is working.

An excerpt from “Letters to My Black Sons: Raising Boys in a Post-Racial America”

February 10, 2015

ii. killing/saving/loving black boys

August 19, 2014

(for Kofi and Amir, ©2014)

By Karsonya “Kaye” Wise Whitehead, Ph.D.

Loyola magazine invited Karsonya “Kaye” Wise Whitehead, Ph.D., assistant professor of communication at Loyola University Maryland, to share an excerpt of her new book, Letters to My Black Sons: Raising Boys in a Post-Racial America.

The book, which was published by Apprentice House on Jan. 23, 2015, offers a compilation of letters, poetry, and notes that Whitehead has written to her sons over the past 14 years. Whitehead will host a number of readings throughout the city, including at the Loyola/Notre Dame Library on Feb. 22, 2015, where the original letters and diaries will be on display from Feb. 22 through the end of March.

Dear boys:

The more I thought about what happened in Ferguson the more frustrated I have become. Today, I am not sure if I can protect you. So instead I will write and cry and pray.

I would like to write you a love letter about peace/ of a time when black men, like black panthers, roamed free/ of a place where black bodies were not endangered and black life was not criminalized.

Alas, I am not old enough to remember life back that far (if it ever even existed in this country).

Neither am I old enough to remember life before Brown.

I suspect (though) that it was not much different than it is now in places like Ferguson and New York and Florida/ places across America where the crime of breathing while black is still punishable by death.

I used to be afraid of white sheets (wouldn’t even use them on my bed) ‘till folks traded them in for blue uniforms/ and then traded their wooden crosses for billy clubs.

My heart always skips a beat when a cop’s car is behind me while I’m driving at night/ and though you are not old enough to drive, I am already frightened by the day when you are stopped for the crime of driving while black.

There are days when being black in America overwhelms me and makes me want to spend the day in bed/ and times when being the black mother of a black boy in America makes me wish I had enough money to move you somewhere where I could keep you safe.

Safe from them—the ones who see your life as expendable and unnecessary/ and from us—those who look at you without realizing that you are a mirror that simply reflects them.

I often think about slavery and how different life was when you could see the hand that held the chain that was attached to the ball that was tied to your ankle.

We come from a people who experienced this daily and still chose to survive.

Survival is our legacy.

And since we survived the Middle Passage as involuntary passengers on a trip that sealed our fate/ And we survived slavery, whips and latches by learning how to give way and stay small/ And we survived the Civil War by claiming freedom at the hands of those who looked like our oppressors

—surviving is our goal.

We are a long-willed stubborn people.

Who survived sharecropping and the period called the nadir,

The Great Depression, Vietnam, Reaganomics, and crack cocaine.

We are a stubborn and strong-willed people.

Who survived lynchings, cross burnings, and being terrorized for wanting to vote and for trying to reclaim our voices.

We who have been beaten and starved,

Disenfranchised and disempowered,

Overlooked and ignored,

Underpaid and underrepresented.

But

We survived because we are strong-willed and stubborn.

And though there are times when we are like strangers in a foreign land/ we look around and wonder how we got here/ we take stock and realize how little we actually have/ we wonder how long we will continue to suffer and die at the hands of both the oppressor and of the oppressed

—we survive anyway.

Because survival is our legacy.

There are days when I look at the two of you and my heart swells with pride

As I think about all that you use to be and all that you can become,

And then I stop and catch my breath/ I grab my chest and clutch my pearls/

I blink back tears and shake my head/ for I am sure that the mother of every unarmed black boy who has died kneeling at the feet of a racist system where guilty verdicts are meted out

—one chokehold at a time

—one gunshot at a time

—one lynching at a time

—one whipping at a time.

I think of them daily (what black mother of black boys doesn’t)

I try to speak their names/ going back as far as I can remember/ adding new names daily.

I do it so that I can remember/ so that the two of you can’t forget/ so that together we can add their names and their lives to the wind so that a piece of them and this moment will remain at this place/ even though we will move one

There are nights when I stand in the doorway of your room—not to wake up you up for the revolution, but to simply remind myself that, just for a moment you are still safe and still here.

All I want (at this moment) is what every other mother wants around the world—the simple comfort of knowing that my son’s life does matter and that my work, to pour love, light, and truth into him, will not be in vain.

I move from being upset and hurt to being angry and infuriated: because from Skittles to hoodies, loud rap music to cigarillos, toy guns to iced tea; whether you are 18 or 12(!), college bound or not, a homeboy or a choir boy, hands held up or down on your knees, walking in the street or standing in Wal-Mart, during the day or at night, in Ohio or in Florida or in Baltimore—you two are Not SAFE in this country.

As your very angry mother, I cannot and will not rest until that truth/that sad reality has been changed.

We are survivors.

We are stubborn.

We are strong-willed.

Survival is our legacy and surviving everyday—in this system—is our goal.

There will come a day when you will know what it means to be free/what it means to be safe/what is means to be.

I look forward to being there with you, on the dawn of this new day, and to celebrating with you.

Until…

Mom

Baltimore Sun Op=Ed Series: Part 1 “From Enslavement to Freedom”

February 8, 2015

FromSlaverytoFreedom_slide1x_365_y_273“From enslavement to freedom

© Karsonya Wise Whitehead, Ph.D. (kewhitehead@loyola.edu)

Editor’s note: This is part one of a four part series of op-eds that examine and explore the state of black America.

http://www.baltimoresun.com/news/opinion/oped/bs-ed-bhm-series-1-20150207-story.html

The history of African enslavement and freedom in America is both engaging and fraught with confusion, half-truths and unsubstantiated facts, making it both hard to understand and explain. But it’s important that we make the effort if we’re to comprehend the current state of black America and its future.

Slavery as an institution goes back to ancient times, but African enslavement in this country is generally said to have begun in 1619, when the first 20 captured Africans arrived in Jamestown, Va., to work on the tobacco plantations. This “peculiar institution” — as southern whites referred to slavery — would continue to grow over the next two and a half centuries, eventually ensnaring millions of people in complete servitude that often extended from the womb to the grave.

By the end of the Civil War in 1865, there were nearly 4 million enslaved men, women and children living in states throughout the South. And though slavery officially ended in the U.S. at the end of that year with the ratification of the 13th Amendment (an ending that had begun two years earlier under the Emancipation Proclamation), black people were far from free. From the establishment of the sharecropping system to the “separate but equal” Jim Crow laws, black Americans were subjected to a different set of rules.

For some, this may seem like ancient history, but it is not, as this separationist doctrine remained legally in effect up until 1954 with the Brown v. Board of Education decision — and practically in effect for much longer. In 1969, for example, the U.S. Department of Education found Maryland to be one of 10 states still operating a “racially segregated system of [higher] education.” Roughly 250 years of enslavement and decades more of legalized segregation in this country made the ideas of freedom and equality for black people difficult concepts for some white Americans, many of whom fervently wrestled with and fought against them.

The desire to be free, to be equal, and to be unrestricted in movement and opportunity has always existed in the hearts and minds of black people. In fact, one of the earliest documented slave rebellions happened in 1687 on a Virginia plantation. And the first documented court case that legally challenged segregated schools (a prelude to Brown v. Board) was filed in 1849 and argued that legalized segregation psychologically damaged black students. There were always, in a sense, two movements happening: One took place in the courtrooms, trying to change policies, practices and laws; and the other took place in the streets, trying to change the hearts and minds of America’s citizens.

A targeted system of laws and customs reinforced racial segregation and discrimination in public schools, parks, theaters and lunch counters for years, restricting the economic, educational and social progress of black Americans. Yet, within this environment of institutionalized and legalized racism, black people continued to build churches, establish colleges and schools, organize legal campaigns and establish and operate national businesses. It was an ongoing movement of survival and empowerment by black people who chose, every single day, to survive.

From 1954 up until 1972, the country was preoccupied with the modern civil rights movement, which was an organized struggle to force states to uniformly apply the law. During this time black people were not simply fighting for freedom, they were fighting for equality — understanding that their worth and ability to live free and actualized lives were intricately bound to their legal and social status. While lawyers were fighting de jure segregation, activists were on the ground fighting de facto segregation by marching in the streets, writing manifestoes, staging “pray-ins” and getting arrested.

Today, black people have more opportunities than ever before thanks to the unrelenting commitment and courageous activism of our nation’s citizens. Yet America is still not the country of equality that it should be, as deep-rooted feelings of racism and social inequality still linger. The ongoing #BlackLivesMatter movement concerning relations with police has made this painfully obvious, along with rising illiteracy rates and unemployment numbers within the black community and the increased backlash against affirmative action policies.

Our American story is still evolving, and the past is a part of it. We must begin to own, claim and examine it so that we can transcend it.

Karsonya Wise Whitehead is an assistant professor at Loyola University Maryland and the author of the new book, “Letters to My Black Sons: Raising Boys in a Post-Racial America.” She can be reached at kewhitehead@loyola.edu. Conra Gist is an assistant professor at the University of Arkansas.

 

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