5.02.2015

NHI

NHI.  Non Human Involved.  Ever heard that term before?  No?  Well, don't feel bad, neither had I, until I watched the compelling and disturbing documentary, Tales of the Grim Sleeper, directed by Nick Broomfield and currently running on HBO.  I have not been able to get it out of my mind.  And perhaps there are many reasons for that.  I live in South Central and recognized every single one of the backgrounds in the film.  Heck, I saw the major corner just two blocks away from my house, at least three different times in the hour and a half film.  I shook my head at the hookers walking Western Avenue that I see on a regular basis.  I was ashamed of my city.  My neighborhood and the sorry state of affairs that we are all in. 

But then, there is more...  For the past two years, there have been disturbing cases of Black men being dismissed and frequently, killed by the police.  It seems like an epidemic.  One that the Black Community was long aware of, but just discovered by the Media and White folk.  Lives dismissed.  Pain dismissed.  Hope dismissed.  Black lives matter.  And so do Latino lives.  Asian lives.  White lives.  Lives matter.  Period.  However, as a society, it appears this is not true. If Black men's lives are not worth the crack that they all smoke (according to clown conservatives), than Black women's lives aren't worth the plastic baggie the crack comes in.  TGS makes that much clear.  And then some.  

LAPD didn't think that Black women would think their own lives matter enough to tell us that there was a sketch of the man hunting us in South Central - for 20 years.  Oh, I mean they had the sketch for 20 years; he was hunting us for much longer than that.  The LAPD didn't think that one Black woman's description of the killer's car (a tangerine colored Pinto, thank you very much - such a common vehicle in 1989 that going through the DMV records would have taken - seconds) and his street (and just one house off the killer's lair) wasn't enough to tell the other Black women to watch out for.  Who knows?  Maybe they thought Grim was doing them a favor?  One less ho for them to have to arrest.  Because in these murders there was no human involved.  It's just a lump of trash in the alleyway.  And those can be swept away, no one the wiser.  

In Baltmore NHI.  In New York NHI  In Ferguson NHI  In Sanford NHI.  In Black America NHI.

It's almost like an extermination.  An extermination with apathy as the primary means.

Care America.  Care.  Our future depends on it.


5.21.2014

To Be Sad or Happy?

I used to think that I wrote better sad.  But then 2013 was one hell of a sad one and I didn't write much at all.  Now,  I'm happy and think I should write.  Rather, maybe now I've got something to say.  Or maybe I'm not as distracted as I once was and can go back to talking (writing) shit.  We shall see, won't we?

2.17.2014

With Him

2013 was not the greatest year for me.  I lost two of the most important people in my life - my Mother passed in October.  Earlier in the year, I lost someone I felt was the love of my life.  I spent most of the year mourning that loss.  I was miserable, but somehow, through the haze of pain, I knew things would work out.  I didn't know how things would work out, but I knew they would.  The Universe would make things right; even if I did not know how.  

And at the close of the year, things seem to indicate that 2014 just might be better.  The Universe brought I and my love back together  And the dawn of 2014 cemented that  We are together now  We acknowledge the pain of the past.  And we know, we don't want to go there.  Ever again.


1.23.2014

More Like Hold on to Her/Me

I know, it's been a while, hasn't it?  I'm not going to come up with excuses (I think), but 2013 was a very bad, no good year.  Not only did I lose the love of my life (more on that in a minute), but also my Mother and her sister, my Aunt.  Yeah, it was hard and normally writing about all of those traumas would have been my salvation.  But they weren't and...  Good things happened - like losing weight (and no, it was NOT from the whole losing the boyfriend thing...), but overall, I was happy to see 2013 end.  

Because, at that end, I was back in his arms and had put both Mom and Auntie safely to rest.  Some demons still remain, but it appears that 2014 has put those at bay.  So, not to say I'm back, but I'm feeling human again and willing to share.  Now, the selection below may seem a bit of a downer for someone looking up, but my Man sent it to me last night, because it was how he felt last year, when we were apart.  I won't lie and say that I'm not a sucker for this kind of stuff and my eyes didn't spout plenty of water...  I have not heard of this group or the song, but it's beautiful.  Just remember, don't let her go....

7.21.2013

Touching

I have been struggling the last week with the Zimmerman verdict.  A profound sadness has been over me.  I have constructed posts in my head every day.  And then I saw a link to this fantastically honest and moving blog post.  The bigger issue is how we relate to one another.  How we see each other.  How we see ourselves.  Well said, Brother, well said!

http://overbear.wordpress.com/2013/07/14/i-killed-trayvon-martin/

4.06.2013

Distance

Today, this week, this month, this life, I am practicing patience.  Patience is not something I am very good at.  I have to work to not obsess or worry.  I look for inspirations everywhere all of the time, because, well, I worry - did I say that already?  Working on one's self is always a good thing and I know I will be a better person and a better role model for my son.  It just takes so long and I ain't even done with the night.


2.26.2013

The Days After

I made two bum predictions for the Oscars and now that I've had enough whiskey, I see my errors. And that takes work my friends.

I forgot how much the Academy hates Spielberg's financial success, so he really never stood a chance. Oh, and I told you already that it bored me silly (perhaps that should have been my clue). That said, I still would have have gotten the winner wrong just because I would have not chosen Ang Lee. And my reason would have been simple. His movie should not have been called Life of Pi but rather Shipwreck of Pi since it did not cover his life at all. I'd say that is false advertising.

I have been called out for not choosing Christoph Waltz in the Supporting Actor category when, indeed, he was my personal favorite. I was predicting what I thought the Academy would do. In most cases it aligned nicely with my own favorites (4 out of six ain't so bad). So, in the end, I'm quite happy to be wrong. He is an actor I am always interested and usually delighted to see perform.

As for the show, which I skipped in favor of The Walking Dead and Shameless.  I had a feeling that Seth Macfarlane was the wrong type of host. You gotta be tasteful and yet still crass without losing the ability to be biting and funny. I hear he pretty much failed at all aspects. Between the boob song (I am waiting for the follow up "We Saw Your Dick") and an extremely ill thought out Tweet from the Onion about a 9 year old, I'm happy I got to see a zombie jaw stomped on.  Sounds way more pleasant.