A day of gratitude

This year is the first year, possibly since I've been a blogger, that I didn't write a Mother's Day post.  I had every intention of doing one.  I woke up, wrote two different drafts.  My friend Mo sent me Read more

Diversification of Bonds

The year is 1981.  My four year-old self had just watched Superman kick Zod's entire ass and it was glorious.  In 1981, Superman was THE superhero movie to see.  It had action, conflict and even romance.  The Christopher Reeve Read more

Ooh, Child...

Yall. I cried for Alfre Woodard dyin. I cried for Delroy Lindo as a single dad. I cried for little black girls who have to grow up too fast. - @MeLaMachinko Crooklyn was a movie that I loved from the first time Read more

Action Mel

Today is one of those days that I don't feel like being the life of the party or having a clever quip.  I don't want to be the unstoppable force of nature that I am 95% of the time. Read more

There comes a time in every man's life

"I think I want to live with my dad." I always knew that the day would come where he would need more than I could give him as a mother and a mentor.  I'm glad it happened before he was Read more

And That's Real

Down Ass Bitches and Sassy Friends

Credit: Patricia Feaster/Creative Commons

Until the lion learns to speak, the tale of the hunt will always glorify the hunter.

- African Proverb

“Between being fat, black and a woman, I’m really not allowed to have an opinion on anything but the weather.”

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Indefensible

“And that’s a crime, in this fucking free country.  You’re suppose to be somebody’s nigger.  And if you’re nobody’s nigger, you’re a bad nigger…”

- James Baldwin, If Beale St. Could Talk

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I’m black and therefore, I am…Diverse?

Every school year, I make a pledge to become more involved in the kids’ school community.  Every year, I fall short of my goal.  I am not a member of the PTA, I can’t remember the last field trip I chaperoned, and it often takes all that I have to make it to parent-teacher conferences.  (My kids, angels that they are, give me PLENTY of opportunities to meet with the teachers.)  Yesterday, while checking my voice mail, I discovered a missed message inviting me to a two hour workshop at Finge’s school last night.  To my surprise, it was to participate in a Montgomery County Public School program, known as Study Circles.  YES!  Because I’m going to teach these privileged housewives a thing or two.

I think as a minority woman, I occasionally hold the silent belief that the handbook to all that it means to be accepting and diverse is etched in my psyche.  I believed it until during a time of open sharing, the lone Caucasian male in the group said something that I considered arguably ignorant, and reeked of “White Man’s Burdenism.”  My left eyebrow (the powerful one) went up, my lip curled, and I wanted him to just shut up.  After a moment, I paused, because I realized that this is why a group of this type is necessary.  As he continued to speak, I picked up a certain sincerity and confusion in his voice.  Because there were things he simply didn’t understand.  In that realization, I further decided that I couldn’t quite understand why he didn’t understand, and maybe that’s why we’re all here.  Even if he is ultimately dead wrong, he should be able to effectively express himself and be respectfully rebuffed if necessary, should he not?

I don’t think this group will heal the world, and I don’t know that me and this gentleman will engage and completely understand the complexities of being in the other person’s shoes.  I do, however, believe that it is important to know that we are all human and everyone has a story.  There are reasons I feel the way that I do as a black woman, and there are reasons he feels the way he does as a white man.  We’re not obligated to agree with one another, skip off and sing “Happy Together.”  I think varying people having an open space to respectfully share and listen to the view points of others is something I can really get down with.  I will keep you guys posted.

 

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