Monday, July 13, 2015

9 INNOCENT LIVES FOR A SYMBOL: BLACK AMERICA SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF ITSELF FOR FALLING FOR THIS STUPID TRICK



I agree that the flag is offensive. But people have been yelling and screaming for the flag to go from public displays for decades. Yet, ask yourself, why are White people, even some southern Whites, so suddenly adamant about its removal? Why did it take the cold blooded terroristic murder of nine innocent Black people to call attention to this? The flag had nothing to do with it. It's a low-priced concession that falsely concerned white people, and overly excited black people, are ready to take in exchange for those lives. And that cheapens their lives into political bartering chips. As if removing a symbol is enough to placate our anger. Why does everyone assume that all Black people are equally offended by the symbol? Some of us care very little about it. There are far more offensive things we see every day.

The reality is that many White people don't want to deal with what really killed those people, so they attack a symbol and rally around its removal as some cheap token of justice. Where were these concerned and color blind White people a few years back when we wanted it removed? So in essence, what this tells Black America is that for even the most trivial of racial concerns to be addressed, more of our people have to be slaughtered? No. I don't agree with this. It shouldn't take that. People should not have to be shot down like animals in a church for White America to pay attention to our grievances--especially the minuscule ones.

The root of this tragedy is a mentality and a socio-political system of disenfranchisement, brutality, injustice, and segregation. It's all based upon ignorance, hatred, and fear. Those need to be addressed. Not some tired symbol that makes some of us uncomfortable (another example of White people making assumptions about how all of us think). But if these are to be addressed, then the positions of power and privilege held and enjoyed by some White people will come under scrutiny.

They don't want that because they realize many of these seats were gained and maintained through this immoral system. So, while everyone is angry, these suddenly concerned people sneak in, sympathize with the grieving and angry Black people and say, "Oh, it's high time we remove the Confederate flag from being displayed. If it was not flying high about the capital building, this horrific event could have been avoided. Will that make you happy Black America?" It's the same sort of empty gesture as removing the "Whites Only" signs from bathrooms and water fountains. It's a shallow superficial adjustment. in the end, the system is fundamentally unchanged and thus remains intact. Truthfully, a symbol only holds as much power and meaning as we allow it to. That flag did not influence that monster to kill those Black people. Many can focus on what makes us feel discomfort. I'm concerned with what causes our destruction. Why is this flag all of a sudden the focus and not the factors that made this White terrorist commit these heinous acts? It's the ultimate bait and switch and Black people jumping up and down like we have gained some sort of victory should be ashamed of themselves. You all fell for the OKEY-DOKE!

If White America is serious about change: freedom, justice and equality, then how about removing more than just a flag? Instead of removing a symbol, why don't you remove racial profiling, barriers to access to a quality education, decent housing, and effective healthcare? Not in a social welfare sort of way, but in a way where a man's skin color will not disallow him from enjoying the benefits of his labor as other people do. Instead of taking down a flag, why don't you take down the corporate-prison-industrial complex, take down brutal nature with which we are policed, take down the draconian laws that lock us up in prison more often and for longer periods of time than Whites. If you want to rid something from your eyesight, then rid the way Black people are portrayed in the media and forms of entertainment. I'm tired of seeing our men as thugs, slaves, coons, sidekicks, and violent psychopaths. I'm tired of seeing out women as picka-ninnies, subservient obese mammies, voluptuous empty sex objects, or loud raging neck-rolling-hair-weave-shaking hood rats on television fighting one another. How about you address these things and leave that stupid meaningless flag alone.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

WHEN BEING WHITE IS HEARTBREAKING



A couple of days ago I was speaking to a very close friend of mine. We've been friends and colleagues for a number of years. He has three beautiful children; a seven year old son and two younger daughters. He's a very proud and educated man. He's has achieved a high rank in the military and is very involved in his local church and community. Recently, his son was talking to his wife and he said, "Mom, I wish I was White." She asked him why and he answered, "Because they are better than us." When my friend Jamal told me this it hurt my heart. I'm sure it hurt his even more. He said upon hearing this from his wife, he was almost brought to tears. He immediately took his son in private and talked to him. He showed him a photo of Barak Obama and explained to him absolutely no one is better than him and that his skin color has nothing to do with his value. He told him to look at President Obama as an example of someone who could be anything he wants to be despite the color of his skin.

That is a particular facet of the Obama presidency that is lost on a lot of people. It symbolizes a lot more than him just being another "Black First." Because White males have traditionally dominated positions of power and seats of vocal influence, many Black kids (myself included) erroneously grew up feeling that there are two worlds of possibilities; the heights that White children can achieve and the limited opportunities given to those that are Black. For example, when I was a child in the 1980's and 1990's, I would've never ever believed America would field a Black president in my lifetime. Yes, my thinking was that limited. Most of those in my generation would tell a similar testimony if they were honest.

After we spoke for sometime about this, I began to think about how a little boy who lives in a stable home with both of his parents in a nice middle-class neighborhood could come to the conclusion that his Black skin was still a sign of inferiority in the 2015. Furthermore, this is occurring while someone of his same skin color is actually occupying the highest office in the land. Think about that for a minute. It would have to come from other sources of learning that he's exposed to.

Let's be honest, our children are by and large influenced by their peers and television shows/movies. It is from these sources that their minds are infiltrated and shaped. I always harp on the ways that Black people are represented in mass media and all forms of entertainment. Here's proof that we have a long way to go. Television shows, news reports, movies, and even cartoons are still saturated with images of Black men and women that are foolish, silly, unattractive, dimwitted, lazy, sexually driven, gullible, hot-tempered, violent, loud, illiterate, emotional, etc. They are more commonly portrayed as slaves, cheap labor, criminals, gang members, pimps, loose women, shady religious figures, buffoons, athletes, single welfare mothers, unruly children, and poor. Children are not stupid. They are very intelligent and pick up on all of these representations of people like them. Not only this, these images are put up against representations of White people as leaders, heroes, super heroes, government officials, coaches, teachers, soldiers, geniuses, scientists, models, police officers, and the cool kids in school like the popular cheerleaders or the handsome athletes. In group settings, the White guy is the leader and the brains of the operation. If there's a Black kid, he's either a dumb hot tempered brute who is used for his strength or the clown of the group who is full of slang and witty jokes. A great example of this is the popular TV Show, The A-Team (which was remade as a feature film in 2010). In posters and advertisements of movies and TV shows that contain a majority White cast, if there is a Black person included, he/she is pictured in the back or the side. This is a clear symbol of them being minor in importance and thus included just as a form of tokenism to give an impression of diversity. Even in religions programming, the heroes and inspirational figures are always White. Not to mention how many super hero movies are filled with White people with a few Black sidekicks scattered around. When your child opens magazines, advertisements for all types of products mostly include White people with bright White teeth, White women with beautiful shiny hair, White men with large bulging muscles, White families harmoniously riding around in brand new SUV's, White children happily enjoying the latest sugary cereal, etc.


People think such things are trivial and like to minimize their importance. But when it's a society and a system that has historically portrayed your kind in an overwhelmingly favorable light, you will fail to notice it. Also when it is brought to your attention, you won't see it as the  grave issue that it truly is. Not until it is your child coming home wishing to be something other than what he/she is, will you take it seriously. It will finally break your heart to learn this because your child has been brainwashed to believe that his/her skin color entraps him/her into a life of being second best and inferior. But then again, in America, that's how things are. Nothing becomes an epidemic or serious social problem until it affects White kids.

Friday, January 30, 2015

SHUT UP AND WATCH THE MOVIE FIRST... IDIOT!


I finally finished watching American Sniper. Great film... Let me first of all say, that over 90% of you all that bashed the film, most likely didn't even watch it. You lazily looked at reviews or read the tweets and posts of bigoted idiots that said the film stirred their disdain for Muslims/Arabs. For someone to look at this film and come away with negative feelings towards Muslims/Arabs because some were killed in it, is idiotic to say the least. Furthermore, for people to witness the moronic behavior of such people and then claim the movie is anti-Arab/Muslim is insane. Americans were killed in the film as well--by another sniper no less. This movie does not demonize Arabs, Muslims, or Iraqis at all. It is an inside and raw look at the effects of war in general and the Iraqi war specifically.

It is not about just his acts that some people deem heroic. That's up for the viewer to decide. Having been deployed myself and having had four of my six younger brothers do numerous tours to Iraq, Afghanistan, or both, I can tell you firsthand, there's nothing glorious, beautiful, or heroic about war. War sucks. War is hell. War is death, misery, and destruction--for all involved; except for the politicians that claim victory and the private companies that profit from it. For people to say that this film was nothing but and Arab/Muslim kill-fest is so far from reality.

The film, among other things, is a brilliant juxtaposition about the costs of war. Even the concept of victory (in the context of war) is short-lived and ill-conceived. For example, on the battlefield, Mr. Kyle was seen as a warrior who never tasted defeat. Yet, away from the front lines, when he was at home, he was losing his family in the process. Out of ten years, he did four tours in Iraq. He was saving lives but his marriage was dying and his kids were growing up without him. He lost brothers in arms and with each death a part of him was gone as well. Not to mention he was forced to live with the guilt thereof. In addition, as he became synonymous with death, he himself began to die slowly by becoming more and more like the cold steel rifles he used to "do his job." In essence, he was becoming a machine--a weapon--a tool of death. And as the body count increased, his humanity decreased.

But people that come to the movie to find fault with their tired anti-American garbage will miss the nuances, metaphors, and shared struggles we face with Mr. Kyle. In the end, his attempt at redemption finally cost him his own life by the same means that he was forced to take them--from the bullet on a man in uniform. I repeat, the movie is great. But anytime you go to watch or listen to something with your mind already made up, you cheat yourself from the experience and end up parroting some other idiotic, close minded person.

This film is not about American foreign policy. Trust me, we in uniform and out of uniform can clearly see that our government's foreign policies and geopolitical political stances are stupid, hypocritical, counterproductive, wasteful, and even can at times be classified and inhumane and treasonous. We know that we had no business in Iraq and Saddam Hussein had as much to do with 9-11 as Krusty the Clown. We also know that the whole "Weapons of Mass Destruction" and "Nuclear Capabilities" reasoning was a sham. Trying to tie this biopic into that is also a stretch of the same illogical proportions. Whether you agree with the actions of Mr. Kype or not is up to you. But one thing cannot be argued; what he did took courage, intelligence, skill, love for his fellow men in arms, and cold concentration. Did he murder innocent people? Maybe. Did he follow orders. Yes. Was he simply a trigger happy redneck from Texas that one day hoped a movie about his life would influence people to hate Arabs and Muslims? Absolutely not.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

FEAR & SKATEBOARDS



I was talking to a child today about riding a skateboard. He was hesitant. I asked why. His response was in the form of two questions; "What if I fall? What if I get hurt?" When he spoke these words, they reverberated sharply throughout my mind. They seemed to be spoken not only by him, but by countless adults who share the same fears when faced with such decisions. Most of the time these decisions involve the future. They require a person to step out into the unknown or attempt to do something that's foreign to them.

"What if I fall? What if I get hurt?" These questions began to unravel and morph into similar statements wrapped and rooted in fear; "What if I fail? What if my heart gets broken?" Furthermore, "What if I fall and can't get up again? What if I get hurt and the pain is unbearable?" I sincerely believe that such questions do not fade with childhood. They remain with us all of our lives. And it is our relationship with these eternal questions that determine a significant amount of what happens to us in life.

Here, we have a young boy who could have discovered the fun and freedom of rolling around on a four-wheeled mechanism that millions of people had ridden for years. Yet, his fear made the possibility of doing such a common thing unthinkable. Despite the fact that many before him and many after him will ride, conquer, and eventually master the skateboard, his fear held him prisoner. He was locked behind real bars--not constructed of cold steel--but bars created from negative images that flooded his imagination. Both literal and figurative bars do the same job of preventing us from possessing liberty; forever stuck on the inside looking out. Instead of envisioning himself rolling on warm sidewalks and darting through city streets, when the subject of riding a skateboard surfaced, all he could see was failure and pain. It's not the skateboard that's the problem. It's his perspective concerning two vital areas of life; taking risks with new things and the mishaps and failures of others.

I propose that we wrestle with such negative and self-defeating thoughts all of our lives. Sure, we can sit and laugh at the little boy's fear about riding a skateboard. We clearly understand that riding skateboards, bikes, or even using roller skates all carry the risk of injury. But we view such failures as part of the process of learning how to master these... toys. A skinned up knee here, a bruised elbow there, or even an occasional broken bone or two should not stand in our way of fun, adventure and self-discovery. Nonetheless, why can't we take such an attitude along with us when choices about careers, life-long dreams, starting a business, and getting into relationships present themselves? How many times have we had the talent, the plan, and the resources to step out and do something, but we allowed our fear of failure ("What if I fall?") to make us turn around and give up before we began? What about the times where we meet someone who seems to be made just for us, but the paralyzing terrors and memories of past relationships ("What if I get hurt?") make us draw back and once again embrace loneliness as the "safer" alternative?  

In addition, we must stop letting the failures of others determine our success. When someone comes around with negativity and doubt, we need to tell them sharply, "Your failure has nothing to do with my success. I will succeed despite your past inability to do so." You may lose a friend, but you'll gain something greater--experience. And that can never be taken away. People love to fill our minds with their shortcomings and mishaps as a way to trick us out of success. They often want others to stay on their level because when we rise above them or surpass them, it exposes their lack of focus and accomplishment and inwardly indicts them. What a person has or has not achieved is none of our business. When we are striving to complete a goal. We need to expose ourselves to people who have succeeded, not ones that fell short. Negativity is like a fast growing bacteria. We need to stay away from all sources of it. Negativity and doubt are like seeds or spores that if left unchecked, will take root in our hearts and minds and convince us to quit--even if we are just upon the heels of accomplishing our goals. We cannot allow the fear of failure and the lack of success in others to steal greatness and victory out of our grasp.

You have one life to live. Why live it within the restrictive confines of paranoia disguised as safety? OK, what if your way of doing things does grant you a long life? If you did little with it, have no stories to tell, or no valuable experience to pass on to those behind you, then it's safe to say you wasted your time here on Earth. Your life, the many years you spent breathing, looking, hearing, tasting, touching, etc. were all done from a far away bunker built upon fear and insulated with an overcautious paradigm. The only risk and adventures you were exposed to were vicariously experienced through others--that were themselves willing to push aside fear and go for it. Why live in another's shadow? Why should you always recite another's story? Why should all your wildest times be tamed and dull at best? Within you is well of endless potential and creativity--which is waiting for you to disregard fear and dread for one moment--that is ready to erupt and change your life.

There are places you need to visit--not just see on television or in magazines. There are things you need to do--not just dream about doing. There are wonderful people out there that you need to encounter--not just fantasize about meeting. Whenever the subject to doing something new arises--don't let the sudden negative images of failure and loss rob you of greatness. Even if you fail... SO WHAT!!! What rule says you cannot try again? The fear of failure will imprison you within a life of mediocrity. Go after your dream no matter what it is. There is a reason why you have such desires and passions--because you also posses the ability to make it happen. Stop allowing the fear of failing to convince you not to even try. Don't look back on your life and wonder what if? If you're not able to do it, at least say, "I gave it a try" instead of "I didn't think I could do it." One is far worse than the other. The failure at least had the confidence and courage to give it a shot. The coward stood in the back and never knew.

If you were in a bad relationship or your life has been a string of mishaps when it comes to other people--SO WHAT!!! Each experience is a lesson learned. It doesn't have to be another brick of bitterness building a wall of isolation and self-pity. Don't fall victim to self-pity and fear. Get out there and meet someone,. Be a blessing to someone's life. If you endured a bad marriage or someone you fell in love with crushed your heart, life goes on. You are still here. Don't let the sweetness of your heart be contaminated by the bitterness of old anger. Forgive, let go, and move on. The fear of pain is always magnifies the pain. You made it this far. Pain is uncomfortable. Yes, that's a huge understatement. But it will not kill you. It teaches you. It doesn't matter if the failed relationship is your fault or the other person's fault--life goes on. So you should too. The world will not stop and wait for you to get over the past. You have too much life left to just exist for the remainder of the time you are here. Yes, you may get hurt again. Life goes on--SO WHAT!!! You are made of tough material and can take pain and keep moving like nothing happened. Stop exaggerating the pain in your mind. You have grown and matured. You know what's good for you and what's bad for you--no matter what it "tastes like." Now go and live your life. That skateboard isn't going to ride itself.  

Sunday, October 26, 2014

All The World’s A Stage… Or At Least A Wrestling Ring



Recently I was afforded the opportunity to fulfill a childhood desire of mine—attend a professional wrestling show. It was great and succeeded my expectations. Usually sporting events of all types are better witnessed in the stadium/arena that they take place in; even if they’re viewed from the nosebleed seats. Over my lifetime I’ve had the pleasure of attending a few professional and collegiate football, baseball, and basketball games as well as a tennis match that featured the Williams sisters facing one another in the finals of the U.S. Open. I even went and saw a MMA show recently. However, even though some view professional wrestling as a sport—and it does take a certain degree of athletic ability to be such a wrestler—the open secret is that these events are shows in every sense of the word. Thus, the term professional better describes the amount of acting that takes place rather than the degree of their athletic prowess. Don’t get me wrong; a lot of these guys (and gals) are in phenomenal physical shape. How else can one bounce up and down from turnbuckles and against ropes upon fellow human giants and folding tables night after night with nothing more than a pair of Speedos or Spandex pants all while maintaining a muscular physique?  Then there are others that aren’t so much in great shape as they are just beneficiaries of working in a profession that their abnormal sizes fit into. Despite the amount of athleticism these individuals possess, we all know and clearly understand that the outcomes of these matches are essentially contrived.

With this in mind, one can easily understand the need for the over-the-top characters, stereotypes, scripted melodrama, buffoonish costumes, energetic entrance music, sexually charged innuendoes, and massive amounts of aggressive marketing that surrounds the actual wrestling matches. Without such, these events would just be a monotonous cavalcade of contests involving two or more oversized sweaty testosterone-driven ex-football jocks prancing around a squared mat. Rivalries must be invented. Good guys (“faces”) need to be pitted against bad guys (“heels”). Colors, logos, symbols, attitudes, hair styles, garb, songs, flags, weapons and trash talk are all carefully mixed together and choreographed through these various wrestlers. These ingredients serve to create a fictitious world where grudges are dealt with through faux fights fueled from false bravado.

This collection of flamboyant and seemingly crazed men appeal to the primitive warrior spirits that have long ago been buried deep within most men through decades and centuries of forced conformity and assembly-line lifestyles. Living such an existence has forced us into cookie cutter houses, paper-doll families, and decaffeinated lives. These creatures of wild imaginations and equally fictional destinies are an outlet to the unchecked rage and imprisoned creativity that modern civilized society has silenced through the demonizing of hyper-masculinity. This is in large part because there no longer exists a need for the hunter-gatherer or the vigilant protector of the home front.  All hunting and gathering is done at the local grocery store and home security systems coupled with lethargic police departments are tasked with defending our domiciles. For a brief moment, these people watching men (and sometimes women) engage in pseudo hand-to-hand combat dressed in warrior gear, are allowed to temporarily escape the normal confines of verbal and legal conflict resolution; all while pretending they are witnessing true, primal conflict play itself out under fluorescent lights and TV cameras with the added element of raucous cheering.

As I sat there taking in the sights and sounds of my seat in the arena, I not only watched the numerous matches taking place. I also studied the make-up of the crowd in my immediate area. I sat in back of an entire family of Mexican immigrants. Of course professional wrestling is big in that country as well, where it is referred to as “lucha libre.” The Jack Black comedy film, Nacho Libre attests to this. Usually the Mexican “luchadores” are hidden behind colorful and sparkly masks. Such characters are often found "competing" in American based professional wrestling organizations of the past and present like the WWF/WWE and the WCW. Examples are the well-known wrestlers, Rey Mysterio and Sin Cara. Everyone from this family enjoyed the matches and maybe it served as a small taste of home.

To my right were a father and his two sons. The father was around my age and neither of us was too familiar with most of the combatants in the ring. However, his two sons knew plenty about each and every character that strutted into the “squared circle.” So, from time to time we would briefly reminisce about the old-school wrestlers we grew up watching like the late Macho Man Randy Savage, the late Junkyard Dog, the late Andre The Giant, others like Sgt. Slaughter, The Iron Sheik, and of course Hulk Hogan. It goes without saying that, as every guy gets older, we opine that the wrestlers we spent hours watching on television as kids were the greatest ever and that that particular era would never be recaptured. Ask any old guy such questions and he’ll swear the same—whether it’s sports, music, movies, or fashion. 

On my left were the most interesting couple of gentlemen I noticed that night. It seemed to me to be a father and son. Both men would be considered elderly. The younger was clearly late 50’s to early 60’s. Presumably, his father, was late 70’s to early 80’s. Sadly upon the latter, one of his eyes was damaged to the point of blindness and he didn’t say much. Nonetheless, small moments of joy flashed upon his snow-white-bearded face from time to time as his son yelled and screamed excitedly in response to the action in the ring. I shared bits of conversation with the younger as well. We also discussed the "good ole days" of wrestling. Of course he could remember many other wrestlers before my time like The "Nature Boy" Rick Flair, The Superstar Billy Graham, Gorilla Monsoon, and  Bruno Sammartino. Of all the people I could see in my immediate circle, this middle-aged man was the most energetic. It was sort of sweet and nostalgic to witness he and his father sitting together watching a live wrestling match. I imaged how many hundreds (if not thousands) of such moments they both shared over their decades on Earth. It was beautiful to see a father and son still next to one another enjoying a shared passion--even if that passion was as scripted as a daytime soap opera.

As I continued to examine this occurrence unfold, I was struck by how seriously some of these people took the matches. Especially the adults. I was like many kids growing up in the 1980's and '90's who idolized Hulk Hogan, The Ultimate Warrior, and Koko B. Ware. I thought it was all real. I bought wholeheartedly into the good versus evil matchups like the patriotic Sgt. Slaughter waving the American flag against the wrestlers who opposed the "free world" such as Russia's Nikolai Volkoff and Iran's The Iron Sheik. I remember the very first WrestleMania when the main event featured Hulk Hogan and Mr. T against the team of Roddy Piper and Paul Orndorff,. I hated the annoying managers such as "The Mouth of  the South" Jimmy Hart and Bobby "The Brain" Heenan. And nothing got me more hyped up like a Hulk Hogan promo where "Mean Gene" Okerlund simply held the microphone in front of Hogan as he proceeded to go on a tirade that always began with, "You know what Mean Gene..." and was punctuated by words and phrases like "brother", "thousands of screaming little Hulkamaniacs", "do your training, eat your vitamins, and say your prayers", and always ended with the catchphrase, "What ya gonna do, when all of Hulkamania runs wild on you?!?!" This stuff was as much a part of my childhood as Saturday morning cartoons and episodes of The A-Team.

But it was during my time in high school that an epiphany of sorts occurred. I remember it so clearly. I was sitting in the living room watching a wrestling match and suddenly it's like my eyes were reopened. The moves being performed in the ring now looked very fake. The timing appeared to be really off. On top of that I started wondering about the lack of blood and bruising when the wrestlers were hit repeatedly in the face. I also began to question how at certain times the characters would miraculously become reenergized after seemingly being beaten severely. As I examined the match more closely, the light of knowledge went off and I was suddenly disappointed. After all the years of believing in professional wrestling's authenticity, to have my unblemished image of it brutally crushed like this was low blow of sorts.

From that point on, instead of being entertained by such television, I was annoyed and disenchanted by it. It would be many years before I would sit and watch professional wrestling again. All that time when my stepfather would yell that wrestling was phony, I would shrug him off as simply a person who didn't appreciate it. I would never believe wrestling was anything but real. But at that moment during my adolescence, it was like a child discovering that Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny, and The Tooth Fairly were all hoaxes--simultaneously. So, even though I occasionally viewed an episode or two years later when The Rock would show up on Monday nights, I looked at it solely for its comedic value and nothing more. The emotional connection to certain wrestlers or hopes of specific outcomes of the matches no longer existed. My only interest extended no further than amount of hilarious buffoonery that was provided by some of these Spandex swaddled brutes.

Therefore, as I relaxed in my plastic folding theater seat in the arena that night, I could not understand why anyone but the children took this crap seriously. I was there just to check something off the list of things I never did as a kid (the others are attending a rodeo, a monster truck rally, and visiting Yellowstone National Park). Truthfully, the adults were more involved than the youngsters. But why? Is it that our grown up lives are so mundane and predictable that we'll pay money to pretend this stuff is real for a while as an opportunity to escape the norms and miseries that await us at home and work? Did the dreams and aspirations of childhood dissolve magically within the acid of the realities of adulthood where we've accepted our sad lots in life to a degree that we look forward to small short-lived thrills like imaginary conflict? Do we somehow yearn to live vicariously through these loud, muscle-bound caricatures and stereotypes who battle for us because our lives are devoid of any purpose or passion? Is it simply distraction? Or is there more? I think that's part of the answer. 

However, another part of me wondered whether or not on a broader scale, if we as people in this nation and form of government, liked being lied to and entertained? Or, do we just go along with the charades because to question everything or strive to live in reality would take too much energy and force us to confront how truly messed up our present world is? In other words, are we trained throughout our existence in this system to avoid too much truth because once you know something, you're responsible for it? Is it easier to just embrace the lies and pretend like everyone else--even if we are well aware of what exists behind the masks and well constructed movie sets of our lives?

The concept of fake combat found in professional wrestling, I think exists in many other facets of our "modernized" society. The media and its many news outlets operate in a similar manner. What is presented to us as unbiased news is actually thoroughly discussed, heavily edited, and slanted in whatever direction will best arouse the interest and emotions of the public. News coverage, like movies and music, is simply an additional form of entertainment. The difference being, with news, most the material to work with occurs on its own and serves as sort of modeling clay for the directors and producers to work with and shape as they please. Whereas music, movies, etc. are birthed in the imagination of the creators and artists. But even they draw inspiration and ideas from real-life events pretty normally. However, just as there are good guys and bad guys, noble causes and evil plans in professional wrestling, issues and events are presented in the same format and new programs pit "experts" and various other talking heads against one another for entertainment purposes. They bring out the same dry conflicts that people will always get worked up about; be it abortion, gun-control, affirmative action, gay rights, raising the minimum wage, the death penalty, etc. And sure enough, people tune in to watch and listen to the same moldy drivel spit back and forth between these clowns. Sometimes it ends up as loud and brash and the wrestlers' trash talking session between matches. There's no difference. The outcomes and battles are as predictable as what takes place in arenas and stadiums all over the USA when the professional wrestling show comes to town. These news programs which profess to bring us the latest updates and talking points about what's important to our lives, desire for us to get as rowdy about these trivial and age-old issues as people do about their favorite wrestlers being pitted against their arch rivals. When you step back from all of the commotion, it's all the same--a distraction. Something intended to pull you and I in for a few minutes to both avoid dealing with the depressing state of our lives and/or not pay attention to what the deceitful duo of the government and corporations are really up to.

It's wonderful for them to pass laws under your noses concerning corporate tax breaks, restructuring voting districts, and the newest multi-billion dollar weapons system (that we'll probably never use) while you're tuned into the latest fights over gay marriage and making marijuana legal. While the government and corporations work together to make decisions affecting the world outside of the United States, sending brave service members into volatile combat zones for corporate and geopolitical interests (not the defense of the nation), and slowly continue to defund education and healthcare while increasing the privatization of prisons (and thus, our criminal justice system as a whole), many are distracted by where the Confederate Flag hangs and what religion the president is. These media outlets don't inform us--they entertain, or rather distract us. And like all the enthralled people that night that surrounded me--they want more.

We don't want reality. Yes, that's a sad reality. We would rather buy into the game that our officials are truly democratically elected and not pre-chosen for us to make a decision between only two which essentially carry out the same agendas. Their differences on certain social and/or economic perspectives are minuscule compared to the larger picture. And that's where we magnify it all and pretend along with them that such things really matter. It's tragic. Our desire to be lied to and pretend has resulted in our nation relinquishing our minds to the commercial-political-propaganda machine. We have resigned ourselves to be satisfied with being told what to think and have abandoned the acknowledgement of the dire need to know how to think. We are the very zombies in the horror films we watch, walking aimlessly around looking to devour anyone that dare be different. We purposely tune out and run towards a state of unawareness because living in the clouds is much more fun than facing the truth about what has happened to our economy, society, and political system.

We believe that we operate in a legitimate democracy when the truth is, in this nation, a democracy has become a political institution and form of government which convinces the populace that their voting power has legitimate influence over decisions made by the government and the direction of the state. Nonetheless, in reality, all major economic, militaristic, social, and political decisions and the directions thereof are controlled by one person or a select few in the corporate and political sector. Democracy professes to be a system where the governed have the final say in matters. The truth is, Democracy is simply another form of either an oligarchy or a dictatorship. The difference being, the aforementioned forms of government aren't usually shrouded under such a thick layer on nonsensical rhetoric and unrealistic ideals.

We have applied the same concept that the hyper-Capitalistic pharmaceutical industry relies on for success; it's much easier to swallow the pill for temporary relief than it is to deal with the causes of the symptoms and sickness--side-effects notwithstanding. We have been neutered and lulled to sleep by the distractions and lies to the point where we wish not to be awakened. Just give us more football, wrestling, and news shows. Pretending this system is real is like believing professional wrestling is a genuine athletic competition. It may last for a while. But ever since that special day as a teen, I couldn't enjoy it the same way or even force myself to get into it like before. There's something about revelation that brands the truth upon your mind. You can't go back to how you thought before. You see things differently and then begin to question other areas of life. Well, maybe some people can revert back. But I choose to use my mind. Otherwise, I'm just another character on the stage. 

Monday, September 29, 2014

RETHINKING BLACK AMERICAN MANHOOD FOR OUR YOUTH




We all learn our various unique definitions of masculinity and femininity from a number of sources. For example, these meanings usually come from the media, our families, examples we grew up with and a few other areas of influence. Yet, in some social circles and cultures, perspectives of what a man is/not and what a woman is/not can take on sort of a homogeneous character that people in that particular group  eventually become trapped within. In other words, social norms and molds surrounding masculinity and femininity are created and the pressure to adhere and conform to these imprison people in fear. They are afraid of possibly venturing into other examples around them that would not necessarily be accepted where they come from. This is especially true with regards to masculinity and manhood.

In particular, these definitions have been quite sharpened and focused in the Black American community among its youth. Images and concepts of manhood--both its inner mentality and outward manifestations, have been constructed, repeatedly displayed, and even marketed to the point where many young Black American men have adopted this idea and emulated this myopic picture of manhood. This is accomplished when they internalize and mimic it in an almost unquestionable fashion. Now, one can argue what manhood is and is not and whether this particular perspective of manhood is indeed an accurate one. The problem with this is that defining such culturally elastic terms can quickly manifest bias, prejudice, ignorance, ethnocentrism, and other forms personal superimposition upon the supposed objectivity of the definition.

Sometimes, it's not enough to examine something by simply juxtaposing it against what has been accepted as the norm or benchmark to weigh its legitimacy. There often arises a need for analysis that goes beyond the superficial and seeks the dynamics of not only how by why. I ask that question today. Why have we as Black American men associated manliness with large amounts of inner anger and defensiveness in addition to consistent outward symbols of intimidation and fierceness. Sure, these "attributes " can be traced back to the dawn of time or in other more primitive societies and environments where the "law of the jungle" prevailed. Also, one can easily recognize situations where such measurements of manliness are useful for survival such as in a prison or a war zone. Yet, one would surmise that manhood has, or should have, evolved to a place where the need for such is not as great and other useful qualities would have been added to this definition. However, over and over again, these few rudimentary facets of masculinity have been tacked onto being a Black American man time and again despite the value or lack thereof from the continual subscription to this set of beliefs. People often live their entire lives playing parts, fulfilling roles, and reinforcing norms without taking the time to disengage themselves from these expectations and asking themselves how they came to be and why they are still viewed as relevant. It's high time that young Black American manhood be treated this way. For too long, these images and paradigms have been embraced and cloned over and over again without their side-effects and other associations being confronted.

Let's be honest, whether or not if it's right or even sensible, Black and White men in America--especially young ones--both have a set of expectations and norms that do not always mirror one another. One can easily notice that Black American youth (often referred to ridiculously as "urban") are looked at with more suspicion and less positive expectations than the youth of White America. I don't have to list many examples. There are countless documentaries, studies, tragic stories, and articles that attest to this being a fact. One of the more distinct elements of this is how manhood is defined and defended in the young Black American male community. Part of this phenomenon are the messages disseminated by the media through methodical usage of statistics. Negative statistics and Black American males go hand-in-hand. For example, statistics describing incarceration rates, violent crimes, high school dropout rates, poverty levels, and even academic achievement usually place young Black American men near or at the bottom  (or top, depending on how the issue is worded). Therefore, when these negative statistics are placed together as separate puzzle pieces, an image begins to take shape of a segment of America's youth that is socially plagued in many ways. Arguments as to who or what is to blame will go on forever. Yet, no matter the reason(s) these statistics purported over and over by a plethora of media outlets have branded fear and low expectations in the minds of many Americans--even fellow Black Americans. Along with this, the image of the tough, violent, and impulsive young Black male in America is marketed though hip-hop music videos, clothing companies labeled as "urban", and cinema. These individuals are not always cast in a negative light because otherwise, this character wouldn't be able to sell baggy jeans, baseball caps, music, movies, jewelry, etc. He has been conveniently labeled a "thug", "gangsta", (real) "nigga", "soldier", "hustler", etc.  The media powers that be even market him to women as the new-age tough guy, the silent deadly type, or the proverbial "bad boy" that women swoon over during that "stage" in their lives.

Nonetheless, this is a real character. And he did exist before he was commoditized and used on magazine covers and exploited by advertising agencies. However, in the past--before he became a role model--he was a product of a violent and racist America that looked at him as subhuman and ensured that he was robbed of opportunities and sought to further enslave him through the criminal justice system. One can argue that some (if not all) of these things still haven't changed. He became a criminal not just because of his illegal activity but also because of a justice system that targeted him whether he was guilty or not. He could have earned an education. However, the schools where he grew up remained ill equipped and underfunded. Besides that, he often had to drop out to help bring money to the severely impoverished family he was a member of.  In addition, an education in his time meant very little when the odds of decent employment were very slim for his kind on the first place.

His inability (or refusal) to express his frustrations was not simply his own way of dealing with things "the old fashioned way." He had no recourse to address his oppression and discrimination. The very government that should have provided such avenues was the entity that sanctioned the abuse he endured. Therefore, his kind internalized the anger and hatred. Of course anger is never dormant. Anger may hide itself but it does not hibernate. It slowly becomes bitterness, then transforms into hatred, next it either lashes out through rage or turns upon itself and manifests as depression. These are not qualities that make a man. These are the ingredients for destruction--self-destruction or the destruction of a community. This invariably affected how he dealt with his wife and children. Like it or not, we all bring our frustrations and stress home with us.

 So, this young man, full of negativity was further rebranded by the marketers into the new "Alpha Male" that takes what he wants--but takes no prisoners. He views love and the expression of emotions and feelings as weakness. His cold hardness was his strength. In other words, everything remained bottled up on the inside despite the cost of what it took to keep those things stuffed within. No one was to be trusted--especially women. They were to always be viewed with suspicion because they kept ulterior motives. However, conquering them sexually (especially when it came easy) and keeping a "stable" of them was a sign of not only virility, but also a measure of his powers and influence. Talking a lot and other forms of self-expression were feminine. The less he said, the more tough he was. It didn't matter what pain and fear swirled within him; he could never let it out. This inner turmoil fed and empowered the rage that swelled inside of him. This disabled him from talking about his conflicts, problems, and misunderstandings with others. Issues were to be solved by violence and force alone. This is how the society dealt with him and his kind from the time they were pulled in shackles from slaves ships fresh from the Atlantic Ocean. So the legacy continued through his hands. Reasoning, negotiation, compromise, forgiveness, and love were not shown to him. Therefore, for him to display such would be the ultimate example of cowardice. In his world, problems were solved through submission or the shedding of blood by fist, blade, or even bullet.

Not only that, the marketers even set him against the man that was less prone to violence. The one that sought peace, wasn't as muscle bound, better educated, and less impulsive was portrayed as weak and effeminate. He was a sucker and very conquerable. Sure, he might be articulate, have a nice job, and be more concerned with his financial portfolio than what he could bench press. But he would easily lose in a fight. Therefore, he was the proverbial "square." Unfortunately---rather, sadly, many Black American youth have bought into this way of thinking and defining the role of a man. Let's dissect him. He is always enamored with his reputation or "rep" for short. Thus, any slight against him or questioning of his toughness is swiftly dealt with through merciless violence. How is this conducive to manhood? It's a trap (like many other parts of this definition that we will get into), or as Aaron MacGruder so eloquently put it in his phenomenal cartoon series, "The Bookdocks"; a "nigga moment." This constant state of virtual paranoia that many Black American youth live under is the source of countless episodes of senseless violence that tragically has taken the lives of many of our youth.

The problem is, like many issues that Black America lives subject to, these incidents are looked at individually and not collectively enough. If adopting this alleged "tough guy" persona results in the death of many people that share the same racial identification, then one can start to see it as genocidal. Usually genocidal acts are committed from external sources. Nonetheless, Black American genocide has shifted from the hands of brutal White supremacists to those of fellow Black men. The constant guarding of one's rep against any slight, real or perceived, is just another form of hypersensitivity. What is the fear? That someone won't revere you or consider you hard or tough enough? When and how did that become so valuable? Yes, valuable-because it cost another young Black man his life, his family a loved one and the grief therein, and finally--your individual freedom. So, the marketers get you to not only buy this idea of manhood and reinforce it by listening to music and watching movies that preach it over and over, but to both take another Black life from the job market and voting booth (eliminating economic and political competition) and you take yourself out of the race as well because you will languish in prison. Furthermore, in prison you will be a low wage slave for a corporation that will buy your discounted labor and your presence in that prison enriches the private company that runs it for the state it's located in.

It's a trap. This particular idea of manhood assists the hands of a racist system in that it pits young Black men against one another. Instead of viewing one another as brothers or comrades in a social and community wide struggle, they view one another with either envious hatred or indifference and coldness. My "nigga" has replaced "my brother." My "dogs" has replaced "my friends." My "bitches" has replaced "my sisters." The greatest threat to a people and a cause is not the enemy without, but division within. And this self-destructive definition of manhood plays right into that plan.

Let's look at it from an additional perspective. The stereotyped image of this tough guy is a young, quiet Black man walking the dangerous city streets in a tank top with a large intimidating physique, a menacing scowl draped across his face, and a leashed pit-bull (or other  breed of ferocious canine) beside him. How many photos in advertisements or news stories have we witnessed this scene in?  The large and muscular frame is easy to figure out. Well built men have always symbolized strength, courage, and stood as a warming to others not to step lightly. But are there any negatives of emphasizing physical power as a metric of manhood--especially in a historical context of Black American masculinity? I would think so.

Initially, upon the shores of colonial America, a significant amount of a Black man's worth was identified by his physical abilities. He was to be used as a laborer in a system of chattel slavery. When he arrived here, he was not seen as a human, or better yet, "as human" as his White masters and fellow inhabitants in this fledgling nation. The stronger he was, the better. His intellect was of no value beyond him mastering his particular skill he was purchased to employ; be it mining, picking cotton, or building ships. In fact, if he displayed what was considered to be too much intelligence, he was viewed as a threat and greatly distrusted or despised. So, any Black man that was very smart and/or educated would actually not be viewed as worth much because he would be branded as a potential troublemaker and would inevitably disrupt the system that relied on tamed and obedient slaves. This is why a number of states adopted laws that forbade the teaching of slaves how to read and restricted the number of how many slaves could gather together alone.

This perception of a Black man as less than human, or if you will, an animal of sorts, is even backed up the language of the U.S. Constitution. In it, slaves were only to be counted as 60% human, or 3/5 of a man when the census was taken. You can learn more about this by studying what is known in American History as "The Three-Fifths Compromise." Thus, Black male slaves stood in the same category as farm animals or beasts of labor like mules and oxen. They were only as valuable as their physical strength, loyalty to their masters, and ability to produce and reproduce could be measured. This differs very little from a hunting dog or horse. So, ask yourself, should we continue to gauge the manliness of a young Black American male overwhelmingly by his physical stature or strength? Are not these truly base and archaic ways or assessing his masculinity? It adds another dimension to certain vernacular of the day. When a young Black man displays feats of physical power or endurance, he is said to be "a beast" or he has just entered into "beast-mode." Such phrases are embraced and copied without truly gaining the significance and possible double-meaning of their use. Sure, we as humans admire animals for their physical abilities that far surpass ours like the speed of a cheetah, the strength of a bull, or the boldness of a lion. Yet, when we consider that in the past, we were viewed as beasts in terms of being subhuman, we should be careful about using language that places us on that level once again.
 
Speaking of animals, aside from physical stature being used to project fear, the fascination with breeds of dogs such as pit-bulls and Rottweilers stands to be examined as well. The image of a strong and stern young Black man walking a dog known for its ferocity and viciousness also symbolizes and reinforces this idea that manhood is best displayed by the constant presence of something threatening. In essence, the dangerous dog is an extension of sorts of this man's capability as well as his propensity for violence. The muscular and menacing animal is one with its owner and to disturb one is to arouse the anger in the other. Black men often complain of being feared and suspected for no reason by White citizens, law enforcement, and even members of their own community. But such grievances fall upon deaf ears when they gravitate and imitate these mass marketed images of thugs and riffraffs.

A dog, a tank top, and a mean look upon someone's face does not make them tough or guilty of any crime. Neither does wearing a ski mask in a grocery store or standing in the dark corner of a parking lot with a long trench coat, dark sunglasses, and large hat pulled low. Yet, images are powerful and they induce perceptions which of course shape reality. If the objective is to induce fear and intimidation based on imagery that we've been taught that correlates with violence, crime, etc. then why do young Black men feel inclined to gravitate towards such examples and associate manliness with them  just to turn around and feel slighted when people react that way to them? It's a set up--again. The downside of walking around this way is that on one hand, fear will be projected; but that projection of such marks one and makes that one unapproachable and subject to prejudgment and suspicion. This prejudgment and suspicion then fuels long standing prejudices and justifies discrimination in the hearts and minds of the ignorant and fearful.


Yes, fear may be what these young men desire to emanate. But unfortunately, the advantages are short-lived. In other words, this fear that is inspired in others may temporarily gain the subject respect. Nonetheless, in the long run this works against them. Why? People always seek to kill what they fear. If they cannot kill it, they either wish to sedate it or lock it away. Has that not happened to young Black American men? Are they not locked away in cages (like "beasts") that make up a multifaceted network of prisons and jails across America? Are they not sedated beginning at a young age through over-diagnosis of school age ailments as ADHD and Hyperactivity with prescription drugs such as Ritalin and Atomoxetine? The sedation continues with easy access to alcohol and narcotics in the neighborhoods in which they reside. Many studies have yielded statistics that prove not only overrepresentation in the penal system but patterns of frequent diagnosis of ADHD and Hyperactivity among Black males.


Furthermore, it gets to the point where other men that share the same skin color or ethnicity,  that may not necessarily dress or carry themselves in that manner, become categorized the same way. People often judge entire groups of people by who they feel are representatives of the worst of their kind. This is an unfortunate, but all too real fact of human nature. I have heard people of a certain racial group say, "He's my color but he's not my kind." However, most people don't take the time nor care enough to try and differentiate. It takes one bad story or painful experience for a whole category of people to be labeled negatively.

Thus, when Black characters are portrayed in different forms of entertainment, the males are often angry and violently impulsive. The stereotypes feed reality which strengthens the stereotype. Soon young Black men are approached with caution and suspicion and even dismissed under the guise of low expectations because enough young Black men have embraced the idea that this is how they are supposed to conduct themselves. In return, the many forms prejudice, which are further empowered by the fear they seek to project, is encountered by them and they act out these frustrations upon one another. These interconnections of it all end up as being counterproductive and even self-destructive in the long run.


It's time that young Black men let go of this Neanderthalistic definition of manhood and either rethink it or add to it. Problems and conflicts can be solved in more productive and less destructive ways than raw violence. Reputations and respect can me maintained without merciless forms of retribution. Reasoning, compromise, forgiveness, and peace can be utilized to deal with strife and disagreements. A person is much more than the fear and intimidation they instill. These are devices that have been implanted into the community to ensure division and infighting. Such things just enable oppression and exploitation to continue. The divide and conquer tactic will always work. We are not beasts. We are men. The most effective strength we have is that of our minds--not our muscles. Manhood is more about building than it is about destroying. Masculinity should engender more confidence than it does fear. These definitions of manhood have only entrapped us within their narrow limitations. It's time we free ourselves from the psychological restraints put upon us in terms of cultural norms and expectations. Otherwise, a shackled mind does more to make a slave than chained hands and feet. 

Saturday, September 27, 2014

VANGUARDS and HOUSEKEEPERS--We Need Them Both




When it comes to the betterment of any people, over time there will be the formation of two camps; vanguards and housekeepers. I consider myself a housekeeper. Black people in America have more than enough vanguards. What do I mean by this? I'm glad you asked.  Vanguards in the context of Black American issues are the ones always pointing out the crimes of discrimination, prejudice, and racism. We need these people. They keep the White supremacist power structure on its toes and continue to shed light on the otherwise clandestine activities of those in power that wish to continue to disenfranchise and exclude Black people from equal access, true justice, and adequate opportunities.

We continue to see huge disparities in many areas like prison sentences, incomes, and educational achievement. However, as useful and necessary as the vanguards are, if we listen to them only, we will think that the only impediment holding Black America back is racism. That is very untrue. Black people are not held back only by racism. They play a large part in their own self destruction and continued lagging behind in many categories. That's where housekeepers like me come in. 

A housekeeper does not stop at making excuses and pointing out injustices. Our job is to make sure that we are doing everything we can to position ourselves for progress and clean up our own messes. Malcolm X was both a housekeeper and a vanguard. That's one of the many reasons why I admire him the most. He not only held fire to the brutal and racist systems in America, but he also exposed the foolishness and counterproductive habits and beliefs of Black people.

If we, as Black people, not only in America, but across the globe, desire to get out of the economic, political, and social ruts that we find ourselves in, we need to start making better decisions with our behavior, beliefs, money, children, families, educations, etc. We can no longer continue to lean upon the crutch of blaming racism for all of our problems. Racism and other forms of discrimination will always exist. That is beyond our control. Nonetheless, we can control our individual and community wide destinies by the choices we make.

I am a proud housekeeper that is hard on my people. I am Black. I have family members on drugs, behind bars, and even that have died of AIDS. These issues plague our community disproportionately. And, none of my family members that have suffered theses ills can blame racism for it. They acted stupid on their own--period. I hate when the Al Sharptons and Jesse Jacksons come along and scream racism and prejudice but fail to hold us accountable for our parts played in our demise. For example, so much was made of Trayvon Martin's murder (because the perpetrator was not Black) yet, when fellow young Black men are slaughtered by their own kind, we hear basically nothing about it. Trayvon Martin's life only absorbed value because of who the murderer was. Had he been killed by another Black man, which is unfortunately the norm, he would have just been "another dead nigga." What does that really say about how we as a nation, and in particular a people truly view the lives of young Black men?


So, I take up the mantle of a housekeeper. I am hard on my people. Black people do not need the sympathy of liberals or more excuses made for us. All we want is opportunity and equality. The vanguard says, "The criminal justice system gives Black men harsher sentences than White men." The housekeeper agrees but responds, "Since we understand this, why don't we stop doing stupid things to get arrested in the first place." The vanguard says, "The schools in Black neighborhoods are substandard. How can we expect Black students to know how to read or even graduate?" The housekeeper agrees but responds, "Even in inner-city and substandard schools, these Black kids can get a decent education and use that to get out of poverty and the inner city. Where are their parents when they drop out? Where are their parents when they have homework? If slaves risked their lives just to learn how to read, what excuse do these kids have to be illiterate as adults?" The vanguard says, "The poverty that surrounds Black men compels them to sell drugs. If they had better opportunities they would do better." The housekeeper says, "That's nonsense. Immigrants come to America from much lower levels of poverty without a command of English and through hard work and sacrifice eventually make a decent life for themselves and their families--without resorting to poisoning their community by selling drugs. Selling drugs is a lazy cop-out for people who want something easy." I will always be hard on my people because they are far more capable of the pathetic output they've been yielding since the Civil Rights Movement. Sympathy and excuses are poison.