my first stint in NO was less than spectacular. in retrospect i blame myself.
in recent years i’ve discovered that when i travel out of the country i live bigger than when i’m home. more than that, i plan to live just as big when i return home… but usually i return home to habit and rut and i lose sight of all the things that travel reminds me of.
i think that was what happened in 2005. i didn’t know a lot of people and grad school was a new thing and instead of taking a deep breath and diving in i instead hunkered down. over time i made friends and did the occasional thing but…big would not be how i described my life here.
fast forward past katrina and into my visit to guatemala and my time in new zealand and i painted life with broad strokes – sometimes broader than others but…i skied and talked to strangers and planned and went on trips. i lived large.
returning stateside was hard for me on so many levels and welcomed at the same time – i am a walking contradiction as usual. but this return home proved an opportunity for me to for once introduce my traveling self to my domestic one.
and so i have…
today i took myself to the french quarter fest. i had hoped to put together a group of friends but for whatever reasons that didn’t work out. so instead i gave thanks for the glorious day that was today, bright sun brisk wind no rain, and parked my car and walked into the festival. i was met with throngs of people the buzz of laughter and music and the aroma of all kinds of food.
i milled about, listened to one stage, bought some crawfish bread, listened at another stage, bought some crab and shrimp stuffed peppers, then alligator sausage and goat cheese crepes (with crawfish sauce), then strawberry and nutella crepes. then there was art and me talking and making friends with strangers and becoming part of a mini group. we talked and walked and listed to music. and of course there was more food.
i bring it up only because this year i’m enjoying myself. this time in new orleans i’m all about festivals and volunteer work and fun classes and making new friends. this time around i’ve figured out how to do my travel thing while staying put.
Tags: me-ness, neworleans, travel
i don’t know how often it changes…or what would make it change but…do me a favor, go to google and put in “black women” then click images.
…
i need a moment to grope for words because of all the beautiful black women i know, of all the artwork and images i’ve seen in my life, lil kim’s crotch was not what came to mind, nor some other woman’s behind extended out so prominently that her face is almost invisible.
and i sank a little inside…reading between the lines of internet and radio and rap lyrics and imus…and what i am – my blackness – my womanhood – reduced to an assembly of parts.
and where is the beauty, the vulnerability, the strength, the poetry, the soft curves, and steely resolve? where…for the love of all things black and beautiful, for the love of things that reflect my own thoughts of myself…where am i?
The Don Imus debacle
Oh, what a sanctimonious nation we’ve become.
After referring to the Rutgers women’s basketball team as a bunch of “nappy-headed hos,” radio host Don Imus was pilloried by everyone from Al Sharpton to Matt Lauer. There were crocodile tears from the players (one even professed to being “physically” wounded by Imus’ words), boycotts by mighty advertisers and self-righteous condemnation from the president of NBC News.
Imus apologized ad nauseam and after an embarrassing week of self-flagellation was fired by MSNBC and CBS anyway. That’s what he gets for apologizing. Maybe if he’d gone the Ann Coulter route and stood by his comments he would still have his job.
Of course, no one is defending what Imus said. It was an idiotic and offensive thing to say and yet another example of the descent of our culture and of public discourse in this country to crass name-calling. And, really, what’s a 67-year-old white guy doing calling anyone a “nappy-headed ho”?
But the hypocrisy surrounding the whole affair is reaching astounding levels. There’s Jesse Jackson demanding Imus’ head, even though Jackson once referred to Jews as “hymies” and New York City as “hymie town.” He apologized, was forgiven, and continued about his career. But Imus, it appears, does not merit the same opportunity.
Then there’s Sharpton and other black leaders, who are condemning Imus’ use of the public airwaves to spout language that demeans blacks and women. Yet Sharpton and others have ignored the steady flow of similar language that has spewed for years from urban-format radio stations, where describing women as “hos” is considered mild and de rigeur.
And the nation’s gay rights groups are pouncing on the incident, firing off indignant press releases, even though this has nothing to do with gay rights. There have been many references this week to Imus as “homophobic,” but little of substance to back up the claim. Yes, he made a joke about “Brokeback Mountain,” referring to it as “Bareback Mounting.” But didn’t everyone make that joke? Imus once referred to an NBC correspondent as, “the enormously attractive Chip Reid, I can say without being accused of being some limp-wristed ‘mo.” He has thrown around anti-gay jibes for years, but Imus is an equal-opportunity offender; it’s part of his act.
Maybe I have developed a thick skin and these kinds of things just don’t bother me as much as they should. Being gay will do that to you.
Even gay actor Harvey Fierstein got in on the action in an op-ed published by the New York Times.
“We are so surrounded by expressions of intolerance that I am in shock and awe that anyone noticed all these recent high-profile instances,” he wrote. “Still, I’m gladdened because our no longer being deaf to them may signal their eventual eradication.”
Don’t bet on it Harvey. You cannot eradicate intolerance and it’s a waste of time to try. You can work for equality under the law for all citizens and then let the chips fall where they may on a level playing field. But all the finger wagging in the world won’t stop people from making stupid, offensive remarks.
Imus didn’t deserve to be fired and all these self-appointed enforcers of politically correct speech need to take a long look in the mirror and then read up on our nation’s history of cherishing the freedom of speech. The Imus episode should have presented an opportunity for dialogue on these sticky issues of racism and sexism. Instead, it has taught us to keep our mouths shut and our prejudices in the closet.
The wild world of radio, home to outsized personalities like Howard Stern, Rush Limbaugh, and a host of others on all sides of the political spectrum, is a place Americans have long turned for uncensored, unvarnished debate. Silencing those voices, no matter how much we may disagree with them, is a mistake.
Posted by Kevin Naff, Washington Blade Managing Editor | Apr. 13 at 7:59 AM | knaff@washblade.com
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scary thing…yesterday the weather changed, but in denial i sat with the door open (despite the heat) to try to encourage an imaginary breeze. finally around 10 pm i asked my roomie if the a/c was acceptable.
it was – but it was also almost the death of us.
i went to put our food up that had been sitting on the stove. while lingering there i smelled gas. but knowing my overactive nose i figured i was smelling residual and in my head i figured i’d ask my roommate to come over and catch a whiff.
turns out that was unnecessary, something made me look down and as it turns out one of the gas valves was on with no flame. good catch…good catch.
Tags: me-ness
the insults are flying.
for the past few months celebrities have found themselves in the spotlight for speaking their minds. you had the guy from grey’s anatomy and his homophobia and kramer from seinfeld and, more recently, shock jock imus on the racial rants. and folks have been calling for their heads.
i on the other hand was wondering if i suffer from tunnel vision and only get bent out of shape if things are racial or apply to me somehow. i wondered because when the grey’s anatomy star was accused of his statements i didn’t think he should be fired. all of a sudden i questioned if my motives were skewed because he is black and his statements were about gay people while i am black and not gay.
but yesterday i got confirmation that that isn’t the case.
in all fairness if my sister hadn’t blogged about imus i wouldn’t have known anything about it. i haven’t watched much television this weekend so maybe i missed the whole thing that way…but at any rate he apparently called a predominately black women’s basketball team “nappy headed hos.”
now i’m both black and female so i could have been offended in any number of ways…and while i find his statements despicable – i do agree with his right to say it.
these incidences are different to me than the one that recently surfaced about a military recruiter going to the mat with a gay “potential applicant”. the difference there is that there are explicit directions regarding her behavior as a military recruiter and she ignored them. she has grounds for firing. movie stars and shock jocks with a history of such behavior in more tolerant times do not.
i know this skates on thin ice. earlier today a friend of mine questioned i could be ok with it. ultimately i have a litmus test for my life and social or actual politics. if i want a right i assume that everyone should have that right. i don’t believe in suspending it for the moment…or revoking it so someone else can’t have it. by doing that i do harm to myself. by doing that we do harm to a system – that while not perfect – does allow us a degree of freedom and expression that is luxurious.
of course inciting violence is against the law. but calling me a darkie or a hoe or any other vulgar or inappropriate name is not.
do i want to hear imus on the radio? i don’t. i don’t care for his opinion. as a result i will continue to do what i’ve always done…and not listen to him. people who agree i urge to do the same. write letters or blog or whatever…but random firings at the behest of a lone person’s outrage or indignation is precarious footing…it doesn’t take much for someone not to agree with my own opinion and my right to have it.
one other tiny thing annoys me about this recent fervor…people immediately want apologies. i can’t for the life of me understand why. if i kick you in your shin deliberately how is my apology worth anything? if people clearly feel a particular way what does an apology do? you can apologize for vocalizing your opinion in an inappropriate manner…like the military guy a few weeks back ( i can respect his willingness to stand by what he said and believes if not his opinion). for everyone else “i’m sorry” rings hollow…
Tags: soapbox
It is so easy to forget just how small the world is. Within the 6 billion people milling around I do believe there are networks…chains that link bodies and personalities to each other. I don’t believe 6 degrees of separation is just for kevin bacon.
Completely unscientific proof of this was illustrated for me on google. It started off vainly enough, googling myself. but instead of the usual way, I hit the “feeling lucky” button to see how it might differ. From there I moved on to people I haven’t spoken to in years. It was a novelty idea, “how easily could s/he be found.”
Amid my playing I discovered a friend’s name (pretty unusual so I high probability it is my friend) and in scaling through the dense document to see the business affiliation I discovered another friend on the same sheet. It was a vast document for some sort of career fair. Unimportant really except…
Except that two people who conceivably don’t know each other but do know me sitting in a room conducting completely unrelated business.
And it is this tiny insignificant connect. Unimportant really…but I find it fascinating. Like sitting on the steps of my university freshman year and having a girl from my middle school (a military base middle school no less) call out my name in recognition. Or sitting in training in a rural village in south Africa and getting a phone call from someone from college who was not far away…
It’s a small world after all…
i don’t watch american idol. doesn’t really do it for me. even so, you’d have to be in a coma to miss all the discussions about sanjaya.
among fans, on entertainment shows and even on the internet i’m ok with seeing it. but today nbc nightly news took it way too far. sanjaya, and the conspiracy theories (you read right)regarding how he has remained on the show despite his apparent lack of talent, was featured on the news.
a few weeks ago i was united with a few of my journalism friends. we got into a friendly discussion turned heated debate about this very thing. what makes news news and where does entertainment stop?
one of my friends argued relentlessly that if people wanted to know about something that in and of itself makes it news…be it anna nicole smith’s court after death, britney’s shaved head, or sanjaya’s popularity or lack there of.
i and and another friend countered that when news shows cater to the passing fancy of entertainment it dilutes the credibility (what little is left these days) of news people. it blurs the distinction between fact and fun.
i’m not against the idea of entertainment but i believe there should be distinctions between sources. i don’t look for law advice from a truck driver, neither do i search news from entertainment tonight…they serve different purposes. even so, those purposes are getting harder to distinguish. cnn has turned from 24hour news to news opinions and whatever else (like mtv turned from music) and fox news has so slanted its delivery that it is hard to pick out a fact or where a fact might have come from amidst all the poorly executed “reporting”.
journalism has taken a beating in recent years and this fluff “reporting” continues to do harm. instead of informing and educating the masses – instead of watch-dogging the government and businesses – instead people are bombarded with crap crap crap.
love sanjaya or hate him, but please keep him OFF the nightly news.
yesterday i ventured out to chalmette for social reasons. usually i drive through the still devastated area on my way to meraux where a mobile clinic provides medical services. but not saturday. saturday i stopped in the parking lot of a gutted out store for the crawfish festival.
it was the first time it has been held since the hurricane. i don’t have anything to compare it to but it seemed small. nonetheless…there was a steady stream of people walking into the parking lot. kids screamed on rides and adults milled around huge stalls selling everything from crawfish boiled in huge vats to crawfish beignets.
this being new orleans, of course there was a daiquiri machine and the usual carnival/festival fare of funnel cake and candied apples.
this is just the beginning of festivals down here. today is the river festival down in algiers, next weekend is the strawberry fest and the week after is french quarter fest. of course jazz fest and essence fest come later on…no matter what has happened, new orleans and the surrounding areas definitely know how to bring food booze and fun to a peak.
Tags: food, neworleans
i bought my regalia today.
$60 dollars for a “hat” i’ll never wear again, a tassel and a hood.
tra la la…graduation isn’t cheap.
Tags: school, transition
Perhaps the greatest challenge to thinking women is the challenge to move from the desire for safety and approval to the most “unfeminine” quality of all — that of intellectual arrogance, the supreme hubris which asserts to itself the right to reorder the world.
— Gerda Lerner
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