The Unbearable Lightness Of Blackness

Rachel Dolezal’s masquerade as a black woman is important but not for any of the reasons you are reading about. It’s important for the ones no one will say. That she can even pretend to be black is of course because “Black people” come in a variety of colors in this country. And that’s because of the widely held belief that we have “dominant” genes. This Dominant Gene Theory is really the Contaminant Gene Theory, in that Black genes contaminate another race's purity.

We all know that blackness in this nation is more than color. It’s culture, family, experience, knowledge and a host of other things which link any given black person with hundreds of years of history filled with triumph, pain, brilliance, oppression, and the unique situation as the descendants of American slaves.

You don’t get to be part of that with a wink and a hairstyle.

But we, the Black people, often devalue our culture and history for many reasons, none the least of which, is there is a tireless propaganda machine at work which exalts the majority race and denigrates and marginalizes all others.

Thus, we accept anyone who wants to be a part of our tribe, to bathe in the waters of negritude and enjoy our zest for life, our position as the soul and conscious of America, our food, music, style, swagger and language.

But should we? When you think of it, American Blackness is a pretty exclusive club, forty-two million out of eight billion people. And the price of admission is not money but the very essence of the human spirit. Why should we let these wannabes just walk in and be welcome?

We shouldn’t. In fact, we should be pissed about what Rachael Dolezal is doing. Just as pissed as we are when a Black person claims to be New Black, trying to run away from association with their race. But you see, dark skin don’t rub off and if the white gene were “dominant,” how many people who are now mixed race do you think would still claim blackness?

If it were up to me, people could be anything they wanted. I like to dream of a world where you could just say “I’m a woman” or “I’m Black” and society would respect that. But it’s not up to me and that dream is a long way off. So, for now, as funny as this woman is, her situation and the resulting internet phenomenon is yet another painful reminder of the heaviness of race in our damaged society, the privilege of the majority and the arrogance of those who continuously seek to appropriate the benefits of blackness but pay none of its toll.

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NIGGALECTUAL PROPERTY© OR HOW THE TITLE OF THIS BLOG IS ITSELF.

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2. Tamron Hall did a segment today on beauty and a woman's nails were referred to as being "on fleek." As soon as I heard the term, I knew it was a new slang word or phrase created by black folk that had crept into the mainstream.
   
   
   Why does this bother me? Because  I know that these terms are intellectual property
   
   

   Intellectual property (IP) is a legal term that refers to creations of the mind. Examples of intellectual property include music, literature, and other artistic works; discoveries and inventions; and words, phrases, symbols, and designs.

   
   
   But because they arise from a general culture that does not seem to know how clever it is, we (the black people) never seem to profit as we enrich American culture with our endless creativity. This is what I call Niggallectual Property© intellectual property created by black culture but it only has value when appropriated by white people.
   
   
   Like, diss, playa, twerk, hater and ratchet, I knew this on fleek was yet another cultural term that has been appropriated and will soon be used by corny politicians, pandering to the youth vote. 
   
   
   The comedian Bill Bellamy coined the term Booty Call, then someone made a movie using the title and then everyone in the world started saying it and doing it and he doesn’t get a royalty.
   
   
   Black folks created jazz, blues, rock and roll, soul disco and rap and we watched as each of these genres were taken, mainstreamed, blanded out and killed. And now we have a generation of kids who think glorified backup singers are actually good.
   
   Black folk, my people, are the kings of intellectual property but while IP in the digital age has value, much of our cultural IP is worthless-- until it is appropriated by others who see its value.
   
   
   We can stop this. All we have to do is be smart. Before you tweet or vine something clever, copyright it first and then when they steal it, you get paid. Or better yet, if we can stop discounting ourselves just because we live in a country that seems to place a small value on our lives, we can all get paid. By the way, this whole blog is totally on fleek.
   
   
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THE UNITED STATES OF SLAVERY

America has many notions of freedom but one basic economy.

Our Founding Fathers were smart men but they created a nation that, like an aphid, was born pregnant. America carried the germ of it's own disease at birth. 

The desire for complete freedom was belied by the utility of violence, greed and ignorance of their fellow man's humanity.

America thus gave birth to the children of genocide, the business of slavery, the culture of violence and more wars than we all care to remember. It cradles itself in denial and a religious hypocrisy whose foundation was formed by notions of racial supremacy. 

As a result, this nation is now home to an economy which has always been committed to some part of its citizens being defacto slaves.

Throughout history, the American business paradigm boasts how it's based on free markets, but it was really based on subjugation, murder, thievery, cheating and the oppression of workers. Our banking system, Wall Street and even union labor have created markets wherein a few control the many and keep people from truly being united by promoting disunity in the name of racial solidarity.

After we ended chattel slavery, we continued other forms of it because America knew no other way and economic models based on merit would have surely combined with the skill set in the Negro community or the flow of skilled immigrants to create an economy rooted in freedom and fairness and who the fuck wants that? 

So Blacks were enslaved again by Jim Crow. Then again by legal discrimination in housing, education and employment. Immigrants were similarly held back and only allowed acceptance into the dominant culture if they adopted the prevailing prejudices of the time and diluted their swarthy skin by intermarriage.

We had another revolution in the 1960's, which pushed back against these earlier practices, only to be re-enslaved 20 short years later by the mass incarceration of black men and prisons for profit. And at the same time, all Americans were duped into allowing the elite to suck up most of America's fiat wealth and then squeeze us all into states of poverty, fear and despair such that when it is released, we will all gladly accept whatever new form of slavery is offered here in the millennium.

This time, it will be technological and informational slavery, a world where from cradle to grave, your government will limit and control everything you do and in return, you will get to live, eat and divert your mind with whatever distractions our culture programs, but you will own nothing.

Countries don't change much over time. Most nations are still at heart what they always were. England is still an empire, fading and pathetic but trying to hold on. Germany is still a nation of proficiency, Japan a spiritual based tech machine and America is still a slavery nation, evolving new ways to own the fruits of humanity without compensation.

Copyright 2015

Bill Cosby and the Mysteries of Jell-O

"When a product is perfectly matched to its seller, you cannot tell which thing you are being sold." - Anonymous.

Jell-O was always a mystery to me growing up. What held it together? Why did it wiggle and how come other foods were not nearly as shiny and fun.

Well, Bill Cosby's indictment, trial and conviction forced me to not only deal with the nightmarish revelations of over 50 women, it also caused me to finally find out what the hell Jell-O is.

Jell-O is gelatin and gelatin is: animal bones and skin ground up, treated with acid, then boiled. The top layer of gelatin is skimmed off the surface. Flavored and colored water fills in the spaces between the polymer chains and in that state, making it jiggly, shiny, fun and desirable.

But if you heat the Jell-O, you break the bonds that hold the proteins together and it becomes what it once was, an animal's dead carcass.

Bill Cosby was convicted. The heat was applied and now he was sent to prison, a convicted felon. The bonds holding together his image were broken and turned his legacy back into skin and bone. And even though the conviction has been overturned, no matter how we celebrate Cosby's life and career, there will always be a discussion of this rape conviction, which makes his whole life's work look like dead meat.

The conviction cast a spell on the life and work of Bill Cosby and forces the imagination to recast him in our memories: 

Chet Kincaid, the impossibly positive and helpful physical education teacher of the first Bill Cosby Show, can now be seen lusting after young school girls and cute teachers in that Los Angeles high school, spiking their milk cartons in the lunch room and their coffees in the teacher's lounge and doing unspeakable things in a janitor's closet. This is an after school special made of nightmares

Alexander Scott the intrepid tennis pro of I Spy is fighting the Cold War, but also date-raping women across Europe, leaving dazed and confused heiresses and the occasional countess in hotel rooms, groggy and unable to remember what happened to them.

And of course, Dr. Heathcliff Huxtable is not just a dad and physician, but a skillful predator who uses that cover to assault women throughout New York in his OBGYN office, while raising his kids with jokes.

And in reality, we had Bill Cosby the man, the handsome, lovable, intelligent icon, a man who stood tall from the oppression of Jim Crow and rode the new racial enlightenment as an example of hard work, talent and perseverance. And now we are told that all during that glorious journey, he was drugging and raping women in a constant pattern and in numbers that were consistent with his famous work ethic. If Bill Cosby was a brilliant entertainer, athlete and scholar, why would he be any less talented a predator?

And so the time for speculation is over. Now those who support him have to go from "just allegations" to "the fix was in," "the white man," "illuminati" etc.,. 

None of this should surprise us because Cosby and Jell-O were a perfect match. Really, wasn't there always something creepy about Jell-O? I mean, it moved like it was alive and then you ate it while it was still shaking on your spoon. Not cool, man, as Chet Kincaid might say.

And now as we look back on the Cosby family, we see a tragedy as deep and immense as that of the Kennedys or the Rockefellers. Bill Cosby has buried two of his five children, and has been embroiled in fraud, extortion and other legal troubles, assault allegations and now, a rape conviction. There is a blight on him and like Joe Kennedy who died at 81 and John D. Rockefeller who died at 97, Bill Cosby has built a fortune and lived into old age, only to watch his family and good name burned to ash.

I do not know how Bill Cosby will live. He's 85 years old and the clock is ticking hard on him. He may not live long enough to redeem his name. But one thing is sure.  

Jell-O is no longer a mystery to me.

And neither is Bill Cosby. 

copyright 2018.

Interstellar Civil Rights and the Gravity of Slaves: Another Conversation

This is the continuation of a real conversation with a friend (who still will not let me use their name) about cinema and the relative position of our people. As usual, the conversation may not have been this witty but it's how I remember it.

Again, we met at the Starbucks in No Ho.

FRIEND: I hate you.

GARY: For what? I haven't even made a condescending remark yet.

FRIEND: You messed up my brain.

GARY: You can't give me set ups like that. Too easy. So, what did I allegedly do now?

FRIEND: You made your evil analogy about the movie Gravity and 12 Years A Slave and how black folk are stuck in some kind of cinematic time machine while everyone else gets to be fully human. blah, blah blah...

GARY: I believe I actually made a temporal analogy to the future versus the past and--

FRIEND: Whatever.  I went to see Interstellar and they showed a trailer for Selma. 

GARY: Oh. Well, that would be more of the same, actually.

FRIEND: I know! I thought, shit, how many civil rights movies are we gonna do? And then I sat and watched three hours of white people traveling through the fifth goddamned dimension.

GARY: Well, good.

FRIEND: No, it's not. I couldn't enjoy the movie and now I'm feeling some kinda way about Selma.

GARY: See, how dangerous thinking is?

FRIEND: Black men are getting killed, police are getting away with murder, the President is being insulted, there's protest and I'm supposed to go sit and watch two hours of historical pain?

GARY: Maybe we need a lesson, to be reminded what this is all about.

FRIENDS: No, I don't. I know my history and it's humanity that's missing, the same humanity that we don't see in the movies.

GARY: What about Beyond The Lights and Top Five? They're both good movies they depict us fine and they are not historical pieces.

FRIEND: Not Oscar movies.

GARY: Man, you have come a long way. Look, just go see Selma. It's worth seeing.

FRIEND: I did see and it was good but where is our space movie? Where are we counted for in the future? No, something is wrong.

GARY: There was a black scientist in Interstellar.

FRIEND: They killed him and at the end of the movie, there were no black people in the fifth dimension future.

GARY: Well, I have nothing left to teach you, grasshopper.

FRIEND: What?

GARY: Nevermind.

The Elasticity of Hope

Black Americans have much to be angry about but one choice to vent that anger has not surfaced and it is not likely that it ever will.

Many political pundits and writers are asking why Black people do not seem to hold President Obama accountable for our current state. Despite the so-called recovery, Black America is at its worst point in half a century according to some.

Journalist don't seem to want to answer this question. Then again, "journalists" these days can't find their own asses with a GPS.

So, here's the answer:

To so many of us, Obama's Presidency is symbolic of our acceptance by this nation and just like many of our lives, his six years has been one struggle after another, always having to overachieve just to be branded a failure, surrounded by smiling, grinning faces that mask subversiveness and resentment. He's been insulted, threatened and disrespected as a politician and as a man. Therefore, this intractable opposition that seems at its core, to be rooted in race, can explain any failure.

And tell me, can anyone say that Blacks have no basis to believe that even a Presidency could be hobbled by prejudice and racial discord? We all know the history, so there's no need to go over it here. But when oh when will America look at itself and just admit who we are? When will we stop all the flag-fucking and talk about exceptionalism and count the bodies in our past and the abandoned lives in our present? Until we do, Blacks will always have a basis to countervail the missteps of any Black person holding high office within the power structure.

And so it this elasticity that these pundits feel. Black America embraced the President but our condition has not gotten better and yet we still support him at 90 some odd percent. It is the nature of politics to fight dirty, name-call and work against the opposition. But to Black people, how can we tell when it's just politics as usual or the filth of racism? We cannot and not knowing the answer is sometimes more frustrating than knowing it.

And in the most amazing irony of all, our unwavering support of Obama comes in part from the fact that we give a loving pass to other Blacks, empathize with their struggle and look outside of the race for much of our validation and their criticism.

And so I don't wonder why there isn't more anger toward the White House. It is as clear as the skin on the President's face. But it does leave me to wonder if we are saving our wrath for skin of a different color.

Copyright 2014

BEWARE THE JOCK-OCRACY

Professional Athletic Monsters 
Are  Not Born, They Are Created

Roger Goodell is not the cause of NFL player misconduct or arrogance. The reason for all of the fuckery in professional sports goes back a long time, way before Jackie Robinson, way back when the NBA was white and there were no black quarterbacks.

There is an organization that takes young boys with sports potential and puts them in a bubble where everything they do is praised and they are constantly told that they are better than other men, the rules of life do not apply to them and women are not worth the panties they are printed on.

The Jock-ocracy.

Jockocracy (`jok-ok-ray-cee) - noun 1. A group of people, organizations and corporations who conspire to protect the bad and/or criminal acts of professional athletes.

The Jockocracy is composed of public and private school coaches, high school sports leagues, the NCAA, sports agents and managers, sports writers, athletic-inspired companies, colleges, TV networks, video came manufacturers and of course, professional sports leagues. They all combine to form a billion-dollar Third Reich of asshole protection.

And the irony is they work to create these bullies, felons, rapists, wife-beaters and murders and then work just as hard to protect them--- as long as they are playing. Because as usual, it's money that drives the Jockocracy and professional sports. If Ray Rice was 37 instead of 27, Roger Goodell would have physically thrown him out of the NFL himself.

In the black community, so many athletes have come from poor and broken homes, with overwhelmed mothers and absent fathers. These kids have a gift and they are told that it will save them and their families and give them everything they want.

And of course in this world, where they are celebrities at 15, women don't rate. Women are something to be used for sex, status and having your bastard children that you beat every six weeks when you see them. And because you are a cash cow, no one will tell you it's wrong and if you get caught, they will suspend you with pay and drop you from your shoe deal-- for a year.

The Jock-ocracy is real people and it is out to get you. It wants to take your sons, turn them into arrogant, privileged dicks and then have them beat your daughters in elevators.

And oh yeah, they want to take your money while you cheer them on.

Copyright 2014