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"A Man Was Lynched Yesterday" - Troy Davis Is His Name

2011-09-22T11:30:00.000-07:00

Despite increasing doubt of his guilty in a 1989 conviction for killing an off-duty Georgia police officer, Troy Anthony Davis was murdered by the State of Georgia on September 21 at 11:08 PM EST.

Prior to his state-sanctioned assassination, Troy addressed the family of Officer Mark Macphail.

"I'd like to address the MacPhail family. I'm not the one who personally killed your son, your father, your brother. I am innocent. The incident that happened that night is not my fault. I did not have a gun. All I can ask...is that you look deeper into this case so that you really can finally see the truth. For those about to take my life, God have mercy on your souls. And may God bless your souls."
–Troy Davis

I am surprised that our brother was at peace. A peace with the Creator that a system cannot take.

I am not surprised this murderous system took his life. As William Jelani Cobb writes in "The Night They Killed Troy Davis, "Georgia's criminal justice system is a microcosm for the kind of racial disparities that plague the entire country. Blacks are 30.5% of the state's population but make up 61% of Georgia's prisoners."

And besides the false perceived correlation between Black skin and criminal pathology, like Tupac said, "They Don't Give a Fuck About Us." I get daily reminders of the lack of value placed of the life of Black men. Fortunately, I remember not to internalize these messages suggesting my life is worthless. I am Troy Davis.

The remnants of any "faith" in the American justice system has been lethally injected with disgust and a reminder of my ancestors sense of acknowledgment of its lack of legitimacy or credibility.

The only "comfort" I have is in reading Davis' last words to us all.

So Thank you and remember I am in a place where execution can only destroy your physical form but because of my faith in God, my family and all of you I have been spiritually free for some time and no matter what happens in the days, weeks to come, this Movement to end the death penalty, to seek true justice, to expose a system that fails to protect the innocent must be accelerated.

I grew up supporting the death penalty. An "eye for an eye" was both the mentality of my Baptist upbringing. (And the title of one of my favorite RBL Posse albums). Before embracing Islam, I came to learn more about the disparities in sentencing in this nation.

Soon after, I was exposed to the anti-death penalty movement when Tookie Williams was scheduled to be executed. A few years later, I attended the second Stanley Tookie Williams Summit at Merritt College where I met Troy Davis sister, Kimberly. I was moved by her passionately pleas to save her innocent brother's life. But as she's pledged to keep fighting for others, I'm reminded of Troy's last message.

There are so many more Troy Davis’. This fight to end the death penalty is not won or lost through me but through our strength to move forward and save every innocent person in captivity around the globe.

Meanwhile, Twitter appeared to censor the #troydavis hashtag, but later allowed #riptroydavis. A reminder of how technology can both can both connect us and be used to censor our movement.

And Mr. "High-Tech Lynching" himself, (in)Justice Clarence (Uncle) delivered the final blow when the U.S. Supreme Court rejected Troy's appeal. And with Obama's continued silence, we must remember that a Black face in a high place does not equate to Black Empowerment.

The murder of Troy Davis, if he was innocent, is not justice for Officer Mark MacPhail. What sort of system do we have where law enforcement officers must work as security guards? What sort of system do we have where humans attack the less fortunate, like our homeless population. I commend MacPhail for seeking to protect the less fortunate. Too often, police only serve the interests of the powerful. I wish his family peace.

I have Georgia on my Mind, like Ray Charles. But unlike Ray, Lady Justice is not blind.

One-hundred and five years to the day after the Atlanta Race Riots, the long, murderous arm of the law continues to murder Black men.

A Man Was Lynched Yesterday. His name was Troy Davis. You will not be forgotten by me. Your assassination has made you a martyr in the movement for justice and abolition.And We Are All Troy Davis.

Letter from Troy Davis

I want to thank all of you for your efforts and dedication to Human Rights and Human Kindness, in the past year I have experienced such emotion, joy, sadness and never ending faith. It is because of all of you that I am alive today, as I look at my sister Martina I am marveled by the love she has for me and of course I worry about her and her health, but as she tells me she is the eldest and she will not back down from this fight to save my life and prove to the world that I am innocent of this terrible crime.

As I look at my mail from across the globe, from places I have never ever dreamed I would know about and people speaking languages and expressing cultures and religions I could only hope to one day see first hand. I am humbled by the emotion that fills my heart with overwhelming, overflowing Joy. I can’t even explain the insurgence of emotion I feel when I try to express the strength I draw from you all, it compounds my faith and it shows me yet again that this is not a case about the death penalty, this is not a case about Troy Davis, this is a case about Justice and the Human Spirit to see Justice prevail.

I cannot answer all of your letters but I do read them all, I cannot see you all but I can imagine your faces, I cannot hear you speak but your letters take me to the far reaches of the world, I cannot touch you physically but I feel your warmth everyday I exist.

So Thank you and remember I am in a place where execution can only destroy your physical form but because of my faith in God, my family and all of you I have been spiritually free for some time and no matter what happens in the days, weeks to come, this Movement to end the death penalty, to seek true justice, to expose a system that fails to protect the innocent must be accelerated. There are so many more Troy Davis’. This fight to end the death penalty is not won or lost through me but through our strength to move forward and save every innocent person in captivity around the globe. We need to dismantle this Unjust system city by city, state by state and country by country.

I can’t wait to Stand with you, no matter if that is in physical or spiritual form, I will one day be announcing,

“I AM TROY DAVIS, and I AM FREE!”

Never Stop Fighting for Justice and We will Win!

Tupac Shakur: 15 Songs, 15 Years Later

2011-09-13T19:44:00.000-07:00

Tupac Amaru Shakur was pronounced dead 15 years ago on September 13, 1996.

I still remember where I was when I found out he'd died: I was on the Encinal High football team's bus coming back from our game in Livermore. We'd lost. Riding the bus back in silent reflection, the first news we got from those waiting for us back in Alameda: Tupac died.

I hadn't been able to check out any Hip Hop websites like AllHipHop.com, HipHopDX or Davey D's Hip Hop corner all day. AllHipHop has an interesting series. "Triumphant Tragedy" discusses the range of views people have of 2pac, but how he's managed to stay in the news posthumously.

As I reflect on 2pac's legacy, I was just 14 years old when Tupac died. At the time, I could ask a girl, "Whatz ya phone #?" But wasn't ready to ask, "How do U Want it?"

Still, 2Pac's music was part of the soundtrack to my coming of age–through my chaotic teenage years through the first part of my twenties, and my later "Panther Power" driven desire for knowledge. The highs and the lows, my aspirations and failures; my complex contradictions and restrained resistance was captured by a man who died too early and was a voice for a generation.

He gave us all he was in his music, poetry, and later, film. Here are 15 2Pac songs. No particular order, just ones that come to mind.

By no means is this list exhaustive. It's only 15 of the MANY songs the brotha recorded for himself and us. I left out, "Smile," "Life Goes On," "Letter to my Unborn", "They Don't Give a Fuck About Us," and these are just some with social commentary. Plus, the titles make an interesting read.

Rest in Peace, 2pac. "Only God Can Judge Me."

Black, Muslim, American Post-9/11

2011-09-11T08:13:00.000-07:00

Ten years later, as media outlets do their best to ensure the terrorist attacks of September 11, 2001 are not forgotten, today is truly an opportunity for soul-searching as individuals, families, communities, nation-states and as lifeforms of Planet Earth.

First I wish to extend my condolences to all those who lost family and friends on 9/11. There is nothing I could ever say to fill such a loss. 9/11 was a horrible act of mass murder. Reading about the lives of those killed both saddens me, and brings inspiration as many were living amazing lives, and the families have found fascinating ways to preserve their memories. I can only imagine the feelings of pain, anger and anxiety you must feel. If any consolation, you are in my thoughts and prayers.

A month before 9/11, I'd traveled to New York. I spent most of my time in Harlem, Brooklyn, Queens and the Bronx, but took the subway downtown to visit the Statue of Liberty. I didn't visit the Twin Towers, but I remember how they towered above the Manhattan skyline. Quite symbolic for the Empire State's capitol.

Video by Brian Bezalel.

09.11.2001
At the time, I was working full-time at MetroOne Telecommunications' Alameda call center. I ended up being on court probation just days before, so I was no longer able to enter the Air Force as Pararescueman. I was quite upset and spent much of the night drinking and smoking with folks.

My friend Donnie called me and woke me up that morning around 8 a.m. "Yo, are you watching this?" he asked. "What you talking 'bout? I'm sleep." I respond. "Blood, turn on the TV." I turned on FOX.

Life hasn't been the same since.

Source: Rabbit's Fav Pictures

My television set showed the smoldering south Tower live. "What the f--- happened?" I asked. "This is off the hook. A plane like flew into the building." Soon after, another plane hit. And then the towers came tumbling down. Although what I saw was certainly frightening, I was never scared. Maybe being in California and not knowing anyone directly effected made it so surreal that it didn't hit me. It was only the aftermath that made it real.

Patriotism, before and after 9/11
Jamaican poet Mutabaruka, who walks the Earth barefooted, once joked, "I thank the Arab brothers, because before when I went to airport barefoot, dem security harass me. Now they let me go."

The same could be said for superficial race relations. On my August 2001 flight back from New York, I recall how a white woman–for no apparent reason–was so anxious to change seats and get away from me on my flight back to California. In fact, she sat between two fat ass dudes, all in the name of getting away from me. And this is not to mention the fear of the other woman on the flight to Chicago who also moved. To think, this was back when I was young, clean shaven and well-mannered (how times have changed).

But after 9/11, me–a Black 19-year-old high school dropout–was suddenly "American." I couldn't even get Financial Aid, but military recruiters would hound me.

In post-9/11 America, I recall the disparaging remarks towards Islam and Muslims. On my late 2001 flight to the South, I recall how a white man from Georgia pointed towards a Mexican, who "looked Arab," identifying him as "them." Me and him, on the otherhand, he said, were "Americans, and we have to stick together."

The sentiment of this contradiction I felt was best captured by J-Live in his song, "Satisfied."

J-Live "Satisfied"

The same devils that you used to love to hate
They got you so gassed and shook now, you scared to debate
The same ones that traded books for guns
Smuggled drugs for funds
And had fun lettin' off forty-one
But now it's all about NYPD caps
And Pentagon bumper stickers
But yo, you still a nigga
It ain't right them cops and them firemen died
The shit is real tragic, but it damn sure ain't magic
It won't make the brutality disappear
It won't pull equality from behind your ear

The hate that hate produced
As a Boston Globe columnist pointed out today, the legacy of 9/11 is American citizen's anger towards each other.

I remember hearing stories of harassment faced by Muslims in South Alameda County, where there's a large Afghan, Pakistan and Indian community in Fremont. My neighbors across the hall in the Buena Vistas were from Afghanistan. I can only imagine what they experienced.

I remember our Bay Area Congresswoman Barbara Lee boldly voting against Bush's use of force resolution. And the hate that was soon directed towards her.

"September 11 changed the world. Our deepest fears now haunt us," Lee said in a speech before the House. "Yet I am convinced that military action will not prevent further acts of international terrorism against the United States."

Post-9/11 treatment of Muslims

Having embraced Islam three years after 9/11, I have to wonder when I would have come to this path. Had so much misinformation about Islam not come out, I may not have sought more information. Nonetheless, with the experience of being "Black in America" way before CNN cared, I was prepared to be a Muslim in post 9/11 U.S.A. and to understand Islamophobia's roots as a tool of rich elites to fool the public.

Before 9/11, police would identify me as a BMA, a Black Male Adult. Now, I'm Black, Muslim and American (Black according to the social construct of race; Muslim by faith, and American by political citizenship). Ironically, each of these identities still feel mutually exclusive. Among Black Americans, us Muslims are just 1-2% (although a rising population). Among Muslim Americans, Black folks have a history unlike any immigrant group, and still deal with the lingering effects of white supremacy. And too often, this is perpetuated among those who purport to hold the banner of Islam.

Until I left America, I never felt I was "American." And with so many claiming to need to "take back their country," and the death and destruction taking place across the world in the name of Red, White and Blue, I have trouble identifying with that now. I struggle to reconcile this continued alienation, this "double-consciousness" while simultaneously with the need to destroy this system's destructive nature and rebuild a new just, equitable, ecological system that will perpetuate life.

"Somebody Blew Up America" by Amiri Baraka

The 9/11 attacks were the "chickens" Malcolm once referred to. "Our freedom" was under attack, but not by terrorists. The freedom we seek is constantly under attack by those who rule America and seek to enslave the world. The jasiri "real gangsters." Maybe I've watched one too many 9/11 Conspiracy Documentaries, but I can't help to believe that there were elites who were aware of what took place. I do not buy the official 9/11 narrative. What did Bush know? And what about the 9/11 War Games and trillions missing from the Pentagon that Cynthia McKinney later grilled Donald Rumsfield about? Was 9/11 an inside job? Surely someone knows 9/11 was the biggest lie every sold, but they ain't telling.

Ten years later, as some think they're saver with the death of Osama, as Mos Def rapped, "Bin Laden didn't blow up the projects." The "terrorists" attacked the World Trade Center, Pentagon, they didn't try to blow up the Buena Vista Apartments. Sadly, the mass murder that occurred on 9/11 was exceeded by the perpetual violence enacted against the people of Afghanistan and Iraq, and countless lost lives of America's youth fighting for American imperialism.

Immortal Technique "Bin Laden"

In closing, as a flood of thoughts and ideas race to my brain reflecting on 9/11 and the decade since, those like myself who are skeptical about the "official" story are not conspiracy theory nut cases. "I don't trust America, after watching Zeitgeist," Lupe Fiasco said.

I wish to simply express respect to those who saved and comforted and others on that day. I can only hope to be so brave when disaster strikes.

I also mourn the loss of rights in this "democracy" due to the PATRIOT Act and other President Bush-era policies that President Obama has embraced. And as a monument is erected to remember those loss, I pray we will recognize the millions of Afghanis, Iraqis who've died. And we should also recognize that it is the millions of Africans and indigenous "First Americans" whose graves America imperialism rose upon. Will we remember them?

The lives of those lost on 9/11 should not be used to wage war against humanity. Only in an Orwellian police state does endless war equal peace.

My message of September 11, 2011:
Seek, save and serve a higher level of humanity.

Fam Bam Party at Mosswood Park

2011-09-08T07:46:00.000-07:00

I was supposed to stay at home and finish the laundry, mop the kitchen, clean the bathroom, and all that other stuff. But what I look like working on Labor Day?

Actually, I started doing that stuff, but what had happened was, I got a text from Oakland poet Talia Taylor inviting me to "come party with myself and some of Oakland's finest at Mosswood Park." I was pretty sure Oakland's finest didn't mean the po-po, so when I got a call from another fine sista, I had to go.

And of course I brought my camera.

Kwame Ntoto dunks at Mosswood Park.

In the shadow of Kaiser, across from the old MacArthur Broadway (MB) Mall, the park was G-Rated shmopping (smacking and popping). After riding with the Hazmat Boys–who swooped me after I missed my bus–I stopped by the hoop courts. Last time I played hoop at Mosswood, Hook Mitchell was jumping over motorcycles.

A young woman dances in front of the DJ booth by the Mosswood basketball courts.

A BBQ and BBall contest organized by the sons of Kemba Shakur was going on. It was beautiful seeing all these young folks having fun–not to mention creating activities. It wasn't apart of the I am Oakland event, but that's my fam bam.

I headed over to the main area with my brotha from anotha, Trackademics. What I love most about this brotha is his humility. He's a dope artist with a slapping debut album, has produced beats from your favorite artists, and there's even a Wikipedia page about Trackademicks.

SLIDESHOW: Oakland Fam Bab Labor Day Get Down Photos

The Oakland Fam Bam Labor Day Get Down was really like a family reunion. It had the spirit of Oakland's Carijama, a defunct festival that took place at Mosswood park every May–prior to nigga nonsense, Oakland Police provocation, and (now Gov'na) Jerry Gentrification. But this time, the bicycle parking was Red, Bike and Green.

There was a jumper for the children (even though it was leaning like some grown folks were inside), food, dancing and live art.

Oakland artists Refa1 and Khufy were painting "Somalia" and "Unapologetically Black."

Artist and educator Karen Senefru gathers dirt to mix with sage that will be put inside a satchel for an upcoming art exhibit.

The dancing was my highlight. People danced to everything from Michael Jackson to Too $hort. And after the Electric Slide, my lil' brotha Essau set the dance circle off.

Essau Bilal dances before his many admirers.

After folks danced to the sounds of the DJ D-Sharp and Aabledee, among others, the drums took center stage. Folks were going to go watch "The Wiz" in the amphitheatre, but you can't just turn the drums off.

Jazmine Vassar leads the Samba impromptu ensemble at Mosswood Park.

Mosswood was transformed into the Malonga Center, as the sounds of samba vibrated to the top of the trees, into the dusk sky.

The video below created by Sasha Kelly of C-Proof features footage from the event and an interview with the event organizer, Travis Watts, of I-Am Oakland.

I am studying Swahili

2011-09-08T04:53:00.000-07:00

Jambo watu! Habari gani? Mimi jina langu ni Reginald lakini mandugu mimi jina itwa Kaka Reggie.

Translation:

Hello people! What's the news? (How are you?) My name is Reginald, but my comrades call me Brother Reggie.

I'm sure that wouldn't hold salt with Google Translator, but hey, I'm just starting.

UC Berkeley's Study Abroad Program has many options. And the Berkeley African American Studies Department wants students to participate. Sadly, just as we're underrepresented on the campus, we're not too often present when it comes to studying abroad.

I knew I wanted to–like Marcus Garvey–go 'back to Africa'. In the summer of 2010, I traveled to Kemet (see, Egypt) with Prof. Manu Ampim. I considered returning to Egypt, finally going to Ghana or Tanzania. Last spring, I applied and was accepted to study in Tanzania.

I chose Tanzania for a few reasons. First, I've been interested in learning Swahili for as long as I can remember. My initial exposure to the language was either through The Lion King's "Hakuna Matata" or Michael Jackson's "Liberian Girl." Later, I learned more Swahili vocabulary thanks to childhood Bay Area Kwanzaa celebrations. Words like Umoja (unity), Nia (purpose) and Imani (faith) gained special meaning.

During the Black Liberation Movement, many "culture nationalist" and others began studying Swahili. In fact, through my research on the Laney College Black Student Union history revealed that (a) members of the campus' Negro Culture Club studied Swahili, (b) students called for Swahili classes, and (c) the campus had a Swahili Club.

Finally, Oakland rapper Askari X's song, "Uhuru Sasa" and others include Swahili.

As a Political Science student, there are also political reasons. Starting with Mwalimu (teacher) Julius Nyerere. A few years ago, I was passed a few chapters of his concept, "Ujamaa." I was familiar with the word–pronounced oooh-ja-maah-ah–because it's a principle of Kwanzaa, known as cooperative economics. But ujamaa was his post-colonial treatise for the independent African nation. Another reason is because an ex-patriate community of North American Africans now reside there.

Nonetheless, as I prepare for a 2012 trip to Tanzania ... mimi nina soma Swahili. That means, "I am studying Swahili." I am thoroughly enjoying the class, taught by Prof. Sam Mchombo. I am confident that I will arrive at the University of Dar es Salaam, InshaAllah (Arabic for "God Willing"), speaking Swahili comfortably. As I learn more Swahili, and about the state of Tanzania, I will teach you more.

The video below is a Jambo song. It's a "folk song" that many use the lyrics to learn Swahili.

Asante! (Thanks!)

Welcome Black BBQ at UC Berkeley

2011-09-06T14:15:00.000-07:00

Are you the only Black student in most/all of your classes at UC Berkeley? Well, in that way, like Michael Jackson sang, "You are not alone."

Fortunately, there are a few resources on campus to connect Black Cal students: like the Black Recruitment and Retention Center (BRRC).

On August 23, the BRRC hosted the "Welcome Black BBQ" on Memorial Glade. You may remember my previous blogs and Facebook rants about Memorial Glade (i.e. Parkour, Quiddich and weed smoke). This was different.

Although it was Ramadan, so I could not partake in the Watermelon festivities, it was a cool event. There was music, a jumper (aka "Bounce House") and a water balloon toss competition.

It was a beautiful day and a great opportunity to meet new people, and get reacquainted with others. I wasn't able to stay too long, but I got a few photos.

Chinatown Street Festival in Oakland

2011-09-05T23:30:00.000-07:00

What does Motown have in common with Chinatown in "the town?"

Funk.

I past through Chinatown every day, so in some ways, I'm used to "the funk." But on Sunday, August 28, I was shocked at the sounds I heard penetrating the windows of my AC Transit bus. I hopped off the bus to find the Full Circle Revue on stage playing soulful hits, from Motown to P-Funk.

Bass player with Full Circle Revue getting down in Chinatown.

OG getting down in Chinatown, to the funk.

"Everybody got a little light, Under the Sun."

Besides those acts on the Popular Stage, there were plenty of vendors and other performances at the Chinatown Street Festival.

Hawaiian BBQ on the grill

These pinwheels were very popular.

Bubbles!!!

This event always makes me want to study the Chinese language. Enjoy a slideshow of photos from the event.

Photos by Reginald James, courtesy of TheBlackHour.com.

Black Power Mixtape Screening in Oakland

2011-09-05T23:03:00.000-07:00

The mixtape, as Jared Ball says, is a form of emancipatory journalism. And as Black August came to a close last weekend, Oakland got a special glimpse of special mixtape.

The Black Power Mixtapes 1967-1975 features footage documenting the Black Power Movement by Swedish journalists that was "lost" for decades, found, then mixed with interviews from Danny Glover, Talib Kweli, and others by a contemporary Swedish filmmaker.

(See trailer of film below)

Above, Black Panther books and posters. Top, Bobby Seale speaks to crowd at Black Panther mixtape event.

Along with a sneak peek at the film, courtesy of Eastside Arts Alliance and Black Cinema at Large, those attending the Oakland screening of The Black Power Mixtape on August 28 got to see a few of those people documented in the film: live in person. The event featured a panel that included: Black Panther Party Chairman Bobby Seale and former political prisoner and Oakland Community School Director Ericka Huggins. Speaking on the impact of the Black Panthers on HipHop was author, educator and poet Aya de Leon and community leader Greg Morozumi.

(Read Eric K. Arnold's event review on OaklandLocal.com.)

Aya de Leon and Ericka Huggins reflect on "The Black Power Mixtape" film.

(View Slideshow on TheBlackHour.com Flickr)

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Mama, I'm gone be famous! On the set of "Novo jogo"

2011-09-04T00:06:00.000-07:00

This past weekend, I had the opportunity to play a small role in the short film, "Novo Jogo." The film was written and directed by Kwesi Johnson and is being produced by CB Smith.

Johnson, of Wade Made Media, is a filmmaker focusing on the African Diaspora and he's studying film at the California Institute of the Arts.

(See Kwesi Johnson's Reel on Vimeo).

I was really excited to be involved in the production. First, I've wanted to do more acting since being encouraged by Michael Torres at Laney College, then getting further encouragement from the Black Theater community in the Bay Area. And I had my film debut in "Confined Thoughts" in 2009.

Here's a few photos from the set.

The film's star, Chee, playing Capoeira in Berkeley. I portrayed his father.

Secondly, I liked the plot and concept: the impact of Capoeira on a young man who has some serious family/domestic issues. Being blessed to have played at Malonga (then Alice Arts Center) with Carlos Aceituno while in high school – not as much as I needed – I know the impact African martial arts and spirituality.

On the set with Cat. Sadly, you may not see such beautiful smiles in the film.

Finally, I got to play the baby daddy of She Cat. She's a dope educator, organizer and poet/actress that I've met through the Oscar Grant Movement.

The Director Kwesi Wade Johnson and the Director of Photography Roy Wanguhu set up the camera mount for our car scene.

I appreciated the patience and direction of the director, and just the whole professionalism of the crew. After taking a beginning Media Production class at Laney College last fall, being on the set with folks who truly knew their craft, I was humbled to both be in their presence, but to be able to learn from them all.

When we watch films, we do not realize the amount of time and effort that goes into creating films. Even films with few people in them may have a long list of people involved in the production.

Regardless, I look forward to more opportunities to improve my theatrical skills. And, of course, I can't wait to see the final production. Until then, here are some photos from the set.

All photos by C.B. Smith.

Top photo: Me, center, smashing on my B.M., Cat, while the director Kwesi looks on.

COA remembers Peabo Wellington

2011-08-30T20:27:00.000-07:00

One week ago, I learned that a friend, former student and a good man was no longer with us. Peabo Wellington, a College of Alameda student, was murdered in Oakland on August 23.

A vigil was held in his memory on August 25, "Silence the Violence Day." Peabo was remembered by friends, classmates, co-workers and teachers as someone who was always seeking to help others, and as a source of motivation.

Peabo introduced me to his best friend, Tyrone, a few months back. They were featured in the Oakland Post a few months ago for their work at the ILSP, Independent Living Skills Program.

Balloons are released in memory of Peabo

A co-worker of Peabo's looks up as balloons are released in his memory.

The balloons flew out into a clear blue sky, slowly disappearing.

But our memories of Peabo won't fade so quickly.

Rest in Power Brotha Peabo.

Eclectic Imagination Fashion Show

2011-08-30T19:39:00.000-07:00

On August 20, I photographed a fashion show at the Lake Merritt Garden Center in Oakland. The show, "Eclectic Imagination" was organized by Ahsou Saechou and LaTasha Brown.

Their fashions were imaginative, colorful and just fun.

It was the first time I really got to use my new flash attachment for my camera. It worked pretty well, but I have a lot to learn.

Here are a few photos from the fashion show. Enjoy!

LaTasha Brown's "Lavish Empire"

Model shows off Lavish Empire tee

Model shows off Lavish Empire tee

AhSou's "Trashbag Dresses"

Model shows off trashbag dress.

Pretty interesting designs, right? Check out more photos with the slide show below.

All photos by Reginald James. Courtesy of TheBlackHour.com.

Oakland mourns shooting death of baby

2011-08-21T20:04:00.000-07:00

I was shocked when I heard a three-year old was shot and killed in Oakland. Three year old Carlos Nava was killed during a drive by shooting in East Oakland on August 8.

Residents expressed outrage and grief after the shooting. Within days, Oakland Police had arrested two individuals, with Alameda County's DA charging one with murder. Despite questions related to long-planned gang injunctions, the desire for more police officers by police, police supporters and politicians, the family still mourns the lost of their baby.

The memorial, near the site of the shooting, had balloons, teddy bears, toys, candles, A's caps and more. The ofrenda, or offering for Carlos was visited by many people the week after his death. A large vigil was held August 9 with hundreds in attendance.

I was unable to attend the vigil, but went with my comrade Saba the G. the next day.

Following the shooting, there were no other shootings for days. A silence in a city plagued by gunfire.

The question still remains; when will the violence cease? How many more of Oakland's babies, as young as Carlos and as old a Chauncey Bailey, have to die?

Nat Turner poem by T. Thomas Fortune

2011-08-20T22:20:00.000-07:00
"Nat Turner" by T. Thomas Fortune.

Nat Turner is a hero. This poem by legendary Black journalist, editor and New York Age publisher T. Thomas Fortune appeared in Harry Smith's Cincinnati Enquirer in 1884.

Every year, we should remember Nat Turner. Here's my own Nat Turner poem from 2010.

Wells Fargo divestment kicks off in Oakland

2011-08-12T09:17:00.000-07:00
On Wednesday, August 10, Oakland clergy members held a demonstration at Oakland's Well Fargo main branch. Nearly 30 people came to "withdraw" their "trust" in the bank due to their involvement and active participation in the foreclosure crisis. (Read full story on OaklandLocal.com)

Oakland Police and Wells Fargo security guard the bank, yet seemed unconcerned with the safety of people withdrawing large sums of money.

I know that grassroots community organizations have been battling Wells Fargo on the ground for a while – organizations like ACORN (before the right-wing take down), Causa Justicia/Just Cause in Oakland, and the Alliance of Californians for Community Empowerment, or ACCE, who all work to empower low-income, renters, and people with no income – so it was interesting to see the action begin to "trickle up."

Most of those who were closing their accounts were not people whose only home was taken due to foreclosure, but people who either had income properties, or were helping a family member or friend. Not that their beefs with Wells Fargo's (alleged) fradulent business practices are less valid, but it's interesting to see how the so-called middle class is beginning to experience that which we've been dealing with for years.

Wells Fargo security allowed those who weren't withdrawing their funds unfettered access to the bank, but "protesters" had to enter one at a time.

Interestingly enough, since it is Black August (link), there is another campaign now to get Wells Fargo to divest from private prisons. The bank has its hands/money in groups like the Corrections Corporation of America. And most of those locked up look like the guy writing these words.

For these reasons, I cringe when I see progressive organizations still banking with Wells Fargo. Or, when memorial funds are set up through the bank. Call it the contradictions of capitalism. At the same time, Wells Fargo does a lot of giving to community organizations, and they ~~buy off~~ give support to the Black Press and publications. Personally, I appreciate that they give access to archives.

Yet, Wells Fargo (allegedly) will not give access to local foreclosure data that may help people fighting blight and the foreclosure crisis.

In the end, hundreds of thousands of dollars were (apparently) withdrawn. And demonstrators said they'd be going to local credit unions. It'll be interesting to see if this catches on.

Oakland Freedom School graduation continues to inspire youth, community

2011-08-10T10:48:00.000-07:00

"I am, somebody! I won't be stopped by nobody! I got my fist in the air, and the movement in my feet, I got love for my people, but it starts with me.

This is one of my favorite Oakland Freedom School chants. It was one of a few done at the Oakland Freedom School graduation on August 5. It was held at Dwayne Wiggin's "House of Music" in Oakland. It's a beautiful venue.

Oakland Freedom School, known as OFS, is a five-week summer literacy program for African youth that encourages health and fitness, reading, active parent/family/community involvement, and cultural pride. I didn't teach at OFS again this year, but I still remember many of the kids. And many remember me (that makes you feel sooo good). Let me tell you: OFS is transformational and inspirational.

After beginning the program with libations, each class did a presentation and introduced themselves. Presentations included formations, chants, and even dance. The two most inspiring parts of the graduation were the Black Panther class, and the "Anansi Players" class.

The Black Panther class, led by brother Daniel Muhammad and Thorton White, III (Sirius El) was on point. Not only did they do great formations, but they educated the crowd at the graduation. Taking on the personas of Huey P. Newton, Elaine Brown, Angela Davis, Bobby Seale, Assata Shakur and Fred Hampton, the class–made up of children 8-10 year olds, by the way–explained the conditions that led them to organize the people.

The Anansi Players, led by Tiara Phalon, did a dramatic interpretation of a tale about Anansi the Spider. Wearing Zorro masks, capes and green custom designs on their white tees, they were transformed into the characters of the West African folktale. These children, 5-7 years old, are the ones most inspired by OFS. And their inspiration inspires me to read more.

Over the past few years, I've taken hundreds of photos at Oakland Freedom School events. Visit the OFS Facebook page to see more images of our future.

You know you're from Oakland..., AC Transit passenger solidarity and #reading

2011-08-04T13:52:00.000-07:00

It was an interesting day at school Wednesday afternoon. Still dealing with the challenge of channeling the students' creativity into actually writing.

We started off having a discussion of the "You know you're from Oakland if..." Facebook phenomenon. It was an old trend rekindled. In fact, I even compiled a blog while working at AC Transit on this same topic.

At any rate, after the students recounted their generation's version, we transitioned them into writing them down. Sadly, many who were able to make them up off the top of their heads seemed unable to concentrate long enough to write many.

We also tried to unpack why would being from Oakland give people these shared ideas, experiences and culture. Conclusion: Smart children, just need better strategies to encourage writing.

* * *

On the AC Transit #40 from Fremont High to downtown Oakland, I saw another random act of bus passenger kindness.

A man walking down the aisle dropped $1. A woman said to him, "Excuse me. You dropped some money."

After he returned to pick it up, she half-jokingly asked, "How much is it? Shoot!" and started laughing.

The man then smiled and gave her the money. "Thank you," she said.

Despite much of the other craziness I've witnessed, and the reputation of AC Transit as a "ghetto on wheels," the passengers are god people.

* * *

It's hard to tell from the photo above, but I've nearly finished Manning Marable's "Malcolm X: A Life of Reinvention."

I can't say the jury is still out on this one–it's definitely, as author Karl Evanzz said, not magnum opus. There are major logical fallacies and some assertions that lack substantial evidence, but there are other points of the book that are informative.

I may attempt to write a review, although other more scholarly writers will be writing a "Black Writers Respond" critique later this year.

100 Black Men of the Bay Area Award Scholarship

2011-08-03T19:39:00.000-07:00

On July 31, I had the honor -- along with 29 other Northern California students -- of being awarded a scholarship from the 100 Black Men of the Bay Area at a program at the Oakland Museum.

The 100 Black Men awarded over $54,000 this year, and since the organization was founded in 1988, they've awarded over $1 million.

As I wrote in my scholarship essay, "To be honored and recognized by the 100 Black Men, leaders in education, government, and business, affirms my past achievements, present work, and future ambitions.

"I am one of too many young Black men who did not have active fathers in our lives... This scholarship says, 'You are appreciated. You have support. You are valued.'"

It was a great honor to receive a Young Black Scholar award from the 100 Black Men.

One of the 100 Black Men of the Bay Area I'd like to thank is Alameda County Supervisor Keith Carson, who wrote a letter of recommendation on my behalf.

I also would like to thank Saleem Shakir, executive director of Leadership Excellence, for also taking time out to recommend me for this honor. Incidentally, his ultra-talented son, Jahsiri Asabi-Shakir, pictured above, received the Willie Mays Scholarship from 100 Black Men.

I am fortunate to have men like Keith and Saleem in my life, and I am grateful for their kind words, the opportunities they've given me and the wisdom they continue to share from their life experiences.

Now, it is time to pay it forward, and continue to support other Young Black Scholars.

Photos: (a) Reginald James and Jahsiri Asabi-Shakir. Photo by Shontrice Williamson; (b) UC Berkeley student Galvin Mathis, member of the Collegiate Branch of 100 Black Men of the Bay Area, alongside Reginald James during the Young Black Scholar reception.

Noel Gourdin "Open" vs. Biggie's "Who shot ya?"

2011-07-23T06:43:00.000-07:00
You ever hear a song and think, "I heard that before." What song did they sample? Or have you ever wondered if your favorite old school songs were reworked into Hip Hop classics?

I awoke this morning with an email from one of my favorite websites, WhoSampled.com. If you ever wondered who sampled James Brown, George Clinton, or where J Dilla, DJ Premiere and Kanye got certain samples from, this is the site for you.

I recently submitted Noel Gourdin's "Open." Pronounced Gor-Deen, Noel is a fresh artist. If you're not up on him, you may have heard his, "The River" track.

When I listen to "Open," I instantly recognized Biggie's infamous, "Who shot ya?" But when I submitted it to WhoSampled.com, it was rejected. Here are both songs below, you decide.

"Who Shot Ya?" by Notorious BIG

"Open" by Noel Gourdin

So, am I hearing things, or did the WhoSampled.com moderator make a mistake? What do you think?

Update: 3:00pm - Cool Hand Luke of 38thNotes.com reminded me this morning, "David Porter's "I'm Afraid the Masquerade is Over" is the source material for both songs."

Do you hear me now?

I'll need to resubmit my entry.

From Alameda to Louisiana

2011-07-23T06:02:00.000-07:00
On my way to a family reunion in Louisiana, I was able to stop in Lake Charles and visit my oldest (known) relative, Mildred Carriere.

Mildred with my mother, Deborah James. The original art is of my great great great-grandmother Francis Garland.

Mom and her cousin, Alvin, who gave us a ride from Houston.

Mildred Carriere, 98, is my great-grandmother Alma Carriere's first cousin. Mildred was born in 1913 in Lake Charles, LA.

Group photo: Carriers, Holliers and Donattos.

I was recently involved in a major genealogical project with youth in Alameda County. You can read more on the African American Genealogical Society of Northern California blog.

Music: Top Five Versions of "One Love"

2011-07-20T21:53:00.000-07:00

Writing a letter to a friend, I was briefly perplexed as to the proper salutation. On one hand, I wanted to close with "One," but her beautiful spirit made me want to sign the letter with "Love,". So, I decided to sign "One Love."

One Love is the name of a number of songs that have served as soundtracks to my life during different stages. I asked my Facebook friends, "What is your favorite version of "One Love"?

Here are my Top Five:

5. "One Love" by Trey Songs

On an album with songs like, "LOL :)" and "I Invented Sex," this song was overlooked. This was my favorite track off of Trey Songz Ready. It's one of the reasons "The Neighbors Know my Name."

The track has a thumping drum line, hot guitar licks and string/keys and a groovy bassline. The production is well put together. Whoever wrote this song was handling their biz. With lyrics like, "For the first time in my life, My pride is not a problem. I'm not afraid to tell you girl that I love you," this is one of the albums better songs.

4. "One Love" by Nas

Rooted in the New York State of Mind, Nas' "One Love" is off his debut album, "Illmatic." Produced by Q-Tip from Tribe, Nas' lyrics are conversations through letters to his incarcerated comrades.

This soulful track has a soft Kalimba melody throughout the song, with a soft piano and upright bass, giving the song a real jazzy feel. Nas' nasal flow rides the drum beat painting pictures of conversations of those locked up, and trying not to get caught in the trap. "Words of wisdom from Nas, try to rise above."

3. "1 Luv" by E-40

"1 Luv" is off E-40's album, In a Major Way. I got this tape from Record Gallery. E-40's version focuses on a conversations with those behind enemy lines. E-40 touches on unemployment due to deindustrialization, police brutality and three strikes, and hand-me downs in the first verse.

Riding on a funky bass track with some sprinkling of synths. Not to mention Leviti's crooning and another sista singing. The other two verses are written as conversation coming from his folks that's locked up, including one man who was going to get married until her got a Dear John letter from his lady. Still, 40 Water passes on a message from him. "My family thinks that I'm a thug, when you see my mama, give her a hug for me, and tell her: One Love."

2. "One Love" by Whodini

This classic is off Whodini's Back in Black album in 1986. Although I was four years old when this came out, I still fondly remember this track from my days at Woodstock Park with the Alameda Breaking Crew (ABC).

The synths and funky bassline combine with a pounding kick, and those reverbed snares. Not to mention that old school flow about love. "Better to have loved than to never loved at all." (Yeah, Whodini, paraphrasing Lord Tennyson.) This track is full of wisdom about relationships and lost (and found) love. "The L... the O ... the V... and the E."

1. "One Love" by Bob Marley

Bob Marley's "One Love" inspired most, if not all, of the previous tracks. Off of The Wailers' album, "Wailing Wailers," this track is true ska. Roots, rock and reggae. It has a real blues feel to it as well. "Is there a place for a hopeless sinner?" It's probably the only one of the above songs that you could play anywhere from a protest to a church.

The laid back groove features the Wailers handling their biz. A smooth bass groove rocks while the guitar guitar licks. The drums keep tempo, and include some nice breaks for transitions. "Let's get together and feel alright."

That's where I put them at. What's your favorite?

Protest shuts down San Francisco BART Stations

2011-07-13T09:56:00.000-07:00
While some people were busy trying to get free 7-11 Slurpees, others were in the streets demanding justice for Charles Hill.

It's been ten days since BART Police gunned down a "wobbly drunk" at the Civic Center Station in San Francisco. The man, since identified as Charles Blair Hill, is accused by police of being "aggressive,""holding a bottle and a knife," and getting into a "confrontation" that "caused" the police to shoot him.

On July 11, about 100 people came out to protest the murder of Charles Hill. Protesters demanded the release of surveillance video of the shooting. BART Police Chief Kenton Rainey has reviewed the video and said he was "comfortable" with what he saw. Protesters weren't and, while calling for BART to be disbanded, disrupted the evening commute.

When I arrived, BART had already shut down the Civic Center, the site of the crime. Catching up with protesters at Powell Street Station and later 16th, here's a video of the protest that went down Mission Street, down Market, through the Tenderloin where Hill was known, and ended up in the tourist destination of Market and Powell Street.

Last April, protesters took action at Embarcadero Station to push for BART hired gun Tony Pirone to be fired.

Rolling with the 'White Anarchists'

2011-07-09T12:37:00.000-07:00
I thought that headline would get your attention.

If you're looking for a blog about the mysterious, elusive, alleged 'outside agitators' who get all violent and cantankerous at protests in Oakland: you should read corporate ruling class press and not this post.

On Friday, July 8, I marched in Anti-Cut 3: Austerity is Prison" - an anti-austerity, anti-police state demonstration in downtown Oakland. The demonstration is 'organized' by Bay of Rage, an anti-capitalism initiative.

Last month, I documented Anti-Cut 2, the "Books not Cops" or "Mobile Disruption for Libraries" march to the Oakland Main Library. (I've yet to post my photos or blog post, however.) Although I didn't have my camera Friday night, I joined to march in solidarity with the Pelican Bay Hunger Strike. July 8 is also the one year 'anniversary' of the Johannes Mehserle verdict.

Over the past three years, I've documented about two dozen protests, from the Justice for Oscar Grant movement*, to transportation justice demonstrations* at MTC* and AC Transit, to public education demonstrations that have led me from Laney College to the Peralta Colleges District to the State >Capitol, and even on an Oakland freeway.

I'll admit; however, being at a demonstration without my camera was like being naked. Arguably, the freest I've felt in a while.

Photo: Andy Chu/Oakland Tribune

I crossed the street and joined. Mainly white men in the 20s and 30s, but there were men and women of various ethnicities, ages --including a few babies -- and even a few dogs marching.

Since the anti-war protests against the War in Iraq in 2003, I've begun to actively count African people I see at demonstrations. One, to sort of estimate our buy-in to the particular cause/issue, but two, to make sure "I'm not the only one." There's an urban legend that "Black people don't go to anti-war protests," but that was debunked (in my mind) in 2005. There were a few who were 'obviously' there at the demonstration who planned to be there, then there were my people who heard people marching, yelling "Fuck the Police," and finally had a collective outlet to express those unconscious, but conscious, inclinations. (see, first photo)

Oakland Police were adamant about keeping people confined to sidewalks. For a minute, it seemed as if they were even anti-pedestrian, and didn't want us to Walk Oakland or Bike Oakland* (Bay of Rage is very different from Oaklavia*).

As we walked down Broadway, we passed the Marriott and Smart & Final. I overheard on a police walkie-talkie, "Make sure they don't walk onto the freeway." On March 4, 2010, a group of over 160 marched onto the 980 freeway* in Oakland after police had tried to trap protests west of Preservation Park.

We marched through Old Oakland to the intersection of Clay and 8th Street: right across from North County Jail, Wiley E. Manuel Courthouse, and next to Mexicali Rose.

Demonstrators repeated told police, "Go back to Walnut Creek!" The majority of Oakland Police do not live in Oakland, and live in suburbs like Walnut Creek, Lafayette, and Castro Valley. "This is our city. Go home pigs!" Across from the jail, the crowd chanted, "Inside! Outside! We're all on the same side!" At one point, you could hear those inside Glenn Dyer Jail -- who often beat on the windows -- yelling in solidarity.

We then doubled back to 9th Street, back to Broadway. After police stopped the group -- prompting one man to yell, "They're trying to force us to go to 'Radio.' Hell no, we won't go!" referring to the bar next to Burger King, we stopped in front of the T-Mobile that used to house a beauty supply store.

13th Street Party

Folks were listening to music on the sidewalk as police hung out, blocking traffic on Broadway.

At 13th and Broadway, folks gathered and listened to some music. First, the DJ played "Don't Snitch" by Mac Dre, where folks proudly yelled, "Don't ask me shit! ... You can send me to jail!" People danced as police circled around us, between the bus shelter, the BART station escalator and the T-Mobile building.

The second song was "I got Five on it" by the Luniz. This was, ironically, the most telling thing about the evening. But first, a little more "context."

Last month during the anti-cut demonstration, I put my camera down for a minute and called on people to pull out their library cards. "If you really from Oakland, and you're down with the library, where's yo cards at?" I saw one person produce a card.

Flashback to 13th and Broadway, if you're gonna play that Luniz track, you play the remix with Shock G, E-40, Richie Rich and Spice 1. That's my opinion. Despite the fact that many of people present live in Oakland presently, I doubt it's been too long. Because when the hook (chorus) came on, everybody in Oakland knows this, we add an extra line to the song. Too Short's favorite word* is affectionately added. However, when the song played, I was the only one who said, "Biaatch!" It would've been embarrassing, except, I realized, they just didn't know about it.

Now, it could be that they didn't listen to 90s Bay Area Hip Hop. Maybe they only listened to Punk Rock. Or, they never went to a dance at Skyline, or Mack, or even an old school Waterfront Party in Berkeley. Nonetheless, it was a stark reminder of the decline of the Black population in Oakland, and how cultural institutions and colloquialisms can be co-opted, or lost, stolen and strayed.

Dispersing the Assembly
During a Rhianna song, Oakland Police declared the gathering at 13th and Broadway an unlawful assembly. Time to go. Considering that the City of Oakland is being sued right now by the National Lawyers Guild, I wasn't too surprised we were allowed to leave. On November 5, 2010, a group of people protesting the lenient sentence of Johannes Mehserle were arrested in East Oakland. Police did not allow people to disperse after allegedly calling for a dispersal order. As a member of the press, I was not allowed to leave until the then-police spokesperson recognized me. I'd refused to leave unless the Youth Radio documentarian I was with was allowed to leave also. Anyway, maybe I should have stayed and got paid.

Back to Broadway, in small groups, police 'allowed' us to leave the intersection, but it appeared they were trying to filtered people out. A few minutes passed before those near the boombox were allowed to leave. Police wanted to find the "leader." Good luck finding a leader amongst anarchists. "There is no leader!" one man yelled.

The group then headed down 13th towards Franklin. I tried to get busy in the Burger King bathroom, but the security guard closed the restaurant and wouldn't let me have it my way. The march continued, but I bounced.

Before leaving, the group began chanting, "We'll be back." There's an upcoming demonstration at Civic Center BART Station in San Francisco. The demonstration is for Charles B. Hill, the man shot by BART police because he was allegedly drunk on the station platform. If he'd been a banker, he would've been protected by the police, but instead, he was considered a nuisance and he was shot down.

As for me, I'll be sure to keep my phone charged and my camera handy. Although it is fun to yell, "Fuck the Police," and walk in the streets, I'd rather carry a camera than pots and pans.

Photos by Michael Conti, of MichaelConti.info, unless otherwise noted.

Canoeing at Lake Merritt in Oakland

2011-07-09T10:35:00.000-07:00

One of my favorite workouts is Rowing. It can be a great fullbody workout, but it's especially good on the back, biceps and abdominals.

Listening to dead prez' "50 in the Clip" I strangely got the urge to go rowing. I posted it on Facebook and my KMT Sista Jazz the Poet said she wanted to go. Next thing you know, we have an Outdoor Afro type Friday afternoon outing at the Lake.

For those that don't know. For only $10, you can go out on the water at Lake Merritt in Oakland. There is the pedal boat, the canoe, the rowboat and single and double kayaks. (Of course, you can also get real oh-la-la and get a Gondala, but that's for hot August cupcake nights.)

Here's a few photos from the adventure.

Two emcees in a pedal boat: Tiana Wilkes and Al Pratt from Kurse Krew. I bet they were freestyling while pedaling.

"I want to get on the boat," said Nassor. "Yes, Little Africa, we gone get on a canoe."

Jazz the Poet riding up front, leading the way, with little man right behind.

Thought she was slick trying to get my "Canoe Face," so I threw up the deuces.

We had a short intermission when little man had to go "pee pee." Fortunately, the Oakland Parks and Rec staff was near by and brought him back to shore.

After we all made it back to shore, we posed for a group shot with the "Big Fish" that we caught.

I'm sure some of you are wondering, "Didn't you fall into Lake Merritt last year?" Yes, but I did not fall in again. If you want to go Boating at Lake Merritt, contact Oakland Parks and Rec.

Photos Courtesy of Jazz "The Poet" Monique Hudson.

Remembering the Johannes Merserle Verdict in the Murder of Oscar Grant

2011-07-08T10:06:00.000-07:00

One year ago today, former BART police officer Johannes Merserle was found guilty of involuntary manslaughter by a Los Angeles jury that excluded all African Americans.

Oakland found Mehserle guilty of murder.

Graphic: Colorlines Magazine

I was one of the first reporters to arrive at 14th and Broadway that afternoon as we awaited the news from the the courtroom.

Youth Radio captured my initial sentiments on the Johannes Mehserle Verdict as such:
Reginald James, a teacher at the Oakland Freedom School, said of the scene after the verdict, "It's a media circus--they're trying to capitalize off others' pain. See someone crying, go take their photo."

He said when the verdict came down, "People were paralyzed. Some people didn't know what to expect, some were surprised, for some people it kinda confirmed what's already been implied in the mainstream press. I cant even get a sandwich downtown right now because people expected acquittal or involuntary manslaughter, which would lead people to revert to property damage or violence."

I first heard the verdict from an elderly Black woman. She walked past me saying, "Involuntary Manslaughter," and called it "some bullshit." Because she didn't look "official," there was a delayed reaction. But right then, I knew. Soon after, another person yelled, "Involuntary Manslaughter, that's some bullshit. *&*#!!!!" Photographers and reporters were just as stunned as activists and community members who gathered.

I came to 14th and Broadway to document the people's gathering as a photojournalist. Instead of shooting however, I ended up consoling two friends and Laney College classmates. I'm one of those "sensitive" photographers. I'm sure there are some shots of missed. Even though some friends call me "Black Paparazzi," I find myself apprehensive about invading people's space.

While warding off an annoying Associated Press photographer, another photographer managed to get the shot above. Justin Warren (www.jsight.com) captured one of the images that I remember most about that day: Me being there for two friends in the shadow of the Amerikkkan flag.

"Is this America?" asked one man, who had hopes for justice in the U.S. criminal legal system. "This can't be happening!" screamed one of the young women I was with. Her cries, her screams, her wail woke many of us out of post-verdict paralysis. Her raw emotion, captured, wound up on the front page of the Oakland Tribune the next day.

Nonetheless, as I reflect on July 8, 2010. I remember the death of my play-grandpa Dr. David Blackwell, and I recall the recurrent death of my faith that justice can be found in Amerikkkan courtrooms.
Written 5/29/2011

Images: (1) Casa Cabrones, (2) Justin Warren photography

What does the 4th of July mean to the Negro? A Reading

2011-07-04T11:31:00.000-07:00
The Fourth of July. A celebration of the Declaration of Independence of the colonies of what became known as the United States of America.

Every year in my hometown of Alameda, one of the largest 4th of July parades in the country takes place. The last time I participated in the parade was while working at the Alameda Boys and Girls Club. I didn't yet understand the role of non-governmental organizations in the capitalist economy, otherwise, I would have recognized how the plight of young people from my community was being pimped. The executive director was driving a pink cadillac main street while we walked the streets. Looks like pimping to me.

So when I reflect on the "Fourth", considering the enslavement of African people and the genocide of the indigenous people of this Land, I am reminded of a great abolitionist and his speech, "What does the Fourth of July Mean to the Negro?

In 1852, abolitionist, speaker and journalist Frederick Douglass delivered the speech. The speech speaks to the contraction of the celebration of American Independence that was simultaneous with the enslavement of Africans.

This video features me portraying Frederick Douglass at the College of Alameda's Chattaqua for "Constitution Day." The live jazz played in the background was performed by College of Alameda Professor Herbert Mims, Jr.'s Jazz Ensemble.

Video by Joe Sullivan of Peralta TV's P-Span program. More info: http://pspanperalta.blogspot.com

Royal Wedding and the Media Overload

2011-04-30T09:02:00.000-07:00

It was once said that the Sun never sets on the British Empire. Well, despite rarely watching tele-lie-vision, it appeared that many channels were set on the so-called Royal Wedding of [insert whatever they names is].

I heard of the wedding a few days ago. An NPR reported said CNN was sending 125 journalists to England to cover the wedding. That's a lot of attention for what was a big spectacle. Watching the news in the Free Speech Movement cafe, I saw some parade with streets blocked off and throngs of people waving UK flags. Proud prols.

On one hand, love is a beautiful thing. It should be honored, cherished and celebrated. A glimpse at the royal family culture and tradition, as one woman told me. But it was an inundation. Another example of what is termed, "Global White Supremacy." That same culture and tradition got me stuck in the US speaking nothing but English.

What about the Royal Swazi Family? The last royal wedding of Swaziland wasn't prime time, front page, etc.. Major media is more interest in "disaster porn" and showing colored people in despair.

It's not just about the socially constructed idea of race. It's about class. And the masses of people were in the street. I know there's a magic connected with royalty and princes and princesses, but the masses of people will never be royalty in the man's kingdom.

The wedding is a great distraction for two wars, extreme poverty and the recent tragedy in the American southeast, but there's more vital events taking place. May God bless US all and keep us focused on solutions to Earth's ills.

A Bear and a Rabbit in Berkeley

2011-04-24T12:03:00.000-07:00
One day, a California Black Bear was walked to Strawberry Canyon in Berkeley. There, he met a Snow Bunny named Becky.

They both some ways off the main streets down the trail. Both needed to take a load off, and walked off the trail.

While they were taking a shit in the forest like park, the bear asks the rabbit, "Do you have a problem with shit sticking to your fur?"

Puzzled, Becky says, "No, I've never had a problem with shit sticking to my fur."

"That's good to know," said the Bear. Jamal then got up, walked over to Becky, and wiped his ass with the rabbit."

Here's the Eddie Murphy version:

Here's the cartoon version:

"Does a bear take a shit in the forest and wipe is ass with a fluffy white rabbit?" Yes. But rabbits don't lay eggs.

Lessons learned from a dead possum

2011-04-24T10:26:00.000-07:00
On my way home yesterday, I came across I sad sight: a dead possum in the street. At first, it looked like a big ass cat or a fox. But when I looked again, I could tell it was a West Alameda possum.

I've gotten use to all sorts of critters in our neighborhood. I even have a truce with the Alameda Raccoons (don't F– with me and I won't F– with you).

This possum is just laying in the middle of the street between Longfellow Park and Longfellow (NEA) School. He can't be "playing possum," I think to myself. With cars constantly going by, I'm going to get him out the street before somebody (else) hits him.

I find a discarded bag from a donut on the ground. I fold it up and use it as a glove. I grab the possum by its tail and carry it onto the sidewalk. I place him on the ground in front of the park.

Now, leaving a dead animal in front of a park frequented by children is not the business. "What should I do for the dead possum?" I figure there are two options, (a) bury him; (b) call animal control.

Alameda is known for its wildlife. Last fall, there were a series of highly publicized incidents with gangs of raccoons. When I was in high school, dozens of cats on Navy property were executed by the government.

But a lesser known group of critters are possums. The first possum I ever saw was on Third Street in West Alameda. I was walking to Encinal High and I saw a wet possum in the rain, just chilling on someone's lawn. It was cute in a very rabid way.
On my way home, I see two young men walking. One used come to the after-school program I used to run in the Esperanzas. I greet them both and keep heading home. My plan: get the shovel.

I turn around as I pass Lowe's Market on 5th, and they're taking pictures of the raccoon. I knew that would happen.

I ask my Mom for the number for Animal Control. When I tell her my plans to bury the possum, she says, "Boy, are you crazy? Those things will give you rabies." Y'all know a thing like rabies don't scare Reg.

Grabbing the shovel, I walk back and the two boys are still taking pictures. "Hey," I yell, "don't be messing with that possum."

Meanwhile, I had called the number to Alameda Animal Control my mom had given me. It forwarded me to Alameda Police. The woman on the line asked where I was at, my name, etc, and said she'd "send and officer when she could."

As approach, I see they've taken woodchips and scattered them on the possum's body. "Come here right now," I say to them, like a big brother or uncle might. "Why y'all do that?" I ask.

Of course they snitching on each other and "don't know." He continued, "I was trying to bury him." Riiiiight. The other explained how his older brother and his friends attacked a possum in front of him before.

Now, I wasn't going to do a Janazah for the possum, but I felt he deserved something better than to just laying on the ground while people threw shit on him. And I wasn't waiting for Alameda Police to come. They were likely too busy pulling over motorist to be worried about a possum. Besides, we know Alameda Police have serious training issues when it comes to dealing with other living creatures.

"Throwing wood chips on the possum is not the proper way to bury anything," I said. "You wouldn't want someone doing that to your cat or dog, or even to you, right? I'm going to show y'all how to properly bury a possum."

Taking the shovel, I dug a whole. One of the boys (there are four watching now, by the way) says, "We need a flower." He runs to a nearby yard and grabs one.

One of them starts talking about ghosts. I say that the possum has a spirit too, and that, in order to get forgiveness, he has to help dig the hole. Otherwise, I say, the Spirit of the Possum won't rest. "I hope his ghost comes back and gets whoever got him," the boy says, after both he and his friend dig up dirt.

After we dig the hole, I put the possum's body inside. "Do any of you want to say a few words about Mr. Possum before I begin?" I ask.

"I'm sorry for throwing wood chips on you." "Yeah, me too." "RIP Mr. Possum."

The third boy, probably 3 years old at most, just watches, eating his candy bar. I begin the funeral service:

"In the name of the Creator of all life, we are gathered here today in the memory of Mr. Possum. Paul the Possum. He was a good possum. He ain't ever hurt no body. He was our brother. Just like we like to play in the park, we liked to play in the park. Mr. Possum lived off the land. The same planet that feeds us gave life to Mr. Possum. From the earth we come, and to the earth we return. We pray for his family and hope they can cope with their loss, because possums need love too. All life is valuable. We must respect all life. Mr. Possum, may you rest peacefully.

I cover the hole with dirt. After I pack down the dirt, one boy puts the flower over the grave site. Next, everyone leaves and goes on about their day, but not after first paying respect to one of God's many creations. At the corner of Linden St and Lincoln Ave in West Alameda, Here lies Mr. Possum. Happy Easter.

King would be fighting for workers rights, justice for Oscar Grant, end to U.S. Imperialism

2011-04-03T11:47:00.000-07:00

Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated on April 4, 1968, in Memphis, Tennessee.

King was in Memphis, named after the Ancient Egyptian city (true name: Menefer) with striking sanitation workers demanding environmental justice, dignity and respect as working class people.

Declaring, "I AM A MAN," these men--whose fathers and grandfathers lived under the Jim Crow conditions that led to the lynching of Thomas Moss, friend of Ida B. Wells that led her on her anti-lynching crusade, and whose great-grand parents were likely enslaved--stood firmly for justice.

The night before, King gave the famous "I've Been to the Mountain Top" speech.
King's involvement in the 1968 strike, after coming out against America's imperialist Vietnam War, and his speech, are examples of a King that was growing more radical. In fact, at the time of his death, he was sounding more like Malcolm than Malcolm.

In light of this -- and the constant co-opting of King's memory by the same murderous Amerikkkan regime that martyred him -- here are my thoughts on the 43rd anniversary of King's assassination in light of recent events.

Africa Rising: Tunisia, Egypt and Libya
As we see the oppressed people's of the world rising up across the world, we remember King's words: "...in the human rights revolution, if something isn't done, and in a hurry, to bring the colored peoples of the world out of their long years of poverty, their long years of hurt and neglect, the whole world is doomed."

The uprisings in Tunisia and Egypt, both bolstered by youth and mass labor organizing effectively got ride of the heads of U.S.-backed puppet regimes. But the organizing must continue, otherwise, this unjust society will perpetuate itself in a new face.

Libya is more complex. Due to Ghadafy's past support of African revolutionaries, the recent Racism in Europe Conference held weeks before the C.I.A., AFRICOM and France-backed "rebellion", many are reluctant to support the "rebels" who seemed to be immediately armed. Not to mention the racist attacks against migrant African workers. Conversely, many have not forgotten that Ghadafy is an Arab nationalist and atrocities committed against the original people's before the Arab occupation of North Africa.

Oscar Grant, "Oakland Riots" and Sporadic Union Busting in the Bay Area
King continued his speech with his continued commitment to non-violence. The previous demonstration in Memphis had ended violently and the press focused solely on that aspect of the demonstration, in an attempt to discredit laborers and King, the perpetual "outside agitator."

"Secondly, let us keep the issues where they are. The issue is injustice. The issue is the refusal of Memphis to be fair and honest in its dealings with its public servants, who happen to be sanitation workers. Now, we've got to keep attention on that. That's always the problem with a little violence. You know what happened the other day, and the press dealt only with the window-breaking. I read the articles. They very seldom got around to mentioning the fact that one thousand, three hundred sanitation workers were on strike, and that Memphis is not being fair to them, and that Mayor Loeb is in dire need of a doctor..."

If you have been in Oakland since 2009, that scenario may sound familiar. After BART Police thug Johannes Mehserle murdered Oscar Grant at the Fruitvale BART Station on January 1, 2009, and the BART cover-up began, justice-loving people took to the streets. Media reports called property vandalism "violence" and parroted Oakland Police's line about "outside agitators" destroying Oakland. Media reports exaggerated property damages and regularly sensationalized these events. Whether it was January 7, 2009 (first protest) or January 14 (second major protest), or the July 8 (verdict protest) or November 5 (sentencing protest), major media focused on these acts they called "violence." With one exception -- besides police terrorism on protesters -- I never saw any protesters violently attacking another human being.

In addition to Oscar Grant's murder and the demonization of protesters, the same thing has happened to Bay Area workers. Since 2009, BART workers were under attack. BART and corporate media attacked workers, portraying them as overpaid and ungrateful admist a poor economy. Of course, neither BART of corporate media focused on the grave injustice of the Oakland Airport Connector that would put us young people on the line to pay for their expensive "Star Wars Ski lift."

Then in 2010, after already raising fares and cutting service, AC Transit attacked its largest union. After a bargaining period that was set up to fail (two months for negotiations, really?), AC Transit blamed bus drivers for proposed cuts that would have further crippled the system that was driving towards "bankcruptcy." Hired guns help drive a further wedge amongst any class solidarity between drivers and riders.

The media went along. Election editorials by the Bay Area News Group supported candidates who supported taking gains from unions. Instead of focusing on dumb ass deals like BART's OAC project or AC Transit's Vanhool "relationship," or even the Peralta College's risky bond for health care or failed financial oversight, workers in each of these institutions -- as well as Oakland Unified Teachers, UC Workers, State workers, and others took the brunt.

Just as people are rising up in Wisconsin, people have been rising up -- although in isolation -- in the Bay.

Collective Economic Action
It's also fascinating that most have not heard this King before. He talked about economic cooperatives and boycotting banks and financial institutions. In this era when banks are bailed out while teachers still have ridiculous student loans, a look at the philosophies that brought King to this point is important. Notwithstanding the Montgomery Bus Boycott, it's important to remember the old, "Don't Shop Where You Can't Work" campaigns and such, and need to make similar demands, but on a larger scale -- in particular, I refer to people who bank with institutions who are taking people's land and wealth through foreclosures and predatory practices.

"It is no longer a choice between violence and nonviolence in this world; it's nonviolence or nonexistence," King said. It's now either action or extinction.

Actions in support of the working class are taking place April 4, in Oakland at City Hall from noon to 3, and there are plans for work stoppages elsewhere, with the goal of the 2011 General Strike.

People love to speculate what Dr. King would be doing, or what he would say, if he were alive today.

He surely would be organizing for justice.

Leggings linked to yeast infections, decreased estrogen levels

2011-04-01T09:30:00.000-07:00
LAS VEGAS.-Leggings have become a fashionable way for women to show off their curves. But the display of the feminine form is coming at the expense of womens reproductive health, experts say.

Leggings are a type of fitted clothing that covers the legs. Worn by both women and men, leggings range in fabric types from nylon, latex and spandex, to polyester, cotton and silk.

According to a recent report commissioned by the San Francisco, Calif. based Niagra Institute, leggings can cause a decrease in women's estrogen levels and reduce vaginal moistness. Both of which can lead to reproductive damage and other unintended health and hygiene consequences.

"Our research indicates that prolonged usage of leggings is detrimental to the reproductive capabilities of women," said Dr. Sandeep Vajayjay. "We are very concerned about the long-term affects this fashion trend will exact on teenagers."

In laboratory tests, two different groups with women of similar fitness levels engaged in physical fitness activities in different athletic apparel. A control group wearing shorts was three times more likely to maintain their estrogen levels compared to women of similar physical statures wearing leggings.

The study also founded that women's vaginal moisture was reduced by the popular pants. The tight pants apparently restrict the amount of air flow to the vagina, resulting in a sort of "Green House Gas" effect. That increased heat dries womens natural moisture.

Vaginal dryness is sometimes a result of deficiency estrogen, the female hormone, while other times it may be the result of skin conditions.

Tea Party backed freshman congressman Dan Benignsnatch of Michigan disagreed, calling the research "flawed." Adding, "In my experience, plenty of women in the Tea Party wear leggings and have not had those problems."

Activists with the one-year old Militant Obstetrics League for Lovely Youth (MOLLY) support the study's findings and have called for Congressional action, and more.

"It is past time that women end this trend of trading our health for the aesthetic tastes of others," said Alison Walker. "We urge everyone disgusted with this dysfunctional and patriarchal clothing style to fight against those who wish to imprison us in plastic pants."

Walker accused Benighsnatch of profiting from leggings. Campaign finance reports reveal that the congressman received major funding from nylon and polyester manufacturers last fall in his electoral insurgency. Wisconsin's Governor is also linked to the leggings manufacturing syndicate as a quarter shareholder.

A previous study, coinciding with another initiative investigating leggings potential to reduce cellulite, found that wearing leggings daily for eight weeks is likely to cause yeast infections.

"If you wear them once in a while and the genital area has time to dry, then I think you might be okay," said OG-GYN Dr. Betsy Evans. She added that these fungal infections ofter lead to itching and vaginal pain. "Who would wear those every day, anyway?"

Writer Lucinda Gunnin advises women who want to where the pants but avoid yeast infections to
"look for a cotton crotch to help prevent excess moisture buildup." She was concerned that too much emphasis is being placed on having overly moist vaginas. "Sure, we expect to be warm and moist at the right times but all day, every day is a recipe for discomfort and itch."

The revelation comes just days before an explosive study linking sagging pants to erectile dysfunction is to be released. Urban magazines that receive major advertising funding from legging retailers and Hip Hop inspired fashion lines are very concerned.

"If our clothes making pussies dry and dick malfunctions, it's gone be detrimental to our bottom line [sic]" according to Jimmy Johnson, founder of Dookie Bottoms clothing line principal and Publisher of Black Back magazine.

The Importance of Following Instructions

2011-03-12T20:40:00.000-08:00
This evening, I received an email from my family and comrades of the African Women's Charity Organization entitled, "The Importance of Following Instructions."

Growing up, I was hard headed. I didn't want to listen, pay attention, or follow instructions. Especially when it was from those I did not trust or respect. (However, being able and willing to follow instructions, for a variety of purposes, is a different matter.)

At any rate, at the end of the message were the following "Rules of Discipline" from Baba Kwame Nkrumah's Handbook of Revolutionary Warfare. LISTEN UP!

1. Obey orders in all your actions.
2. Do not take a single needle or piece of thread from the masses.
3. Turn in everything captured.
4. Speak politely.
5. Pay fairly for what you buy.
6. Return everything you borrow.
7. Pay for anything you damage.
8. Do not hit or swear at people.
9. Do not damage crops.
10. Do not take liberties with women.
11. Do not ill-treat captives.
12. Keep your eyes and ears open.
13. Know the enemy within.
14. Always guide and protect the children.
15. Always be the servant of the people.

This past summer at Oakland Freedom School, my Brother Daniel Muhammad reinstilled this necessity within me -- especially when leading our young. But actions speak louder than words. Peep the technique!

FREEDOM! One.

Don't lose hope

2011-03-06T12:50:00.000-08:00
Hope cannot be lost, only misplaced.
Misplaced as anger
Misplaced as frustration
Misplaced as inevitable failure

But inside the depths
of all things
and all people

there is hope.

Hope exists.

Dedicated to the Esperanzas.

Will Obama walk picket line in Wisconsin?

2011-02-27T11:42:00.001-08:00
One of the most interesting phenomenons in the Obama Post-Racial Internet Age, when you flip-flop, it's documented.

In 2007, President Obama said, "If American workers are being denied their right to organize and collectively bargain, when I'm in the White House, I'll put on a comfortable pair of shoes myself, I'll walk on that picket line, as President of the United States of America."

"When did American workers become the enemy?"

As Colorlines.com writes, "Thanks to the destruction of manufacturing jobs and unions, black and Latino workers in manual occupations have disproportionately suffered high rates of poverty and incarceration as many of their families disintegrate. The one toe-hold many black and minority workers (and especially women among them) still have in the economy is in unionized public employment. Now, the Republicans want to take that away."

Indeed, here in the Bay Area, when private employers refused to hire "Negroes," it was the public sector -- particularly the federal government -- that hired Blacks. Public sector employment has become one of the largest sources of social mobility for the stable working class, aka the "Black working class." So as my Black Family professor at Laney College, Dr. Mary Lewis said, "When [they] talking about downsizing, or shrinking government, you're talking about taking away employment of the Black Middle Class."

But it Wisconsin, home of "Cream City," it should become more evident that this is class warfare. Most of the people I've seen on TV protesting were white. So, in instances like union busting taking place across the country, it should become more obvious that social constructs like race are only distracting us from the reality of class warfare.

As rapper and activist Jasiri X asks, "Can Main Street get a bailout? Tell the President our checks weren't bailed out. Reporting from Wisconsin, Jasiri X notes American Workers and up against Multi-Billionaires and their media lapdogs.

Considering that it was a liberal, multi-ethnic, inter-generational -- dare I say the "D" word, diversity -- coalition that elected Obama, where does the President stand on Wisconsin and corporate stooge Gov. Scott Walker's proposal?

He called it "an assault on unions" but Obama hasn't made his way West to Wisconsin. Yet.

Will Obama walk the picket line in Wisconsin? Or will pick some more lines in the budget to boost the bucks of his Wall Street buddies?

Capitalism Created Black History Month

2011-02-17T00:22:00.001-08:00

Five years ago, I wrote "Black History is More Than 28 days." Prior to that, and since that time, I've participated in, reported on, and organized dozens of Black History Month events. Each year, coinciding with the Lunar New Year, I reflect on my life, my family, our community, our nation, and this world.

Every year, I am increasingly dismayed by the negative influence of capitalism on Black History Month.

In 2006, I wrote, "Black History Month has come far from its humble beginnings to become a time of cultural celebration, education and community service (as well as a magnet for token-corporate sponsorship opportunities)." Focusing on the later throwaway statement, while I don't remember specifically what corporate cultural sponsor I was referring to, corporations give big money out in February (a menial token after all the money Negroes gave them the months before).

So what corporations might give big money to support Black History Month? ... WalMart? Chevron? Wells Fargo? Comcast? Lehman Brothers? Enron? It seems like there's always some company--especially those with sketchy relationships with African people--ready to give money.

So, a company like Wells Fargo, which regularly tables at my former school, Laney College, will sponsor a Black History Month event or buy advertising in a Black newspaper. Meanwhile, two states sued Wells Fargo in 2010 for "steering black borrowers into expensive mortgages, only to later conduct many foreclosures that cost the cities property tax revenue" and led to over $180 BILLION to be drained from Black and Latino communities, according to the Black Agenda Report.

But besides this sort of counter-intuitive, false conscious patronage, as well as ignorant anti-Black statements or downright racist stereotypes, there is also another major bi-product of capitalism; competition.

"Black History Month has come far from its humble beginnings to become a time of cultural celebration, education and community service (as well as a magnet for token-corporate sponsorship opportunities).
Since Black History Month is celebrated in February (and not because the white man" gave us the shortest month of the year", these Negroes try to fit 5 million events in these four weeks, as if it is uncool, or counter-productive to be Black year round. With this small window of time and a plethora of events, conflict is frequent. "

"In order to promote my event, and get more money than you from my corporate sponsor, I can't collaborate with you," the actions of some people seem to say. Even within the Peralta Colleges system, it was amazingly difficult to get all four campuses to work together to create one calender, and often events across the district would conflict. And on a single campus, faculty aren't working together, or students are working amongst themselves and not with the faculty. I remember one year at College of Alameda, some faculty and staff avoided coming to Black History planning meetings, didn't come to any planned events. Later, they stated, "Since there was no Black History Month, we're going to plan a Black Arts Festival" and wanted money from the student government to fund it.

Operating under this Eurocentric-notion of competition, African people miss out on the opportunity to collaborate. Collaboration and networking is central to the African worldview, spiritual practices, and the techniques we've used to survive.

If Black History Month continues to be co-opted by the corporate machine and the mythical Black capitalism, Black people will be history. Permanently.

p.s. If Capitalism created Racism. And racism led to racial science and the Western education omitting African contributions to civilizations. The outrights lies of "his-story led to Negro History Week, which led to Black History Month. Therefore, Capitalism Created Black History Month.

p.s.s. The Capitalist influence of SEO led me to write that headline, in hopes for more page views.

Hate Valentine's, but love to love to love ya

2011-02-13T11:24:00.000-08:00
Bah humbug! Valentine's, smalentines! Only thing I like about February 14 is that it's my grandmother's birthday. (I know she don't read blogs, but Happy Birthday Grandma!)

"My Sweetie" by Bunny Mack

Romance, with no finance? No chance
I never cared much for this alleged holy-day. It was always a source of disappointment. Either I never had a Valentine, or I didn't (seem) have all the material things for a Valentine. "What's love got to do with it?"

I remember stealing some flowers and Scooby Doo Valentines cards in elementatry school. Meanwhile, I didn't get a card (at least, not from who I wanted one from), and vaguely recall being disappointed.

So, I suppose it was either poverty or the penitentiary chances I was taking as a pre-teen that has led me to hate on Valentine's since high school.

"It's a Hallmark holiday," I once heard someone say. And it is. According to a the National Retail Federation, the average U.S. consumer spends $116 on V-Day, with all U.S. consumers spending about $15.7 billion dollars.

It's not hard to imagine. Card, teddy bear, flowers, candy, dinner, movies, hotel, prophylactics, VD testing, collect calls and conjugal visits, and all those expenses.

"True love and intimacy should be celebrated everyday. It shouldn't take a commercial holiday to remind your significant other that you love and appreciate them."
Khari Toure
I was eating dinner with a friend (a rather cute friend too) at La Pinata a few nights ago when a woman approaches us with roses, "Flowers for your girlfriend?" :::shakes head::: It reminded me back in the day when I used to do the same thing. After all my clepto-celebrations, I decided to start a business. I was eight years old going from restaurant to restaurant on Webster St in Alameda selling flowers. And I was bold too!

"Flowers for your lady?" I'd ask. "No, I'm cool little man." My response, "What, your lady ain't good enough for some flowers?" or I'd say to her, "If you were with me, I'd have you sleeping on a bed of rose petals." Ok. I never said that last one, but one time, I pulled a smooth move. When the guy said no, I pulled out a single red rose and gave it to the woman he was with. It was inside some Italian restaurant in Frisco. I said, "This one's on me. I know a valuable lady when I see one." The man bought all my flowers for $100.

Like they say, "Romance with no finance has no chance." Even before I was ten, under the watchful eye of Senor Cupid, I understood this and used it to my financial advantage. Of course, there's no when capital is involved.

"Tired of Being Alone" and "Tired of the Fake sh-t"
I've been trying to figure out, why I feel how I feel about Valentine's. And Al Green's, "Tired of Being Alone" came on.

"The people with the most disdain for Valentine's day are usually lonely or hurting," writes my friend Charles Perkins. There may be some truth to this. For years I have railed against Valentine's Day (not withstanding when I was trying to profit myself). This has often been to the detriment of my relationships. I'm sure this has been a greater source of disappointment to the women who were interested in me. I suppose the disdain comes from the hurt of feeling alone and/or lonely. So when Charles writes, "Give everyone you see (that looks like they have good hygiene) a hug," I know I could use one. But it's more than that driving the disgust.

This holiday, like many others in the United Snakes, feels fake. And let's keep it real. How many women are being battered before, during and after Valentine's Day? How many sexually transmitted diseases are being spread on Valentine's? How many people do you know that fucked off they credit for a jump-off? I know, or have known, a few of each.

So, in a time period when women are objectified and marginalized, I find it difficult to (a) bang on babylon and this capitalist distraction, while (b) helping to validate women and their primacy in our species' survival. I want to validate the women in my life (and not just polyamorously), but have refused to do so at a dictated time in a dictated, commercial manner. In reality, days like Valentine's can be confusing as to how to really celebrate our better halves. Breaking the Chains of Psychological Slavery also requires breaking out of capitalist paradigms that define love financially.

"I'm looking for a real love"
Mary J. Blidge sang, "I'm looking for a real love. Someone to set my heart free." Same for me. I'm not looking for a love that will imprison me in unhappiness. Nor do I want to be a source of unhappiness for my mate. But I've found the pressure to celebrate Valentines can be a deal breaker.

Fortunately, I know better and have experienced a real love. And I know that a real love understands if you have to work, go to school, or take someone to the hospital on February 14. I'd "love to love to love ya", but I just ain't no "Funny Valetine" type.

As best as I know, I will celebrate our love every day. I'm not gone wait until February 14th to express our love either.

"True love and intimacy should be celebrated everyday. It shouldn't take a commercial holiday to remind your significant other that you love and appreciate them," writes poet Khari Toure.

If I see Cupid on the block, I'm taking his arrows and selling them at the Laney College Flea Market next weekend. I don't care what 112 says, Cupid be lying.

And as Khari writes, "Roses wilt, candy causes cavities and cards get lost over time but true love is eternal." Let's go beyond the simplistic signs of so-called love and seek a love that's everlasting.

Wale - My Sweetie:

The Black Press in the 19th Century (Essay)

2011-01-27T08:13:00.000-08:00
An essay on the origins of the Black Press that I'm continuing to develop. The essay focuses on the beginnings of the Black Press from its inception in 1827 in New York, its successors, and its role before emancipation, during slavery, Reconstruction and Jim Crow in the North, South and emerging Western states of North America.

This is dedicated to my sista scholar Shontrice Williamson, aka Trice the Beast.

Early Development of the Black Press: 1827-1898

By Reginald James
Written 2010

Since Black people were stolen from the African continent, enslaved, and legally designated as property, white people have defined the Black experience. Since their inception, white-owned newspapers featured Black people as objects, not subjects. “We didn’t exist it the other papers,” said Vernon Jarrett in the documentary The Black Press: Soldiers Without Swords. “We were neither born, we didn’t get married, we didn’t die...we were truly invisible, unless we committed a crime.” (Jarrett)

Amidst this backdrop, and efforts to thwart the rights of northern Blacks, the Black Press rose in resistance. The first Black newspaper emerged in New York City in 1827, although, Blacks, both free and enslaved, had been published since the colonial days. The Freedom’s Journal advocated liberation of Black people with editorials denouncing slavery, and telling the stories of prominent people that the white press would ignore. It also published birth notices, death notices and marriages. (Pride and Wilson, 9-14)

Since its inception, the Black Press has been the greatest tool of the African American community in combating racism, promoting self-development, and community building and empowerment. Without the Black Press, African people would not have a voice and would be forced to accept the definitions created by others.

Although there were newspapers published by abolitionists, Black people believed they were their own greatest advocates. (Jarrett) “We wish to plead our own cause,” wrote Freedom’s Journal editors John Brown Russworm and Rev. Samuel Cornish. Although published only a year, Freedom’s Journal not only impacted the world through its reporting of national and international news, but also its employment of agents who sold the paper in numerous states. In fact, one of its agents (salespersons) was David Walker, who published a pamphlet in 1829 calling for enslaved Africans in the south to violently revolt. Two years later, a literate preacher named Nat Turner led a famed uprising.

The debate over colonization (sending Blacks to Liberia, versus emancipation, freedom in America) between the newspapers editors led Freedom’s Journal to cease publication; however, they both continued publishing papers. Russworm published the the Liberia Herald in Monrovia, Liberia while Cornish published Rights for All until a month after Walker’s Appeal.

It was not until 1837 that another Black newspaper would be published that would adequately speak to the needs of Black people with a range equivalent to Freedom’s Journal. (Pride and Wilson, 25) Published by Cornish and Phillip A. Bell in New York, The Colored American sought the “moral, social and political” elevation of the free colored people; and the peaceful emancipation of the enslaved.” (Penn, 38) The newspaper became the first Black publication to be published for a considerable length of time. Filling the void that white abolitionists sought to fill after Freedom’s Journal.

In 1846, a state law was proposed to extend suffrage rights of African American men in New York. The New York Sun, a politically conservative daily newspaper published from 1833-1850 under the motto, “The Sun Shines for All,” ran editorials in opposition to such a state constitutional amendment. A man named Willis A. Hodges wrote a reply that was only published when he agreed to pay a sum of fifteen dollars. “Its sentiments were modified” and published as an advertisement. When Hodges protested the changes made, Hodge was told, “The Sun shines for all white men, and not for colored men.” If he wanted to plead his cause, he would have to publish his own paper. After consulting with other leading figures in the Black community of his day, in January 1847, Hodge published the first issue of The Ram’s Horn. The motto: “We are men, and therefore interested in whatever concerns men.” (Penn, 62-63)

Abolitionist Frederick Douglass published one of the most well known early Black newspapers. The North Star, named in recognition of the celestial symbol of freedom for southern Blacks who wished to escape to freedom, like Douglass did, agitated for emancipation. Douglass used the pages of the North Star, later renamed the Frederick Douglass Paper, to blast Europeans for their hypocrisy of enslaving Africans while touting their free society. (Penn, 67-70)

Most early Black newspapers were published in the U.S. In 1851, after the passage of the Fugitive Slave Act of 1850, Henry Bibb published The Voice of the Fugitive from Canada. Two years later, a woman named Mary Ann Shadd published the first newspaper edited by a Black woman with The Provincial Freeman. Shadd had been an agent for William Lloyd Garrison’s The Liberator and a dispute with Bibbs over integration, which he opposed, led Shadd to publish her own newspaper.

The first Black newspaper published in California was in San Francisco and reveals the difficulties faced by Blacks in a racist, yet “free state.” Published in 1857, the publication appealed to “colored” residents of California. Its editor, Mifflin Gibbs, was an abolitionist who had toured with Douglass years before coming west during the Gold Rush. The Mirror adamantly opposed California’s restrictive “Black Laws.” The newspaper was responsible for the greatly attended “California Colored Convention of 1858. Gibbs ceased editing the publication, turning over responsibility to Jonas Holland Townsend. Gibbs and hundreds of other Blacks, fled the discrimination to British Columbia, known as the Black Exodus of 1858. Four years later, the publication merged with the Pacific Appeal under the editorship of Phillip A. Bell, who had moved west. (Pride and Wilson, 65-72)

It was illegal for enslaved Africans to read during slavery. Thus, the Black Press did not flourish in the south until after emancipation. Also, literacy rates in were low for enslaved and free blacks alike. The New Orleans Tribune began publishing during the Civil War in 1862. A bilingual newspaper for both French and English readers, it ceased publication when, in 1864, it became a tri-weekly publication and later the first Black daily, named L’Union, or La Tribune de la Nouvelle-Orleans (Pride and Wilson, B8; Wilson).

It was previously believed that the first Black newspaper published in the south was the Colored American in 1865. Its prospectus read, “It will be devoted to the promotion of harmony and good-will between the whites and the colored people of the South, and untiring in its advocacy of Industry and Education among all classes; but particularly the class most in need of our agency.” (Penn, 100-102) In 1874, Blanch K. Bruce, the first Black U.S. Senator, founded the Star in Floreyville, Mississippi. It helped propel Bruce and Hiram Revels to office. (Pride and Wilson, 92)

The most noted man in journalism post-reconstruction was Timothy Thomas Fortune, known as T. Thomas Fortune. He edited three newspapers in New York, beginning in 1880 with the Globe, the Freeman, and the Age. After editing the Freeman, he went on to be a member of the editorial staff of the white daily, The New York Evening Sun. He fiercely opposed corruption among both Democrats and Republicans, rare as most Black newspaper men were connected to the Republican Party, and he was the first person to ever suggest a National Negro League. His publication was one of few to have a Women’s Department in the 1880s. A southern born man, he was a proponent Booker T. Washington’s philosophy, later helped further propel one of the greatest Black women journalists national prominence; Ida B. Wells. (Penn, 133-138)

Wells, a teacher by trade, began her journalism career writing for a Black church weekly named The Living Way. The publication was one of many papers published by Black churches, widely seen as the most dominant institutions in Black life from their inception to present day. After become editor and co-owner of the Free Speech newspaper of Memphis, Wells single-handedly launched the largest campaign against lynching ever. After the lynching of her good friend, Wells debunked the myth perpetrated by the white press that lynch law was justified in response to the “rape of white women.” Wells found that it was white men’s own racist, sexist and economic insecurities that led to lynching. Her agitation led to her own exile from the South. At The Age, She tabulated lynching statistics and crusaded internationalized the struggle, becoming the first Black woman paid for her overseas correspondence. (Pride and Wilson, 94; Penn, 407-410; Wells)

In 1891, I. Garland Penn, 24, published the comprehensive, “Afro-American Press.” The book documented the history of the Black Press through a combination of interviews, correspondence and primary research using remaining and known copies of early Black newspapers. Penn himself formerly edited the Lynchburg Laborer and was a school principal. (Penn)

Black newspapers originated out of the struggle of New York Blacks to establish their citizenship and fight for the freedom of their Southern kin. Through mid-western migration and Southern emancipation, Black newspapers spoke to the lives of the sojourner and migrant alike. Before the turn of the century, numerous Black newspapers dotted the landscape of the new American West; Seattle’s Republican ran 21 years from 1894, Portland’s The New Age and even the scarcely black populated Montana had the Colored Citizen in 1894. (Pride and Wilson, 108-110)

Perhaps ironically, the Black Press may have learned from the partisanship and subjectivity of colonial papers that agitated for American colonial rights from the British. Objectivity, although a central principle, is one of the biggest myths in journalism. The Black Press admittedly has never been objective. The object for first 70 years of the Black Press was to lead a formerly bound people on the path towards freedom, justice and equality.

With newspapers named The Anglo-African, the Afro-American, the Colored American, the Elevator, the Indianapolis Freeman and the Pacific Appeal, even the names of early Black newspapers show the struggle of Black people in both finding a place and defining the race. The trajectory of a dual battle has continued to this day. The Black Press’ two-fold duty has been to fight racism and promote self-help.

Most importantly, the Black Press allowed Black people to speak for themselves. “No longer shall others speak for us,” read the first editorial of The Freedom’s Journal. If Black people do not raise their voices with conviction, and speak out for truth and righteousness, someone else will. Or, as has happened in the past, no one will. Regardless, Black people should still use the Black Press to “educate the masses” in the cause of liberation and self-determination.

Works Cited

Penn, Irvine Garland. “The Afro-American press and its editors.” Willey & Co Publishers. 1891. Arno Press and the New York Times. New York. 1969.

Pride, Armistead S. and Clint C. Willson II. “History of the Black Press.” Howard University Press. Washington, D.C. 1997

The Black Press: Soldiers Without Swords. Dir. Nelson, Stanley. California Newsreel, PBS. 1997.

Vernon Jarrett. Interviewee. The Black Press: Soldiers Without Swords. Dir. Nelson, Stanley. California Newsreel, PBS. 1997.

Wells, Ida B., edited by Alfreda Duster. “Crusade for Justice: The Autobiography of Ida B. Wells.” University of Chicago Press, Chicago. 1970.

Freedom’s Journal, March 16, 1827

Wilson, Clint II. “First Black Daily Newspaper Founded” Black Press USA. Jan. 2002. Date Accessed 12 Dec 2010

Girls with Gold Teeth

2010-12-23T00:17:00.001-08:00
There's something I like, that I'm not supposed to.

I like girls with gold teeth. Not just any ol' grill, but open-faced gold ones.

When the Trending Topic landed in my Twitter timeline, I posted: #secretturnon Women with open-face gold ones. hahaha.

It was funny in the moment. I later went through my retweets for the month and came across this message: "My Kryptonite: girls with "open face gold ones.""

At this point, I don't know what prompted that first tweet, but there is clearly a pattern of confused desire.

Thinking back to where this habit may have formed, I have three theories:
An elder in the community, a grandma, or somebody had gold teeth. My affinity for them has led to my perceived attraction to shorties with the grill
When grills were poppin' in my high school days, I remember some pretty fly young ladies who had gold teeth. Maybe, I have a delayed/latent attraction
Maybe it was Halle Berry in BAPS? No, that definitely ain't it.
There's something I associate with the gold teeth that I'm feeling.

Sometimes we have ideas in our heads that create certain associations. I'm not sure what I associate gold teeth with. It's not wealth. Lord knows, although Glenn Beck and Alex Jones hawk gold on their shoes, a grill is not the best investment.

Although there is something distinctly African about grills, I don't necessarily associate gold teeth with only Black folks. Besides the fact that young Latinos, South East Asians and White Folks get gold teeth too (in the Bay Area), I've regularly seen older Asians with gold teeth.

Unfortunately, Google Images doesn't appear to provide any justification for my fashionable fetish. Every single search combination I've tried brings up Flavor Flav.

Gold teeth is a form of facial adornment. It's definitely gotten way too out of hand. Then again, if I had disposal income, I might do that. But I'll get braces before gold teeth. (Don't worry ladies, I'm keeping the gap)

It's not something I see often these days. Then again, I don't travel down South as frequently as I used to. But even in Oakland, there were some woman--of good pedigree--rocking the grillz. But in this economy, it's not a wise investment.

But it's still cute.

After watching this video, I think I think I changed my mind.

Photo Credit: Watchyoursetup.com, NYTimes.com, © Paul Barton/Corbis, Grillz Video

Oakland legend - Chappell Hayes - Environmental Justice advocate, West Oakland leader

2010-12-20T13:25:00.001-08:00

Photo: EBRPD

This weekend, I visited the beautiful Middle Harbor Shoreline Park. This little known gem in West Oakland has a fascinating geographic history. Instead of getting into that, or how the East Bay Regional Park District will cease to operate this park in 2011, I will focus this blog on one man's legacy.

As I've studied more and more about the history of Oakland, environmental justice and other land use issues in Oakland, I learn more about the role Black folks have played in defining the the East Bay. I vaguely recall hearing the name, Chappell Hayes before.

This summer, I took a group of students from Oakland Freedom School to 14th and Mandela Parkway, where I talked about the 1989 Loma Prieta earthquake. As part of an ongoing education series for my "Ida B. Wells" class, I spoke about environmental racism. I framed this around the issue of where the Cypress Freeway was built.

Initially a viaduct to mitigate traffic to the Bay Bridge, in 1957, the Cypress Freeway was built, cutting an increasingly segregated West Oakland in half. West Oakland residents fought the creation of a freeway through their community, though to no avail.

In 1989, the Loma Prieta earthquake brought down the Cypress, killing over three dozen people. West Oakland residents, though surviving the depressing Reagonomic era of violent, crack covered violence, came to the rescue of many commuting motorist passing their own neighborhoods overhead.

In the 1990s, West Oakland fought against the rebuilding of the freeway in their community. Considered the leading advocate of relocating the freeway, Chappell Hayes.

Photo: Pinetree3 via Panaramio

The observation Tower above is named in honor of Mr. Hayes. Below is a photo of a plaque located at Middle Harbor Shoreline Park.

Below is the plaques description. Breathe in Peace Mr. Hayes.

"A community activist and environmentalist, Chappell Hayes was the driving force behind the Clean Air Alternative Coalition, which successfully convinced Caltrans to re-route the new Cypress freeway away from West Oakland neighborhoods. Mr. Hayes developed programs for at-risk youth and help to redefine environmental issues to include broader urban concerns such as poverty and racism. As an entrepreneur, community leader, member of many boards and commissions, and devoted community builder, Mr. Hayes raised the consciousness of West Oakland residents and neighbors, including the Port of Oakland, to work for clean air and environmental justice."

Below is a 2004 Oakland Tribune article about the dedication to Hayes, by his nemesis, the Port of Oakland.

Visionary Hayes Honored by PortSunday, January 25, 2004
by Paul T. Rosynsky, Staff Writer

Oakland ~ During his brief 45 years of life, Chappell Hayes inspired hundreds and changed the lives of thousands with his stoic leadership of West Oakland's never-ending fight for environmental justice.
As an outspoken critic of governmental policies that favored industrial development over community cohesiveness, Hayes stood as a beacon of hope for thousands of disenfranchised residents who neither had the means nor the knowledge to fight against the destruction of their neighborhood.

So it was fitting Saturday, exactly 10 years after Hayes' death, that his nemesis, the Port of Oakland, dedicated its prized environmental achievement to the man who made it happen.

In an emotionally stirring ceremony, more than 100 family members and friends, including his wife, City Council member Nancy Nadel, and daughter, Sele Nadel-Hayes, helped the port turn a new observation tower at Middle Harbor Shoreline Park into a monument celebrating Hayes' life and achievements.

"The naming of the observation tower is very fitting for Chappell," Nadel said, wrapping up a two-hour dedication ceremony. "With his feet on earth and head in the clouds, he served as an inspiration to me and Sele. Now, he has the ability to inspire us all to infinity."

Hayes, who died of cancer in 1994, is credited for helping West Oakland begin its long and continuing battle against polluting industries and the governments that support them.

With a grassroots campaign that tapped the unused pool of West Oakland residents, Hayes successfully fought various initiatives and projects, which many said would have destroyed an already struggling neighborhood.

Hayes fought against construction of a new Cypress Freeway through the center of West Oakland, forced the port to spend millions on environmental initiatives and helped get like-minded residents elected to organizations throughout the Bay Area.

All the while, he worked with West Oakland youth showing them a life outside of poverty and violence and teaching them how to make their voice heard.

"He shaped me into who I am today," said a tearful Anthony McNeal, a former drug dealer who became Hayes' campaign manager. "Chappell Hayes, to me, is like the father I never had and I mean that. Today, I just want to tell him some of the things I have accomplished."

Those include a 28-year marriage, raising a daughter now attending college and governor's award for saving people trapped on collapsed I-880 freeway during the 1989 Loma Prieta earthquake.

Others had similar stories of Hayes who's most memorable line, "It's not over until we win," was repeated throughout the ceremony.

"Chappell always worked for this community, he worked night and day," said Ellen Wyrick Parkinson, a long-time ally of Hayes. "If he was here today, I would love to tell him that we got it done. I can see we made a difference."

Port officials decided to name the tower after Chappell two years ago after West Oakland residents, who helped design the new park, came up with the idea.

And with this stunning views of the San Francisco skyline and its proximity to both the environment and the port's maritime operation, officials thought it was the perfect tribute.

"It's a magical place where the sky meets the Bay, while standing here you can see the pulse of the Bay and the nature that uses it," said Port Commission President John Protopappas. "How symbolic it is of us to name the tower after a visionary. This tower watches over Oakland as a sentinel and a gateway to the city."

PETA investigation reveals Land O'Lakes' deplorable cow conditions

2010-11-21T14:15:00.001-08:00
Another reason ... to go Vegan

Downed Cows Left to Suffer
for Land O' Lakes.

Photography, review awarded at JACC conference

2010-11-10T21:05:00.000-08:00

I was excited to learn that the Laney Tower staff brought back ten awards at the NorCal Journalism Association for Commnunity Colleges (JACC) conference at San Jose State last weekend.

Among the awards, the Tower also received the JACC's General Excellence Award. It is the first time since I was editor. Major props to current Editor-in-Chief Tracey Tate, the prolific blogger behind BlingingBeauty.com.

I won two awards this time that I am very proud of; First Place for "News Photo" and Third Place for "Critical Review." This is the second time I was awarded first place at NorCal for a News Photo.

When I would look at JACC contest results, I always wondered just what people won for. Well, here are the entries that won.

News Photo

The photo above was taken during the March 4 Day of Action in Defense of Education. After a rally at Laney College, march to downtown Oakland, and rally at Frank Ogawa Plaza, a group of protesters hit the streets. The group eventually ended up on the freeway and over 150 were arrested. I call them the "Nimitz 150."

Critical Review
This award I am particularly proud of. Although I won an award for News Story and Meritous Award for an Enterprise Story about work-study disparities at Laney College, I had never won for my opinion or arts stories. Until now.

My review of Vagina Monologues at Laney College, titled, "If these (vaginal) walls could talk" was one of my favorite stories that I've written for the Tower. With such a sensitive topic, I knew that I had to enter with care. I had fun and thought it was an interesting twist that a man was writing the story.

As the son of a former Arts Editor for the California Voice, I look forward to writing more about art in the near future. This was great encouragement.

Finally, along with three amazing people I've met at Laney, I share an award for Photo Essay collaboration. Photos by Dan Figueroa (DanFigPhoto.com), Elijah Nouvelage and I were compiled by former Tower Editor-in-Chief Angelica Carapia into a great photo essay about March 4.

I don't have all the specific photos, but you can see all of them within the following video. The song, "Chop from the Top" is Laney College's March 4 anthem.

Shout out to Burt Dragin, adviser to the Tower. Keep up the great work!

I Got Grapes!

2010-10-26T10:10:00.000-07:00
A few years ago, Bay Area artist Nump came out with the song, "I got Grapes!" It became a local weed anthem of sorts.

"You got purple? I got grapes."

No. I don't smoke. I don't know where to get it either. But I do know where to get some grapes; the Farmer's Market.

And thanks to me randomly walking by a meeting for the Lake Merritt Station Area Plan meeting at Laney College, I got food for my whole class.

I got grapes!

15 Songs About Rain I Like

2010-10-24T12:33:00.000-07:00
A lot of artists have made songs about Rain. Madonna's "Rain", Mariah Carey's "Through the Rain", . One song about rain name drops "Songs About Rain".

Most of the songs associate the rain with pain. That's why, "I can't stand the rain" has been covered so many times. Artists like Eruption, Seal, Janis Joplin and Tina Turner all sing, they "Can't Stand the Rain."

Hip Hop has many tracks about rain, too.

Of course, Missy Elliott's Supa Dupa Fly "The Rain" (Can't Stand the Rain). Mobb Deep and Lil Kim's "Quiet Storm" evokes the rain in the beat, but it's not a song about rain. Will Smith and Jill Scott's "The Rain" and Shaq and Notorious B.I.G. "Can't Stop the R.E.I.G.N.".

Fat Joe and Lil Wayne's "Make it Rain" is a different type of rain all together. Of course, Mac Dre's "Raining Game" was considered, but it was more about "sauce" than "water" dropping from the sky.

There are way too many songs about rain to list here. Here are 15 I like. Hope you enjoy them too!

15. "Still Raining, Still Dreaming" by Jimi Hendrix

14. "It Never Rains in Southern California" by Albert Hammond

13. "Songs About Rain" by Gary Allan

12. "Rain" by Creed

11. "Kiss the Rain" by Billie Myers

10. "Purple Rain Drops" by Stevie Wonder

9. "November Rain" by Guns N' Roses

8. "Please Don't Stop the Rain" by James Morrison

7. "Kisses in the Rain" by John Pizzarelli

6. "Candy Rain" by Soul IV Real

5. "It Never Rains in Southern California" by Tony! Toni! Tone!

4. "Here Comes the Rain Again" by Eurythmics

3. "I Can't Stand the Rain" by Ann Peebles

2. "Can You Stand the Rain" by New Edition

1. "The Rain" by Oran Juice Jones

Are there any songs I missed?

We be to Woman What 'Key be to Lock'

2010-10-24T10:02:00.000-07:00

There are many double-standards in our society. There are too many instances where behavior is acceptable for someone, or some group, but not acceptable for others.

One of the biggest seems to be along gender lines. There are many behaviors deemed acceptable for men, but not for women. There are also some things that are acceptable for women to do, but not for me. Nowhere do these double standards appear greater than when they relate to sex.

My brother CAPS recently posted the graphic above on his Facebook page. It is a funny explanation of why it is acceptable for men to have plenty of women, but it is inappropriate for women too.

A women - presumably - posted the following status message on Facebook (punctuation added):

"It is odd how society sees things. Let's say a guy sleeps with all these girls, "He's the man!" or a stud," she writes. "But if a girl does, she's a total slut or whore. Is society sexist?"

Here's how one man responded.

"Well, think about it this way. If a key can open a bunch of locks, it's viewed as a Master Key, and is awesome to have," Brandon writes. "But if a lock is opened by a lot of different keys, well, that's a pretty shitty lock of you ask me."

Photo Credit: Photobucket user Aaronbeach_2007

But does the metaphor go deeper?

The purpose of a lock is to protect something of importance, of value. In this instance, the lock being the woman, more explicitly, her vagina. And the man's penis is the key.

But what is the purpose of opening the lock?

The purpose of opening a lock is like going to an ATM. You either want to withdraw, deposit or cash, or check your balance. Too many people are involved in casual sex. They just putting they key in the lock to see if it will fit.

But just because you can fit your key in the lock, it doesn't mean that it will open. Even some "Master Keys" can fit inside locks that they cannot open. Likewise, just because your penis fits inside, it does not mean you have truly opened the lock. Because a woman is not just a physical thing. A woman is a spiritual vessel.

The vagina is the passageway to eternal life.

When one looks at the Kemetic symbol of the Ankh (right), you are looking at the symbolic representation of man and woman, or a lock and a key.

Atop, the circle and the horizontal line represents the woman's opening. Below, the staff represents the man's shaft.

It is through the union of man and woman that the child is born. This creation of life, perpetuated generation after generation, is eternal life.

We be to women what key be to lock.

So, men may think it is cool to go around putting your key in every lock it fits into, that's the best way to defile your key. If you forcing a key into holes it don't belong in, there's how you ruin the teeth. When the teeth of a key is filed down, it will no longer open the key it was made to fill.

Likewise, a lock that has a bunch of keys and other crap put inside it will no longer be useful. Have you ever seen someone put gum, glue or even rubber cement in a lock?

Brothers: What key is on your key chain? What does your key open?

Sisters: What is your lock protecting? Who has the key?

One Way to Ride Free on AC Transit (And Piss off all the Passengers)

2010-10-19T17:40:00.001-07:00
Another entry for the AC Transit Diaries...or the "Ain't that a..." Series

Riding the 1R bus from Broadway to Madison (downtown Oakland to Laney College mission) and this man gets on the bus, refusing to pay his fare.

"My car broke down," he says, arguing with a passenger who asks him not to slow down our Rapid bus. "No, you get off the bus."

"I paid my mothaf*cking fare," responds the oh-so-masculine lady eating sunflower seeds.

The bus drivers turns off the engine and won't go until he pays or exits. Despite pleas from passengers, the man refuses. A youngster – who 10 seconds before was plotting to "drop some ice in the aisle so someone slips" says he's going to "peg" the man with one of the ice cubes from his drink. I stand up and walk towards the front. Many passengers at this point have started to get off the bus for the 40 behind us.

"Any of y'all gone help me escort this man off the bus?" I ask. "But not you," I say, pointing to the young man with the oversized Cookie Monster shirt with a cup full of ice. "I just need two people max to remove him. Or, y'all can wait for the Sheriff."

No passenger takes my invitation to "remove" him, and many leave for the bus that just arrived.

"I'm disabled, you're required by law to give me a ride," he says to the driver. He continues arguing with the lady in the front.

I decide not to forcibly remove him. He was looking a bit funky for me to touch him. More importantly, I was feeling too aggressive to do a move like that. All it would've took was one false move from him and, as they say, it would be "cookies."

I might as well tweet this, I say to myself.

As I go to the front, a young man getting on the bus asks, "Does he need money for bus fare?"

I hop back on the bus. "What makes you think you special? We all paid? Why you ain't gotta pay," says some lady in a nurses smock.

I told the man, "All he had to do was ask for bus fare if you needed it."

"No, I'm entitled to ride free, by law," he said.

"By law? What law?" asks the bus driver.

Forget this! I get off the bus and start walking to Laney. As I pass EBMUD, I hear a bus approaching behind me. It's the same 1R steamrolling Eastbound.

And "Mr. I Ride Free" is sitting up front!

Ain't that a ...? I got off the bus and this fool free riding? Where the Sheriffs asses at?

This is what really pisses me off. Where was this dude in 2005 when AC Transit raised fares? Where was he in 2009 when AC Transit raised fares? Where was he when they cut service? (Not to mention Round 2 later this month and Round 3 at the end of the year).

If his ass was protesting fare hikes and service cuts, I wouldn't be mad. But no, you gone inconvenience everybody else because your jalopy broke down.

Chalk it up as another, "One time on the bus" story. But I am wondering:

If you were there, what would you have done?

Yo Tengo Mi Libro Para La Clase De Espanol (I have my Spanish book)

2010-10-19T00:07:00.000-07:00
I finally have the textbook for my Spanish class.

The class started on August 31. And it's mid-October.

But like many students, I didn't have the money for the book at the time. When I did, I met someone who said they'd let me use the book for the semester. Unfortunately, it took over a month to connect with them.

Meanwhile, I had to go to the library and use the reserve. The cold part is, due to budget cuts, the Laney College library is closed on Saturdays now. So, when I'm not in class...I'm at work. When I'm at school, I'm in class.

I wasn't paying $100 for a Dos Mundos. Especially since I can just take $100, spread it out over 6 months in the Fruitvale District or the Mission and learn Spanish there. Buy some mangos here, some music there. All the while talking with the people. That's how to learn Spanish.

Actually, that is one of the two ways researchers say we learn language. "Through a subconscious process called language acquisition -- like "picking up" Spanish while living in Mexico or Spain." Then again, going to the taco truck is nowhere near the equivalent of going to a Spanish speaking country.

So, back to square one. Why did I wait over a month to purchase a book?

That's because the textbook industry is a racket. Publishers get paid. Bookstores get paid. Faculty get paid. Students get pimped.

Now, the question I must ask is: Was saving the money worth waiting a month to have a book to use at your convenience?

Well, I can study when I wish now. And my professor will be pleased to see me with a book en la manana.

"Permisso, professora. Tengo mi libro."

If she's not, I'll go back to Don Francisco:

Stroller Missing Baby at Laney College

2010-10-18T21:56:00.000-07:00
Somewhere out there, a baby is missing his stroller.

En route to class this morning, I came across this sight: An abandoned baby carriage near the Lake Merritt BART Station.

Hopefully, a baby is missing a stroller, and not the opposite.

Where is your MTC Commissioner?

2010-10-18T14:59:00.000-07:00
As my interests in journalism, transportation and land use converge more and more, GIS tools are becoming much more fascinating. I haven't started my studies, but figure I can use some cool tools along the way.

Who represents you on the Metropolitan Transportation Commission (MTC)?

Using BatchGeo.com, I created a map of where commissioners on the Metropolitan Transportation Commission list their address. Considering that transit spending is separate and unequal in the Bay Area, and many transit decisions favor rail expansion over benefiting low-income, urban neighborhoods, this map easily contextualizes those decisions.

'Masquerading' as a sane individual

2010-10-17T22:49:00.001-07:00
I was recently accused of "masquerading as an impartial journalist".

Well, I do impart knowledge, partially because of all the ignorance out there.

But I never masqueraded...until now:

I promise I'm done. The photo was a funny moment I had with my mom on Telegraph in Berkeley.

Now if I can only find a picture of me dressed like an "errand boy."

Alas, I have better things to worry about. Like midterms.

Mr. T says Pull Yo Pants Up, Fool

2010-10-16T19:28:00.000-07:00
The anti-saggin campaign (aka "Pull Yo Fucking Pants Up Movement") is about to pick up steam again.

Mr. T recently recorded a commercial for Snickers' Get Some Nuts spot called, "Street Fool."

The video depicts Mr. T on some Big Brotheresque, behind a closed circuit camera control booth telling some young man in the street to pull his pants up.

Growing up, I was conditioned to wear my pants around my waist. OG's used to tell us things like, "Saggin is for faggots" and "Saggin started in jail. That's how they could tell you was someone's bitch."

Besides that, there is no fight or flight when you saggin. You can't run or kick no one in the face.

In recent years, there appears to be an intensified media struggle by older Black men to get these youngstas to pull they pants up.

First, Oakland Black Arts Movement veteran writer Marvin X put out, "Pull Yo Pantz Up Fada Black Prez." The collection of essays encourage young Black men (and women) to pull their pants up and respect themselves, especially with a Black president in the White House.

Secondly, civil rights veteran "The General" Larry Platt came out with "Pants on the Ground" in January 2010. The American Idol contestant create an internet hit telling young cats to pull their pants up.

Lastly, we've known it for years, but "Saggin" spell backwards is "N-I-G-G-A-S." So will you fools pull yo pants up already?

Changing the Public Education Paradigm

2010-10-16T08:41:00.000-07:00
This is a fascinating video about education. The lecture and animation discusses the creation of public education and it's relationship to economics and culture.

Sometimes we have to skip the long introduction and get straight to it.

The section that discusses how we are medicating our children with Ritalin because they don't want to listen to the boring shit we talk about is right on point.

These children growing up now are at risk of being overstimulated. They are exposed to so much through electronic technology. Then we put them in stale ass classrooms with dusty chalk erasers and white boards they're allergic to.

After teaching at Oakland Freedom School this summer, I see the intense value in collaborative learning. Like the video stresses, in the community at large, people might call it collaboration;" yet in school, it is called copying or cheating. Unfortunately, this selfish practice – although it had the intention of developing the individual – does not bode well for the global village in which our survival depends on our ability to work together.

That is why it is important to go back further than the enlightenment to view educational models that transmit a people's knowledge from one generation to the next. What did the Indigenous People's of America do? What did the ancient Kemites (Egyptians) do? What did ancient Chinese do?

What can we do now? (Peralta Reads)

Because it will take us working together to save Public Education.

Video: 'California, Help us Save the Water'

2010-10-14T11:29:00.000-07:00
This morning in my Geography class, we got to watch movies.

Screenshot of "Save the Water" by Qwest.

Besides the amazing graphics in Earth: The Biography, the highlight was a music video created by a student that took the class last fall.

"Save the Water," by Qwest (aka Wesley McAfree) is a catchy ballad about saving one of Earth's most precious resources; water. "Water is so precious, we use it for everything," Qwest sings. "To wash our clothes, cook our food, and keep our bodies clean."

Filmed live on location at the Lake Merritt Channel – and even in Mark Rauzon's Geography class – the video should be on East Bay MUD's website.

Besides the fact that I go to Laney College (where the video was filmed) and I'm currently enrolled in the course the video was produced for, there's another symbolic message for me.

Seeing a Black man singing about a major environmental justice issue – access to water – in a HipHop style video featuring a group of Black men is all apart of reframing the 'Green Movement." The Environmental Movement, with its origins in the Conservation efforts of folks like John Muir, is largely seen as a "White Only" movement.

Green is not white. We can all be green, live green, go green, truly!

And I don't care if you're Black, Brown, Yellow, or Blue with Orange Stripes, you need water to survive.

Not only does this video explain California's water crisis and the need to preserve water, but, for me, it highlights the virtues of community college education. A place where learning is innovative, creative and superlative.

Of course, I'd be we can't forget Mos Def's classic, "New World Water."

Happy Indigenous People's Day

2010-10-12T07:09:00.000-07:00

The exploits of Christopher Columbus led to the genocide of the First People of the Americas, but it foreshadowed the Black Holocaust.

Considering that America is the greatest purveyor of violence in this world, it is no surprise that many are celebrating ~~Columbus Day~~.

Not on my blog.

Peace to the Indigenous People who cared for American colonists. Respect to the Indigenous People who were slaughtered under the guise of Manifest Destiny. Peace to Indigenous People who are my ancestors too.

And as a Bay Area native, peace to the Ohlone people.

And with banks and courts closed yesterday, there is no greater symbol of the tools used to oppress both Indigenous and African people. The financial markets and the judicial system are two of the greatest domestic and international terror engines.

Video: ReconsiderColumbusDay.org

Laney College Classified Senate President calls student journalist 'errand boy'

2010-10-11T18:04:00.000-07:00
It seems the saga continues. I recently received a very disturbing email.

Apparently, a staff person at Laney College did not like an article I wrote about a challenger for the Peralta Trustees Board.

The news article created some drama on campus and has even led the Political Action Committee of SEIU Local 1021 reconsider its endorsement of the candidate (Pending review of the facts my article presented).

But that reconsideration wasn't going to work for Classified Senate President David Reed, Outreach Specialist in the Office of Student Services at Laney College.

As an email chain discussing my article went out to staff members, Reed -- who many Peralta insiders say has been lobbying against the Area 3 incumbent -- began planted the myth that even the aforementioned candidate in question would broadcast herself.

On Thursday, October 7, David Reed, the Outreach Specialist in the Office of Student Services at Laney College sent out the following email message to classified staff:

"Interesting that none of you are asking why the errand boy of the status quo at Peralta is the one digging all this up, and what his and their agenda is.

Playing right in to their hands?"
-David Reed (October 7, 2010)

And they allege I'm the one launching a smear campaign.

As striking sanitation workers once said in Memphis, I Am A Man. Secondly, any review of my advocacy at the Peralta Colleges would suggest anything but status quo. I could post a long list of activities, but y'all know what's good. In fact, there's an article about me and my colleague regarding our efforts to "Change the Status Quo."

I'm just surprised that an employee of the college - and a member of Peralta's "Leadership Sucession Program" -- where I am a student would use district email on company time to demean me, a student. What sort of student service is that? Besides, that behavior is probably against board policy and the law.

I guess the sad part is he was always someone I wanted to work with, but never had the opportunity to do. From what I hear of him, we share similar interests. But since I'm an old 'errand boy', I suppose we'll never get to see.

Is this what my tax dollars are funding?

Gospel Version of Rick Ross' B.M.F.

2010-10-10T18:00:00.000-07:00
When people tell me that my photo looks like "Black Jesus," I usually tell them that phrase is redundant.

Since it is Sunday, I thought I'd give folks some gospel flavor. I came across this video (below) this evening and damn near fell out my chair.

Now, I certainly enjoyed my brother Ise Lyfe's version, but a gospel version of Rick Ross' "B.M.F." song? Internet classic.

Then again, I liked my Twitter version better.

Jazz the Poet on The Black Hour

2010-10-10T11:03:00.000-07:00

After forever I finally got poet, artist and youth educator Jazz Monique Hudson on The Black Hour Internet Radio Show.

Both of us are former foster care youth, and we were co-counselors this past summer at Leadership Excellence's Camp Akili this past summer, representing the nation of Kemet (KMT). I've seen her grow as a poet, artist, woman and mother over the past few years -- since I used to host Holla Back at Eastside Arts Alliance -- and it was an honor to interview her.

Check out the interview on 9th Floor Radio.

Earlier this year, Youth Outlook did a feature on how Jazz Hudson inspires the multitudes.... See video, below.

Photo: Melissa Dale/9th Floor Radio

My P*ssy Smells Like Roses?

2010-10-10T00:30:00.000-07:00
Upon a recommendation from my Sista Africa Saba the G (yeah, the one I fell in the Lake with), I'm listening to "My Pussy Smells Like Roses" on World Star Hip Hop.

What the hell is this world coming to?

I mean, I thought that R. Kelly video (not THAT one) in the closest was off the hook. But this is something else. What is wrong with Prince's little brother?

Journalist surrogate, launches smear campaign against challenger. Bullshit.

2010-10-09T21:19:00.000-07:00
To my regular readers, Excuse me for subjecting you to such drama, but this was the most appropriate forum of expression.

Photo by Reginald James. Laney College Trustees candidates forum.

I've been covering the Peralta Colleges Board of Trustees election for a The Black Hour and other websites, including a blog I started dedicated to the Peralta Board of Trustees called, "The Peralta Report."

I knew that a recent story I wrote would upset some people. Maybe even make them want to attack me. Also published on OaklandLocal.com, the story asks, "Does Monica Tell live in Oakland or Castro Valley?"

I'm sure you're wondering, "What made me think of that question?" I'm glad you asked.

In September, an anonymous comment was left on The Black Hour website, stating "Monica Tell lives in Castro Valley. Her parents live in the Fruitvale area."

I did what any journalist worth his salt would do: Google.

Monica Tell poses with Laney College student government members and staff at Laney College speak out. Photo: A Better Laney

I Googled, "Monica Tell, Castro Valley." After seeing the results, I decided to investigate.

I went to the Alameda County Assessor's Office with an address I found. Records indicated that she bought a property in Castro Valley in 2007, and that she claimed a homeowner's exemption. According to staff, that meant she lived there. I also looked up the address she listed on her Candidate's Statement. I looked up the other candidates as well, just to keep it solid.

I held the story for ~~a week~~ four days just to hear her side of the story. Mind you, I had been calling Ms. Tell to no avail since August to arrange an interview. By time I finally got to speak with her, the focus of my story had changed, understandably. Story published.

Days pass at school. Some folks tell me "good job"; Some because they follow journalism and others for whatever personal reason they may have.

And other folks giving the same phony ass smiles they always gave me.

Today, Ms. Tell posts this onto her Facebook:

"Masquerading as an impartial journalist, former Peralta student Trustee Reginald James recently launched a smear campaign against Monica Tell...James' maliciously suggests that Monica doesn't reside in the Trustee area she seeks to represent, and is trying to undermine her candidacy by widely disseminating a phony charge that he, alone, concocted."

Ooooh.

"The smear campaign by incumbent Trustee Linda Handy and her surrogate is a desperate attempt to draw attention from the Peralta Trustees' record of failure," writes Tell.

I had a feeling that someone would suggest that I was in cahoots with Linda Handy. I mean, after all, we're both Black, right? But more critical, I was a student trustee for two years while Handy was on the board. So, of course I'd be her "surrogate," right?

Wrong.

In 2008, I blasted Linda Handy in the Laney Tower for disrespecting student representatives on the board of trustees and saying "their votes don't count." In fact, I predicted that someone would challenger her.

"2010 is not so far away that it would be difficult for one of you students to transfer, get their degree, and run for election in Area 3," I wrote. "Apparently, the same arrogance ousted (Brenda) Knight" in 2002.

And this year, I blasted Linda Handy again for co-orchestrating an extension of student trustee term limits.

And on top of all that, my closest ally while I was on the board was probably her nemesis.

Los siento, Ms. Tell. I'm no surrogate for Linda Handy. But if your handlers need to come at the messenger, here's a photo where I'm standing next to Linda Handy at Laney College. I'm sure it can be manipulated to prove that point.

Photo by Chi Au. 2006 Ribbon Cutting at Laney College Art Center.

And to think, I was about to add Ms. Tell as a friend on Facebook.

Disclosure: I did accept Linda Handy's friend request on Facebook.

Photo: College of Alameda and Laney College mascots meet the brain

2010-10-09T06:57:00.000-07:00

This photo was a long time coming.

Many, many moons ago, while a member of student government, I had a vision of students at the College of Alameda not only supporting their athletic teams and being proud of their college. I also wanted to encourage students to volunteer in the community.

Dreams do come true. And a piece of that dream came true last night, at the College of Alameda vs. Laney College basketball game, when I took a photo with Eddie the Eagle and Cool E. Cougar.

When I was on student government at COA, I put together a proposal to get a mascot. That mascot was Cool E. Cougar (with an "E" for education). I was the first mascot, followed by my folks Jason (aka "Mouse"). When we left, Coolie ended up in a closet somewhere.

Meanwhile, now at Laney College pursuing Journalism, I brought a mascot there. Eddie the Eagle.

Eddie had a little more support at Laney College because the athletics program was more robust, plus the school had some fly cheerleaders.

In 2007, me and Josh Wolf got together and made this highlight reel of Eddie.

But I was never able to get them together for the real work that I wanted them for; to get children excited about learning.

So, even though taking the photo was only a symbolic gesture, I'm now confident that I will be able to involve the mascots in my current initiative, Peralta Reads.

Photos: Top, Me with Eddie the Eagle and Cool E. Cougar; left, Laney College student Ebony Miller dances with Eddie the Eagle at 2009 Welcome Back Bash; right, Cool E. Cougar posts up in the AC Transit Mini-Bus at Alameda's 2008 Welcome Back Bash.

p.s. I don't have a pot belly. I just came back from eating some really good Cambodian food and was a little stuffed.

It's Friday and I'm Mr. Furley

2010-10-08T11:50:00.000-07:00
Super busy day today. If I can push through the day, there's a fun night ahead.

Banned Books exhibit at Laney College.

Already finished class. Tengo mucho tarea para la fin de semana. Wrote an article about a student protest at Laney College yesterday. Read the NYTimes. Edited some photos. And studied for Geography. Not bad for an hour and a half.

But it's tonight I'm looking forward to.

Tonight in West Oakland, the Lower Bottomz Playaz are doing August Wilson's "Gem of the Ocean." I first got hip to Wilson when Laney College did A Piano Lesson a few years back. "Gem" is the highlight of the night, as I get to go with local writer Ann Jacobs.

Before that, I'm going to hit up the College of Alameda vs. Laney College volleyball game and check out the Northern California premiere of "Gerrymandering" at the Laney College theater.

But for now, I need to run for this meeting relating to the Peralta Colleges Accreditation story I'm writing.

Oh yeah, I might get my hurr did (hair done) at the Laney College Cosmetology Department.

Sailing Away commemorates Black San Francisco Ancestors

2010-10-07T15:09:00.000-07:00

I was completely exhausted this week. Besides launching a story I had to triple fact-check before publishing, I had a couple projects I was working on.

The most challenging project was the most rewarding. I created a newspaper for an upcoming dance performance in San Francisco called, "Sailing Away." The show is a guerilla dance performance taking place on Market Street about the history of Black folks in early San Francisco.

Most of my friends know I don't like San Francisco. But this performance will warrant me taking a trip across the pond.

The performance talks about early Black San Franciscan's like Mary Ellen Pleasant, Mifflin Gibbs and Archy Lee, and the climate that led to the Black Exodus of 1858, when hundreds of Blacks left California for Canada. It's a fascinating story that I'm only familiar with because I used to do the layout for the San Francisco Bay View Newspaper.

California was a free state. But that good old "Compromise of 1850" led to the reintroduction of the Fugitive Slave Act. What made matters worse in California, laws were set up where only white people could testify. In fact, if a Black woman was raped, but no whites "witnessed" it, there was no crime. Just like slavery when white men had complete control over our bodies.

In this climate, Blacks – who then preferred to be called "Colored" – organized a major convention to fight back. When I think of these colored conventions, which took place while their brethren were still enslaved in the South, remind me of the Pan-African Congresses that began in the 1900s.

Moving on. Despite the discrimination, Black folks in Frisco were making moves. Owning property, businesses while being freedom fighters.

Mary Ellen Pleasant was widely known because she was a madam. But, like I wrote in the newspaper's headline, "Mary's more than Pleasant." Mary was a freedom fighter. Besides predating Rosa Parks and Ida B. Wells in her fight for transportation justice – she was discriminated against while getting on a streetcar – and she also used her fortune to fund abolition. As her tombstone says, "She was a friend of John Brown's."

And Gibbs was the founder of the first Black Newspaper West of the Mississippi; Mirror of the Times.

If you are in the city this weekend, be sure to go to Market Street and check out Sailing Away. The show takes place between Battery and Powell Street starting Thursday, October 7 and runs through Sunday, October 10. Performances will take place at the top of each half hour from 1 p.m. to 5 p.m.

Be sure to get a newspaper. It has a lot of great historical information about the people I mentioned above, and many others.

Photo Credits: San Francisco Arts Commission

Oakland rappers create 'Liquor Store' anthem

2010-10-06T17:57:00.000-07:00
"This that town shit. Doo doo brown shit."

At least it's not that green baby shit, I guess. The lyrics above (yeah, that shit rhymes) is from a new song by some Oakland Negroes. Absolute embarrassment.

With all the death and destruction associated with liquor stores in Oakland, these Negroes have gone and made an anthem for the "Liquor Store."

To be fair, the editing of the video isn't bad. The beat is decent. But the raps and content aren't worth a tall can of 211, nor the paper bad I suspect one would keep that 211 in.

This must be funded by the Yemeni Grocers Association of the Bay Area.

I'm sure my part-time Muslim, liquor store owning "cousins" love this. I can smell the blunt guts and hear the bottles popping now.

Dumb ass Coons. This sort of behavior will not get you invited to Obama's Liquor Summit.

Honored to receive a scholarship in Chauncey Bailey's name

2010-10-02T09:18:00.000-07:00

Tonight, I have the honor of being awarded the Chauncey Wendell Bailey, Jr. Scholarship from the Bay Area Black Journalists Association (BABJA) at the group's annual gala.

The scholarship is in memory of Chauncey Bailey, an Oakland journalist who was assassinated in 2007. I still remember being at Camp Akili and getting a call from my mom -- Deborah James, arts editor at the California Voice when Chauncey was editor -- telling me he was murdered.

I'd finally met Chauncey a year before. A story I'd written for the Laney Tower was sent out to local media as a press release. I saw the story published in the Globe Newspaper (with some edits) and I was pissed. I was looking up copyright laws and all that. I finally talked to Chauncey and he explained what happened.

That fall, I began publishing stories in the Oakland Post. He later became editor. I last saw him at C. Diane Howell's Oakland Black Expo.

He'd cut his locks. I was just growing mine.

The more research I do on the Black Press in the Bay Area, the more I learn about him -- and from him. He wrote a series for the California Voice in the 1990s about the Black Press. An invaluable series that should be compiled and required reading for Black Journalists.

I thought you might be interested in reading excerpts from my scholarship essay, titled, "Telling our Stories."

My friend’s grandmother once told us, “If you don’t tell your story, someone else will.”

"In 2004, when, along with 400 other families – my family was forced from our apartment in West Alameda, I thought we’d get some sympathy from our local newspaper, the Alameda Journal. Instead, many of the articles portrayed us as criminals.

We needed our own voice.

I co-founded a newsletter for the College of Alameda Black Student Union (Alameda BSU), the organization I was leading at the time. We named it, “Harambee,” a Swahili word for “pulling together.”

A year later, I was first published in the San Francisco Bay View newspaper. Since then my writings have been featured in Black newspapers like the Oakland Post, Globe Newspaper and the Sunday Morning News. This initiation has given me a high regard for the Black Press.

Recently, I’ve committed myself to the historical study of the Black Press. I’m particularly interested in publications in the Bay Area. Through my research, I developed a few presentations on the history of the Black Press.

This summer, I was a teacher at Oakland Freedom School (OFS), a five-week literacy program through Leadership Excellence. My class, named after my shero, Ida B. Wells, focused on the History of the Black Press, journalism basics and the history of West Oakland. The young women in my class interviewed community members and wrote articles for a newsletter they deemed, “Freedom School Diaries.”

My journalism philosophy can be best summed up under the Kemetic (Ancient Egyptian) principles of Ma’at: balance, order, justice, harmony, truth, righteousness and reciprocity.

And as the Credo for the Negro Press stood during World War II, when the institution of the Black Press was under attack for its “Double V” campaign, “I Shall be a crusader and an advocate, a mirror and a record, a herald and a spotlight, and I shall not falter.

“So help me God.”

* * *

Rest in Peace Chauncey.

Chauncey Bailey on Diva TV - April 2007

Photos: Newsbusters.org, SFWeekly

Past Awardees
2007 - Titiana Kumeh
2009 - N'Jeri Eaton

Who makes up these crappy planet names?

2010-09-30T21:00:00.001-07:00

Photo Credit: National Geographic

I don't know if it was listening to some old space-age music I made, my recent review of my photos from my trip to Kemet (Egypt), or my Geography class at with professor Mark Rauzon, but I've been contemplating the Universe a lot lately.

"Respect the Universe." That's what I wrote on my Facebook status a week ago. I then began to spell out my name with the first letter of a series of sentences that came to me.

It's not quite astrophysics, but this morning, I even woke up and listened to Afrika Bambataa's Planet Rock three times. As I headed to class, light, dark clouds in the Eastern sky let me gaze right at the Sun.

There were plenty of other signs throughout the day that made me think about the Universe beyond our planet. Then strangely enough, I just read that astronomers and experts believe they found a habitable planet, Gliese 581g, some 20 light-years away from Earth.

I've always thought to myself: If you were asked to travel off into space, and if there was a possibility that you may never come home, would you?

If you could travel 20 light years to Gliese 581g (crappy name), would you? And, finally, who gave such a crappy planet name out.

What does Reginald stand for?

2010-09-29T21:28:00.000-07:00
I feel another personal Facebook Fast coming up. Sometimes, I just don't feel like posting information -- nor reading other people's stuff. But it's such a good networking tool and way to find news, I find myself enslaved to the Zuckerberg Matrix.

Last time I felt that way, I first began limiting myself to only publishing one word per day. I'd write words reflecting of principles I cared for. Then after a while, I deactivated my Facebook for a week.

Yes. It was one of my best week's in recent years. But, I noticed how disconnected I was from my network.

Hopefully, as the academic intensity of October approaches, and I progress with my literacy and journalism work, and school and work gets more intense, I will find the balance that allows me to both delve deep into my studies while being aware of news and my social relationships.

Peralta spelled my name wrong on my degree. Guess they didn't have enough money for the "d" in Reginald.

After my recently awarded Associates of Arts degree in Journalism was mispelled, I thought I'd make sure people knew how to spell my name properly.

I acronym for my name made up of my Facebook status updates.

Respect the Universe.
Endure, Exceed and Excel.
Greatness is in your nature.
Invest in others.
Never back down.
Always, by any means.
Learn it, live it and love it.
Deal with the real, feel?

My name means "wise ruler." Those are some decent guidelines to lead by.

That's what my name stands for. What do you stand for?

Photo Credit: CSMonitor.com

Elmo wants to meet Martin Luther King

2010-09-28T23:58:00.001-07:00
As I continue to organize Peralta Reads, I am regularly blessed to come across information that inspires me to keep on keeping on.

As a journalist who has always wanted to have a talk show and an educator who cares deeply for children, I think I've found my dream job.

I want to interview Elmo. Of course, that's not the dream job. It'd be fun though.

In less than a week, the Sesame Street video featuring an interview with one of the show's most popular characters is approaching four million views. The video -- which used Google Moderator to solicit questions from the public -- has gone viral.

Elmo is an interesting dude. His father is in Iraq, his favorite color is Red, the most famous person he'd like to meet is Martin Luther King and he's interested in space travel (and talking to Martians). However, I do suspect that even he cannot tell me how to get to Sesame Street.

Photo Credit: itsjust4me.com

My Film Debut "Confined Thoughts: The Movie"

2010-09-26T20:46:00.000-07:00
About a year ago, I had a small role in Confined Thoughts - The Movie.

The short film by Laney College students and filmmakers Rod Waters and Michael Cotton, Sr. will definitely have you wanting to see more.

Definitely not how most people picture me...

CONFINED THOUGHTS THE MOVIE
Uploaded by filmeeent. - Watch feature films and entire TV shows.

...Can't a brother have some range, though?

The producers are planning on doing a longer version in which my character, "Black," decides to go Back-to-School and straighten-up and fly-right. We'll see.

poem for Oscar Grant

2010-09-25T10:18:00.000-07:00

Poem by Bay Area writer and poet Ann Jacobs

By Ann Jacobs

face down on the ground, hands behind his back
an officer of the law feared he was about to attack
exactly what you can do when two cops are on top of you
sadly this is an old story, it's really nothing new

...Black men killed for nothing more than a whim
even pinned down, they put an end to him
but many eyes were watching the incredible sight
and vowed not to let his death be just a slight

those "sworn to serve and protect" tried to lie
but they were on caught on camera with no alibi
Let this man's death not be in vain
we must stop this from happening again

witnesses were not scared into silence
the world cries out for an end to senseless violence

Oscar Grant R.I.P.

Photo by Reginald James. See photo essay on OaklandLocal.com.

Conversation with Claude McKay - Short Story and Bio

2010-09-15T10:09:00.000-07:00
Note: This piece was written in 2005 for a Creative Writing Class at the College of Alameda with Wendy Williams. In honor of his birthday, September 15, here is "Conversation with Claude."

Last Thursday, I had the extreme pleasure of meeting Claude McKay. McKay was a poet, novelist, and journalist during the Harlem Renaissance, and many saw him as the inspirational force behind the movement.

While attending the weekly open mic series, “Holla Back,” at the Eastside Arts Alliance in Oakland on 25th and International, I bumped into McKay. I didn’t recognize him at first, and then when he identified himself, I thought he was supposed to be dead.

Apparently, he was not and had performed a few poems earlier that evening.

The first poem McKay performed was, “Africa.” The poem was a sonnet uplifting the image of Africa. The delivery was real smooth and it just brought you into his poetry. The crowd seemed to be pleased, but I don’t think they knew who he was.

The second poem performed by McKay that evening was, “The Lynching.” This poem describes a lynching and the communal and celebratory treatment these activities became. The poem describes the sinful practice of lynching, and the joy or “fiendish glee” many attending felt.

The final poem McKay performed is my favorite poem. The poem is entitled, “If we Must Die.” The poem is a call for people to defend themselves, their honor and their respect. The delivery was very powerful, but I’m sure it was the words being spoken, and the not the manner in which they were spoken, which made the poem so.

After McKay finished, the next artist went up to perform and I went outside to talk with McKay while he smoked a cigarette. McKay had never been to California before, although he had extensively traveled outside the US during his lifetime.

McKay told me he was born on September 15th, 1890 in Sunny Ville, Clarendon Parish in Jamaica. His parents, Thomas Francis McKay and Hannah Ann Elizabeth Edwards were farmers. As the youngest of eleven children, McKay was sent to live with his oldest brother, who was a school teacher, which enabled him to get the best education possible.

McKay recalled writing his first poem at about ten years old, although he remembers being poetically inclined well before that time. At about 16 years of age, McKay went to trade school to apprentice as a carriage and cabinet maker. Soon after, McKay briefly tried to be a police officer with the constabulary. These occupations didn’t work out for McKay as he was not following his passion; writing.

The next year, McKay encountered a man who would soon become his mentor, a English man by the name of Walter Jekyll, who encouraged McKay to write his poems in Jamaican dialect verse. Over the course of those next five years, McKay had published two volumes of dialect verse, Songs of Jamaica (1912) and Constab Ballads (1912).

Upon immigrating to the United States, McKay enrolled at Tuskegee Institute in Alabama. Based on what he had learned of Booker T. Washington, McKay headed there to study agronomy and first encountered American racism. After a brief period at Kansas State College in Kansas, McKay moved to New York. In 1914, the contribution from Jekyll which brought him to New York enabled McKay to open a restaurant and marry Eulalie Imelda Lewars. After a year, both ventures dissolved as Lewars went back to Jamaica to give birth to their child.

McKay had to take some odd jobs for a while before finally publishing, “Invocation”, and “The Harlem Dancer,” in 1917. Through these poems, McKay received recognition as a poet and was consequently published in Pearson’s magazine, and The Liberator, a socialist journal. Through this recognition of his lyrical skill, McKay’s early career got a great jump start. After becoming a socialist, McKay became the editor of, The Liberator, and wrote articles for various other publications, especially left-wing.

During the summer of 1919, also known as the Red Summer, there was a period of increased violence against Blacks. It was during this time McKay created, “If we Must Die,” “Baptism,” “The White House,” and “The Lynching.” McKay felt it was necessary to speak out about the attacks and many feel these poems were his best protest material.

During World War II, Winston Churchill even quoted, “If we Must Die,” while encouraging their troops to fight steadfast in the face of danger. McKay felt it was necessary to speak directly about racial and social issues and focused his material on the working class.

Later that year, McKay told me he moved to England for two years. While there, he worked at the British socialist journal, Worker’s Drednought and published, “Spring in New Hampshire.” Upon returning to the United States, McKay published, Harlem Shadows, before returning abroad.

Over the next twelve years, McKay spent time in various foreign countries in Europe, the Soviet Union, and Africa. McKay felt this period was one of the most difficult in his life, as he witness, and experienced, extreme poverty and illness.

While in France, McKay published, “Banjo: A Story without a Plot,” in 1929, which told the

BANJO by Claude McKay. Published in 1929
story about an African-American musician, in France, and his experiences. While the story did not sell very well, it did influence the emergence of the Negritude literary movement of French West Africa and the French West Indies. While in Morocco, McKay published Banana Bottom, a novel many feel was McKay’s greatest. McKay tells me the novel was about Jamaican Bita Plant, who was educated in England, and returns to Jamaica only to struggle with identity issues.

McKay was financially forced to return to the US in 1934. McKay later completed his autobiography, “A Long way From Home,” which was published in 1937. Still a socialist, McKay continued publishing essays and articles in various publications. In 1940, McKay wrote, “Harlem: Negro Metropolis,” an unpopular, but important historical nonfiction piece. McKay felt his inability to regain the acclaim of the 1920s was due to his race and not obtaining academic credentials.

McKay felt some of his unhappiness was due to him not returning to his homeland, which he left in 1912, but he soon became a US citizen in 1940. After moving to Chicago in 1944, McKay became a Catholic, after claiming agnosticism his whole life. While he shocked many close friends, it helped him with a spiritual fulfillment he had been seeking. McKay told me that a few years before he passed that he was physically declining due to heart disease and high blood pressure. While in Chicago, McKay worded for the Catholic Youth Organization until his death from congestive heart failure in 1948.

This was shocking news due to the fact that McKay was physically standing before me. McKay told me that it was not him whom I bear witness to, but a manifestation of his poetry, as he was in his 1920s physical form. McKay told me he was present as there has been a reemergence of interest in his poetry. As McKay stated in his autobiography, “I have nothing to give but my singing. All my life I have been a troubadour wanderer, nourishing myself mainly on the poetry of existence. And all I offer here is the distilled poetry of my experience.”

McKay then told me not to forget him or his message, and ran across the street to get on AC Transit bus #82. I went back inside to listen to the other poets.

As I watched Ghetto Prophet onstage performing, “Wake Up,” I thought about my conversation with McKay, until I felt a strange shaking on my shoulder.

Michael Walker said, “Reggie Wake Up, man, ‘Holla Back’ is over.

Artist Avy Jetter draws portrait of me, how humbling and inspiring

2010-09-09T21:06:00.000-07:00
Humility is a strength, not a weakness.

I cannot describe how empowered I feel, yet humbled by the art I have the honor of introducing. But first, a little background.

Last fall, my good friend Shawanda (who I love to call, "Queen EasyPass" took a great photo of me while in our African American Film class at Laney College with Dr. Carole Ward-Allen.

Through a number of recent experiences -- my lady's birthday, my boss passing away -- my spirit was simultaneously flying and falling. It was like someone was jumping up and down on a rising helium balloon. Despite the weight and gravity...still, I rise.

Back to the photo. So, Shawanda snaps this photo in class, on her phone, and I just loved it.

She'd uploaded the photo back in March, but tagged me in the photo on Facebook.com in August.

One of my Facebook friends, the talented Avy Jetter, saw the photo and asked if she could do draw it.

I probably was thinking, "As long as you don't put any horns coming out my head or have me looking like Mr. Wendell, it's cool." Truthfully, I had no idea what to expect.

It makes me feel both proud and humbled that a talented artist would take the time to include me in such a wonderful series.

Without any further ado, here it is.

Pencil Sketch

Rough pencil sketch of the portrait. The beginning.

Inking 1

Inking 2

Inking 3

Drawing 1

Drawing 4

Super duper fresh!

Check out more art from Avy Jetter at the following links:

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/StormoneOriginals
Blog: http://electricstorm.blogspot.com/
Online Shop: http://www.etsy.com/shop/StormOne
Flickr: http://www.flickr.com/photos/storm1sky

Hopped up out of bed YEAAAAAAH! Turn my Swag on

2010-09-02T05:08:00.000-07:00
I love listening to this song in the morning. It is great to get dressed to, do morning pushups, sit ups and jog.

I'm notorious for not caring for Soulja Boy, BUT, this one I like. I take swag to mean something else other than the artificial swagger, or hypermasculinity that most men exhibit. Or, like we say, "Fake it til you make it." Think of how when we sleep, we recharge our batteries. So when I wake up, I'm Surviving With A God's Grace.

I need to get back to my Perfect Pushups:

"It's time to turn it up."

Turn up my Soul power for JAH!

3 Reasons Why KMT was the Greatest Nation at Camp Akili

2010-08-31T22:15:00.000-07:00

Some folks from Camp Akili been on Facebook banging their tribes/nations pretty hard since we got back on Friday.

I admit. The air up in Philo, CA at the Wellspring Retreat Center was excellent. So coming back to the polluted, toxic swamp of the East Bay, the oxygen may be intoxicating...even delusional. But seriously, act like y'all know.

K.M.T. That's on mamas, Obamas, citas on e'rythang. Kemet was the greatest tribe at 2010 Akili.

But some people are still suffering from molasses in the brain cells, so I figured I'd make it simple.

The Top 3 Reasons why KMT was the greatest nation at Camp Akili 2010.

1. We been doing this.

Above is a photo of Brother Reggie in KMT in front of Queen Hapshetsut's mortuary temple. Queen Hapshetsut was one of the greatest pharaohs -- especially among women pharaohs -- ruling longer than any other women. She was also a prolific builder. As you can see, I was repping K-M-T in Kemet (Egypt).

2. Young Gifted and Black

Checking out our nation, we had some solid young men and women. From left at bottom, Drea, Isha B., Mandy; second row, Jamani, Jazz the Poet, Gibson and Kadeja. Finally, there is Brother Reggie and Gibson.

3. Michael Jackson told y'all who started this
As beautiful as the song is, it is important to note the historical significance of Michaels storyingtelling through video.

Our brother Michael did a great job at ensuring that the ancestors of the Ancient Egypt were represented more accurately. Besides, other nations have no artist to compare. Sure, Afrika Baambata reps the Zulus. Ashanti is named after a lip-synching singer that hung out with a wannabee Tupac/DMX. And Dogon? Snoop Dogg? Sad.

Maybe these equations will make it simple:

KMT > Ashanti KMT > Dogon
KMT > Garafuna KMT > Hausa
KMT > Yoruba KMT > Zulu

So let it be known, from the Nile Valley in Egypt to the Transamerica Building in San Francisco, K.M.T. gone represent.

We not just a tribe, or a nation: we're a civilization. Recognize.

We are African greatness.

How many types of Bitches are there?

2010-08-31T21:51:00.001-07:00
A great blogger I know shared a disturbing blog post with me today. The post was called, "Types of Bitches." The blog, "And I am not lying."

Here's the background:
The author's friend's cousin (it's getting good) apparently found a piece of paper at the elementary school she was teaching at. The paper had a list of about 90 types of bitches.

You can read the rest of the list on And I am not lying.

Why is Bitch such a popular word? Why is Bitch Too Short's favorite word? When "I got Five on it" (the remix) comes on, why does the crowd participation differ so drastically when listening to the song in the Bay Area versus everywhere else?

Do you think this list was created by a 3rd grader? If so, what are you thoughts? How many types of bitches are there?

First day of school wore my body down

2010-08-31T06:41:00.001-07:00
Although school started last week, today was my first day. I am exhausted!

I have a class that starts before 8 a.m., and my last class ends after 9 p.m. My classes are cool, though. I like my professors already, and I've found people in class I will be able to study with.

I was also able to get my transcripts for a scholarship I'm applying for. I also got a grade changed. A process that truly has tested my patience and determination.

I was also able to make great progress on a literacy program I'm initiating. I think I'll name it, "Peralta READS." I'm still working on an acronym for "READS."

Today, I have to finalize my class schedule and budget for books. With rent due tomorrow, it's going to be hard. But I got a secret weapon: the penny jar.

All in all, with all the running around, all the potential distractions, I was able to remain focused. But, I got sick. I'm taking it slow today.

I've already shoved a bunch of vitamins down my throat. I also drank plenty of water and some tea.

Photo Credit: My new phone.

Gabriel Prosser's Rebellion - August 30, 1800

2010-08-30T06:16:00.000-07:00
As Black August comes to a close, it is important to acknowledge another freedom fighter.

Two hundred and ten years ago, Gabriel "Prosser" planned to lead a slave rebellion in Virginina. Before his plans could be executed, two bootlicking, Uncle Tom traitors went and told. The Virginina governor ordered the militia after Gabriel, who fled. He was later found after another slave told on him for the reward.

That traitor never received the full reward. (Did they really think they would?)

One of many slave revolts in North America, Prosser's rebellion was inspired by the Haitian Revoltion. I once read that Prosser believe that Haiti would have fleets waiting off the coast to assist in the freedom struggle.

As a result of of the rebellion, over the next decade, new laws restricting movement of Blacks off of plantations and banning free Blacks in the state were implemented.

Gabriel was a true hero.

"Prosser's Gabriel" folk song by Tim Barry
A resolution remember the "execution of the patriot and freedom fighter, Gabriel, whose death stands as a symbol for the determination and struggle of slaves to obtain freedom, justice and equality as promised by the fundamental principles of democratic governments of the Commonwealth of Virginia and the United States of America," was passed by the Richmond, VA City Council in 2002.

In 2007, Prosser was pardoned by Virginia's governor.

It is interesting to note, that some historians argue that Gabriel's last name was not Prosser. Gabriel was referred to, according to historian Douglas Egerton in his book, Gabriel's Rebellion: The Virginia Slave Conspiracies of 1800 & 1802, as Prosser's Gabriel.

Gabriel was caught September 25 and executed on October 6. Rest in Power, our beautiful Angel Gabriel.

In honor of Gabriel, here is my 2006 Remix to "Tell me when to go." The song is called, "When did we Become (Dumb)?" but is more commonly known as "Free-Dumb (Freedumb)."

Reggie General-"When did we become"

Five Eighty | MySpace Music Videos

This week, what are you doing to advance the freedom struggle?

Photo Credit: BlackPast.org

Camp Akili bound - Anticipating a Liberating Experience

2010-08-23T10:18:00.000-07:00
After a fantastic (terrific/great) summer teaching at Oakland Freedom School, I'm super juiced that Camp Akili 2010 is here. And I am honored to be a part of it.

"Camp Akili offers interactive exercises that teach participants about the root causes of social inequality, cultivating their abilities to identify and solve problems in their communities. It is an annual, five-day residential camp that takes place out of the city. At camp, teens are assigned to “nations” that facilitate peer learning, youth leadership opportunities, and conflict resolution. The teens form strong bonds with each other and their counselors as they experience psychological, emotional, and spiritual healing on such topics as racism, sexism, internalized oppression, and economic disenfranchisement."
Source: LeadershipExcellence.org
Camp Akili is a one week camp that trains Black youth 14-18 to identify and challenge systems of violence, racism, and sexism. It is a radical experiential healing camp that truly transforms young people's lives.

It is also transformative for adults.

In 2007, I volunteered as a Camp Counselor. Not only did experience train me to be a better youth development professional, but provided some healing for a number of issues I was dealing with in my personal life.

It also led to me being fired by the Alameda Boys and Girls Club for "job abandonment," for the three days I was attending camp. Even though I'd received permission from the site director to attend.

After being in an intense environment where young people were loved, staff supported one another and went through painstaking, sleep depriving debriefs -- in order work harmoniously together -- it was ultimately the best thing for my health. Although I'm always sad to hear the young men and women I worked with tell me they no longer go to a Center in their own housing complex and community -- and disgusted by some of the fraudulent things I've seen -- I know that there are organizations and people that really care about our youth.

Besides, if I'd never been fired, I would've never got the Peralta EasyPass program with AC Transit started. I would've never helped organized the 10th Annual Black Caucus Leadership Conference (ABCLC). I would've never been able to organize on behalf of the California Community Colleges UMOJA movement.

Most importantly, I would've never become a journalist. I would've never became Editor-in-Chief of the Laney Tower newspaper, expanded the Harambee Newspaper beyond a newsletter and blog, restarted the Laney Black Student Union (Laney BSU) and launched it's newsletter, The Defender or The Black Hour Radio Show.

Programs like Camp Akili help students recognize their innate African greatness and utilize that strength and talent to uplift ourselves, our families and our communities.

I'll write more about Camp Akili when I return August 27. Until then, this 2006 Camp Akili clip should let you know how I feel.

I'm Denmark Vessey, Nat Turner

2010-08-22T09:34:00.000-07:00
I have dreams of meeting folks like Nat Turnerand Cinque. Then I wake up in the American Nightmare.

And when I look around for leadership, the strongest symbols of Black Manhood in the media are dumb ass rappers. I might have to go Ice Cube on folks and start jacking for beats. Again.

I came out of rap retirement on Twitter last night. Here's my remix to Rick Ross' B.M.F.:

1) I think I'm Vessey, Nat Turner/no more whips or work, Hallelujah/One vision, straight from God/resurrecting insurrection bout to start//
2)Favorite color triple Black, my Grandma geechee bro/Other grandma Sioux but no teepee though/
3)Cinque, that's my nickname/Liberation constantly on my big brain/
4)Black Panther Cub, your affiliation?/Starting co-ops to stop gentrification//
5) Forging freedom papers looking authenticated/Wiped with your Constitution after I defecated/

Enough rapping. Gotta get ready for Camp Akili.

Remembering Nat Turner

2010-08-21T13:31:00.000-07:00

There's a reason why we call this month, "Black August." Birthdays of numerous revolutionaries and revolutionary acts.

But one of the most historically important, yet historically neglect in education happened 179 years ago.

On August 21, 1831, Nat Turner led one of the largest slave insurrections in U.S. history. Called "Prophet Nat" for his deep religious and spiritual convictions, Turner led a band of enslaved Africans on a revolutionary killing spree that terminated the lives of over four dozen white slaveholders and landowning aristocrats.

Although he spared no women or children, he was said to have spared the lives of poor whites, because they thought no better of themselves than Negroes.

"Nat Turner" rap by Reef Tha Lost Cause. Powerful rap song documenting Nat Turner's rebellion (nice blues-influenced beat
I recently completed Kyle Baker's critically acclaimed graphic novel, "Nat Turner." This 200 page, historically based and comic book styled novel was amazing. The artistic depictions of a historically unknown event brought the insurrection to life.

"One thing that's always mystified me about slavery is this:," Baker writes in the preface, "If slaves were selected and bred for size and strength, slavemasters must very quickly have found themselves outnumbered by their bigger, strong slave population."

"How does a weaker minority dominate a physically superior majority?" Baker asks. "In my research I learned that this is accomplished by destroying the slave's mind. More effective than whips and guns was the simple act of outlawing the teaching of slaves to read or to write."

Credit: Complex.com

The novel goes on to graphically depict the life of Prophet Nat. The kidnapping of his mother from Africa, his father running away, his desire to read, his interest in the Bible, his revolutionary Moses-like vision, the insurrection and his triumphant, but tragic capture and lynching. Turner was executed in Jerusalem, VA.

There are no words in the book; although, there are passages from the book, "The Confessions of Nat Turner." It is important to note that many Black historians dispute the validity of this text. Yet, Baker is able to use passages to add power to the visuals.

With my time running short today, I am reminded of a few things:
Black Liberation Theology and the 2008 attacks on the Black Church. After recently teaching at Oakland Freedom School, housed this year in a historic Black church in West Oakland, I was reminded of how important that institution is.
White Jesus and Black Congregations. It's 2010 and many Black folks still praise "White Jesus." Although many scholars such as Na'im Akbar and Tony Browder have educated us on the historical inaccuracy of the "White Jesus" image as well as the negative psychological consequences, many congregations still use Bibles with this imagery or have huge 30 feet images on their churches.
Uncle Tom Preachers. Chairman Omali Yeshitela broke that down in his lecture, "If Jesus was a revolutionary, why is your preacher an Uncle Tom."
Finally, The Power and Potency of Righteous Knowledge. Nat Turner would be considered a terrorist today. An enemy combatant. I recall reading one article comparing Turner to a "radical" Jihadist.

Turner's actions led to the creation of some of the most oppressive laws towards enslaved Africans since...Bacon's Rebellion. It was prohibited to educate the enslaved or free and all Black worship services had to have a white minister present.

Is not the slave righteous in his rebellion against the system of oppression? Or as Nat Turner responded to a question of any remorse:

"Was not Christ crucified?"

Rest in Power Nat Turner.

Alameda Islamic Center holding fundraiser

2010-08-18T13:12:00.000-07:00

My masjid (see, mosque) in Alameda is holding a fundraiser Saturday, August 21. The fundraiser will be at the Chandni Restaurant in Newark. Featured speakers are: Imam Zaid Shakir, Amir Abdul Malik Ali, Dr. Mohammad Rajabally and Sister Ameena Jandali.

Tickets are $20 in advance or $25 at the door - to purchase, call (510) 410-4006 or Email.

Last year, the Islamic Center of Alameda (ICA) was able to purchase the building it's rented out for decades.

"Alhamdulillah, our prayers were answered and Allah (SWT) blessed us. We received donations from brothers and sisters from all over the Bay Area, across the United States and overseas," wrote Imam Musa Balde. "The $270,000 borrowed from generous brothers and sisters are due now, and hence the Fundraiser Iftar is being held to repay them as we promised."

After taking shahaddah nearly six years ago, I have seen our Ummah (community) grow.

"Our community has been doubling in size over the last few years, as more Brothers and Sisters accept Islam," Balde said. The center now offers many programs such as feeding the needy, a Madrassa (school for children), summer camp and Prison/Community Dawah (outreach).

The dinner is Saturday, August 21st at 5:00 PM at Chandni Restaurant 5748 Mowry School Rd Newark, CA 94560. Tickets available at www.icabayarea.org or by calling (510) 410-4006.

Even if you cannot make to the fundraiser, please consider a donation for the sake of Allah, which can be made through our PayPal link on our website.

"Media Magic" Rap about Bay Area Media Influence

2010-08-18T11:24:00.000-07:00
I recently found an old USB drive while cleaning. It had just 512MB, but whoa! It had some content.

I found a bunch of old photos from the College of Alameda Black Student Union (Alameda BSU). As a side note: I posted those to my Facebook, and it's good to see many of those relationships still active. I found some old homework, essays, instrumentals and some lyrics.

What follows is my first first from a song called, "Media Magic." It featured me and a young man named, "Mari Bo." The song is about media, its portrayal of Black people and its influence. Ironically, both me and Jamari Caldwell have both gone into journalism. Last I heard, he was at Chico State writing for the Orion.
(Lyrics Below>
"Media Magic"
By Reggie General

No me gusta escuchar la radio
Porque dispersa decepcion en mi barrio
Estas hablando espanol? [What you say?]
Mi mal! My bad! We multi-lingual in the Bay
Bruh, Look at the way the portray us on 106 and 94-9
Misleading and deceiving yours and mine
Distracting minds, with that audio swine
Got us thinking Black Enterprise is to hustle and grind
You ever find it weird the news never be near here
When we do good, but if we “Go Bad”, then they appear
Smear, distort, manipulating the facts
Political lies, criminalizing Latinos and Blacks
Cats need to see the television telling lies to your vision
Trying to get rich or die quick? They trying to put you in prison
The Terminator is the Governor and you think I’m tripping
Then go home and listen to that FOX, Dennis Richmond
Then tell me, Who Pimping?

* *

I'm trying to find the recording of the song. I know that at one point, journalist and online community organizer Kara Andrade had an audio recording. She wrote a great piece about the story for the Alameda Journal's "Friends & Neighbors" section.

I still have a few songs on Myspace from that era.

Photo Credit: Weapons of Mass Expression (WOME)

Real friends fall in Lake Merritt together

2010-08-15T23:46:00.000-07:00
Oakland’s Lake Merritt is one of my favorite places in the world. I have great childhood memories of Childrens Fairyland, Festival at the Lake, and just walking with my mom. (I also remember falling in the lake back in the late 80s. Maybe I'll tell you that story some day)

Today, over two decades later, I fell in the lake again. Uggh.

Sometime this afternoon, I got the urge to go rowing at the Lake Merritt Boathouse. My usual rowing partner, Caps, was busy packing for his move back to DC. So I hit up my dearest Saba the G. She was down.

Cool. I ride my Deebo (see, bike) to the Lake. As I wait for Saba, I see my Geography professor from Merritt College. We chop it up a bit about Kemet (Egypt). She asks if I used any geography while out there. Not really, but I was aware of the environment.

When Saba arrives, we make the reservation. We decide to get the Double Kayak. I’ve often kayaked by myself, but it’s been a minute since I did a double kayak.

After switching vests (I grabbed the XL while she grabbed the 2XL), we call the women over for our double kayak. We ask for another paddle since only one was near the boat.

We climb down to the lower platform. Saba gets in first, up front, I later sit down in back. As we hop into the kayak, Saba asks, “Does this ever tip over?” The woman says something about it being unlikely, or whatever.

While paddling out of the alcove, Saba keeps complaining about her little paddle. I’m looking at it, thinking it’s the same size, but I keep paddling.

We decide to switch paddles. Saba swiftly lifts hers over her head, and hands it back to me. I grab the paddle, and hand her mines.

“Much better,” she says.

Other possible titles for this blog post:
How Reginald James fell in Lake Merritt (again)
Ain't that a b*tch, I fell in the Lake
Don't go swimming in Lake Merritt (I did)
I know what Lake Merritt tastes like
Meanwhile, I’m in the back dripping water on myself due to the midget paddle. (No offense to my Ding people).

“Let’s go back and get a bigger paddle. I can’t kayak with this little ass kid’s paddle,” I say. We turn around and head back. When we ask for a paddle, they say they have no more.

I suddenly realize that the grip edges had been adjusted. I push it outwards and, “Whoop there it is!” I have enough room to paddle. We quickly begin turning left, as we had already moved back towards the boathouse platform/walkway. As we turned we kept gaining speed. We both paddled on the right side, turn ourselves left and moving forward. We quickly approached the boats on the side.

As we paddled to push ourselves left, suddenly we tipped over.

SPLASH!

We in the water. Dirty-ass-Lake-Merritt-water.. Ugghh!

“OMG” Saba yells, laughing. “Ugggh.” We fell in Lake Merritt. Get me out this water.”

Mind you, I've been fasting for Ramadan. No food or water (among other things) in the daytime. But now, I got nasty Oakland pond water in my mouth. Fortunately, I didn't swallow any. For health's sake, and my fast.

We quickly grab our now capsized kayak. I flap my soaked tennis shoe-flippers towards the edge and pull myself up. After I climb out onto the ledge, I help Saba out the water. I notice her purse, slightly open. I pull it out the water too, as she lays on the platform. Her upper body from her waist laid on the platform, while she held her legs and feet above the water.

“Damn, my cell phone,” I think. Suddenly, I feel the phone vibrating in my pocket non-stop. I pull it out my pocket. The screen was all white. Damn, this the second phone this week. I quickly pull the battery out. The woman who set us up, I mean, helped us get in the kayak takes our phones and goes to dry them off.

As we sit on the platform soaking, Saba pouring water out her shoes, she starts cracking up.

“At least I ain’t have a perm.” Wow. What a sport! A real G.

The guy working on the dock, trying to console us, says, “I fell in last week.” Uh huh.

We walk back to take off our life vests. Looking down at our soaked clothes. I say, “Pedal boats?”

“Hell naw. I’m going home.” She said. “Did you take the bus here?” Damn. I can only imagine what I'd look (smell) like taking AC Transit home.

“No, I rode my bike,” I respond.

“I’m taking you home,” she said, taking off towards the parking lot. I walk back to the office to get my ID (and refund). Mind you, I used to go rowing weekly, so I know my face is familiar.

As soon as I walk in, the woman behind the counter slowly looks up. Suddenly, she starts cracking up. “I tried to keep a straight face,” she said. “You wasn’t even out there for five minutes.”

They give me my ID, and my money back. I’ve seen similar incidents, people don’t usually get they money back.

I walk back to the car. Saba’s white t-shirt drenched. “I look like I won a wet tee shirt contest.”

Saba’s Blackberry was tripping. Plus, he digital camera wasn’t working. On the ride back home, Saba says, “Man, I can’t even tweet about it.”

Once Sista Africa gives me a ride home, I take off my seat belt and look at her.

“You ain’t getting no hug she says!” Hahaha. My mystic, mind-reading sister. I reach over and hug her close. Allowing the duck poop and toxic sewage to marinate between us.

I go inside. Take off all the wet clothes and throw them washer and shower up. Dry off and go outside. I still have to get my bike.

I was late for the bus. Luckily, AC Transit runs late on weekends. As soon as I come out the house, I see the bus down the block. I sprint to the bus stop on 5th and Lincoln. When I get there, I see a brother standing outside the L-I-Q (corner store). He says, “You still got it!” I laugh, lightly winded. “It’s good to be in shape,” he says, pulling out a Black and Mild.

I take the bus downtown and walk back to the boathouse. I go back to the bike rack. Before I grab my bike, the lady inside looks at me and laughs again.

How I fell in Lake Merritt in 1987
One day, I was at Lake Merritt with my mom. We were feeding bread crumbs to the ducks. Well, all the big ducks crowded near the lake's edge and were taking all the crumbs. According to my mom, "the first was when you were 5 trying to lean over the edge so the 'little ducks get some food,' AFTER I told you to not lean so close to the edge." I'd leaned towards to edge to throw the crumbs out further to the little ducks in the back. I leaned too close. I fell in the lake. Fortunately, I'm one of the 4 out of 10 Black children who could swim. I doggy-paddled to the edge, towards my mother's roaring laughter.
“I had to come back to get my bike,” I said. “Don’t worry, we’ll be back again.”

As I reflect on this experience, I have to smile about my growing friendship. Many women would have been flashing hella hard, crying and carrying old. Not only did Saba soldier up, but she was laughing about it too. Now, if she had that perm that might not have been the case.

They say real friends stick with you through thick and thin. Me and Sista Africa fell in the lake together. And I bet she's down to go back.

I hope everything works out with her phone and camera. Right now, I’m trying some “Put your wet phone in rice” method I saw on You Tube. Nonetheless, there is no one else I’d rather have fallen in the lake with.

I just hope that we don't mutate.

Reginald James' cell phone dies. Cause of phone's death unknown

2010-08-14T15:29:00.000-07:00

After 30 months of service, on August 12, Reginald James' phone broke. Permanently. The cause of death is unknown.

The phone had been "tripping" for weeks, James said. In recent days, the END call/power button seemed unresponsive. Suddenly, the phone's LCD screen went totally white.

"I just arrived at KTVU to cover a protest. I was planning on doing some live tweeting. When I pulled out the phone, the screen was all white," James said. "The phone had been tripping for a minute; buttons not responding, the phone calling other phones on it's own."

"I guess it was really time to get a new phone," he added.

Earlier this year, the phone's screen was damaged after being dropped. A large diagonal crack on the screen remained. It is unclear if the phone's death resulted from these injuries.

"I told him he should've been got a new phone," said Brandy Smith. "His (James) cheap ass didn't want to listen. Now he gotta get a new phone. Even though, he didn't answer that phone half the time."

James got the phone for it's texting dexterity. Although James tried not to talk too much on the phone, he frequently used it to send updates to Twitter. Last year, the phone stopped sending Twitpics, drastically changing James' usage of the service.

"I had the same crack on my phone's screen," said Dawna Williams. "I got a new phone months ago. I guess he held onto the phone for sentimental reasons."

James originally got the phone in 2008 to replace a malfunctioning Kyocera Strobe. Prior to that, James had a T-Mobile phone and Nextel service.

"This is the longest I've kept a single electronic communication device since a pager," James said. "I guess I was kind of attached to it. I just received a replacement in the mail, but it doesn't feel the same. The buttons are clean, there's no crack in the screen and I can't even smell my own breath when I speak into the phone. It doesn't feel right."

The replacement phone was sent in the mail the same day and arrived to James' home Friday. Ironically, but not uncharacteristically of Metro PCS, the phone was shipped without a battery. James was forced to harvest the organs of the old phone and use them in the replacement, even though the phone was not registered as an organ donor.

All of the phone's contacts -- including phone numbers and email addresses -- are gone. All of the phone's pictures are UNretrievable, also.

"All of our memories are gone. Even though the mind and soul of my phone is gone," James said, fighting back tears, "I'm using the battery of my old phone in this new one. It's like the heart is still with me, pumping and radiating energy."

"My phone don't pump no Kool-Aid," James said as he broke down and cried. After he wiped away the tears, he was seen on Craigslist.org looking for smartphones.

A private ceremony in memory of the phone at Alameda Beach will be held Saturday, August 28 (Although there is no MetroPCS service there).

In lieu of flowers, email James your name and phone number, or, you can call James at five one zero - seven seven six - one six nine five, and stay connected.

Greening Ramadan - Better environmentally sustainable practices for Ramadan

2010-08-12T10:37:00.001-07:00

Note: This originally appeared on the discussion board of the Lighthouse Mosque's Facebook page in August 2009.

At iftar at the Alameda masjid, I noticed we had a lot of fruit and vegetables and were going to just throw them out. I've been composting for a couple years and decided I'd collect the food scraps while there. All this month -- when I've been able to break my fast at the masjid -- i've collected food scraps.

One of the things that attracted me to Islam five years ago was reverance for the environment. I've often heard that "Green is the color of Islam." Well as the best of people, we should also be the best stewards of this planet.

So here are some "Greening Ramadan Tips"

Water Conservation
Since we're not drinking water during daylight hours, we can also conserve more water and waste less. Whether you use less water for wudhu or use "gray water" to flush your toilet, we can be mindful that there are others dying due to lack of clean water.

Plates and Eating Utensils
One way people often waste water is washing dishes. One possible alternative is paper plates. Paper plates can be recycled, although you are still consuming paper. And instead of using a fork...use the original five fingered fork--your hand.

Clean your plates and lick your fingers, "You don't know in what portion of the dish your blessing (from Allah) lies."

Public Transportation
I've always found it ironic how Muslims have a tendency to be late when we have to be on schedule to pray five times per day. You'd think we'd be more systematic. Well, one thing that may work for some folks is using public transportation.

Planning ahead, you can use public transportation opposed to driving and reduce pollution you put into the air. Use 511.org or call 511 to get bus/train arrival times (and the 15 18 bus goes by the Lighthouse masjid, and the 51A goes by the Alameda masjid). You can also use NextBus.com

Conserve Power
We can also conserve electricity this month. For the entire month of August I watched just three hours of television (I ♥ PBS & History Channel). By turning off the TV, radio and other things will likely break your fast anyway, we can reduce the demand on energy.

These are just a few ideas off the top of the head, but Insha Allah, you can all find others to try this month and in the future.

CHeck out this book, GreenDeen. About Islam and the Earth.

*Additional Ideas*

Ride a Bicycle
If you live within three miles of a mosque (or anywhere in Alameda), why not ride your bike? It is healthy for your body, good for the environment and will save you money.

Let us continue to guard this planet for our posterity.

Influence of Marcus Garvey

2010-07-28T07:59:00.000-07:00
Recently, my Oakland Freedom School class watched, "Influence of Marcus Garvey." This documentary, available free on You Tube, about the life of Pan-African leader Marcus Garvey is a great resource to educate people on his life.

Marcus Garvey, founder of the Universal Negro Improvement Association (UNIA) is responsible for the creation of the beautiful Pan African flag, or "Red Black & Green" flag.

Garvey was a journalist and printer by trade. He published the Negro World newspaper, an international Black newspaper that was printed in three languages. Eventually, it was banned in African "colonies" by Europeans, due to its potency.

His UNIA claimed four million members. His parades in Harlem were splendid. Unlike other Negro (or colored) leaders at the time, Garvey was interested in a mass movement of the people. Not just a "talented tenth." This brought him at odds with W.E.B. DuBois. The two had a nasty feud, played out in the Black Press (including the Negro World, and DuBois and the NAACP's "The Crisis").

I remember my brotha Ise Lyfe, during his "Are we crazy?" presentation pointed out how many high school youth could identify a ski-masked wearing image of Plies (the rapper), but were unable to recognize Marcus Garvey. We must teach the youth.

The Influence of Marcus Garvey: Part 1

The Influence of Marcus Garvey: Part 2

The Influence of Marcus Garvey: Part 3

The Influence of Marcus Garvey: Part 4

The video was a great way to introduce people to Garvey's work, "Africa for the Africa," the power of organization, the real definition of "snitching" vis-a-vie J. Edgar Hoover's information/provocature's like "800" and, of course Pan-Africanism and economics.

Shown at Oakland Freedom School, July 27.

Kemet Awaits: My journey to Egypt, Africa

2010-05-29T04:47:00.000-07:00
I've always wanted to go to Egypt. In about 24 hours, I will be in Cairo.

Growing up, I dreamed of going to Egypt. Then Michael Jackson's 'Remember the Time' video came out when I was at Longfellow (Elementary) and I said, 'I'm going to Egypt.' Now, I've been blessed to have a dream come true.

The two week trip is a part of the Merritt College Africana Studies Department's Study Abroad program. The purpose of the program is to "globalize students’ understanding of the African world historically, culturally and politically from an African Centered perspective.

The true name of the land now called Egypt is Kemet, written as KMT. I will be taking lots of photos and posting regularly to this special blog, California to Cairo.

Traveling always makes you grow as a person. Not only did I grow as a human being with my 2005 trip to Bosnia, but after my 2006 trip to Jamaica, I grew locks.

I am extremely great(full) for this opportunity. This experience will make me a better person for the community I serve," Besides documenting the trip on the Cali to Cairo blog, I will be making community presentations this summer and through the fall, to share my experiences.

It is my hope to be able to use the experience to elevate consciousness and respect for Africa, and articulate the greatness of African people. Actually, the greatness of all people and our ability to be great reflections of the Divine Order of Netcher (Nature).

To follow my travels, request a postcard or contribute, visit http://calitocairo.blogspot.com

Eliminating Can't from Your Vocabulary

2010-05-23T17:54:00.000-07:00
For a little inspiration this afternoon, I decided to check out Brother Jesse Muhammad's page. Always a source of inspiration.

As his status message, he had the following quote from Minister Farrakhan:
"There is no such thing as 'can't' in the vocabulary of God"

It reminded me of something else I experienced last week. I was with a good brother of mine, Abdul-Hanif, and his son Hamza. I don't remember exactly what he was said, but Hamza told his father, "I can't." His father's response: "What did I tell you about that word?" He apologized. His father then said, "There's nothing you cannot do."

It reminded me of an ayat (verse) from the Holy Qu'ran. Surah 53 An-Najm (The Star), ayat 39. (53:39)
Man can have nothing but what he strives for and his striving will soon be seen

How often do we here people commit suicide with their own dreams? Too often, we place limits on ourselves.

As a child, I liked to be defiant. If someone told me I couldn't do it, I'd do it to prove them wrong. As I got older, I realized that I didn't accomplish what I could for their sake, but for the sake of myself and my offspring.

Looking up the word, "Can't," one definition I found was an "Angular deviation from a vertical or horizontal plane or surface; an inclination or slope." Another was "A thrust or motion that tilts something."

When you say you "can't" do something, you deviate from your own abilities. You thrust into motion a path towards failure. You are destined for greatness. Although society may be structured in a way that seeks to limit your contributions, or your God-given abilities, you must fulfill your destiny. As a reflection of G-d, you are great.

Be your greatest and eliminate the word "can't" from your vocabulary.

Yes, you can. "Accomplish what you will," Marcus Garvey taught us.

Oakland legend - Proverb Jacobs - Former Laney College Women's Track Coach

2010-05-10T20:30:00.000-07:00
A few weeks ago, I met an Oakland legend.

I was at the Oakland History Room in the Main Library near Lake Merritt two Sundays ago. I like to study at the library on Sundays.

On this occasion, I went to the Oakland History Room for research on an upcoming story I'm writing about the history of Black Studies at Laney College. A few years ago, I discovered a book called, "A Chronological Review of A.S.L.C. and related student political activities, as told through the Laney Tower."

This three volume set full of clippings from the college's Laney Tower newspaper has been a great resource in recent years. When they listen, I've numerous ASLC officers to check the third volume out for the sake of institutional memory. But I digress...

This particular afternoon, I was interested in the first volume, which I knew went back to 1952. When I got to the room, I looked up the call number on the computer and asked the library to go to the stacks. I looked to my right and noticed an older man staring at me. I nodded. He nodded back. I went and took a seat while waiting for the first and second volumes to arrive.

Once the books arrived, I took them to the table where I'd already began pouring over the third volume (2000-2004). I looked up and noticed the man still staring at me.

"Hi," I said, looking at the man with a slight smile and partial, "Can I help you, OG?" look on my face.

He responded, "I made that book." I stood to my feet.

"You're Proverb Jacobs?" I asked. He nodded his head.

The first time I got the book, I wondered, "Who is Proverb Jacobs?" From some minimal research, I discovered that he was a former track coach at Laney Colege. And from time to time, he would visit the Laney Tower offices to make photocopies of articles. Presumably, that is how he compiled over 40 years of stories.

I introduced myself to him as a writer for the Laney Tower. I happened to have a recent issue of the newspaper and showed him the photo of the Lady Eagles on the front and back pages. He began telling me about the books and the rise of the track team.

At one point, I thought to myself..."I'm never going to get a look inside these books." So what? I had a living library of history, information and inspiration before me.

Not only was meeting him a story in itself, but, he is now the subject of an upcoming profile I'm writing for the Laney Tower.

Here's a preview:

Untitled profile about Proverb G. Jacobs
There is a Swahili proverb that states, “When there’s a will, there’s a way.” In Oakland, there is another Proverb that exemplifies the above statement: Proverb Jacobs. An educator, scholar-athlete and historian, Jacobs may perhaps be best known for resurrecting the Laney College Women’s Track Team.

Proverb Gabriel Jacobs, Jr. was born in Marksville, Louisiana in 1935. His family came to California as part of what is known among African Americans as, the “Great Migration.”

The ever-athletic Jacobs graduated from Oakland Technical in 1954. For three years, Jacobs was All-City in both track and football. He then went to Modesto Junior College where he was All-Conference and All-Northern California. After receiving his AA, he transferred to UC Berkeley. At Cal, Jacobs continued to excel. In 1958, his shot putting earned him sixth place in the NCAA Championships.

After graduating, Jacobs was drafted by the Philadelphia Eagles in the second round. After a few years, he played for both the New York Giants and Jets before putting in two seasons as a starting offensive tackle for the Oakland Raiders.

Jacobs came to Laney College in 1968 as a football and track coach. He later became Head Coach for both track and Cross Country.

At age 74, Jacobs stands tall at 6’4’’ and has a commanding presence. While he sported a medium length Afro in his coaching days, his ‘fro is short and gray, giving him a near prophetic look.

The full story will appear first on The Reginald James Report on May 15, 2010.

How many books do you have in your house?

2010-05-07T05:54:00.000-07:00
Don't judge a book by its cover. Chances are, you've heard that statement before. But I've got one you've never heard. During my "Black Experience through Film" class at Laney College, our professor quipped:

Ladies, if you are at a man's house and you're on your way to his bed, and if you don't see 10 books before you get to his bedroom, leave.

It was another one of my professors hilarious and outrageous statements. But the idea had merit: Don't f*ck with a dumb f*ck. It was a relief from society's usual patriarchal suggestions that women trade sexual favors for a man's money. More often, men are judged by their paper and not their paper backs.

I jokingly asked: What if a man has a whole bookcase?

"A whole bookcase?" she asked. "Shoot, if he has a whole bookcase, you can spend the week there." The class laughed. "In fact, you should call a few of your girlfriends to come over." Comedy.

Now of course, with the bookcase picture above resting in my bedroom, that sounded like a great offer to me. A week-long literary orgy. Bring it on.

Although that idea may come off as crude, or comical, it contradicts with the values of American society. If we were to choose our partners based off knowledge -- assuming that having books equals actually reading books - many problems of our society could be eliminated. Knowledge is beyond just algebra, history or science, but applied knowledge. Information about having better relationships with people. Knowledge about respecting life. Knowledge about co-existing and living harmoniously with the physical environment while living a spiritually rich life.

So, you can judge a man by the rims on his scraper, or you can judge a man by the number (and quality) of books bound with paper.

Then again, just because a man is smart does not mean he is good for you. And it certainly doesn't mean you should be in his bed.

15 reasons Oakland Police shot and killed deer

2010-05-05T00:38:00.000-07:00

Many people are disturbed by the recent news that Oakland Police shot and killed a lost deer in the backyard of a housing complex in East Oakland on May 1.

Many are bewildered and have asked, "Why did police kill Bambi?" I have a few hunches.

Through the assistance of my friends on Facebook, here are fifteen possible reasons:

15 Reasons Oakland Police Shot and Killed a Deer

Nothing else to shoot.
Fulfilling gang initiation.
The deer fit the description.
Deer had dirt on Oakland Police involvement in assassination of Chauncey Bailey.
Practice.
Gain a reputation.
Deer failed paper bag test.
Send a message to Rudolph, Prancer and Pluto.
It was an accident. Cop meant to pull out his Taser.
Mistook its tail for a gun.
Deer's name was Lovelle Mixon.
Cop had bad childhood memories of Bullwinkle.
Deer violated Oakland gang injunction.
Resisting arrest.
Pigs eat venison (deer meat).
Penis envy.

Oakland Police claimed to be investigating the murder of the deer.

Justice for Bambi.

A crackhead called me beautiful

2010-04-12T19:42:00.000-07:00
I've been on a month long blogging haitus. Mainly concentrating on school and contributing reports at TheBlackHour.com and its corresponding radio show, The Black Hour; Oakland news site Oakland Local and my college newspaper, the Laney Tower.

However, today I got some inspiration from an unlikely source; a crackhead.

Today, a crackhead told me I was "beautiful."

As I walked by her on 14th and Franklin Street, she stood near the AC Transit bus stop bench leaning. Y'all know that lean.

I said, "Hey, auntie!" as I walked by.

Raising her hand in the air, "Young man," she said, pausing as if she was swallowing a part of her tongue, "you beautiful."

I said, "Thank you" and kept it moving. As I reflected on this brief interaction, I wondered why it was so significant to me.

Crackheads are like the vampires of the hood.

Just say that word outloud: Crackhead.

Depending on how you cope with the biological warfare of cocaine against Black people, as sponsored by the U.S. government, that word is either scary, funny or a depressing reminder of how bad crack hit Black people.

Nowhere did crack hit harder than on the morality of the Black family. Families were obliterated. It is so bad, many Black folks now call the era prior to the epidemic "B.C.," short for "Before Crack."

Tyrone Biggums tribute
Yet, in popular culture, crackheads have become an object of comedy. Comedians like Chris Rock (Pookie from New Jack City) and Dave Chappelle (Tyrone Biggums), and the show, Are you smarter than a crackhead?.

Instead of seeing people as human beings with an addiction to a substance, they are simply seen as a joke, a scapegoat. Opposed to respecting their humanity, they are degraded to being rock sucking zombies.

As Sister Dereca Blackmon pointed out to me via Twitter:
"Correction: a person suffering from addiction to crack; underscore the person part"

People suffering from an addiction to crack (or any substance) are still people. That beautiful woman who complimented me today is someone's child. She is someone's daughter. She may also be someone's sister, wife or mother.

And although she was missing teeth and had overly yellow eyes, she had a beautiful smile that lit up those eyes when she looked at me.

If I am beautiful, it is only because I reflected her beauty.

Selective Editing - Tactic of Right Wing Media

2010-04-09T21:46:00.000-07:00
Last year, there was a great uproar against the now-defunct human rights organization, "ACORN" after a fraudulent media trick involving a pimp and hoe.

The FOX News driven campaign, with the blind allegiance of lazy ass mass media outlets, used “highly selective editing of reality" to present ACORN in a negative light. Actually, the tape made it look like ACORN was a "pimp" consultant firm.

To illustrate a downright silly example of how "highly selective editing" can manipulate viewers perceptions of events, see the videos below.

This is me at Lake Merritt in Oakland, practicing one of a few balance exercises near the Boathouse.

This is the actual footage of my first attempt without editing:

As Malcolm warned us, "With skillful manipulating of the press, they're able to make the victim look like the criminal, and the criminal look like the victim."

Whether it is FOX, or the wolves in the "Liberal Media," think critically.

Note: This blog is in response California Attorney General Jerry Brown's announcement that he will not pursue criminal charges against ACORN.

Leave your umbrella behind

2010-02-23T17:39:00.000-08:00

To brave the winds and the rain, human beings hide behind protective vinyl force fields called, “Umbrellas.” These devices are used to shield people and property from being ruined by water falling from the sky.

More often that not people I know end up using rinky-dink (see: Janky) umbrellas that end up falling apart.

That’s because people don’t reasonably invest in umbrellas. Folks may pay five dollars for an umbrella that rips apart due to the wind. The metal wires that hold it up end up protruding, in fact, even poking people.

Today at Laney College, I witnessed a young woman leaving school fuddling with her umbrella. The wind was battering her, and her umbrella, making it difficult for her to walk forward. The umbrella was also turning inside out.

In the heat of the moment, she throws down her umbrella, abandoning it.

I commented on her actions, and she responds, “It ain’t worth it.”

I thought about it later as I walked back to campus to hear Ericka Huggins speak. The wind blew against my umbrella, blocking me from reaching my destination. The rain wasn't pouring to hard. I put down my umbrella.

I became a lot more aerodynamic.

Sometimes, we think we are protecting ourselves. We use all sorts of artificial barriers (umbrellas) to protect ourselves from the elements. In the end, we end up hindering our own progress.

These umbrellas make us more vulnerable to the winds. Like sails, we float in the direction with our umbrellas as enablers.

And more often than not, the umbrellas get ripped apart and poke their owners.

Instead, we must abandon these cheap umbrellas that don’t protect us. Let the rain hit your face. Feel the wind in your hair.

Leave your umbrella behind. Sometimes, it’ll make it easier to reach your destination.

Update: Per the request of Dan Figueroa, I've included photos above, as well as a slideshow below of people with umbrellas at Laney College.

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Most Gangsta Bicycle Ever Seen on BART

2010-02-15T04:53:00.000-08:00

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On a Richmond (Orange Line) train, this brotha has the most gangsta bike known to man. Its a metallic grey beach cruiser reinforced with duct tape. It has metal chopper style handlebars with machine gun grips and throttle brakes. He has pegs and has wide super grip white wall tires that are veterans. He has a rear storage area with a Panasonic Boombox on the back. Cassette tapes included. The rider himself wears a full leather motorcycle fit with no helmet. Facial scars included.
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