7 posts tagged “black woman”
When Rev. Jeremiah Wright (Barak Obama's Pastor) spoke of AIDS being put in the Black community in his much ballyhooed sermon this is why. There is precedence for this kind of action in America. Is this fear mongering? Or is this acknowledging (very real) possibilities? This (Tuskegee) experiment garnered an apology from the President twenty-five years later.
The United States government did something that was wrong—deeply, profoundly, morally wrong. It was an outrage to our commitment to integrity and equality for all our citizens. . . . clearly racist.
Apologies only begin the healing process. It does not cure the hurt. Germany has apologized (for the Holocaust) but the Jews still feel the pain and recognize the significance of never forgetting nor letting the world forget their struggle. Neither shall Black Americans forget; so when you hear the endless loop of Rev. Wright's petition to GOD damning America it stems from this experience along with, slavery, racism, discrimination and injustice that seeks to understand WHY? And how long do we have to suffer this kind of deception? And is their still this kind of government sanctioned racism going on now?
When (non-Black) Americans hear the horror of the Black experience they want to put it in the past, tag it as "what once was", say "it's not like that anymore" until the next event that tears the scab off a wound that will ultimately leave a scar at best. So here is a reminder of why you (America) will from time to time get the vitriolic rhetoric from our gatherings at churches, rallies and demonstrations. Please pardon the anger, hurt and distrust that Black Americans have for some of America's worst offenders, bad actors and racists. It is natural to cry in pain when your healing; to be in discomfort when you've been handicapped. We are in repair.
Your (test) subject,
Bycha Buxton
LADIES - If you accidentally over-salt a dish while it's still cooking, drop in a peeled potato and it will absorb the excess salt for an instant "fix-me-up."
REAL WOMEN - If you over-salt a dish while you're cooking, that's too damn bad. Please recite with me, The Real Women's motto: "I made it and you will eat it and I don't care how bad it tastes."
LADIES - Cure for headaches: Take a lime, cut it in half and rub it on your forehead. The throbbing will go away.
REAL WOMEN - Take a lime, mix it with tequila chill and drink. You might still have the headache, but who cares!
LADIES - Stuff a miniature marshmallow at the bottom of a sugar cone to prevent ice cream drips.
REAL WOMEN - Just suck the ice cream out of the bottom of the cone, for Pete's sake. You're probably sitting on your butt on the couch, with your feet up anyway.
LADIES - To keep potatoes from budding, place an apple in the bag with the potatoes.
REAL WOMEN - Buy boxed mashed potato mix and you don't have to worry about the potatoes growing arms and legs.
LADIES - When a cake recipe calls for flouring the baking pan, use a bit of the dry cake mix instead and there won't be any white mess on the side of the cake.
REAL WOMEN - Go to the bakery - they'll even decorate it for you.
LADIES - Brush some beaten egg white over pie crust before baking to yield a beautiful glossy finish.
REAL WOMEN - Sara Lee frozen freakin' pie directions do not include brushing egg whites, so I don't do it.
LADIES - If you have a problem opening jars, try using latex dishwashing gloves. They give a non-slip grip that makes opening jars easy.
REAL WOMEN - Go ask the very HOT neighbor guy to do it.
And finally the most important tip....
LADIES! - Don't throw out all that leftover wine. Freeze into ice cubes for future use in casseroles and sauces.
REAL WOMEN - Leftover wine??
My life has taken a unique turn. I often felt this internal pushing and tugging to be a contributor to mankind (what a Utopian idealist I am). I look up to and reflect on many individuals unselfish sacrifice for temperance and guidance in my own quest for a life of service to mankind. A life that bears a mark (bastazo), a life that has used me as a touchstone of progress. It would be so easy to just wake up and live, work, love, and leave the philosophical, social and religious engineering to the Illuminati. But no, there will always be the Lynch’s of the world. Be they Internet hoaxes or real persons with an agenda that constitutes a response, an uprising or even at times a lifelong struggle to undo the social destruction they cause.
If you are not familiar with William “Willie” Lynch here is some background information for you. Willie Lynch was believed to be a successful British slave owner in the West Indies who was invited to the Colony of Virginia in 1712 to teach his methods to slave owners there due in part to several slave uprisings in the area prior to his visit (The term “lynching” [example] was derived from another ‘Lynch’ Captain William Lynch 1742 - 1820 who authored the “Lynch Law” sent to the Virginia Legislature on Sept. 22, 1782). There has never been any supporting document of Willie Lynch’s speech “The Making of a Slave” that mysteriously surfaced in the 1990’s.
Since its discovery (for lack of a better term) it has become the go to speech for ‘Black History Month’ (celebrated throughout February in the U.S. and Canada and October in the U.K.) programs, rally’s and the like. It’s a moving and thought provoking letter that is so relevant today that it is undeniably appropriate when African Americans gather. It provides a solution to systematically oppress a group of individuals (the Negro) for long term domination and manipulation for the benefit of the oppressor. It is not used as kindling for civil unrest as the supposed authors (Willie Lynch) race might think; but more so as a wake up call to the ancestors of former slaves (yours truly).
In this climate of Presidential Primary elections here in the States there is an uprising much like that of the Colony of Virginia in 1712. A man; not of the dominate race has brought the masses together and awakened a sleeping people, a people who were never intended to be fit for leadership of this kind. Whether this man is qualified for the highest office in the land is not the litmus test (although it should be) it will ultimately be the establishment he intends to serve and the threat assessment that is determined by a victory that will ascertain how the ancestors of former slave owners will react. The methods described in William Lynch’s speech are seen (by this author) as tactics used present day against the African American.
This entry is not an attempt to draw racial lines (they have
already been drawn) but to acknowledge that there was and is undoubtedly a plan
to make distinctions between the races and their roles. William "Willie" Lynch, fable or
foe; message or myth is the lesson for Black History Month, February 2008.
Watch, listen and learn...but never forget.
Celebrating my history with you,
Bycha Buxton
It hurts my heart to watch the pain of a people ("my" people) fight for the right to exist…again. I started college (Grambling State University) in Louisiana in 1987, I lived in New Orleans in 1989-90. My son was born in New Orleans; I became a better man because of my experiences there. It is a city of vibrant living, social injustice, epicurean delight (I learned how to eat in Louisiana) and endless entertainment. Now I watch as a spectator from my comfortable arm chair with all my creature comforts as "my" people fight for the right to exist in thier community, the only one they know. The culture there is like no other in the U.S. (the world for that matter), the energetic Second-line funeral procession, the New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival, the Reggae Sun Splash, the Mardi Gras, the blending of French and African culture, Cajun and Creole. "The Big Easy” it’s called for good reason; Jazz was born there, the sports traditions of the Bayou Classic and the Super Bowl are played there, the great college institutions; black (Dillard University and Xavier University) and traditional universities (Loyola University and Tulane University) are part of the culture.
The celebrated Chefs of our time, Paul Prudhomme who introduced us (the broader U.S.) to Gumbo and Blackened Redfish, Emeril Lagasse whose '“BAM!” has been heard ‘round the world, and the many mothers and grandmothers that have been feeding the generations with the "love" that makes New Orleans cuisine so great. New Orleanians live to express their unique culture with love for their heritage that's deep and genuine. Every "Black American" born in New Orleans can trace someone in their family to one of the Low Income Housing Projects in and around the Crescent City, not that it's a bragging right ; but a rite of passage from who they were to what they've become. There is a systematic plan to rid New Orleans of this rich history and these particular inhabitants. First the natural disaster (hurricane Katrina) played a key part in putting the city in distress. We (Black Americans) cried out “Injustice!!” at how we were unfairly treated when the FEMA and other disaster relief agencies came to the “supposed” rescue of New Orleanians (a selective rescue at best). Then redevelopment by way of failing to rebuild in certain “black areas” that were deemed a flood risk in the event of a second “Katrina like storm.” Now they propose demolition of the last vestige of “real” Black History; “living” Black History is being erased. There is a better way than this.
I predict that New Orleans, for my youngest child’s (4 yrs old) generation and my grand-kids (none yet…I hope) will be homogenized like much of the U.S. The language, traditions, the food and culture washed away and the “real” history demolished and replaced with the “new American standard”. It is a sad day when this systematic removal of the “color” of New Orleans is razed to the ground.
Feeling the pain with New Orleanians,
Bycha Buxton
buxtonbycha@aol.com
Young brotha being young is a requirement; getting old is a privilege. Young brotha I've tried to be an example of a "Strong Black Man" for you; but life can get in the way at times. Young brotha no matter your circumstance never give up, if it (life) knocks you down, get up, dust off and get going. I'm here; I will help you young brotha. I've tried to clear a path for you; so follow me, but not too close cause I've stepped in some traps along the way. It truly is a jungle and you are the prey. Yes my young lion the [lion]keeper is closing in; but I'm here to help you.
Young brotha you can't do it alone, don't even try it. I'm here; I will help you. Even when you can't see me young brotha, cause the brush is too thick, believe me when I tell you I'm making a way through this madness. I love you, I'm here; I will help you young brotha. Don't tell me I don't understand; I just cut the path your going through. They say "when your going through hell don't stop...keep going". I'm clearing the way. I'm here; I will help you, just keep going.
Someone is helping me young brotha; he's just up ahead, clearing the path. And when he tires you'll pass by where he rests; give him respect he loves you too. And young brotha when it's time, you'll know...stand tall and make us all proud. We've been cut and beat and bruised trying to make a way through this jungle. Don't let us down were counting on you...and the young brotha behind you is too.
a Brotha, a Father, a Son;
Bycha Buxton
buxtonbycha@aol.com
I'm from that look between two people.
He saw Her; I was Them.
I'm am passion.
Passion is a boy of love.
I'm from grits and eggs.
Scrambled hard and over easy; the morning after and the night before.
I'm from the empty plate of a full morning that led to passion; the boy of love.
'Cause from Them came I who is He that saw Her.
You know...from between that look I'm from.
Yep, that's from where I come.
It was a moonlit morning in December 'till the 23rd of August
'round midnight of the next day, I was love and on my way.
Where I'm from is not hard to easily understand.
Just new old-fashion humpin' between a woman and a man.
Where are you from?
A boy named loved,
a.k.a.
Bycha Buxton
buxtonbycha@aol.com
