I’m sure when this triple O-G’s name is brought up in casual conversations about Blackness, the first thing that comes to mind is his COMEDIC GENIUS.
“Americans, the eyes of the world are upon you. How can you expect the world to believe in you and respect your preaching of democracy when you yourself treat your colored brothers as you do?” As an artist and performer, I revel in every opportunity to CELEBRATE THE HISTORY OF BLACK MUSIC! The beginning […]
For the month of May we intended to focus on the African Diaspora outside of America and an American context.
My entire way of looking at the world is mediated by being an “Caribbean American” woman all I know is western colonial ideas and oppression and though I’m decolonizing my mind, to teach, blog, and spread ideas about the diaspora removed from the western mindset proved hard. It also proved to be a productive struggle.
“…we here in America are facing some of the very same challenges in our education system as on the continent. What we have in common with many parts of Africa is that we are still operating in a colonized system.”
Any educator in their right mind needs to listen to this album with and without your students.
We here at CREAD will be giving an in depth pedagogical break down using DAMN in a few weeks. And what we’re asking you, yes YOU reading this. Is to listen to DAMN and if there is a track that hits you right to your soul, write or draw or in someway express yourself and what you felt when you listened to it.
So what are you gonna say at my funeral, now that you’ve killed me? Here lies the body of the love of my life, whose heart I broke without a gun to my head. Here lies the mother of my children, both living and dead. Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted. Most bomb p*ssy who, because of me, sleep evaded. Her god listening. Her heaven will be a love without betrayal. Ashes to ashes, dust to side chicks.
I remember watching Lemonade, at home, by myself, glued to my couch, stunned by the words coming out of Queen B’s mouth. I knew the poetry wasn’t hers and I remember wondering, who, had written such purity and realness and how had they allowed themselves to be so vulnerable?
“As we are collectively bombarded by vile acts of division and hatred by this administration, let us turn to Hughes’ words on this country. Listen and consider for today his poem, “Let America Be America Again” “