Kanye West and Salvador Dali: Two Fucking Fascists

A gifted, eccentric artist in a genre of art that was created as a form of resistance and revolution abandons everything his movement stood for in both artistic and personal acts of delusional self-grandeur and pro-fascist ideology.

Sound familiar?

That’s because Salvador Dali was the Kanye West of his day; an artist whose undeniable talent couldn’t be reconciled with his dangerous public antics, and whose actions sparked heated and complex conversations about the relationship between art and the artist, the power of celebrity and the gray lines between eccentricity and anti-social behavior in public life.

The time is now! Don’t be like the NY Times and National Geographic

In looking through the stories of women featured in the Times article, I was angered by realizing that I didn’t know of Ida B. Wells or Henrietta Lacks until college and the way our current curriculums are set up, our students won’t either. I’ve found that when teaching Global History and U.S. History, unless teacher led, the stories of influential women are still absent in our textbooks.

Black Women for President…Yaaaaaasss!

The great thing about Black women is we have all the answers because we not only can identify but we call out all of the real problems. Despite what the media will have you think about Black women, we are nurturers, mothers, thinkers, doers and so much more. 

King’s Legacy: A Pacifist, A Revolutionary or Both?

While yes, technically, legal segregation is over, New York City remains one of the most segregated school systems in America. In fact, we are more segregated today than schools were during the start of the integration movement. We also have a rampantly racist President in office who recently referred to Haiti, El Salvador and all the countries in Africa as “shithole”, but we can sit wherever we want on a bus so, you know, everything is alright and Martin Luther King Jr.’s dream has come to fruition.

The lessons I wasn’t taught: MLK Jr.

All week I’ve been engulfed in his iconography and his teachings, in his likeness and his speeches. In every space I’ve gone I’ve been waiting to see the King in the last years of his life somewhere on display. The man who grew in his thinking and his understanding of human rights and the evils of White supremacy and capitalism. But that King seemingly doesn’t fit into this narrative we’ve all been fed.