Arts & Entertainment
“To be a Negro in this country and to be relatively conscious is to be in a rage almost all the time.”
a moment of poetic inspiration on a day of global celebration honoring womanhood
In my experience, feisty babes are born, not made, the product of generations of women who repeatedly defied expectation and societal norms to do things their way. It’s time that they were celebrated.
Valentine’s Day is for suckers. Save the high-priced flowers, chocolates and bubbly for someone who doesn’t treat herself well on a regular basis. If we’re really going to have a conversation about love, let it be the kind that heals lives, far beyond one fancy outing.
Some advice I got years ago about remembering choreography has turned out to be a valuable life lesson that bears repeating, consistently.
When I’m in the zone, deep in my cultural bag, I feel beautiful, powerful…damn near invincible. There are many aspects of how to convey this information to the masses that I have yet to refine. But I know my mission and will employ heroic efforts to see that it is accomplished.
Thanks to the release of the movie “SELMA” and the King holiday, there will be a lot of conversation about social justice, civil rights, and equality. But how many of us move beyond the Dr. King sound bytes to embrace the much more durable idea that love should be at the root of it all?
Our community is familiar with the annual shutout/snub typically handed down by the Academy Awards. Nominations of people of color in any category have been few and far between, and actual awards to Black actors, directors, or others in the film industry have been even more infrequent.
Holidays always pose a unique challenge for the unchurched. But when the narrative makes it way onto worldwide movie screens, it gives me a chance to soapbox a bit about God and the way we present divinity.