"I will not go *aaahh* in class..." - Charlie Brown of the L.O.N.S.
which box are you checking?: George is linking to some very interesting articles dealing with racial identity. Back in the day when I was a teenager (before I had status, before I had a pager), I really despised the check boxes. I was really uncomfortable with putting "Black, Of African descent" or "Black/African American" or whatever the hell else the put on college applications. It was just a weird idea to think that because I had one of the top SAT scores among 'black' high school students in 1992 that I was desirable. Nevermind that I had a pretty damn good score amongst all students of all colors, I really was only competing with other black students. Application fees waived, fed exed packages from schools I wasn't even considering...
Come here you smart black boy, we need you on our team (cuz if we have you, we don't have to consider the rest of them)
...all because that black kid has a kick ass verbal score.
Verbal score?! We don't get many of those. The black ones are good with their hands and with figures. Make a damn fine engineer. Maybe a doctor or something. But a black one who knows the difference between "except" and "accept" and can use 'apocryphal' correctly in a sentence. My good sir, we have hit Blackjack!
Ha ha ha. Ahem, James, that's a funny one. Blackjack. Whoo. I would have gone with Jackpot there but you turned it around and made it racial. Your mind. Such wit. I'll call you Witty Whitey.
HA HA HA. You've got your own humor there, Marshall. Ahem.
My first two years of college, I refused to check any boxes. Never. I got in a debate with my Social Research professor about why every one of our assignments started with a racial category. I argued at fast food restaurants.
What can I get for you brotha?
How do you know I'm your brotha?
I, uhh, its just an expression. Look at your skin, man.
Oh, so now I gotta be black cuz my skin is dark? How do you know I'm not Middle Eastern or a native African or some shit?
Do you want some chicken McNuggets or something, man? I've got a line.
Oh, so now I gotta like chicken? You got some watermelon for me too? Goddamn. I should run a protest through this bitch right now. And just so you know, I'm not using 'bitch' as a disrespect to women, but as a disrespect to dogs so kiss my black ass.
But I thought you weren't black...
Oh, now I'm not Black? First you wanna sell me some chitterlings or some shit and now you want to deny me my racial identity. I'm telling you...where's Al Sharpton? Eddie Bauer, Denny's and now this shit. When I'm done, Ronald Mcdonald will be in black face wearing a dashiki.
I was confused man, confused. But now, I don't know. I proudly check the box. It has nothing to do with somebody else defining me but how I define myself. And Black, of African descent is exactly who I am and who I want to be.
was kazaam really that unforgivable?: I still don't understand how people can't love the Daddy. He spends his summer's learning how to protect and serve and now he wants to make sure folks can get and keep affordable housing. Plus, he don't fake the funk on a nasty dunk. Give the man some love one day...please? So what he's got a superman fetish. He's not alone.
my last comment on American Idol for the week: And I'm not hating on the guy, its just...well, I can see the truth. In twenty years, Justin will be this man. I'm just sayin'.