Never thought I’d see someone mixed w/ Black use white supremacist terms like “congoid” and “caucasoid” to describe themselves. Child…
I love this
Gabourey Sidibe continues to live the dream
You see that leg sway! Girrrl…I see you! I didn’t know Kid Cudi was so handsome! Never really listened to his music before. I watched the whole clip; it’s a great interview.
An investigation is underway at George C. Marshall High School, after a Fairfax County mom says her son was allegedly asked to speak “blacker” by a teacher during what the mother said was a lesson on stereotypes.
Nicole Page says it all started when an English teacher asked her son to read a Langston Hughes poem aloud.
Her ninth grade freshman son, Jordan Shumate, is the only African-American in the class. Page says when her son stopped and said he was uncomfortable with the dialogue, the teacher stepped in.
“She interrupted me after I finished the first stanza, and told me to read it ‘blacker,’” recounts Jordan. “She said, ‘Blacker, Jordan. Come on, I thought you were black.’”
And Page says this isn’t the first incident of the teacher’s cultural insensitivity, as reported by her son. She says there was a poem by Tupac Shakur that she wanted him to rap out.
For her part, Page says she is shocked: “Very sad, a mourning for my child’s loss of innocence that he would have to experience something like this.”
“The Marshall High School administrators are taking the accusations seriously and they are pursing the investigation vigorously,” says Jon Torre, spokesman for Fairfax County Public Schools.
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THIS SHIT NEEDS TO STOP.
Update: Looks like the teacher, Marilyn Bart, was eventually placed on paid administrative leave while the school investigated. Unfortunately, I can’t seem to find any info on what happened after that, though my search has not been super extensive.
don’t let no one tell you that you’re ‘too deep’ or ‘over thinking things’ or you’re ‘too complicated’. deep thinkers are the brilliant ones. be brilliant. question everything. peel back the surface and inspect what’s underneath. question yourself. demand explanations. do research. wonder. be complex and special and brilliant and fuck anyone who tries to shame you for not being superficial enough.
For all your black mermaid feels
"Evening Attire", photographed by James Van Der Zee, 1922
James Van Der Zee (born June 29, 1886, Lenox, Mass., U.S.—died May 15, 1983, Washington, D.C.) is one of the few famous black photographers. Much of his opulent portraiture chronicled the Harlem Renaissance.
In 1916, VanDerZee and his second wife, Gaynella Greenlee, opened the Guarantee Photo Studio in Harlem. Their business boomed during World War I, and they enjoyed critical and commercial success through 1945.
After World War II, the Van Der Zees’ fortunes declined (along with the rest of Harlem). By the time his collection of negatives and prints was discovered by a representative of the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York in 1967, the family was nearly destitute. In early 1969, Van Der Zee’s photos were featured as part of the museum’s successful “Harlem on My Mind” exhibition. The photographer gained national acclaim, and from the 1970s until his death in 1983, Van Der Zee returned to work, photographing celebrities who had become familiar with his work.
i need to stop seeing this shit come up on my dashboard. stop mimicking “black men” when you invoke predatory sexuality. recognize it and stop doing it. recognize the part youre playing in perpetuating the deadly myth of the black male rapist.
and read this: "Rape, Racism and the Myth of the Black Rapist" from Angela Davis’s Women Race and Class
when white dudes say they’re “black from the waist down”