“I know I’m no glamour girl, and it’s not easy for me to get up in front of a crowd of people. It used to bother me a lot, but now I’ve got it figured out that God gave me this talent to use, so I just stand there and sing.”
I love African American women writers and love to hear a black man sing. Marvin Gaye wrote songs that still provide a formidable critique about society today, and still speak to delicately and sometimes brutally about love and love lost. And he was such a beautiful man.
a little while ago i had the pleasure of sitting down with one of my favorite writers, dream hampton to chat about a myriad of things from hip-hop, to black women and abortion, to surviving in a post-capitalist world. #heavy.
two interviews have been published by Clutch Magazine (here & here), but i’m sharing the complete, unedited, amazingly dope convo with you.
“Fellow citizens, I am not indifferent to the claims of a generous forgetfulness, but whatever else I may forget, I shall never forget the difference between those who fought for liberty and those who fought for slavery; between those who fought to save the republic and those who fought to…
Forced to be still on a day of rebirth, I am thinking about my own rebirths. So I am remembering what made me want to be an historian (and not just a history major).
It was my 2nd year at UVA and Reginald Butler assigned bell hooks. His class was like nothing I had ever done before. And hooks was like nothing I had ever read before, but I had never wanted to read anything that much. And I discovered that hooks was a woman that had so reinvented herself that she gave herself a new name. But her name drew her back to her folks, her grandmother Bell Blair Hooks. And as a black girl how had always been mocked for thinking too hard and sounding like she was a white girl named Blair, when she was really named after a black woman named Julia Blair, I saw new possibilities for myself. And I was excited.
I’m only about halfway through Marable’s Malcolm X, (busy month) but so far its awe-inspiring. I love the nuanced reading of the Nation, the connections to Garvey, and all the complexities of family drawn out in the text. I will try to finish it soon and then I will blog about it here, on the tumblr… #startingtolikethisthing
I was inspired today listening to Marian Wright-Edelman describe her memories of freedom summer. That the activists would all get together and laugh about the scary things that happened to them each day in order to keep going. She remembered the laughter and the singing. I never heard any accounts that mentioned the laughter. It makes sense. Such an honor to learn from her.