GMW writers tweet out another clue as to who the first BMW guest star will be.
idc about macklemore i care about the queen and tupac at a gay club in the 90s
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My homie Paul Kjelland’s prints are up at the UWM INOVA gallery on prospect. The whole show is pretty ill and features some of the most relevant artists in the city. Cop a look asap.
Tupac had 25 years and he did 25 years worth of wonderful work. Remember the words of my son.. Remember to Keep Your Head up.. Remember Against All Odds.. Nobody Can Judge You.. that’s God’s job.. Remember, the things 2Pac said..I just really ask people to really study his music and to listen to his music with an open heart and soothed mind.. Thank you very much.. Peace -Afeni Shakur
The fables they tell you in elementary school are well crafted, really. Christopher Columbus was so great he gets you a day off from school. Homie docked the Mayflower and discovered the great land that you stand up every morning and pledge allegiance to. The irony of a class full of young, black students saying “one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all” every morning is lost on you. America, home of the free, except for those people who looked like you that arrived whilst wearing shackles, well at least the ones that survived the middle passage were. School doesn’t teach you about that real shit. One day after school in sixth grade you come across an old magazine, it says Emmett Till, but the image does not look human. The picture leaves you unable to speak, the autobiography of Malcolm X steals your breath, and this group called the NAACP teaches you what a question is. It opens your mouth wider than your eyes and shows you that history really isn’t as fun as they make it out to be.
In elementary school, they don’t teach you names like Medgar Evers or Emmett Till. They don’t show you the picture of a fourteen-year-old boy in a casket looking less than human. They don’t tell you that he was treated less than human, because he was considered less than human. They don’t tell you that in elementary school so you don’t realize that your skin color still decides how much of a human you are. They leave that for discussions of the constitution and that clause about three-fifths. Names like Trayvon Martin, Darius Simmons, Sean Bell, Oscar Grant, Amadou Diallo, James Byrd Jr. remind you. You could go on forever, really but your paper has a thousand word limit and you have things left to discuss, because you need those five points for your response to what you are and what those before you endured. You have to respond to hearing you professor refer to Trayvon Martin as an example, when you see yourself in him. You hear the story of him and you remember some of the times where you have been followed, where people have clutched their belongings, crossed the street, or stared and said things. You only remember some of the times, because you have honestly lost count, you try to forger the words because sticks and stones and all. You will never forget that by definition you are a threat because of your skin color and any reaction to injustice action will leave people asking if you deserved whatever your grim fate will be.
History is “I have a dream”, Rosa Parks, “content of our characters”, and the only references to Malcolm are the fashionable shirts that bear him, an AK-47, and “By Any Means Necessary”. Times have changed you are told, pictures are shown of different shades of hands linked together and you are told of a dream realized. You’re pretty sure it’s not yours and it doesn’t sound like Martin’s either. America still doesn’t have the cash when we go to give them our check and when people say racism was a long time ago, they don’t realize your grandmother had a separate water fountain. Do not worry though, it was equal, like we all are today. They say it’s 2013 and time has changed things. They do not remember when Dr. King wrote from a jail in Birmingham that time is neutral and can be used for good and evil, because they have not read it. The worst thing they have used time for, is to use it as a signifier that things have changed. You let them believe that, because you are naïve enough to believe maybe one day they will see things differently and honest enough to know they never will.
The NAACP of now is nothing like the one of old, but it’s very possible that half of your almost entirely white “Problems of American Racial and Ethnic Minorities” class can’t even tell you what the acronym stands for. The breath you take as your professor informs them that Rosa Parks wasn’t the first, her feet weren’t just sore, and that the bus boycott wasn’t an accident is deep. Not as deep as the realization that many people don’t know that one of the largest, most impactful boycotts of all time was calculated by brown scholars, much like yourself. They may not even believe you if you showed them proof. When your professor breaks for discussion you ask yourself, if we know there is still injustice and inequality why are we sitting in this class, instead of sitting inside some capitol, demanding change. Your thoughts are broken when you hear the girl in the row in front of yours comment to her neighbor about so-and-so’s latest post on Instagram. A world where you are seen as equal to her is the most unbelievable story you have ever heard.
Truthfully, “One nation, under god, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all” is the greatest lie ever told. It’s a lie that has deceived the masses since it was first printed 121 years ago. A lie that started everyday of my elementary school, the lies that finished my days were fairytales about pilgrims and Native people sharing turkey over thanksgiving, apparently the pilgrims saved the small pox blankets for Christmas. The only thing uglier than the truths of American history are the lies that you are taught and the facts they have kindly omitted. Or, in the case of Mexican-American students in Arizona, they have forcibly been removed. The lessons they don’t teach in America are ironically the ones you need to learn the most. I was lucky (lucky?) enough to come by some of these lessons in a magazine older than the tattered books my poor school provided for me. The biggest lesson they don’t teach in America is people of color don’t get fairy tales, because people of color don’t get happy endings.