http://road2zion.wordpress.com Sun, 26 Aug 2007 20:44:21 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 http://road2zion.wordpress.com/2007/07/13/13/#comment-4 darkdaughta Sun, 26 Aug 2007 20:44:21 +0000 http://road2zion.wordpress.com/2007/07/13/13/#comment-4 I don't define as a dyke so much anymore. My daughter, the five year old understands me as such because I think it's important for her to understand how not like many of the other mothers her mother is. I skipped through this post multiple times, everytime trying to ride ahead of a tide of rage, impatience, incredulity, horror...more rage. I appreciate the words in the call out. My concern is the ways that queers sit inside our families and communities when nothing too awful is going on. We make do. We make peace with people who are not peaceful. We smile with people who would see us remain tortured by the closet. We debate with people who sap our energies and still walk away steeped willingly in homophobia and heterosexual privilege. The words in this post are words that need to be offered time and time again...in the "good" times. When we wait until deaths and murderings and rapings and maimings to speak the rage resting at our cores, the rage and defiance we feel in the face of our own oppression, really it ends up feeling like too little too late. The "good" times are when those who oppress or who turn a blind eye to our oppression, pave the way toward acts such as these. Their self imposed ignorance, unearned privilege and belief in the inherent superiority of heterosexuality allows them to stand to one side and just shake their heads when individual members of our tribes are bashed and killed. Fuck. I'm remembering how many times I've had dykes, black dykes looking at me as if to say: Don't rock the boat. Nah, I won't rock the boat. I don't rock the boat. I was just trying to speak out when homophobia and heterocentrism made room for others to rock it, tip us out of the boat and drown us while they watched clucking their teeth and pointing out that we should behave better and not show so much, not be so out, not kiss in public, not be so stupidly proud of who we are. fuck. I don’t define as a dyke so much anymore. My daughter, the five year old understands me as such because I think it’s important for her to understand how not like many of the other mothers her mother is. I skipped through this post multiple times, everytime trying to ride ahead of a tide of rage, impatience, incredulity, horror…more rage. I appreciate the words in the call out. My concern is the ways that queers sit inside our families and communities when nothing too awful is going on. We make do. We make peace with people who are not peaceful. We smile with people who would see us remain tortured by the closet. We debate with people who sap our energies and still walk away steeped willingly in homophobia and heterosexual privilege. The words in this post are words that need to be offered time and time again…in the “good” times. When we wait until deaths and murderings and rapings and maimings to speak the rage resting at our cores, the rage and defiance we feel in the face of our own oppression, really it ends up feeling like too little too late. The “good” times are when those who oppress or who turn a blind eye to our oppression, pave the way toward acts such as these. Their self imposed ignorance, unearned privilege and belief in the inherent superiority of heterosexuality allows them to stand to one side and just shake their heads when individual members of our tribes are bashed and killed. Fuck. I’m remembering how many times I’ve had dykes, black dykes looking at me as if to say: Don’t rock the boat. Nah, I won’t rock the boat. I don’t rock the boat. I was just trying to speak out when homophobia and heterocentrism made room for others to rock it, tip us out of the boat and drown us while they watched clucking their teeth and pointing out that we should behave better and not show so much, not be so out, not kiss in public, not be so stupidly proud of who we are. fuck.

]]> http://road2zion.wordpress.com/2007/06/21/thursday-november-27th-2003/#comment-3 darkdaughta Sun, 26 Aug 2007 20:36:02 +0000 http://road2zion.wordpress.com/2007/06/21/thursday-november-27th-2003/#comment-3 You shouldn't have to loc your hair in order to touch your ancestors. Even wimmin with weaves and relaxed hair have the right to walk wrapped in the arms of their ancestors and to feel their spirits. I've had every single hairstyle in the book, many of them after I came out and came into my feminism and my Black consciousness, nothing going on on top of my head ever stopped the flow of consciousness rising inside me. :) You shouldn’t have to loc your hair in order to touch your ancestors. Even wimmin with weaves and relaxed hair have the right to walk wrapped in the arms of their ancestors and to feel their spirits. I’ve had every single hairstyle in the book, many of them after I came out and came into my feminism and my Black consciousness, nothing going on on top of my head ever stopped the flow of consciousness rising inside me.

]]> http://road2zion.wordpress.com/2007/06/27/10/#comment-2 darkdaughta Sun, 26 Aug 2007 20:33:47 +0000 http://road2zion.wordpress.com/2007/06/27/10/#comment-2 It wasn't until I watched Mississipi Masala that I realized the role South Asians from India, living in East Africa had played in the oppression of Black Africans. I understand the Idi Amin was a mass murderer, what I find "interesting" is that he ends up often being portrayed as the Black oppressor of the South Asian merchant class who functioned as a buffer, if I understand correctly, between Black Africans and white colonizers. The stories are complex and movies very rarely offer layeredness along with wonderful plot devices and special effects. It wasn’t until I watched Mississipi Masala that I realized the role South Asians from India, living in East Africa had played in the oppression of Black Africans. I understand the Idi Amin was a mass murderer, what I find “interesting” is that he ends up often being portrayed as the Black oppressor of the South Asian merchant class who functioned as a buffer, if I understand correctly, between Black Africans and white colonizers. The stories are complex and movies very rarely offer layeredness along with wonderful plot devices and special effects.

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