A couple of weeks ago, I had to conduct interviews for leadership positions in a service program I’m a part of called Alternative Spring Break (ASB). Warning, begins shameless plug: It’s a nationally recognized, student-led program run through Howard University’s Office of the Dean of Chapel that provides students with a service learning experience while positively impacting communities across the country. As the Site Coordinator for ASB’s Chicago site, I interviewed students who wanted to become team leaders in Chicago as well as other cities we will be serving in the spring. While I was in one interview with another site coordinator–who was particularly quiet throughout the interview–he looked up from his evaluation form and ask the nervous freshman, “Do you consider yourself to be a conscious person?” Now we were given a list of questions by our director to ask the students so that we could evaluate them effectively, and whether someone was ‘conscious’ or not definitely wasn’t on that list. Granted we all veered off and occasionally asked site specific questions. But when he asked the girl about her consciousness–who by the way looked like she’d pass out at any moment–I looked at him suspiciously wondering why he’d ask her something like that. (more…)
A murder was committed this past weekend. The victim was 17 years old and unarmed. He pled for his life with hands in the air, only to be shot down execution style and left lying on the ground for 4 hours. His name was Michael Brown and his killer was an officer of the law.
Normally, I don’t like to publicly comment on these things. But this time is different. (more…)
The buzz about black movie sequels has gotten pretty loud lately. Especially on Friday nights when BET reruns Love & Basketball for twelve hours straight. As soon as those closing credits start and we see Monica out on the court with Lisa Leslie, the tweets start rolling in: “When are they going to come out with a Love, Basketballs & Babies or something?”
I get it, trust me, I do. I’m one of the many people who’ve opted to lay in bed watching Brown Sugar with some red velvet ice-cream instead of going out for a night in a crowded club. And I can probably recite every line of “A Blues For Nina” from Love Jones, from the “is dat a smile me put on ya’ face, chile” to the “blue in yo’ left thigh.” But my love for these characters and their stories doesn’t demand a movie sequel to perpetuate the legacy. (more…)
NBA Finals, NHL Stanley Cup and the FIFA World Cup. What do these three events have in common? They all involve physically fit men running until sweat molds their jerseys to their bodies so wonderfully it could make a nun blush. At least that’s the answer men expect to get from a woman, right? (more…)