Naw, the Revolution damn sure will NOT be televised, Brother Gil Scott-Heron never DID lie to Us, did he! 😏
It wont be televised while happening on the street. It won't be televised while happening in our homes. It won't be televised while happening in these schools ouchere oppressing our children about their hair. It won't be televised while happening in our workplaces where WE are being oppressed about OUR hair. It won't be televised while happening at black churches of Christendom when the majority of Us turn our backs and walk away-- forever shuttin down massa's embedded passivity in our grey matter. It won't be televised while we snatch up wiipeepo from hijacking the narratives of OUR STORIES which WE aim to tell.
The Revolution will not be televised while happening in MANY instances.
But happening it IS, and it will KEEP happening.
And when it IS finally televised, it will be because the nation and the world are no longer able to ignore the ripples reaching farther and wider on the regular and some SHIT been FORCED to change!
#ByAnyMeansNecessary...
~ K
halid Sowande ~
Khalil In The Universe
Khalil In The Universe
Thursday, January 30, 2020
Sunday, January 12, 2020
Excising What Separates Us: Overhauling Our Mindsets by Khalid Sowande
On Our journey of overall Ascendance, We must first overhaul Our mindset. One aspect of such an overhaul is re-examining perpetuated terminology that has become societally normalized.
Herein are examples of terms/labels which have become normalized, but should no longer be acceptable. I share them here in two separate lists:
List#1 Originated from colonizers, and
List#2 Originated by the Oppressed Due to colonization.
Recognizing the lists separately helps Us to see how the latter was born of the former.
List#1
The label "Illegitimate" for children born out of wedlock
The label "Bitch" for women
The label "Whore" for women
The religious label "Saved"
The white supremacist labels "minority" & "ethnic"
The racial labels "white" and "black" (notice that these two peoples are the ONLY PEOPLES who are formally labeled by COLORS, everyone else is known by NATIONALITY!!!? Ask yourself, Why?🤔)
List#2
The misogynistic label "Thot"
The condescending label "retarded"
The misogynistic label/reference "female"for black women used by black men
Labeling which automatically equates Gay Man with Effeminate Man
Labels which equate Gay people with Trans people
Labels which equate Mental Illness with Weakness
Labels like "pussy", "soft" and "sensitive" which deride black men who do not elect to hide themselves behind machismo and pre-designated characterization roles for black men.
Kindreds feel free to add other instances of which you are aware that I may have overlooked here... this is a learning AS WELL as teaching moment!
Let us overhaul our mindsets TOGETHER.
#OnePeopleOneLove
❤️🖤💚
Herein are examples of terms/labels which have become normalized, but should no longer be acceptable. I share them here in two separate lists:
List#1 Originated from colonizers, and
List#2 Originated by the Oppressed Due to colonization.
Recognizing the lists separately helps Us to see how the latter was born of the former.
List#1
The label "Illegitimate" for children born out of wedlock
The label "Bitch" for women
The label "Whore" for women
The religious label "Saved"
The white supremacist labels "minority" & "ethnic"
The racial labels "white" and "black" (notice that these two peoples are the ONLY PEOPLES who are formally labeled by COLORS, everyone else is known by NATIONALITY!!!? Ask yourself, Why?🤔)
List#2
The misogynistic label "Thot"
The condescending label "retarded"
The misogynistic label/reference "female"for black women used by black men
Labeling which automatically equates Gay Man with Effeminate Man
Labels which equate Gay people with Trans people
Labels which equate Mental Illness with Weakness
Labels like "pussy", "soft" and "sensitive" which deride black men who do not elect to hide themselves behind machismo and pre-designated characterization roles for black men.
Kindreds feel free to add other instances of which you are aware that I may have overlooked here... this is a learning AS WELL as teaching moment!
Let us overhaul our mindsets TOGETHER.
#OnePeopleOneLove
❤️🖤💚
Saturday, July 6, 2019
On Being Free: Black Identity And Pursuit by Khalil Somadi
I must agree that Africans in America who are descendants of slaves are indeed different than Africans born and raised in Africa. We have been socialized differently; our blood was diluted by that of whites for the most part also. Therefore some of us do not identify as African, and some of us do.
It is our right to be able to choose based on our individual views on our place in our history, a history which is tied to the histories of both Africa and America.
Africa is my Motherland and I claim and honor her as such. I will forever regret the culture I was deprived to know through no initial free choice of my own.
I am a displaced person, because my mother and her mother and father and their mother and father were displaced people. I do not claim the land of my ancestors' bondage as "home".
My great grand mother and father on my father's side first came to the Caribbean from Sierra Leone. My father was Jamaican-born, as am I. When I was fourteen I moved with my family to America, my mother's place if birth, to Washington, D.C. where I grew up. Systemic racism reigns here, and it reigns in Jamaica as well; it affects the lives of black people globally. While recognizing our diasporic differences, I also recognize our sameness in our right to be free of systemic oppression which Others us on whichever part of the globe we dwell.
Unity in rising against oppression is what is most paramount to me, and that includes a choice in how we identify and why as well as pursuit of formal retribution for all that we lost generationally in the 'fire' that was slavery.
MLK said "We shall overcome one day". Overcoming is a process, just as our marginalization was a process; and "one day" begins Today.
#OnePeopleOneLove
KS
Wednesday, January 16, 2019
Looking Back On Baldwin's "Sonny's Blues" by Khalil Somadi
I first read James Baldwin's "Sonny's Blues" one evening over 20 years ago, sitting on the grass in Malcolm X Park. I was a college freshman, sixteen years old biologically, but I was already
O-L-D behind the eyes...
Except everything I experienced prematurely left me with more questions than answers. So I read EVERYTHING.
That day I read Sonny's Blues. And some of my questions were answered.
I guess Sonny's Blues is ok, if you like that sort of thing...in this case, that sort of thing being nearly perfectly crafted fiction.
That sort of thing being a story that's so universal and so timeless that it can be felt by any and everybody on the face of the earth. This sort of thing being the kind of story every writer should be aspiring to write before his or her days on this earth are through. Baldwin is simply the most amazing person I've never known, and if I don't read every single word he's ever put on paper before my life is over, my entire life will have been a supreme failure.
Again, as with Giovanni's Room, the story itself is completely secondary and deceptively simple. It's about two bothers and the manner in which they lose touch due to the younger brother's drug addiction and then reconnect and gain mutual understanding through Jazz. It's this last element that makes Sonny's Blues so wonderfully transcendent because Baldwin understands Jazz in a manner that I don't think anyone else in the world ever has. At the very least, he explains it in a manner that will leave no one confused as to the art form's meaning and purpose.
Jazz is pain and suffering given rhythm and sound; Jazz is life given melody.
And it is simply not possible to read the final passages of this story and not understand that; not feel it in the deepest recesses of your being.
There is music in those final paragraphs. Baldwin writes of the experience of listening to his brother play in a manner that leaves you feeling like you could be in a Jazz bar yourself, or at a poetry slam, or sitting in the audience of the most passionate one man show in existence. His writing is poetic, moving, and magical. There's even a feeling of the preacher in the pulpit during those sections. If you read it and you do not have tears in your eyes, I'm not sure I want to know you!
Of course there's more to the story than even just that; it wouldn't be Baldwin if there weren't. There are themes about how irrevocably we are changed by the places in which we've grown up and the places we've been (both physically and mentally). Themes about how things never really change in this world and in this country especially. Themes about how a parent's life long pain can be hidden from their children but still affect their lives in the long run.
It's the question about whether or not things ever fully change that I find to be most interesting. Living in a world in which a young black man was murdered for wearing a hoodie and walking down the street and his white murderer gets away with it facing no punishment whatsoever leaves me wondering if we've actually changed at all since the 1957 world in which Sonny's Blues was first published... a story that features a young black man being run down by a car driven by four white men who all get away with it.
What Sonny said about himself applies to us as a nation: "nothing had changed, I hadn't changed,
I was just older."
~ Khalil Somadi ~
O-L-D behind the eyes...
Except everything I experienced prematurely left me with more questions than answers. So I read EVERYTHING.
That day I read Sonny's Blues. And some of my questions were answered.
I guess Sonny's Blues is ok, if you like that sort of thing...in this case, that sort of thing being nearly perfectly crafted fiction.
That sort of thing being a story that's so universal and so timeless that it can be felt by any and everybody on the face of the earth. This sort of thing being the kind of story every writer should be aspiring to write before his or her days on this earth are through. Baldwin is simply the most amazing person I've never known, and if I don't read every single word he's ever put on paper before my life is over, my entire life will have been a supreme failure.
Again, as with Giovanni's Room, the story itself is completely secondary and deceptively simple. It's about two bothers and the manner in which they lose touch due to the younger brother's drug addiction and then reconnect and gain mutual understanding through Jazz. It's this last element that makes Sonny's Blues so wonderfully transcendent because Baldwin understands Jazz in a manner that I don't think anyone else in the world ever has. At the very least, he explains it in a manner that will leave no one confused as to the art form's meaning and purpose.
Jazz is pain and suffering given rhythm and sound; Jazz is life given melody.
And it is simply not possible to read the final passages of this story and not understand that; not feel it in the deepest recesses of your being.
There is music in those final paragraphs. Baldwin writes of the experience of listening to his brother play in a manner that leaves you feeling like you could be in a Jazz bar yourself, or at a poetry slam, or sitting in the audience of the most passionate one man show in existence. His writing is poetic, moving, and magical. There's even a feeling of the preacher in the pulpit during those sections. If you read it and you do not have tears in your eyes, I'm not sure I want to know you!
Of course there's more to the story than even just that; it wouldn't be Baldwin if there weren't. There are themes about how irrevocably we are changed by the places in which we've grown up and the places we've been (both physically and mentally). Themes about how things never really change in this world and in this country especially. Themes about how a parent's life long pain can be hidden from their children but still affect their lives in the long run.
It's the question about whether or not things ever fully change that I find to be most interesting. Living in a world in which a young black man was murdered for wearing a hoodie and walking down the street and his white murderer gets away with it facing no punishment whatsoever leaves me wondering if we've actually changed at all since the 1957 world in which Sonny's Blues was first published... a story that features a young black man being run down by a car driven by four white men who all get away with it.
What Sonny said about himself applies to us as a nation: "nothing had changed, I hadn't changed,
I was just older."
~ Khalil Somadi ~
Sunday, November 25, 2018
When Will We Realize That Everything Is Linked?
Will black folk EVER get tired of being sexually objectified?
Black man, you are down with the whole SnowBunny role many white women seek to play in your lives? It's Ok that she wants sex with you because through her filter (which is in fact a white supremacist filter) you are the stereotypical summation of your penis?
Black women, you are down with the WhiteMaleSavior role many white men seek to play in your lives? It's Ok to believe that none of that harbors racial stereotype which involve both yourselves And the black man?
It seems hard as HELL for us to genuinely comprehend that that kind of one-dimensional "desirability" IS steeped in stereotype, was in fact born of white supremacy. Black people seem unwilling to acknowledge that isolated incidents aren't actually all that isolated; everything is linked!
For example, it is that same objectification dynamic which shows up in sexual stereotyping that also enables white people in the medical profession to neglect the appropriate treatment of physical pain in black patients as they do in white patients-- because they believe that black people feel less pain than non-black people.
[And this to me is also reminiscent of how whites brand farm animals they own, just as they once branded slaves they owned!]
* http://health.usnews.com/health-news/patient-advice/articles/2016-02-11/racial-bias-in-medicine-leads-to-worse-care-for-minorities
http://www.cnn.com/2016/06/01/health/mental-health-therapists-race-class-bias/
https://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/culturally-speaking/201308/how-well-meaning-therapists-commit-racism
http://thegrio.com/2016/04/06/study-some-medical-students-think-black-people-feel-less-pain-than-whites/ *
Objectifying us makes it easier and even logical to them to regard us as less than human; and regarding us as less than human relegates them justified in oppressing us!
Make no mistake Kindreds, white people can want our bodies, can want to sex our bodies, and still embrace their white privilege by objectifying us because we are black!
And black people 'loving' them despite that is problematic af!
Wednesday, October 24, 2018
My Dik Is Just A Dik
Commentary by Khalil "Kingston" Somali
Ok, what am I supposed to do about my dik? Hmm?
Patriarchy-- created by heterosexual white men, have made of my dik a bastion of unwarranted entitlement.
Then I have "brothers"...black men, who, tho themselves marginalized, have bought into it all, so much so that they've become blinded by UnScience; and they are being backed up by the societal hierarchy in their oppression of black women and children, non-hetereosexuals and anyone else non-cis male identifying.
As a result, black women at this point condemn me for even possessing a penis. White women objectify me by it; and also conveniently via white privilege sentence me to die just for possessing it.
And white men...well white men have always been obsessed with the black penis, all the way back to slavery, back to the era of commonplace lynchings when I was also castrated of my penis as part of the lynching ritual!
So what's a decent, black, male, non-misogynist, non-anti black, un-ashy revolutionary to do...about his dik???
Keep on keeping his shit in perspective and keep on going toe to toe with anyone seeking to make me wear residual bullshit I did not create and do not instigate nor perpetuate.
Thas what!
My dik is beautifully and wonderfully made; but it is still just a muscular piece of meat made for reproduction purposes, sexual pleasure and pleasuring, and to assist my underwear in hanging just right! No more. No less.
I demand
the right not to be judged merely for possessing it.
Wednesday, July 11, 2018
LONG LIVE THE QUEEN by Khalil Somadi
I love Michelle Obama.
She is smart, gracious, beautiful and outspoken.
I believe she is also the perfect black woman as FLOTUS to a black man elected as POTUS.
I have not been easy on President Obama.
There are a number of us who are perplexed and frustrated by what has appeared to be political complacency on his part with regard to his speaking, (or rather not speaking!) publicly to issues such as overzealous policing of people of color, and solidarity with African nations in the wake of terrorism as he has shown with European countries.
But yesterday during a phone conversation with another black woman whose brilliance I respect, I was enlightened to a possibility that I've since come to recognize as very plausible in light of the many attacks on social media against Michelle Obama by American racists.
The First Lady speaks to issues that President Obama himself is not as free to address in a manner that is sterner and more forthcoming. Just as the queen in a chess game can move as the king is unable to, Michelle Obama pulls no punches. She speaks to Black America unreservedly and from the heart on some of the issues that burden our souls and stymies our morale. Unhindered in the way that her husband is as the "leader of the free world" who has taken an oath that precludes him from "bucking the system" in which he is enmeshed, (a condition Barack Obama had no problem accepting and pursuing though knowing very well it would hinder him in furthering the ascendance of non white people in a white supremacist society...but I will not speak further on this point here!)Mrs. Obama extends herself to being of The People, HER people, rather than above and far removed from their collective conscience.
Which brings me back to the subject of the disrespect and denigration hurled at Michelle Obama by foul mouthed, racist factions of White America.
Racist White America, which was built on patriarchy. Patriarchy, which umbrellas not only racism, but misogyny and sexism as well, among other ugly isms and phobias perpetuated in this country!
Although a great number of racists most probably never liked Barack or Michelle Obama anyway, it should be noted that it was not until she began to be more vocal on issues plaguing black Americans in America did she become blatantly reviled, insulted, and her femininity mocked and even questioned, (having been called post-op trangender, a man in a 'former life'!) and unattractive as a black woman.
The two main problems patriarchal-minded racists have with Michelle Obama is that:
1.She is black, accomplished in her own right and a woman.
2. She is a woman who does not "know her place"!
How dare she actually 'speak out, as a man would'?
Doesn't she know that such a trait makes her the antithesis of the demure white woman and the 'acceptable' mute black woman?
How
DARE
she???
Well she dares!
And in my eyes she is even more adored, and RESPECTED, for doing so!
With that being said, it is highly unlikely that a woman of such commendable character would be married to a man with no social consciousness as I'd begun suspecting regarding our President. That
just doesn't stand to reason.
More likely it is a situation of a partnership where the ideals and the concerns about the treatment of black people in this country and the thwarting of the dreams and aspirations of its black youth MATTERS. (They are raising two black youth themselves whom have also not escaped the scathing and hateful bile directed at the Obama's in general!)
I love Michelle Obama.
The President is more than fortunate to have her in his corner, as we are to have her as our First Lady.
Checkmate.
And long live the queen!
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