Category Archives: African-American History

Watch “Half Past Autumn: The Life and Work of Gordon Parks”

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Watch “A.D. Carson: Owning My Masters Dissertation Intro”

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Watch “Clive Campbell aka DJ Kool Herc”

​”New Edition” Memories by Zhana Roiya


I can remember being on the NE Heartbreak tour….singing with the opening act Al-B-Sure!  We usually left the venue before the headliner hit the stage cause not only was the hotel not close to the venue but, the bus taking us back to our hotel left right after we performed.  

On one occasion the hotel was walking distance from the venue I stayed to watch not only Bobby but NE.  Bobby was so electric…commanding the stage and whipping the crowd into a frenzy.   He was Dynamic.  But when New Edition hit the stage………I saw something that caused my jaw to drop.  These boys or men were so polished and clean in their delivery I could barely move or tear my eyes away.   Brook had them so Polished and suave.  When “Can You Stand the Rain” come on.   A set of 4 mics came descending from the rafters right into their designated spots of each member as soon as it hit the marks they hit their moves as soon as the first note fell.  The lighting designers were so magical as they set the dreamy mood. With sparkling LED lights everywhere. It was set in midnight blue.  I could watch that show every night and not get bored.  Even the musicians were so on point.   

I was saddened to know that Ralph had a separate tour bus from the  other members and no longer spoke once off stage and that Bobby and the others also were at odds. Security kept them well away from each other.  I remember being threatened with being fired from my gig if I rode on any of their buses (I wanted to get to my home town faster to see my parents and our bus was leaving so late that we would have gotten there way into the night where Bobbys bus was arriving by early am)  It was for the best looking in hindsight… that bus was probably out of control.  Our group always had a very family vibe.  I love the crew who worked with us they always looked out for us girls and  Partly in fact that the guys in our band let it be known that The singers were all to be treated with respect or face the wrath of our musicians who tolerated no nonsense or disrespect from any of them towards us we were like family..sisters to them. (thank you Kaleb, Spanador) It was a magical experience for me.  I learned a lot and I came away with great memories.

Zhana Roiya
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Watch “America’s Dream – The Boy Who Painted Christ Black”–based on Dr. John Henrik Clarke’s Short Story

“Cross-Training” by W. B. Ward

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Me and my Pops

Chess is a thinking man’s game. Not to be taking lightly at all. There are accounts on record of a single game being played over a 24 hour period. One player took 16 hours to make one move.

My pops always taught me to be a thinker. We’ve played this very game since I was at least 3 years old. Not quite understanding all of it at the time, as I grew older, the whippings began after I learned the rules.

The cross-training this game offers, if applied in life, is the mastery of the “rules of engagement.”

“Always have backup in place before you make a move.”

Many of you may have heard people say that in chess you have to think about three or four moves ahead of your opposition, and many of the greats will say it has to be even more moves, in order to counter the attack from your opponent.

Now in the real world we will encounter pit falls if we are not expecting them. This is what it means to be truly prepared, to expect the attack and have backup in place to replace quickly what was lost.

Lessons passed down through years and years, countless hours and hours, around kitchen tables mastering this game. The Game of Life, chess is only the vehicle.

They say a picture is worth 1000 words, I just shared a few.

Peace.

W. B. Ward
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Watch “Gil Scott-Heron Black Wax complete concert”

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Message to The Black Youth—“Be A Star That Stands the Test of Time”—Part 1

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When I look into your eyes Black Youth, I see a gleam in them. You have your Youth, your energy, your belief that something great awaits you as you become adults. When you are young—you believe you will one day be somebody great. You watch comedy, sports, music videos, and many other things, and envision yourselves as being as as you see & hear.

Many of you want to be a singer, a rapper, a comedian, a fashion model, an actor, etc.

For years, you wait to cut a demo as a musician, or spend thousands of dollars on comp cards as a model, photo shoots, and modeling classes.

There are many superstars in school sports waiting for a football, volleyball, basketball, softball scholarship—and, most times not pushed toward academic excellence by coaches, parents, and teachers the same way.

When will black youth have a common goal or be presented with heroes and sheroes that did something great for us and loved us… people like Ida B. Wells, T. Thomas Fortune, Elijah Muhammad, W.E.B. Dubois, Mary McCleod Bethune, The Last Poets, Gil Scott-Heron, Lucy Laney, Mary Church Terrell, John Henrik Clarke, John G. Jackson, and the likes. Here are only a few of names of great people that loved us . What makes these giants so much more different than the ones our youth are given in Feburary during Black History Month—is they dedicated their entire lives to our rise as a people.

A lot of our ancestors mission for our betterment was almost a priesthood. In other words, we consumed their every waking thoughts. You need to know of them so you can be inspired to be somebody. Not somebody that will serve only to make our people more of a consumer by selling records, going to concerts, a sports game, movie to see you on the big screen.

When your dreams of being a singer, dancer, comedian, actor, athlete, fashion model, talk show host, etc…Don’t meet your expectations, where will you go from there? Will you still have your energy and belief you will be somebody?

Well, I am here to tell you now Beautiful Black Youth of Today & Tomorrow—a whole world awaits you.

You can be somebody. You can give the world a beautiful light to see. You have brilliant minds. That is the way God created you. You have talents hidden deep within you that are be explored and dug up like gold.

You, Beautiful Black Youth, can be somebody great—not only as a singer, fashion model, NBA Player, comedian, talk show host. You do not have to be an entertainer, made to make someone laugh, clap, make another dunk in a basketball goal, hit another homerun in baseball. You can be great even if you do not sing a hit song. Do not give up if you see these goals not coming your way.

You must continue the great legacy set for our people. Take all of your energy and study our Great Freedom Fighting Ancestors. There are so many great ones not given to you like Henry McNeil Turner, Ida B. Wells, Nzinga, Elijah Muhammad, Yaa Asantewaa, Granny Nanny, Harriet Tubman, Martin Delaney, and many others. When you study them, you will see how you can give your God-given talents to our people. That is a life long mission. It will make you “A Star in the Universe” that will shine forever.

Give the world the light within you.

KT
2/2/2005
10:00 am
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Pops, Me & My Sis Bout to Go Catch Some Fishes Out Dem Dare Ponds in Da Country

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Pops, Me & My Sis bout to go catch some fishes out dem dare ponds in da country.

When we comes back, we cleans em real good. Cut da fish headz off & guts em. You know. Throws da fish headz to da catz. Once we gets em cleaned up, we takes da fishes in da house. By den, daddy be done had dat grease real hot. And he gots dem grits cooking with cheese in it. Mustard & ketchup ready. You talkin bout some good eating. Man, you got to take ya shoes off & wiggle ya toes while you eat dat kinda Deep South Cooking.

Peep this…at night when it was hard seeing the fishing rod duck down when fish bit the bait–my father had a master plan for that. You know baby shoe bells. He used them. Tied them to the tip of the fishing rods, where the hole is, where the line go through. He tied the bell on the rod tip wt bread wrappers. We might be down a railroad track, checking lines tied to the tracks, trees, etc. Just lines & hooks wt bait. But we had other rods out too. When a fish hit them, the bells went off.

Sometimes, the fish bit the bait one after another or at the same time. It sounded like Christmas bells going off. DADDY WOULD SAY…”that’s what I’m talking bout….get ready lil fish, y’all getting fried up tonight….yes Sir Son, that’s what I’m talking bout.”

KT
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