We were all coming out of the pandemic, that paralyzed our happy spirits last year. There is a new sheriff in town, named Biden, and he promised to behave like Moses of Bible history, take his people out of the Egyptian paralysis, into the new promised land. TRUMP, (the Pharoah) was pacing and fuming profusely at his Miami bunker. The escapees were about to spread joy!
COLUMBIA MARYLAND at the LAKEFRONT, was the place to be, JULY 4TH, 2021:
“The old certainties are crumbling fast” (Rebecca Solnit); what will emerge? The world we live in is altering: climate change, consciousness of income inequality, and the overwhelming emblazonment of BLACK LIVES MATTER.
The Visual Arts field has made its feeling known; SPARK IV, was launched in Baltimore, MD. April 2021
The exhibition featured the now generation from UMBC and TOWSON UNIVERSITY. Take a look.
IT WAS A PRESENTATION ON JUNE 19TH, 2021, (Canton)Baltimore MD. Frederck Douglass, America’s pre-eminent, black abolitionist, gained another star on his lapel.
Two plaques were unveiled, at a spot just about where Frederick made his remarkable escape, hopping aboard a Northbound train to freedom.
According to documents, he had lots of help to disguise himself as a free black man, speech, clothing, and most of all papers to show that he was not an imposter, even though he was. The preparation and bravery were “hugely” risky, but risks of this nature are applauded enthusiastically.
Douglas was trying to escape “racist” Baltimore, to later return with a liberation army.
Today Canton is obviously different, blacks may come to enjoy the water, which is an extension of the Baltimore Inner Harbor, but few can live here, for at the end of the day, they must quickly escape to their abodes with a different zip Code.
Applause to the white community of Canton, for this dedication to Douglass, they must be descendants of William Wilberforce, and not of the Seventh Vice President of the United States, JOHN C. CALHOUN.
“at Center Stage, we don’t give interviews at social events.” Told to me today (June 29, 2021). And she is black, as I am. Would she have said that to TMZ (television)?
Center Stage Baltimore gets money from us citizens; how then can information be privatized, withheld, scrubbed, only letting the public know, what Center Stage wants to be known?
I received an invitation to an event entitled, AFTER THOUGHTS, hosted by Dr.Durryle Brooks. It was RSVP, to attend. This event came under the heading of Artistic Partnerships and Innovation. He was accompanied by Professor NKIRU NNAWULEZI, (University of MD.) a researcher on gender-based violence.
What were they talking about? Primarily, how blacks of the LBGTQ community in Baltimore, survived the pandemic.
This is my opportunity to get specifics. Dr. Brooks, (black), grew up in Cherry Hill, (Baltimore Sun, Jan. 21,2021) and became a recent member of the Baltimore City School Board.
I did not find his speech in anyway related to the dramatic arts, instead it was about black men and women of a nontraditional sexual orientation, now emerging from cooking at home, taking care of pets, plants, and finally, able to show their pride.
We stepped outside for the video interview, then he bawked. He will do an audio interview, but not a video. What! This is DURRYLE, the wonder kid, champion of the less privileged. He is reneging to embrace what he was talking about a few moments ago: removing income inequality, erasing gender discrimination, embracing equal opportunity for all!
“Let me check with Center Stage before I do this.” Dr. Durryle Brooks. I felt like an albino child. (what is he, white, black?) They were all whispering at a distance; the Center Stage staffer, who sent the invitation, came over and said, she was going to ask Media department to talk to me about my request. Refreshments were not on the house, so I bought some and waited. They were still ignoring me, so I called out to one of the department heads; she did not want to, but did. “Oswald this is new for some people, let me get Marketing.”
Marketing, also a black woman gave me the opening statement of this article.
I walked out.
I was discriminated by Dr. Brooks, and by all the officials representing Center Stage, and they are all black. I have covered Center Stage for decades, going back to the days when I wrote for THE EXAMINER. Why were they lying to me? If I am supporting your cause with plaudits, I get the “good job” accolade, now I am a blindsided.
Two television stations, (WJZ and WBAL) two blocks away, did not appear at this event, neither the Baltimore Sun, let alone, the Washington Post. What would have been their response, had I been with CNN or the New York Times?
No, I’m the little independent guy. I thought this was about freeing the marginalized, they elevated themselves and dumped me.
Ninety percent of the persons attending this event, seemed well educated, they need no help. How can the not so well off, like most residents in Cherry Hill, where there is no WHOLE FOODS Market, believe in these masqueraders?
WE LIVE IN A MODERN WORLD, WITH AMENITIES FAR ROMOVED FROM THAT OF THE FIRST CENTURY. DONKEYS HAVE LONG GIVEN WAY TO SUPERSONIC JETS, AND SOON SPACE CAPSULES. WE HAVE TRANSGENDERS, UNHEARD OF WHEN “the carpenter’s son” (Matt.13:35), was before Pilate, the Roman Emperor.
Despite the progression of human capabilities, FATHERS and SONS remain the core of life, whether you are Christian, Moslem, Hindu or atheist.
Every religion talks of a new world, whether it be here on earth, or in heaven. But no one gets away from the belief, that SALVATION is through a GLORIFIED son.
In the African American communities, there is a depletion of men, and this has been in decline since the 1960’s, with African American soldiers, returning home dependent on drugs, committing crimes to satisfy the habit, leaving women in bedrooms of grief and anger. ASEXUAL began its growth as a social phenomenon.
While the world is celebrating FATHER’s DAY, some men like myself in our mid-seventies, are forced to ask, WHAT KIND OF FATHER HAVE I BEEN?
I’ve read the psychological sociological definitions on the subject, that the average reader is left to accumulate a library, afraid of making a mistake. I will therefore simplify the answer for you.
YOU HAVE 20 YEARS TO MATRICULATION! ZERO to FIVE, SIX TO TWELVE, SEVEN TO EIGHTEEN.
Insist on moral correctness, a collection of religious principles; define and show contrast by results, and highlight the characteristics of those, who made it to the end successfully; and if they died, did so honorably, like “THE CARPENTER’s SON.”
After months of pandemic lockdown, the Baltimore Museum of Art opened its doors to the public, April 2021.
I’m walking through an art exhibition entitled, NOW IS THE TIME. Artists, Not born in the 1800’s, but from the 1960’s to 2002. DALIN HALEEM, was born in 2002. JARRELL GIBBS was born in, 1988.
As I kept walking, I stopped at the exhibit entitled, THE FIFTHE CHILD BURNING, by LONNIE B. HOLLEY.
A torrent of emotions made highways through my system. Should I hold my hand over my mouth to scream out loud, muted slightly by my four fingers and a thumb? Should I stomp on the museum floor in expressions of rage and sympathy? Or should I be dignified and whisper silently, in a language only I could understand?
NINA SIMONE’s “MISSISSIPPI GODDAM”, flashed through my mind. I could see Nina at her piano, wishing she could jump up from that piano stool, eat some spinach, and like Popeye the cartoon character, with amplified vigor, flail that piano through the 20-foot wooden concert doors, with a heaving chest, tears and spittle bellowing, “now I can breathe!”.
Bebe’s kids are not done yet. In an adjoining room, emblazoned comparable to the size of a theatre screen, is a work by TSCHABALALA SELF. (opening photo above).
To stand next to a black female figure 15 to 20 feet tall with all the prodigious mounds that made white men leave their mansions to fornicate in the bowels of the ghetto, is very intimidating, and for some men regardless of color, this experience, could lead to appointments with mental health institutions.
Bebe’s Kids are not only out from under, they are out breathing fire. …WHAAAAT!!! Could be the reaction in the neighborhood.
“Said I’m a give you some instructions. you can’t be scared to try I want you to touch it softly. Like the way that you do my mind It got body and it’s smooth to touch.
The same way as my skin But don’t you be scared.
[Chorus] To run your hands through my hair Baby, ’cause that’s why it’s there Come run your hands through my hair Ooh, baby don’t you be scared .
So come run your hands through my hair”
Lyrics from a love song, (MY HAIR) by Ariana Grande. She is not black, not a woman of color, but sings R&B, and behaves for the most part as though she was brought up in the black culture, especially here in the United States.
So why am I commenting on this subject about “HAIR” ? Now playing at Center Stage Baltimore, Md. Is the play, THE GLORIOUS WORLD OF CROWNS KINKS, and CURLS. By Keli Goff.
Three women: two chocolate black, and one éclair, talking about their hair, and its effect and affect on their employment and love life, not to exclude fashion sense.
“Tyrone said I was too dark and picky headed”. The biracial had “good hair”, and was a from a family of medical professionals, did scuba lessons and ballet.
Another lost her hair after childbirth. The brown paper bag test is all in the conversation. And so is Michelle Obama, as the savior and exemplar of the new black woman.
So, what are some of the conclusions to be drawn from this 2-hour show? Fall in love with the black woman, but don’t be attracted to her hair, you cannot touch it without permission, unless you have been granted a license to do so. These heads of glory are for the black women’s girlfriends to shout salutations to each other from a distance. So, get this: you’re salivating, she is too, there is the clash of emotions, ecstasy explodes, evidenced by sweat and screams of excitement; hands are going wild, but hold it! “Don’t touch her hair!”, says the squealing voice embedded in your ear
Awa Sal Seika (Actress, Female #2)
On an observation tour on a busy sidewalk, supermarket, or mall, what are black men looking at? Not the HAIR! Because they cannot touch it. Their motivation and rise of blood pressure are coming from other parts of the “females” being/anatomy.
So, what happens when those areas of attraction start becoming obtuse, or flaccid? The invasion of insulin resistance. Black men are then left to look for women with less cellulite. Is it any wonder why author Shawn James, penned the book, WHY 70% of BLACK WOMEN ARE SINGLE?
I have always had an avid interest in my inherited culture, and as a media documentarian, have repeatedly looked for ways to promote “the life,” even though I’ve been limited by numerous circumstances including attitudes.
Having travelled and lived in more than one continent, I have had a broad exposure to the diaspora’s heartbeat.
As I watched the 63rd airing of the GRAMMYS, I saw the evolution gaze of millions worldwide. I saw the masquerade bands of Guyana, the steel drums of Trinidad and Tobago, the “RASTA “Reggae” of Jamaica, the samba of Brazil, the R&B of USA, and the Afro beats that came with the ancestry across the middle passage.
On my visits to New York City, the major fashion houses in the “garment district” did not carry the clothing for those with whom I rubbed shoulders on the pavements. That population followed RUN DMC, LL KOOL J, KOOL MOE DEE. Sweats, bomber jackets, T-Shirts, sneakers, and boots, were the fashion.
Gone were the styles of Johnny Mathis, Little Richard, Marvin Gaye, Dianao Ross, Aretha Franklin. HIP HOP, spoke revolution. A language of defiance, non-conformist. The masquerader had found his audience; if he did not want to comb his hair, he did not; eat fried chicken with his hands at a gala, he did. And Africa rained supreme: gold chains, with links as big as finger knuckles; diamonds placed on the body in places, perhaps only the residents of Sodom experienced.
MEGAN THEE STALLION, was the ultimate at the Grammys. Covered up modestly from waist high, and then carried a split from waist to the floor with Stiletto heels. Her dance was a “flounce” in masquerade language. (Gyrations of bouncing flesh, never before seen on national television). A tremendous upgrade, the masqueraders do theirs barefooted, down to the floor, [limbo] sweat falling from their bodies, while onlookers cheer filled with 100 proof rum.
I consider the ultimate upgrade for Hip Hop fashion to be DA BABY. WHITE SUIT, WHITE GOLD, WHITE DIAMONDS, WHITE JUDGES DRESSED IN BLACK and he wore what seemed like a WHITE ASCOT!
This outfit you may soon be seen at Macy’s, Bloomingdale’s, and Nordstrom. Maybe my creation of the OSTIE, and OSTIE 2 (unisex), may finally get some breathing room. I am not from the Hip-Hop community, so I have no significant following. www.Osworldinc.com is my skin care line and has been around since 1992. I have been confined to barber shops. Some people peel off the label to see if I am fronting for someone else. I get the occasional, “Oswald, I did not know you…” then they go out and purchase Oil of Olay, or an off brand from The Dollar Store.
I do not endorse everything associated with hip-hop, however, it is admirable to see the sons and daughters of the African diaspora, create a revolution, similar in spirit to the one amalgamated in 1776, when the 13 colonies shouted in unison, “no more!”
Before the fame of Tiger Woods, I never heard the word, in fact it is found in the Wiktionary as a mix of Caucasian, Black, American Indian, Indian, and Asian ethnicities.
A mispronunciation can sound phonetically as “cannibalism.”
With the United States wrestling to acknowledge its 400 years of repression, sexism, misogyny, and RACISM! People of color, who were “waiting to exhale,” are breathing, BLACK LIVES MATTER! when the most famous golfer in the world, a man of color, the most outstanding CABLINASIAN, was involved in an automobile accident on a California highway (2/22/2021).
As a man of African descent, and a son of one of many that crossed “the middle passage,” to build the “new world,” I thought of Tiger Woods, and why he decided not to call himself “BLACK.”
Throughout those centuries, the black man was gold to the world’s economy. The sugar cane could not reach Europe, for the gentry to sweeten their tea, for the molasses to make rum, the cotton to produce clothing for the elite, were it not for “black muscle.”
That muscle became entertaining, so the plantocracy, and money launderers, saw wealth in buying and selling that muscle, in namely, SPORTS: JACK JOHNSON, JACKIE ROBINSON, JESSE OWENS, JOE LOUIS, MAHAMMED ALI, MICHAEL JORDAN.
For most of these athletes, it was Caucasian ingenuity, that made their ascent to worldwide glory, and thus they were introduced to a world heretofore unknown, a world the African American woman could not match. But beware of a world that you have no control of, it can bite you like a rattler, especially when that muscle turns to fat, and the twinkle in “their eyes” has turned to darkness.
Tiger was riding high until he stepped out on his Caucasian wife, and went on a rampage of sex escapades, Not, with Cablinasian women! What? How dare he perform a multiple JACK JOHNSON? He lost all his endorsements, but for two. Just imagine, Gillette fired him, for sleeping with women not his wife. ONLY MEN WHO SLEEP WITH THEIR WIVES USE GILLETTE SHAVERS (Ha!)
Nine years later, the Tiger muscle roared again, (not unlike Mohammed Ali), and the sponsors came back, including Gillette; but Tiger was still sleeping with Caucasian women, including a ski jumping star and she was not married to him.
Tiger has an 11-year-old son (Charlie), who has begun to show some of that Black muscle. Aha! The money launderers are rubbing their palms, this is another winner in the offing! Maybe?
So, Tiger is preparing for the Masters at Agusta, next month (March 2021). He is close to being a billionaire. He is still single and is on a California highway alone when he crashes his car. If we look at all the celebrities in our world, what percentage of black men in this financial capacity are involved in drunk driving, hit and runs, speeding? And they make the evening news every time.
Tiger Woods is not involved in his first car crash. He has had plenty of women, plenty of money, loves the Cadillac, loves the limelight, is divorced, and has children, who live primarily with his ex-wife. SOUNDS LIKE A BLACK MAN TO ME. So what’s missing? Tiger’s never had any thick black cake; pound cake is no match. When that day arrives, Tiger Woods voice will change, and you will hear him say with a roar: “GOOD GOD ALMIGHTY, I AM A BLACK MAN!”