“The first act of violence that patriarchy demands of males is not violence toward women. Instead patriarchy demands of all males that they engage in acts of psychic self-mutilation, that they kill off the emotional parts of themselves. If an individual is not successful in emotionally crippling himself, he can count on patriarchal men to enact rituals of power that will assault his self-esteem.”
— bell hooks (via wildinosaure)
11:58 am • 17 April 2014 • 35 notes
#halfayellowsun screening q&a…worth a watch
10:33 pm • 11 April 2014 • 1 note
“A flower does not think of competing to the flower next to it. It just blooms.”
Zen Shin Talks
(Source: serymn, via heyfranhey)
10:04 am • 9 April 2014 • 243,795 notes
Women in Africa and the Diaspora: “The Writers I Never Learned ABout”
// they taught me to write like Shakespeare. to write like Emily Dickinson. to write like Robert Frost. to write like Mary Shelley.
but those writers never moved my soul. never filled me up. never quenched my thirst.
then i found Sonia Sanchez. and Zora Neale Hurston . and Toni Morrison. and Molara Ogundipe. and Nikki Giovanni. and Flora Nwapa . Chimamanda adichie. nayyirah waheed. Miriam Harris. Ama Ata Aidoo. and Lorraine Hansberry. and Gwendolyn Brooks. and Catherine Acholonu.
their words left marks all over me. moved my soul. spilled over in me.
it was through their work that i yearned to be a writer too.
the writers i never learned about in English class, Bilphena Yahwon
Writing is something that I’ve always loved to do. From an early age, writing became my only means of communication. My grandfather, who is a poet, always encouraged me to express my feelings through my pen. I will admit though, my relationship with writing was strained for some time. As an African woman, I couldn’t seem to identify with the writers presented to me in my English classes. They were all either white women or white males. My story far too different from theirs. So when my teachers would ask me to find meaning in their words, I struggled. I wanted something that would tell the story of home-Africa. Something that would tell my story of being an African woman. Something that would move me to tears but instead I was left reading words about places I was not familiar with and didn’t care to be familiar with. It was not until college that I became exposed to African writers. Not just males but also women. It was then that I took on my own style. It was then I decided that I needed to tell my story just as they were telling theirs. It was then I found my voice.
April is National poetry month. For this month of April, I will be sharing my favorite poems by my favorite African women poets. I think it’s very important that future African writers, especially women writers, are exposed to works by African women at an early age.
If you would like to share some of your favorite works by African women writers, feel free to submit to me @ email@example.com
11:35 pm • 6 April 2014 • 190 notes
“Only American audiences ask me, “What should I do?” I’m never asked this in third world. When you go to Turkey or Colombia or Brazil, they don’t ask you, “What should I do?” They tell you what they’re doing… These are poor, oppressed people, living under horrendous condition, and they would never dream of asking you what they should do. It’s only in high privileged cultures like ours that people ask this question… We can do anything. But people here are trained to believe that there are easy answers, and it doesn’t work that way. If you want to do something, you have to be dedicated and committed to it day after day. Educational programs, organizing, activism. That’s the way things change. You want a magic key, so you can go back to watching television tomorrow? It doesn’t exist.”
— Noam Chomsky | Imperial Ambitions (via goleyaas)
(Source: sgandhi, via radicalmenofcolor)
11:28 pm • 6 April 2014 • 2,607 notes
7k with @nike Covent garden on Monday ! #weownthenight #fitness #running #run2eat #raceready #10k
9:55 pm • 1 April 2014
About to be famous y’all. Mulele Matondo Afrika album recording. Get your autographs while you can lol. @kaia_xx watch out :p
10:08 pm • 31 March 2014
“The promiscuity myth has roots in Southern slaveholding society, which operated by a gendered social and moral code. The Victorian ideal of true womanhood required strict adherence to a code of piety, purity, submissiveness, and domesticity—virtues believed to be inherent in feminine nature. Victorian social codes clearly divided public and private realms, made white men the sole authorities in their homes, and stripped married white women of their property and legal personhood. It also advanced beliefs in the essential chastity, innocence, and weakness of women. African American women’s lives and labors in the antebellum South contrasted sharply with this iconic womanhood. Black women were subjected to forced nudity during slave auctions. They often labored in fields with skirts hiked up. They were punished on plantations by being whipped in partial or total nudity. They were banned from legal marriage. The myth of black women as lascivious, seductive, and insatiable was a way of reconciling the forced public exposure and commoditization of black women’s bodies with the Victorian ideals of women’s modesty and fragility. The idea that black women were hypersexual beings created space for white moral superiority by justifying the brutality of Southern white men.”
— Melissa Harris-Perry Sister Citizen; Shame, Stereotypes, and Black Women in America (via brashblacknonbeliever)
(Source: womanistgamergirl, via mycurlsareteenytiny)
3:47 pm • 31 March 2014 • 1,349 notes
“I want to do more in this world than just live in it.”
— Unknown (via forever-and-alwayss)
(Source: unradiantly, via heyfranhey)
3:43 pm • 31 March 2014 • 45,812 notes
Stands to reason. Beyond itooamoxford.tumblr.com, there’s also itooamsoas.tumblr.com and wetooarecambridge.tumblr.com, capturing the experiences of “students of colour”. Most of the images give pause. Every now and then, one of them hits particularly hard.
4:08 pm • 28 March 2014 • 15 notes