You might remember the adorable Khaliyl Iloyi from his first viral video. Now he’s back with more pre-pre-school #bars. Let it be known: It’s time for a nap-nap for these other wack rap cats.
Monica has written here before about her days as investigator for the Civilian Complaint Review Board, the NYC agency that looks into allegations from civilians about police misconduct.
She dropped by NPR’s Code Switch — my day job — to talk about what it’s been like to watch all these videos of police officers choking people to death and stomping on their heads as they confront them for petty crimes.
Ms. Lake Dardanelle, Naomi Shure, really wanted to go in here…
…but those bouncers were no joke, I guess.
There’s very little new in American politics, and that’s especially true in our debates over racial inequality. For example, here’s the Wall Street Journal’s Jason Riley in an editorial from July 31, 2014:
And here’s conservative economist George Stigler, as quoted by Geoffrey Kabaservice in Rule and Ruin, in the December 1965 issue of New Guard, the official publication of Young Americans for Freedom:
It’s fine if conservatives oppose color-conscious policy. But I think it’s time for new arguments.
In today’s edition of #PostBourgieEverywhere, I started an online literary reading series called Bellow, and it launched this week with my fellow PB-ers Joshunda Sanders and Nichole Perkins as guests. Joshunda opens the set reading from her fantastic short story, “Sirens,” which follows a young girl’s experience coping with bullying at school and at home. Nichole followed with four elegant poems (now available on her blog) and I finished things off with an excerpt from my untitled novel-in-perpetual-progress about conjoined sisters named Wonder and Radiance.
Bellow aims to connect writers who may be separated by geography, financial constraints, or personal obligations. It gives those creatives who can’t freely travel to readings a chance to obtain or expand a following, amplify their voices, and strengthen their sense of artistic community.
I’d love it if you’d check out the first webcast, follow Bellow on Twitter, like us on FB, check out the website and, if you’re a writer of color looking for community or exposure, apply to appear on future webcasts using this form.
Watch below and let us know what you think!
Nicki Minaj’s filthy verse on Kanye West’s “Monster” — the crazy-ass voicess, the breath control — was the first moment a lot of people started to take her seriously as an MC.
“Cups” was a many-lived ditty that achieved ubiquity after Anna Kendrick covered it in Pitch Perfect and used a plastic cup (and her hands) for percussion.
Then my boo-in-my-head Akilah made this mashup, and you get this. Which is, you know, pretty dope.
The latest entry in Gawker’s series on interracial dating is the most interesting one, as it grapples clearly with one facet of interracial dating: Family. And specifically, starting a new one:
Not surprisingly, this angered a few of the commenters, who wondered why race or “skin color” should have anything to do with who you marry and have children with. And it shouldn’t. Which is why it’s good that the author doesn’t disagree.
What’s important to understand about black culture—and what’s lost in a racial dialogue that equates race with skin color—is that membership has less to do with what you look like and more to do with your experience of American racism. This is’t precise, obviously, but broadly, “black people” are those whose ancestors formed the bottom of the American racial hierarchy, and who as a result are linked to the racist oppression of the past and present. “Blackness,” put simply, is marked by skin color but defined by common experience. It’s the difference between an African immigrant—who might resist the bond to black Americans—and her child, who might embrace it, having been raised in the hierarchy.
What the author wants, it seems, is a partner who has the black experience and can pass it on to their children. She doesn’t want visibly black children for the sake of their phenotypical blackness, she wants them because she wants to guarantee a connection to a culture that defines her and millions of other Americans.
If the Foreign Exchange is coming to your town, you sorta gotta see them. They are one of the best live shows I’ve seen in years. (Seriously: during the encore, Phonte led the crowd at the Williamsburg Music Hall in a rousing rendition of Mark Morrison’s “Return of the Mack.”) Somehow I missed them when they dropped by the day job for the Tiny Desk concert above.
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