Category Archives: Race

Cory Booker Nails Equality in Five Minutes

After watching this, how can you argue with the man?

Crispy Chicken, Fresh Lettuce…You Already Know

If you haven’t seen this video , you need to.

Here’s a great spoof by Bossip.com, shown to me by our great Prof. RMB

Asia Star goes in

What do you guys think? Is there anyway we can really believe that Mary J. Blige didn’t know something was wack about these lyrics,”Crispy chicken, fresh lettuce, three cheeses, ranch dressing wrapped up in a tasty, flour tortilla”.  According to rumors, Blige earned an estimated $2 million for the ad. Other celebrities in the campaign, whose videos are still live on YouTube, include David Beckham, Jay Leno and, in Spanish-language ads, Salma Hayek and Sofia Vergara. Award-winning campaign writer and producer Thembisa S. Mshaka points out Burger King gave Blige the “short end of the chicken strip” making her “rude” and having her sell the unhealthiest item on the menu.  Mary J. told TMZ, “I agreed to be a part of a fun and creative campaign that was supposed to feature a dream sequence. Unfortunately, that’s not what was happening in that clip.” What did you think it was gonna look like Mary?

I’m Feminist Enough to…

For those of you wondering what feminism looks like for women of color, check out this dope project by Shannon Washington that seeks to visualize a fresh face for feminism and demonstrate to our sisters (and brothers) the value of feminist thought in a way that’s simple, sexy, modern and easy.

A Poem: Souls of Black Folk by Brian Thomas

A little background. I wrote this poem for a class my sophomore year. I was having a very race conscious semester, taking the following classes: 20th Century Black Poetry,
Capitalism and Slavery, and Interracial Interactions and Inter-group Dynamics. Needless to say I took in a lot of information and my last class, a poetry writing class, gave me a venue to express my thoughts. Hope you enjoy.
Souls of Black Folk
by Brian Thomas
Soul black
And blue like denim,
Heart hard
Blood diamond ring.
Life for me lacks Sympathy, I know why
Caged bird sings. I
Child of century 21st, am product of degradation,
Son of segregation.
No floor
Board supports my education
So mind lacks walls and structure
Lips stutter from hesitation.
Coach-class citizen in dire need
Of salvation
From this prison, I’ve been trapped,
Since moment of conception,
Cell of color.
Veil descended,
I lack stage direction.
There is no guide. No voice that calls,
“Follow drinking gourd.”
No tracks to freedom
For I,
The ticket, cannot afford. They robbed me
Of inheritance,
Took claim of legacy.
Ripped from robes, left in rags,
No trace of history. Erased,
Replaced with self-flattering fabrication
Speak of white man’s burden.
Ego stroke, a master-bation. But my mind,
It works,
Though it can’t understand
Why I’ve lost so much
Because the back of my hand
Does not match the shade
Of skin on my palm.
And there in lies my sadness
They say I don’t belong.