Monthly Archives: April 2015

We’re Just Getting Started in Fixing Ourselves

After a conversation I had last night, plus a thread posted by Pariah, I just realized something.

When people ask African Americans to “get over it”, for us to move beyond slavery and Jim Crow, I wonder if they’re aware of just how long we lived under both. Not just on this continent, but this hemisphere. The first African slaves were brought to the Americas in 1501 (in modern Haiti/Dominican Republic and Brazil); the first person to be declared a slave in North America was in the Virginia colony in 1644. Slavery was last abolished in the Americas in 1888, in Brazil; in the United States, in 1865. This is a difference in hundreds of years. For the United States, it’s a difference of 221 years. Thanks to “partus sequitur ventrum”, a 1662 policy in Virginia which mandated the inheritance of slavery regardless of one’s portion of White English parentage, multiple generations were born, raised and died in slavery. That’s a culture.

Jim Crow: Reconstruction ended in 1877, thus signifying the beginning of the Jim Crow regime. The last outstanding vestiges of Jim Crow were federally dismantled by 1968, the year MLK was murdered. That’s a difference of 91 years. Again, multiple generations were born during this period, even those who were locked into the underclass thanks to the state-level “one-drop rule”. A large portion of our living population was born prior to 1968. That’s a culture. 221 years of chattel slavery, followed by 91 years of violent civil and economic segregation. We’re asking or demanding people who went through a generational culture of state/economic violence, only 47 years out, to “get over it”? 47 years? That’s just two generations away!

So if you wonder about how long it will take for us to “get over slavery” or “get over Jim Crow”, you will probably get an answer from us African-Americans some 312 years from 1968, in the year 2280. Because that’s how long it will take for us to build a longer history and culture than both slavery and Jim Crow combined. That’s how long it will take for generations of culture under both systems to be subsumed into a history of civic equality (if not equity), to adapt even further to this system on our individual terms, to form nostalgias which harken to far more than just those two systems. Until then, don’t expect us to “get over it”.

So I just realized that Joe Pass’ “A Time for Us” is a jazz guitar take on Henry Mancini’s “Love Theme from Romeo and Juliet”. I also notice the difference in lyrics: Mancini’s original focuses on “shining hope” for a new world, while Pass’ take says “The Time for Us is NOW”. Both lovely songs.

Columbus, GA is a Small Pond

After talking with Nikki yesterday, I’ve decided to go wherever a job offer takes me. I like Columbus, Lucas, and I know that this is a place for pioneers in the tech/media/design fields, but I don’t have the capital to be a pioneer here. I just got an exemption from paying the healthcare insurance fine, since I don’t have a job but did tell the HC.gov agent of my Stafford loan payments over the last year.

I also just rejected a pyramid scheme which almost drew me and my mother in: 5linx.com. After two meetings at my mother’s church friend’s house with a 5linx IMR (independent marketing representative), it sounded too good to be true. Too much like Amway. Too much like Scientology. No matter how much the guy claimed that “we are NOT a Ponzi scheme. All businesses are structured in pyramids (shows slide of pyramid graphic with tiers of position levels), but we are NOT like other companies which focus on recruitment. We focus on selling products. But you get points for the number of recruits you bring in, even getting to levels like Silver Senior Vice President and Diamond Senior Vice President if you get enough points”.

While in that meeting, I read the RipoffReport and PissedConsumer.com reports on 5linx on my phone. Figured, “Yep, this is bullshit.” Saw our way out by saying that I needed to meet Bill Harlan over the UUFC site. Walked out, then told Mom, “NO”. I can’t live with this.

I am disgusted with myself. Between this and what’s going on with one of my clients, I need to leave the area.

I’m back from Atlanta. I thank those who drove me up and back. I enjoyed myself, and I even shed my catharsis for a departed friend with peers before I left. Saw so many people from all over the world, danced my ass off, ate good food, learned lots of ideas. I await next year! But for now: #BackToLife #BackToReality