Frustratedly Blogging

Disclaimer: Some may be offended and/or annoyed by my patronizing…but…the internet is a social, communication democracy so…

I write as freely as I like.

That said, last week my cousin called me an “under-achiever spotter.” I replied with “Are you saying I judge people?”

She said, “We all do.” (She actually said more, but if I shared it with you, the essence of our blackberry messenger relationship would no longer exist).

Anyway, my point is…clearly I’m flawed…at noticing flaws, but I’m gonna pick on some people in this blog and because I admit to having an I-just-don’t-get it-Attitude, it is with no regret that I express my latest frustration.

I’ve said before, my unyielding support for Senator Obama is not solely based on the fact that he’s a black man. But…my life is rich in history and I realize that I owe it to myself and to the ancestors to do something…anything, during the most historic, political battle of my generation…hell my parents generation, no…I mean “the most historic, political accomplishment an amazing group of people thought they would never live to see.”

That’s what I really mean.

Ponder these things:
Slavery ended in 1865
The Tulsa Race Riots happened in 1921
Emmitt Till was murdered in 1955
Martin Luther King was murdered in 1968
Sean Bell was murdered in 2006
The Jena Six case was born in 2006
I know this is just scratching the surface of our history but…you get the gist

On Youtube, Myspace and all over the net, racial slander occurs…daily
In jobs and schools and prison, racial injustice exists.
On TV negative stereotypes of blacks dominate the popular shows (i.e., Flavor of Love)
Oh, and let’s not forget about the clubs, the cars, and hip-hop’s degredation of women…these are the things that various groups of people are making millions of dollar from, at the cost of…

My point is…we have NOT made as much racial progression as we often carry on about. Although Obama’s presidency is not the savior of Black America. I believe it can save the future of Black America.

Black Men (and yes, I do believe it’s hard out there for a black man), young black men especially will have something so divine to look forward to.

Funny how we can got to HBCU’s, join Sororities and Fraternities (supposed to be committed to service, founded because of racial inequality, and yes, back in the day-they marched for voting rights), glorify the hood, be real quick to holler, “I bet if I was white,” complain about ANY injustice faced by black people…but cannot commit 1 hour, 1 day, 1 week, to work toward electing a very capable, black man as President of the United States of America.

*Side Note
-Based on new statistics released this week, eight million U.S. blacks aged 18 and over are still not registered to vote.
-And despite the electoral college, your vote really does count. See this link http://www.archives.gov/federal-register/electoral-college/faq.html#meaningful
-And, I originally posted this blog on September 4, I've since witnessed leaders of the Pan-Hellenic council advocating Voter Reg on the local news station

Grapes has a Baby!?!?!?

What a blessing...everyone's already in love with Dylan Kathleen Day!

Living as a Champion

Okay, so obviously this year I'm infatuated with being a Champion and living in Championship Moments (crazy what a basketball game can inspire).

I graduated this year and feel that I'm in the best position one could ever hope to be in.

Degreed. Careered. Single. Independent-not bragging, it's the truth.

When you're 23 with a job, not strings attached-it's like, you determine your destiny. This is not the best time for excuses.

So now that this reality has set in, I go on to think about what I want to do with my life. I know that God has gifted me with this relentless energy, this desire to sound off about everything, and to reeeaally exercise the freedom that this country and my ancestors have afforded me.

As is such, I will be coordinating several voter registration drives in Houston, as we approach the presidential election in November, I plan to continue reminding the world about Black Wall Street, and to keep advocating for breast cancer awareness on behalf of the Circle of Promise (thanks to the Axis Agency, this cause has become one of great significance to me).

Meanwhile, I'll always be Jonesing, and Chronicle-ing, and dancing. I'm inherently a dancer, I just didn't take the classes.

Maybe I'm just coming down from the high of yesterday's Voter Registration Drive at TSU (which had it's glitches, but was an overall success).

But, my current state of thought is : We're always living in Championship Moments, you just gotta go get it. Life is a Championship Moment. It's up to you how many winning titles you're going to have.

You should always be in pursuit of a Championship Moment.

My Obama Moment

I am so grateful to be living in a world where I have been told of the civil rights movement, where I was born about 5 minutes from Black Wall Street, and where today, we have an amazing leader who is multi-racial, brilliant, charismatic and will very likely be our next president.

The interesting thing is that all who know me, know that I am most proud of being black and female. Simply because I think black is beautiful and being a woman means being passionate. Now, I have a more complex explanation for my infatuation with my race and gender, but this scratches the surface...enough for now.

That said, I initially was on the fence about who had my vote. I was comfortable with the Clinton's, they had a familiarity with me. Now I understand that it's this technique they were using called low-information signaling that had me lovin the Clinton's. LIS is basically a method of distracting voters to focus on stupid stuff that has nothing to do with the "issues." (See this article in Time Magazine for more info on LIS.)

This clever-media-manipulation has always been done and always will. It's used in the Obama campaign too.

Ummm...okay, my point is- that's why I loved the Clinton's. Ignorance on my behalf, I'll take that.

Just plain trickery I tell you.

So, I listened, I read and I started to understand that this man (Obama) gets it.

Then I became Obamafied. I volunteered with the campaign when it was here in Texas and would later become a delegate in my precinct. My Obama Moment, was on March 4, 2008 at MacGregor Elementary on the day of the Texas Primaries.

I pull up in my Obama gear, sign in-hand, ready to spread the HOPE and ensure that Obama wins in Texas. First thing I see is this Japanese, middle-age man. He's on the corner, in his Obama shirt and holding his sign while yelling, "Obama!"

I later found out that this man knew very little English, besides words like...Democrat, Obama, Caucus, etc...

His wife on the other hand, spoke English very well. She was a member of the Japan House of Councils. She was a college professor, and was once an International student (see where I'm going with this?)

She asked me what was my Obama Moment? I thought about it for a second, and replied with, "The entire Obama Movement is my moment. I'm a college student, from a low-income family, I feel like the bar keeps being raised...like dreams are unattainable because of economical disadvantages, and I do want to see what this world has to offer me...that's what the Obama campaign is all about."

By the end of the night she'd given me a T-shirt with the face of the President of the Democratic Party of Japan...she and I connected. I told one of my fellow Obama loyalists, "I'm International Now." By the end of the night, I realized that I'd just experienced my Obama moment. I was in my Obama Moment.

I connected with a middle-aged Japanese Politician whom had flown across the country, with her non-English speaking husband, to come to Houston to what is commonly known as The ward (i.e., 3rd, 4th, 5th), but now is referred to as "midtown," to spread the HOPE.

Since then I've been told by non-blacks, "He's not too black,"-when referrering to their comfort with him.

I've heard people of Mexican descent say, "This country is for white people."

I read in Time Magazine that a subscriber whom is black and almost 60 years old feels that this is a white man's world, and Obama better have a conservative, southern Caucasian American on his ticket (the subscriber said these were her thoughts with no animosity). I believe it.

Some people can't grasp the idea of Black Male President, White Female VP.

I've heard educated, upper-class Europeans say, "I'm voting for Hillary."

Delusional, I tell ya.

I personally don't care about people's deep-rooted prejudices. Those will always exist. There will always be those who say things like:

"He's only half black."
"He talks white."
"He's not you know, black-black."

But because my BLACK RADAR is always in tune. I'll be the first to say, "He is definitely a black man."

And while he may address the ills in black society openly...he does so because he truly HOPES for the greatest for the African American population.

Gloria Naylor said, "We have yet to feel within this country that we are home." Barack Obama as president, will welcome us home.

Realizing Your Championship Moment

The day I wrote my previous post, What will be your Championship Moment, I asked one of my friends, "What is your championship moment?"

Because this friend is a supporter of me...kinda from a distance. I don't know why. He likes it like that.

I knew he hadn't read my blog.

Anyways....he at first replied with, "I don't know, do you know yours?"

I answered with, "no".

We both kinda smiled, shrugged and agreed that we will have one...just don't know what it is.

He then said, "Oh yeah, I know," then proceeded to tell me his future plans and his dream of re-uniting his family, bringing peace and stability into their lives.

I was like, "Wow, that's great. I like that."

The next day, my mom called me and told me that she would go ahead and interview my aunt for me. My aunt is a survivor of the Tulsa Race Riots.

My dream is to resurrect Black Wall Street. My first step is to put together a documentary.

I'm definitely taking baby steps.

I have time too. My aunt, on the other hand, is getting older so she may not have time. She is an icon in my eyes.

The day that Black Wall Street and Black Tulsa return to financial stability, community awareness and youth-enrichment...that will be my Championship Moment.

It hurts my heart so bad to know, that the segregated city that I grew up in- where the "black" side of town barely has the resources available for comfortable living- was once the most prosperous city occupied by black people in the world.

It too hurts my heart that across the country in black communities, we've become so divided. It is said that the money was handed over in Black Wallstreet 50 Times before leaving the community. Today-we know that's not the case.

To avoid mirroring Bill Cosby and his effort to "change black folks and our spending habits."
(From me to Bill, "Right idea-wrong execution.")

I only will say, according to research conducted by Target Market News, in 2006, the spending power for black people was $744 Billion dollars. How much of that is invested into our own children, community, families, or education?

Anyways, the Tulsa Race Riot was the worst race riot in history. I do believe in ancestral spirit. My ancestors live in me and no longer can I feel sad for what happened to them.

I have to act.

What Will Be Your Championship Moment?

With all of the hype surrounding the NBA Finale and Championship, I decided to tune in to see what all the fuss was about. I'm sure the fact that my cousin was even somewhat interested in the game also played a factor...I could not be left out of this universal sports experience.

As KG tried to express himself when the game ended (which by the way, was not very pleasant...I told my cousin, that his publicist was going to be very mad at him for that very un-eloquent utterance of....I don't even know what exactly to call it.)

Didn't he rehearse in the mirror what he would say?

Anyways, I've never won a championship game so I'm not judging him...and I am a Communications graduate so I expect great things on TV...all the time.

Besides his verbage and that of Paul Pierce...(which apparently, I should be grateful to have not been paying attention to), the sincere, humble, joy that was felt on the court was contagious.

Even on a 20 inch, blurred TV...I could feel the overwhelming satisfaction that comes with reaching a life-long goal.

And besides that, do ya'll know what type of city Boston is? It's not the kindest to those people who look like KG, RayAllen, Coach Doc Rivers and me:)

But how ironic is it that the team is made up of all men that look like me....and that Coach Rivers, is one of the five black coaches to ever win an NBA Championship in the league's history.

Disclaimer: I love all people of all races, we are all God's children, but...

2008 IS OUR YEAR! Sorry, it's true.

This post was not supposed to be about KG's emotional expression or Boston's contradiction...it's supposed to be about "What will Be Your Championship Moment?"

Almost everyone wants to be super successful, super-rich, super-famous....just the Bomb in life.

But the reality of it is, some people are made to be CEO's of Multi-million dollar companies, some are made to be fantabulous mothers and I truly believe that some (i.e. teachers, bosses, coaches, anthroplogists) really do serve a purpose to influence other people's lives.

But everyone deserves a Championship Moment. Everyone fantasizes about it, I'm sure.


A moment that you dreamt of all your life, the moment when you don't even know how to thank God enough, the moment that you have to ask him, "What did I do to deserve this?"


A moment in which you are so happy, that happy is not the correct word to use to describe your joy...because it cannot be defined, because it's a feeling that has never been felt.


Or maybe that's just how I imagine it. I have experienced many joys in life, but I get anxiety when I daydream about my Championship Moment...although I don't know what exactly it will be.

Obama calls absent black fathers to task

I thank God for my amazing father. He has never looked upon me with shame, and he has equipped me with the tools necessary for survival. My dad is the most humble, loving man I will ever know.

Happy Father's Day to those who embrace the joy's of fatherhood and whose children are the center of their world. It takes an extraordinary person to be you.