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20 Awesome Tweets About The Great White Riot

Originally posted on Black Millennial Musings:

I was going to write a lengthly blog post about the upheaval and criminality surrounding this weekend’s Pumpkin Fest in Keene, N.H. But naw.

Long story short, a large bunch of shitfaced white college kids destroyed an entire town for the hell of it.

A Rush

On the heels of Ferguson, St. Louis when mega media was under intense scrutiny after deliberate misreporting, Twitter was (once again) the go-to place to highlight jarring racial disparities. With the hashtag #pumpkinfest, Black Twitterati shared discourse about how media portrays white rioters as “out-of-control” and “rowdy” while Black protestors in Ferguson were demonized as “looters” and “thugs.”

Thugs vs. Rowdy

In Keene, police dressed in riot gear sprayed pepper spray and tear gas, but that was only after hours of criminal behavior. White rioters threw bottles, rocks, and other weapons at police. They also set fires, and caused hundreds of thousands of dollars in…

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Oh, What A Difference A Twenty-Five-Hour Day Makes

I’m sure many people would extend their slumber for an extra sixty minutes (I sure as hell would).

But if an extra hour a day meantime time spent with friends during convention weekends, I’d make sure to take as much advantage of it as I could.

The thing is, the only time I see these awesome people is through social media much of the year. We’re all spread out along the East coast, and the closest friend is in Virginia, a neighbor to the north of NC.

But when we finally do get together, even for only four days, I do my best at enjoying the time spent with them. Because time flies when you’re having fun…

No Apology

Originally posted on Mehreen Kasana:

On my way to class, I take the Q train to Manhattan and sit down next to an old white man who recoils a noticeable bit. I assume it’s because I smell odd to him, which doesn’t make sense because I took a shower in the morning. Maybe I’m sitting too liberally the way men do on public transit with their legs a mile apart, I think to myself. That also doesn’t apply since I have my legs crossed. After a few seconds of inspecting any potential offence caused, I realize that it has nothing to do with an imaginary odor or physical space but with the keffiyeh around my neck that my friend gifted me (the Palestinian scarf – an apparently controversial piece of cloth). It is an increasingly cold October in NYC. Sam Harris may not have told you but we Muslims need our homeostasis at a healthy…

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A Black Feminist Finding Solace in a White Girls’ World

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Great read! This makes me think of times I’d like to call myself a “feminist”, but I don’t think such a title suits me if feminism doesn’t include me, a Black woman, or other Black, Indigenous, and other WoC., including Trans WoC. Not sure I want to be part of something predominately exclusionary, but I’m all for the Black Feminist calling mainstream feminism/feminists for what it is/they are.

Originally posted on Black Millennial Musings:

I struggle calling myself a feminist.  As an African American woman, it’s hard to unify around a vague cause seemingly dominated by the white female elite.  My hesitancy in embracing feminism as a Black woman is justified.  A brief history lesson in American history validates my indecision.  However, I do have hope that productive cross-cultural dialogue will amount to more harmonious racial understanding in the near future.

My journey into feminism began in high school.  I was the outspoken liberal, the one my classmates could rely on to opine in favor of the poor, minorities, women, and homosexuals.  I was quick to light the fire under taboo topics that my fellow classmates did not care to talk about.  I remember defending Nat Turner and John Brown in my AP American history class, much to the dismay of those students who wanted nothing more than to get to fifth period lunch.

I…

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That’s So Raven: The Complicated Roots of Black Denialism

Originally posted on Black Millennial Musings:

Ordinarily, when I hear mention of Raven Symoné, the mere thought of her brings a warmly nostalgic smile to my face. I think of her precocious sass in those delightfully witty back-in-forth sparring sessions between Olivia Kendall and Cliff Huxtable on The Cosby Show. I recall her role as Raven Baxter on the seminal That’s So Raven; a show that basically redefined how the Disney Channel creates, markets, and package teen idols.

Raven Symoné was one of the few child stars that gave us no controversy; no rumored tales of bad behavior or salacious drug use. That’s why it pains me to watch her recent interview with Oprah Winfrey.

In it, she details that she does not wish to be defined as an African American… just an American. Such a declaration is particularly troubling, especially considering her part within the most iconic Black family on television. She also distances herself from this rather awesome tweet which seemingly…

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Photo Friday – October 3, 2014

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Today’s Photo Friday is brought to you by the LiveJournal app for Android.

I downloaded it either last night or this morning (?) And noticed the profile section looks ALOT like Twitter’s.

However, this really isn’t new, so I’m not quite sure why I made a bug deal about it. I guess I’ve become one of those people who likes to hear themselves talk or read their own writing.

Whatever the reason, poking fun of myself and the above screencap has given me the excuse reason for today’s Photo Friday.

You’re welcome.