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Monday, September 15, 2008

Tim Wise on White Privilege

This is Your Nation on White Privilege

By Tim Wise

For those who still can’t grasp the concept of white privilege, or who are constantly looking for some easy-to-understand examples of it, perhaps this list will help.

White privilege is when you can get pregnant at seventeen like Bristol Palin and everyone is quick to insist that your life and that of your family is a personal matter, and that no one has a right to judge you or your parents, because “every family has challenges,” even as black and Latino families with similar “challenges” are regularly typified as irresponsible, pathological and arbiters of social decay.

White privilege is when you can call yourself a “fuckin’ redneck,” like Bristol Palin’s boyfriend does, and talk about how if anyone messes with you, you'll “kick their fuckin' ass,” and talk about how you like to “shoot shit” for fun, and still be viewed as a responsible, all-American boy (and a great son-in-law to be) rather than a thug.

White privilege is when you can attend four different colleges in six years like Sarah Palin did (one of which you basically failed out of, then returned to after making up some coursework at a community college), and no one questions your intelligence or commitment to achievement, whereas a person of color who did this would be viewed as unfit for college, and probably someone who only got in in the first place because of affirmative action.

White privilege is when you can claim that being mayor of a town smaller than most medium-sized colleges, and then Governor of a state with about the same number of people as the lower fifth of the island of Manhattan, makes you ready to potentially be president, and people don’t all piss on themselves with laughter, while being a black U.S. Senator, two-term state Senator, and constitutional law scholar, means you’re “untested.”


White privilege is being able to say that you support the words “under God” in the pledge of allegiance because “if it was good enough for the founding fathers, it’s good enough for me,” and not be immediately disqualified from holding office--since, after all, the pledge was written in the late 1800s and the “under God” part wasn’t added until the 1950s--while believing that reading accused criminals and terrorists their rights (because, ya know, the Constitution, which you used to teach at a prestigious law school requires it), is a dangerous and silly idea only supported by mushy liberals.


White privilege is being able to be a gun enthusiast and not make people immediately scared of you.


White privilege is being able to have a husband who was a member of an extremist political party that wants your state to secede from the Union, and whose motto was “Alaska first,” and no one questions your patriotism or that of your family, while if you're black and your spouse merely fails to come to a 9/11 memorial so she can be home with her kids on the first day of school, people immediately think she’s being disrespectful.


White privilege is being able to make fun of community organizers and the work they do--like, among other things, fight for the right of women to vote, or for civil rights, or the 8-hour workday, or an end to child labor--and people think you’re being pithy and tough, but if you merely question the experience of a small town mayor and 18-month governor with no foreign policy expertise beyond a class she took in college--you’re somehow being mean, or even sexist.


White privilege is being able to convince white women who don’t even agree with you on any substantive issue to vote for you and your running mate anyway, because all of a sudden your presence on the ticket has inspired confidence in these same white women, and made them give your party a “second look.”


White privilege is being able to fire people who didn’t support your political campaigns and not be accused of abusing your power or being a typical politician who engages in favoritism, while being black and merely knowing some folks from the old-line political machines in Chicago means you must be corrupt.


White privilege is being able to attend churches over the years whose pastors say that people who voted for John Kerry or merely criticize George W. Bush are going to hell, and that the U.S. is an explicitly Christian nation and the job of Christians is to bring Christian theological principles into government, and who bring in speakers who say the conflict in the Middle East is God’s punishment on Jews for rejecting Jesus, and everyone can still think you’re just a good church-going Christian, but if you’re black and friends with a black pastor who has noted (as have Colin Powell and the U.S. Department of Defense) that terrorist attacks are often the result of U.S. foreign policy and who talks about the history of racism and its effect on black people, you’re an extremist who probably hates America.


White privilege is not knowing what the Bush Doctrine is when asked by a reporter, and then people get angry at the reporter for asking you such a “trick question,” while being black and merely refusing to give one-word answers to the queries of Bill O’Reilly means you’re dodging the question, or trying to seem overly intellectual and nuanced.


White privilege is being able to claim your experience as a POW has anything at all to do with your fitness for president, while being black and experiencing racism is, as Sarah Palin has referred to it a “light” burden.


And finally, white privilege is the only thing that could possibly allow someone to become president when he has voted with George W. Bush 90 percent of the time, even as unemployment is skyrocketing, people are losing their homes, inflation is rising, and the U.S. is increasingly isolated from world opinion, just because white voters aren’t sure about that whole “change” thing. Ya know, it’s just too vague and ill-defined, unlike, say, four more years of the same, which is very concrete and certain…


White privilege is, in short, the problem.


Friday, September 12, 2008

Hindsight is 20/20...



Thursday, September 11, 2008

Palin Rocks McCain's Mic

Yanked from 8thlight's posted link on facebook via BuzzFeed:

Palin on offense, making steady headway...

GOAL! FTW!

Why yes, I *AM* easily amused. And no, I'm not above making fellatio references if the occasion calls for it. That is all...

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Sex On Fire

Last summer an acquaintance that I fancied quite a bit gave me a pile of homemade CDs with songs by his favorite rock artists. As much as I like to think that I have the most immaculate musical taste in the world *cough* I love to check out what other people are into musically. It can tell you a lot about a person - music speaks volumes when words and actions fail. One of the bands I fell in love with on one of the CDs was Kings of Leon, with the song was "Molly's Chambers" from the 2003 EP Holy Roller Novocaine:


Kings of Leon - Molly's Chambers.mp3

Fast forward to now - they've got a new album dropping on the 23rd and a new song called "Sex On Fire" which coincidentally is an accurately descriptive phrase to describe how it sounds - except less painful:

Sex On Fire


Peep how the lead singer looks like he's all of 13 years old - with a full grown 8 o'clock shadow (cuz it's too heavy to be a 5 o'clock shadow but it still isn't quite a full grown beard) a la Rick Fox. He doesn't look like he should have a voice like that either - but his voice is one of the things I dig the most about their sound. He could sing names from the White Pages to me and I'd be enthralled :)

They're coming to the Aragon on Halloween - I'm thinking I might go, especially if I dig their new album when it comes out. I have more than a month to make up my mind - I'll figure it out, HAHA...

Someone You Should Know: Oona Garthwaite

Those of you who watch So You Think You Can Dance? may remember a particularly nimble entrant named "Twitch" who performed a mind-blowingly face-melting dance sequence for what turned out to be his 2nd time auditioning for the show:



This isn't about him though. Sorry Twitch, maybe some other time. I'll stalk, er, blog about you at a later date :)

This is about the haunting voice lilting behind the rapid tempo of the drums that fueled his flawless movement. Meet Oona Garthwaite:

Her voice is refreshing for its pure sweetness with just the right amount of tart flavor, like the perfect glass of lemonade on a hot summer day. Her presence is worldly - her aura, mysterious and beckoning...you catch my drift. But don't just take my word for it, get the story straight from the source...

Oona: In Her Own Words

Name: oona garthwaite

But People Call Me: #1 ;)

Age: 24

Location: Oakland, ca

Originally From: born in Oakland, CA / grew up in the woods: lagunitas, ca

Occupation: musician with a day job…… (video encoding operator)

Loves: music & thinking

Hates: bigotry

Is Indifferent About: religion

Is Puzzled By: childish tempers on grown folks

You in 3 - 5 Words. Go: nothing quite like it ;)

Inspiration: people & concrete

Motivation: family

Idols: beth ditto. zora neale hurston. frances doherty.

Why People Should F*ck With You: because I’m asking for it………… and I give as good as I get

MySpace: www.myspace.com/oonamusic

Contact: oona.garthwaite@gmail.com

Feel Like Sharing Anything Else?

History, that beast, never diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiies!! so we must be good to each other………


There you go people - don't ever say I haven't tried to put you on to someone/thing ill. You're welcome ;)

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

The Foreign Exchange - Daykeeper

Okay, I take back what I said about The Foreign Exchange being stingy - their first single "Daykeeper" featuring Muhsinah has finally dropped, and it gives a new meaning to the saying "Good things come to those who wait"...

The Foreign Exchange - Daykeeper ft. Muhsinah.mp3


Isht is not a game anymore. It's goin' down October 7th...

Monday, September 8, 2008

Manic Music Monday @ GangstarrGirl.com

It's no secret that Mondays are no fun. Unfortunately there's nothing you can do to stop them, but Starr and I wholeheartedly endeavor to bring you at least one bright spot every week with Manic Music Monday. Check out the latest at GangstarrGirl.com and be sure to check back at the end of the week for Blaxploitation Friday - ya jive turkey!

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Whoop Rico

I really wish this were a long-lost skit from the Chappelle's Show vaults, but alas...no such luck. This whole song + matching dance phenomenon is out of hand and this is further proof:



The premise of it is actually pretty funny and they look like they're having fun but...yeah. It's just a little special, that's all. Not to mention, the actual "Whoop Rico" song sounds a LOT like this:


Crime Mob - Knuck If You Buck.mp3

Yeeeeeeah. That gets the side eye - just a lil bit. Moving along...

Saturday, September 6, 2008

Sampletastic: Brand Nubian & Jean Carne

Brand Nubian was slated to appear in Chicago last weekend for the 2008 African Festival of the Arts in Washington Park. I ended up missing the performance, but in the time leading up to the day of the show I had hopes that they would do this song:


Don't Let It Go To Your Head - Brand Nubian


The undeniable groove that underlay Grand Puba, Sadat X and Lord Jamar's verses can be attributed to one Jean Carne who sang "Don't Let It Go To Your Head" in 1979. Talk about winners - this is a major one:



Getcha 2-step on to this why don'tcha...

Friday, September 5, 2008

J*Davey on Ellen

Backed by a full band that really enhanced their sound, J*Davey brings their act to the national forefront performing their latest single "Dollar or More" on Ellen:



I'm loving their latest joint - the strings remind me of "Raspberry Beret" by Prince:

which is highly appropriate since they've opened for him. Now that I think about it, I pretty sure Prince and Jack Davey are the same height too. When I saw them live last February, I was struck by how effin' teeny she was. I knew she was skinny from the photos I'd seen, but she was also very petite. She couldn't have broken 5'4" and she was wearing 3" heels. That was a great show. I wish I'd taken pictures...