samhain nite

Yea, it's my day. although i'll do nothing i am happy to see everyone celebrating even though i should go out and hang with the friends and fiends i'm way too tired to do so. i will suffer the indignant neighbors with their autumnal decorations (dude just cause you don't want to be confused with people that celebrate that pagan holiday don't martha stewart the neighborhood ). last year i saw the weirdest thing: people trying to celebrate halloween at church. churches were having weird halloween services and programs at their churches.
if that ain't weird i don't know what is.

happy halloween !

skegee-town

i went to school in a small southern backwoods town and when i arrived there from my big-city beginnings i was really amazed with the sights and sounds of it. of course after a while like all my city friends i began to miss the city BUT, surprisingly enough it didn't take long for the alabama nights and days to charm the hell out of me. although i missed miami dearly there was something abut the southland that grabbed me. the birds chirping, the forest howling, i don't know. there was just something in the air. i find know that the original tuskegee town was a mvscogee creek settlement.... maybe the ancestors were calling to me. i distinctly remember things i would feel in and about the town. my northern plains boyfriend at the time remarked alot about the energy around there when he'd come to visit.
whoaaa i ain't thought about that in a minute. time flies.
then stays still.

legacies

talking with two of my latina sistas last night i found out we all have a similar legacy. we endure or rather experience the histories( the pain and the sorrow. past, present & future ) of our peoples in our bodies. that shit is in our blood and their is no watering down that legacy. we feel those things down to our core and i think that's the difference between the oppressed and the oppressors.
word.

Storytime: The Legend of Hog Alley

Hog Alley didn't get its name in a very pretty way...

During the John Brown raid, the first raider killed was an African-American man by the name of Dangerfield Newby. Dangerfield had been freed by his white father, but he had a wife and seven children held in slavery in Warrenton, Virginia. His wife's master had told him that for the sum of $1,500 he could buy his wife and his youngest baby, who had just started to crawl. Dangerfield earned that amount of money and went back to Warrenton to purchase his wife and baby, only to have his wife's master raise the price. The free black man then joined John Brown in the hope of freeing not only his wife and youngest baby, but his entire family.
There were a lot of guns in Harpers Ferry, since they were made in the town and stored in the 22 building armory complex near the train tracks. There was little ammunition for the guns, however, and townspeople would fire anything they could find for their guns. One man was shooting 6 inch spikes from his powder loaded gun.

When John Brown raided the town in October of 1859, it was one of those spikes that hit the throat of Dangerfield Newby. He was killed instantly.

The people of Harpers Ferry, frustrated and angered by John Brown and his raiders, took the body of Dangerfield Newby and stabbed it repeatedly with their rusty knives. They left the mutilated body in the alley to be eaten by the hungry hogs.

Some night, if you are walking down Hog Alley and see a man dressed in baggy trousers and an old slouched hat with a terrible scar across his throat, you will know you have met Dangerfield Newby. He is still roaming our streets, trying to free his family.

reprinted from www.library/thinkquest.org

one drop rule. blood quantum.

i betcha when the white folks in charge thought of this whole one-drop rule, they thought they were doing themselves a great service. all of massa's half english, half dutch, half scotch or half danish chillun could be born into instant servitude. CASH MONEY$$$ free merchandise to be sold. all those children planters had with their numerous field and house mistresses that shole is alot of money..... wow. it's funny how the snippets you learn about slavery from school books is all iced over. i remember that stupid saying that blck people were worth less than 2/3 of human being BUT, if you read any of the slave schedules, wills, bible records and land records, a slave was worth alot of damn money to his/her master. property. property that you could just sell at almost any price like selling stock on the stock market. but then fast-forward to the future....where did all these black folk come from? one drop rule, yo.
if it was reversed i guess wouldn't have worked out so good what with all that slaveholding and things. did i hear somewhere that less white folks are having kids??? whassup
we'll i betcha they wished two black people could make more white people.
but apparently there's a phenomenon goes like this:
white people+black people = more black people
white people+ indian people = more indian people
indian people + black people = black people
indian people + black people who are actually indian people = black people

maybe we (black folks) trump any other race. i think. yeah that's it! hehe

if you are half white& indian and you're cousin is half black & indian which one of you is considered indian at all. aside from descendancy lines whether they be mother's side or father's side whether you're enrolling for money or not southern nations need to come clean with this shit. i'm still trying to figure out how a father who is Muscogee Creek full blood a mother who is part African/part Creek (thru her mother) give birth to three children and only one is enrolled as a citizen of the Creek Nation? just because the census card says that middle child was lighter in complexion doesn't make it right.. that's just ignorance.

time after time

nearing to that time of year. the time i think of all my relations on the other side.
the time i get all mournful and crazy. crazy ina bad way. have more days where i wonder how my ancestors made it. made through slavery, made it through the removals. damn. the legacies of colonialism, theft and slavery are a bitch.
unless........... i guess you're on the otherside of the movement.

southern cloth.
southern blood.
southern ties.

two people , one egg

every year this time i think of him. i remember him and i cry. like a sister does for her brother. that other half of herself not here , but there and always here. he is.

if you had lived dear brother i don't think anything could stop us. no one could come between us but alas, you are there and there is a great void between us....
or is there.
what would you be like now? 36 years old married with kids, married before me? probably not. of the same egg, same womb, same mother..... you would be just like your sis, and maybe even too much to put up with! yeah, i'd probably have to kill ya.
brotherlove this is your sisterlove calling from across the abyss. every since we were born i have missed you.

with all my love,
sister

Southern Tales

Aw.... my first post here.

Well basically I'm really looking forward to my friend telling me why she doesn't sit in chairs backwards on Sundays...she commented about it last night NOW i'm way intrigued...... has something to do with Rawhead and Bloody Bones.... a story my folks never told me ( i don't think )

god i can't wait to hear that story !