Tuesday, December 31, 2013

The 6th day of Kwanzaa - KUUMBA (a story by Eshu Bumpus)



"Anansi Writes a Song" by Eshu Bumpus (http://eshu.folktales.net/)

A lion named Simba was ruler of a small kingdom called Korro. A traveling griot* came to his village to give a performance. He played the Kora and sang stories about great men and women and the deeds they'd done. He sang about things going on all across the wide world. The king and everyone around enjoyed the music very much.

When he was finished, the bard asked king Simba for a small token in exchange for his performance.

Simba went into a rage! "You dare ask me for a gift!? You should be honored to have me listen! You should give me a gift!"

Simba was so angry that he ordered his servants to give the griot fifty lashes.

The griot returned home and told his friends what happened to him at King Simba's court. They were shocked and angry to hear of the meanness of the king.

Anansi was among the friends of this griot and he decided to write a song to let everyone know how they felt about Simba.

It went like this.

Simba the Lion, king of Korro,
He is fat and very flabby.
Simba the Lion, king of Korro,
He's a fool whose mane is shabby.
Simba the Lion, king of Korro,
his face is ugly, his teeth are few. Simba the Lion, king of Korro,

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He wrote the song with a very catchy tune and people all over the countryside began to sing it. Women sang it while they were cleaning clothes at the river. Children sang it during their games. Men sang it while digging yams. It was heard at dances and festivals. Soon it was known all over Africa.

When the king heard the song, he sent for the griot he had mistreated and asked him, "Who has written this song about me?"

"It was Anansi who wrote the song, but everyone sings it," responded the griot.

"I will give you much money if you tell him to stop the song." Simba promised.

But the griot refused saying, " A thing once it is done cannot be undone. You did not have to have me beaten, but you did. And now you cannot undo it. Anansi did not have to write the song, but he did. Now the song is alive among the people. It cannot be taken back."

Anansi's song about Simba is still sung to this day.

Simba the Lion, king of Korro,
He is fat and very flabby.
Simba the Lion, king of Korro,
He's a fool whose mane is shabby.
Simba the Lion, king of Korro,
his face is ugly, his teeth are few.
Simba the Lion, king of Korro.


*Griot (Pronounced Gree-Oh) is a name for the traditional Storyteller and Historian in parts of West Africa.

KUUMBACreativity
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Monday, December 30, 2013

The 5th day of Kwanzaa NIA (a story by Eshu Bumpus)



"The Name of the Tree" by Eshu Bumpus (http://eshu.folktales.net/)

Once there was a terrible drought in the land of the animals. A kindly king came from over the mountain and planted a special tree. He told them that this tree would bear fruit all year round in any kind of weather. All they had to do to get the fruit was to speak its name. The name of the tree was Oowungalema.

The animals thanked the kind old king and he returned to his own land, which was far over the mountain. The animals then sounded the Great Drum to call everyone for miles around.

When all were gathered at the tree, the lion asked Anansi to speak the name of the tree.

"I thought you were going to remember the name!" said Anansi

"I don't remember the name!" said the lion, "Someone must know it!"

They asked everyone who had been there when the old king planted the tree, but not one of them could remember the name of the tree. They decided to send someone to ask the king for the name. They were all very hungry, so they decided to send someone fast. They sent the hare.

The hare ran as fast as he could through villages, across the river, through the bush, over the mountain and straight to the court of the kindly old king. The king told him, "The name of the tree is Oowungalema."

The hare ran back, repeating the name to himself as he went along. On the way home, he stopped at the river to rest and take a drink. The water was nice and cool. It felt good after all that running. The hare splashed around for a while to cool himself off, then he got out of the water and started back to the tree.

When he got back, the animals all cheered. "Now we can have the fruit! " they shouted.

Hare went up to the tree to speak the name, "Oomagamoomoo, no, oobapadoopa, Noomooogamooga"

Try as he might, the hare just couldn't remember the name.

"We have to send someone else." Lion said at last.

So the springbok was sent. She ran all the way to the king over the mountain and tried to keep the name in her head all the way home, but coming through the forest, she tripped over a root and bumped her head. The name was lost again.
Next they sent Leopard, but on the way back he started chasing a monkey who was teasing him. He forgot the name as well.
Many others tried and failed until finally, the tortoise asked if she might go. Most of the animals laughed because the tortoise is so slow.
"Give her a chance!" Anansi said, "She may succeed where the rest of us have failed."
The tortoise went to her mother and asked, "What do you do if you must remember something very important?"
Her mother told her to keep repeating it no matter what happens. So the tortoise set out on her journey. When she reached the king over the mountain, he said, "The name of the tree is Oowungalema."

Tortoise kept repeating it over and over to herself all the way home. When the monkeys teased her in the forest, she only said, " Oowungalema."

When she passed by the river and the sound of the water made her thirsty, she looked at the water and said, "Oowungalema."
And when she got near her house and her children came running to her, she only said, "Oowungalema."

Finally, the tortoise came to the tree. All the other animals were anxiously waiting. The lion spoke, "Tortoise, please speak the name of the tree."

Tortoise said, "Oowungalema."

At last, the animals were able to eat the fruit. Everyone was grateful to the tortoise who kept to her purpose where every one else had failed.

NIA — Purpose
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Sunday, December 29, 2013

The 4th day of Kwanzaa - Ujamaa (a story by Eshu Bu,pus)

"The Feast" by Eshu Bumpus (http://eshu.folktales.net/)

There was a once chief who decided that he wanted to give a party for his entire kingdom. Everyone was invited. He would provide all the food and entertainment. The only thing he asked was that each family brings a gourd of wine. This would be poured into a huge pot from which all would be served.

All the villages were buzzing with excitement. People were deciding what to wear and wondering what dances and stories would be performed. It promised to be a fabulous party.

One farmer was talking with his wife as they were getting ready on the day of the party and said, "Why should we spend good money on a gourd full of wine for the king's party? Isn't this party supposed to be free?"

"But dear," said his wife, "All the king is asking for is one gourd of wine. Is that really asking so much?"

But the stingy farmer, thinking himself very clever replied, "Who will notice one gourd of water in a big pot full of wine?"

So the farmer filled his gourd with water instead of wine. When the people were all gathered waiting for the party to begin, the king called everyone together for a toast.

"Let every cup be filled," he shouted, "That we may drink to the future of our land! May this party be as fine as the wine we are about to drink!"

Everyone raised their cups in a cheer before they drank. The farmer then took a sip of his wine. But when he tasted it, he threw his cup down and shouted, "This is only water!"
All the others had the same complaint. It seems that the farmer was not the only one who had the idea to put water instead of wine into his gourd. They had all done it. So it was that all they had to drink at the party was water.


 The king was so disappointed, that he ended the party early.

UJAMAA — Cooperative Economics
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Saturday, December 28, 2013

The 3rd day of Kwanzaa - UJIMA (a story by Eshu Bumpus)

"The Great Drum" by Eshu Bumpus (http://eshu.folktales.net/)

The lion sent out a message for all the animals to come to a very special meeting.

Messengers went far and wide to spread the news of this meeting. As soon as the animals heard the message, they hurried right away to the council circle. It was about three weeks before they were all gathered. The lion was very disappointed.

"We have got to find a way to get everyone together more quickly!" shouted the lion.

Anansi had an idea. "What we need," he explained, "...is a great drum, one that can be heard all over the forest. When the great drum is sounded, everyone will know right away and come swiftly to meetings."

Everyone agreed that this was a fine idea. The animals were divided into groups, each group taking on a different part in the construction of the drum. The first group cut down a large tree.

The second group trimmed off all the branches. The next group hollowed out the tree.

Then sculptors worked to decorate the drum. They worked hard through many days. On their way home at the end of each day, they would sing;

Life is labor,

We are tired and hot,

 We work so hard,

 Because we work for our people.

Everyone worked except the monkey. While the others labored, he found a nice shady spot to hide and eat berries all day long.

When they were on their way back to the village, Monkey would join them as though he had been working with them all along.

Monkey sang:

Life is labor,

 I am tired and hot,

 I work so hard,

 Because I work for my people.

Anansi watched and knew exactly what Monkey was doing, but Anansi said nothing.

When the Great Drum was finished, it had to be brought to the council circle.

The problem was that the Drum was very heavy and no one wanted to carry it.

It was then that Anansi spoke up. "Since no one wants to carry the Great Drum and we have all worked so hard already, I suggest that the laziest person among us carry the Drum."

All the animals thought this was a good plan. Each of them looked around, trying to think who among them was laziest. Who hadn't they seen working? First one looked at Monkey, then another and soon all eyes rested on the monkey.

Monkey stepped out into the center of the circle and announced, "I just want to make one thing perfectly clear. I will not carry that drum!"

All the animals laughed. Anansi said, "No one mentioned your name, Monkey. All we said was that the laziest person should carry the Drum."

People were wondering to themselves, who was laziest among them. But the monkey did not have to wonder. He knew very well who was laziest. He came forward and made it clear when he spoke.

So it was agreed that the monkey had to carry the Great Drum to the council circle.

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Friday, December 27, 2013

The 2nd day of Kwanzaa - KUJICHAGULIA (a story by Eshu Bumpus)


The 2nd day of Kwanzaa - KUJICHAGULIA (Self-Determination)

"The Three Tests" by Eshu Bumpus ( http://eshu.folktales.net/ )                 )

Once, long ago, three tigers came to Africa. They went to the country of the animals and made this terrible announcement.

"From now on, this land will be ruled by the Tigers. We are, after all, the strongest, fastest and wisest of all animals. Therefore, we are the only fit rulers." they claimed.

A little mouse spoke up from the crowd, " But we have a council where we make our decisions together, we don't need or want any ruler."

One of the tigers let out a roar so loud and fierce that the poor mouse started running and didn't stop until he was in the land of the humans. To this day, he lives in the houses of humans.

His cousin, the female field mouse, misses him terribly.

The other animals didn't like the idea much either, but they looked at those tigers' big claws and sharp teeth and were afraid to speak.

These tigers were even bigger than the lion. "We will collect taxes and we'll also change the name of this country. From now on, this will be Tigerland and you will call yourselves servants of the tigers.", they said.

Finally, Anansi spoke. "Great tigers, it is clear that you are strong, fast and wise, but just so that everyone will know for sure that you are stronger, faster and wiser than anyone else, let us have a contest.", Anansi suggested.

The tigers liked the idea, so Anansi continued. "Let us prepare ourselves, then tomorrow we will choose someone to compete against each of you."

So the tigers left and the animals held a private meeting to discuss what to do.

The next morning, the animals were ready. The tigers came to the council circle. The strongest tiger spoke first. "Who will compete against me?" he asked.

"I will." said the tiny voice of the field mouse. The tiger laughed until he cried. "This will not take long." he said.

"Who will race me?" roared the swiftest tiger. "I will." said the tortoise. "This is no contest at all!" shouted the tigers.

Hare told the third tiger, " I must bring you to the home of the owl. She is the wisest of all creatures." "We will see," said the tiger.

First was the contest of strength. The field mouse brought the tiger to a large clearing. They each stood at one edge of the clearing with one end of a rope. Between them was placed hundreds of big thorn bushes.

When she gave a signal of two short tugs on the rope, the tiger was to start pulling. The loser would get dragged across the thorns.

The tiger laughed at the little mouse and said that he was ready. She gave the signal, and the tiger began to pull.

What he didn't know was that behind the field mouse, standing in the forest was a great bull elephant holding onto the rope. So while the tiger pulled on one end, the elephant pulled on the other. The tiger got dragged all the way through the thorn bushes yelling, " Ouch! OOOCH! Ouch! Ouch!" all the way.

"If this is how strong the mice are, I would hate to see what the other animals can do!" he shouted.

Next was the race. The tortoise brought the fastest tiger to a five-mile stretch of road in the forest. At each mile marker, one of tortoise's cousins was hiding. (To the tiger they would all look alike.)

When the race began, Tiger went zooming away, leaving the tortoise in his dust. As he was coming to the first mile marker, the tiger was laughing to himself. "How could a tortoise think he could outrun me?" he said.

Just then, Tortoise came out from his hiding place behind the mile marker. "What took you so long, Mr. Tiger?" he asked politely.

Tiger was shocked. "How did you get here so fast?!" he screamed. Tortoise didn't answer. He just slowly plodded off toward the next marker.

The tiger zoomed past him and ran at top speed to the second mile-marker, only to find Tortoise sitting there waiting. "I really thought tigers were faster than this." he said, sounding very disappointed.

"I'll beat you yet!" shouted the tiger as he sped to the next marker.

At this third marker, Tortoise was sitting down playing a game of Mankala with Anansi and laughing about how easy the race was. Tiger couldn't believe his eyes.

At the fourth marker, Tortoise was asleep, snoring loudly. Tiger sped by him so fast that he left the tortoise spinning like a top.

Finally, tiger was racing toward the finish line. Tortoise was nowhere in sight. Tiger was running at full speed. Nothing could stop him now.

Yet, as he got closer to the line, he noticed a little round thing sitting there. It must be a rock he told himself. But as he got closer, he saw that little head and those four little legs and he knew. Tortoise was already there!

"It's impossible!" he screamed. But no matter how much he screamed, it didn't change the fact that Tortoise had won the race.

Now the hare was bringing the third tiger to the home of the wise old owl. But the hare kept complaining of stomach pains and said that he couldn't walk very well.

"Can't you get someone else to show me the way?" said the tiger angrily. "I'm the only one who knows the way," whispered Hare, "It's a secret."

Tiger was irritated. " Then you'll just have to ride on my back," he said.

They rode on for a little while, but the hare kept letting himself slide off the tiger's back, so they weren't making much progress. "If you bring me to my house, I can get my saddle." Hare suggested, "That way, I won't slip off."

So the tiger brought the hare home and let Hare put a saddle on him.

"And if you let me use these reins," Hare continued, "I can steer you left or right without talking so much. I have a sore throat you know." Tiger agreed.

Then the hare went into his house and came out wearing spurs and carrying a whip.

"Wait a minute!" said Tiger, "What's all that for?!"

"Oh I just wear these spurs for show." Hare said. " And the whip is so I can keep the flies off you while you're giving me a ride."

"Okay," said the tiger, "But be careful."

So they rode on, but not to the owl's home. They went right to the council circle. A

All the other animals were gathered there. When Hare came in sight of the other animals, he dug his spurs into the tiger's sides and snapped that whip against the tiger's backside and yelled "GITTY UP HORSEY!"

That tiger went jumping and howling through the crowd looking about as foolish as a fool can look.

All the animals laughed and laughed. The other tigers were so embarrassed that they pleaded with the hare to stop.

The hare got off the tiger's back and took his saddle and reins.

Those tigers agreed never to come back to Africa again. That's why, to this day, there are no tigers in the forests of Africa. And everyone got along fine in the land of animals with everyone as equals, no kings, no queens, no rulers.

KUJICHAGULIA — Self-Determination
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Thursday, December 26, 2013

Obama Murders on Christmas Day!!!


Dear friends,

This super-Coward Obama had the audacity to swear on Martin King's bible, at his inauguration. What excuses will people make for him now? Moreover, since when does ANYONE know what another person's intentions are? Have you ever thought of doing wither good or harm to someone, then changed your mind? I mean, just as we have feelings about a person or thing, we, simultaneously, have conflicting feelings.  Besides, Obama has killed 122 children, to date, with drone attacks! Wake up, please!

G. Djata Bumpus
http://dissenter.firedoglake.com/2013/12/26/while-americans-were-celebrating-christmas-obama-administration-launched-drone-strike-in-pakistan/
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The Fist Day of Kwanzaa - UMOJA (a story by Eshu Bumpus)



"Anansi and his Sons"

When Anansi's first son was born and Anansi and his wife, Aso were ready to name the child, the baby spoke up and said, "I have brought my own name with me. It is See Trouble." Their second son also announced his name in this way. He was Road Builder.

Each of his six sons in turn announced their names in this way. There was River Drinker, Game Skinner, Stone Thrower and Cushion.

Once, Anansi had to go on a long journey. On his trip, he found a big, bright, shiny ball. He was bringing it home, when he fell into the lake and was swallowed by a big fish.

Anansi decided right then that he would give the bright shiny object to whoever rescued him.

As time passed, and Anansi did not return home, his family became worried. See Trouble looked ahead to see Anansi inside the big fish. He told his brothers. Right away, Road Builder cleared a path through the forest for his brothers to follow.

When they got to the lake, it was the thirsty brother's turn.

River Drinker drank up all the water in the lake. There was the big fish at the bottom. Game skinner went right to work. He cut open that fish to let Anansi out. Anansi was still holding that bright, shiny object he had found.

Suddenly a giant bird flew down and grabbed Anansi. It took him way up into the sky. Stone Thrower grabbed a rock and threw it. He hit the bird just right to make it let go of Anansi. Down, down Anansi fell, but he didn't get hurt because Cushion put himself in the way. Anansi landed softly.

Anansi wanted to give the bright, shiny object to the son who had rescued him, but he couldn't decide who had done the most to help him.

He gave the bright, shiny thing to Nyame, who put it up in the sky until someone could figure out which son deserves it the most. It is still there in the sky. You can see it tonight.

UMOJA - Unity
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Kwanzaa Song by Eshu Bumpus

These seven principles,
these seven principles,
are principles we'll follow,
from Kwanzaa to Kwanzaa.





Dear friends,

I am quite honored to share a song with you upon which my three now-grown children were raised. Each day of Kwanzaa, after eating a meal together and having our family discussion about the principle of that particular day, we sang this song. It was written by one of my siblings - Eshu. Both the lyrics and the link to the song itself appear below. Enjoy!

G. Djata Bumpus
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Kwanzaa Song

Unity,
Umoja means Unity.
Kujichagulia,
I know who I must be.
Ujima working hard,
showing responsibilty.
Ujamaa means to shareextended family.

chorus:
These seven principles,
these seven principles,
are principles we'll follow,
from Kwanzaa to Kwanzaa.

These seven principles,
these seven principles,
are principles we'll follow,
from Kwanzaa to Kwanzaa.

Nia is the purpose,
what we mean to each other.
Kuumba is the beauty
that we bring to one another.
Imani is believing
in our sisters and our brothers,
and learning from the teachings
of our fathers and our miothers.

chorus:
These seven principles,
these seven principles,
are principles we'll follow,
from Kwanzaa to Kwanzaa.

These seven principles,
these seven principles,
are principles we'll follow,
from Kwanzaa to Kwanzaa.
http://eshu.folktales.net/resources/kwanzaa/01_these_seven_principles-(eshu).mp3
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What is Kwanzaa?

Dear friends,

*The word “Kwanza” refers to the first fruits of harvest. Dr. Maulana Ron Karenga and members of his organization held the first Kwanza Celebration in the mid sixties. There were seven children in the group. They decided to change the spelling to Kwanzaa to give each child a special place in the ceremony. So if there is an official spelling it would be Kwanzaa.

Kwanzaa is not a black Christmas. Rather, it is an African American holiday period that gives us a special time to reflect upon our personal, family, and community circumstances at the present, and our commitment to both maintain the worthiness of our cultural experience, while designing a vision for African Americans as a people to continue progressing, as it regards to many relationships in which human beings involved themselves, as we prepare for those who will follow us, as well as those who have yet to come.

While there is a small amount of symbolism through rituals, at least for me, my now grown children, as well as my siblings, family and community discussion is the most important part of honoring this special period. Gift-giving, on the other hand, is not an essential element of Kwanzaa. When it was originally celebrated, the idea was that any gifts that were to be given would be made by hand, as opposed to going to a department store and buying something. However, it was the experience in my household, while raising my children that we took care of all the gift-giving on Christmas Day. That way, with Kwanzaa always starting on December 26, we could spend our total focus on Nguzo Saba or The Seven Principles.

The Bumpus family
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Compiled by Eshu Bumpus below:

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Tuesday, December 24, 2013

The great Yusef Lateef has passed

"I believe that all humans have knowledge," he said in a 2009 interview for the National Endowment for the Arts. "Each culture has some knowledge. That's why I studied with Saj Dev, an Indian flute player. That's why I studied Stockhausen's music. The pygmies' music of the rain forest is very rich music. So the knowledge is out there. And I also believe one should seek knowledge from the cradle to the grave. With that kind of inquisitiveness, one discovers things that were unknown before." – Yusef Lateef, during interview with National Endowment for the Arts

Dear friends,

I just received some very sad news this morning. Yesterday, December 23, 2013, a long time and dear friend of mine passed. The Grammy award winning and legendary musician Yusef Lateef has left a legacy that will continue for generations. Towards the late 1980s, I move my family from Philadelphia to Amherst Mass., after years of visiting my brother Eshu there. It’s where I raised all of my now grown three children. The small historical town, during the 70s and 80s, was a literal mecca of the world’s finest artists and intellectuals, with a list of names that could hardly be matched by major cultural centers like Boston, New York City, and Philadelphia.

While I’d been listening to his music since the 1960s,I first met Yusef personally, about 25 years ago, through my dear friend, music mentor, and brother Archie Shepp, another great music legend in his own right. For a decade after that, aside from occasionally speaking over the phone, Yusef and I would run into each other, in a variety of situations, from social gatherings to often in the local supermarket, while shopping for our families (btw, his son Yusef and my son Kwame were close friends).

On one of those occasions, back in the mid-90s, while engaging in one of our typical long intellectual discussions, I started talking about one of my pet peeves; that being: Young musicians of today, regardless of their musical genres, don’t listen to enough different kinds of music, nor do they appreciate the story of how the music has evolved as an artistic expression of any particular culture. Instead, the aforementioned young musicians and their listeners simply pander to the the insatiable greed of the "market". The result being that their music is stale and has no “soul”. Moreover, I believe that within the context of their heritages and the spiritual/innermost bases of same, all cultures have "soul music", as well as "soul food", not just African Americans.

In any case, Yusef said that he agreed with me, and, in fact, liked what I was saying. He then concluded our conversation by asking me if I would give a Masters class/seminar to a group of music majors that he was teaching at Hampshire College. I accepted his offer, and only a few weeks later taught the class that I called “Playing with soul” to about two dozen, very receptive students/musicians.

Afterwards, Yusef presented me with a generous honorarium and an album/CD that he had just recorded called “Cantata”. It is a beautiful, musical/historical piece that includes not only his saxophone playing, but also, a great deal of his own spoken words.

Many years later, after writing and publishing a play in book format called “Voice of a Panther”, I decided that at some point I was going to contact Yusef, so we could sit down and talk about some of the specific vision and thoughts that inspired him to do “Cantata”. Unfortunately, my procrastination has gotten the best of me. I never got around to calling him. Nevertheless, while I’ll no longer be able to discuss/interview him about the work, I still plan on finishing the play one day.

“Love lives forever!”Stevie Wonder

G. Djata Bumpus
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Saturday, December 21, 2013

A short video - Some history of the Mummer's Parade



"...there's a lot mentioned that many, if not most, current Philadelphians either don't know or have forgotten."

Dear friends,

With the annual Mummer's Parade in Philly here, I thought that it would be interesting to share a short video lecture by my longtime friend and colleague, the incomparable Dr. Molefi Asante of Temple University. Moreover, there's a lot mentioned that many, if not most, current Philadelphians either don't know or have forgotten. Enjoy!

Happy New Year!!!

G. Djata Bumpus
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VjfNaBk9jC4
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Thursday, December 19, 2013

Remembering an Aging Warrior, Nelson Mandela (originally posted 111/11/09)


"Yet even as Mr. Mandela fades from view, he retains a vital place in the public consciousness here...He is the founding father whose values continue to shape the nation."

Dear friends,

On the link below is quite a warm piece, that as originally published in the New York Times back in 1999, that reminds us of one of the world's real heroes, Nelson Mandela. Enjoy!

G. Djata Bumpus
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/11/09/world/africa/09mandela.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1&hp
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Monday, December 16, 2013

Male Supremact/Sexism tells Women to Hate each Other - inckiding Michelle Obama

Harriet Tubman
"...the Black woman in America was never meant to survive anyway." Audre Lorde


It happened six years after Our Civil War had ended. Amherst, Massachusetts had just recovered from a "first-class" earthquake, the previous year. The Leach Brother's dental rooms would soon be installing an advanced technology - a liquid nitrous oxide machine for administering gas. And the historical town had about ten family doctors. Yet, all was not well.

Outside of a local undertaker's parlor, the horses that were attached to his hearse stood silently, waiting to be driven. But the mortician refused to transport the coffin that was in the bed of the funeral vehicle.

What was wrong? Was it the casket? And, if so, what or who was in it? Perhaps, a demon. Or, maybe the remains of a mass-murderer. Nope. Wealthy Wheeler was the occupant. About 81 years earlier, in the same year that George Washington took his first oath of office for the presidency, and about ten years after slavery was supposed to have been banned in Massachusetts, Captain Samuel Parsons of Northampton sold Wealthy to an Amherst farmer named Oliver Cowls (see Blacks in Early Amherst, by James A. Smith

 Ms. Wheeler was only about five years-old then. However, her age did not matter anyway. Because from the moment that she was born, both the color of her skin as well as her sex insured that Wealthy would be the victim of economic exploitation and social oppression for the rest of her life. Nevertheless, the mortician's assistant, another Oliver Cowls, had a kinder heart than his employer. So, he climbed into the carriage, grabbed the reins, and - with great courage - took the old woman to her final resting place.

In any case, these days, the pathetically shallow minds of North American mainstream media journalists are, as usual, proving their ineptitude, by trying to malign our First Lady, Michelle Obama, because of a particular look on her face, as she was listening to a speech, during the memorial service for Nelson Mandela the other day, at the same time that her husband, Pres. Barack Obama, was taking a picture with another woman.

It is, of course, amazing that anyone or anything with a brain larger than the size of a gnat's butt would bother putting even the most infinitesimally small amount of intellectual energy into conjuring up a "news" story that is based upon something so meaningless and irrelevant. Yet, this type of foolishness is an everyday occurrence for millions of women, African American - or otherwise, for that matter.

Moreover, hardly ever mentioned, if not avoided altogether, in discussions concerning the African American experience are the historic roles of African American women in preserving the heritage of Our people in the midst of a "double jeopardy," that is, being African American and a woman. (please see the essay by Francis Beale called,"Double Jeopardy: To Be Black and Female",from The Black Woman, edited by the late, great Toni Cade Bambara)

Although they have been victimized, historically, from almost everyone in society, African American women have continued to have an unchallenged influence on North America by virtue of the fact that they have preserved the African American culture, at times almost single-handedly. Moreover, in both the past and present, African American women are tough,great thinkers - and doers. (So about what is the semi-literate buffoon Steve Harvey talking, when he insists women to "Act like a Lady, Think like a Man"?)

Finally, one of the most cowardly aspects of Male Supremacy euphemistically called "sexism" is: Regardless of culture, skin color, or any physical attributes like height, weight, breast size, or what have you, women are taught from a very early age to compete with each other for the benefit of gaining male approval. Never mind!

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Thursday, December 12, 2013

Do Our Children have an "Achievement Gap"?

Dear friends,

The "Achievement Gap" rap, to me, is simply another excuse for justifying racism as an institution in the American body politic.. For example, as you may know, my oldest daughter is a leading scientist and professor at the world’s foremost medical school, Johns Hopkins. She teaches medical students in the classroom, and PhD candidates in her lab.

These students come from the top schools in the country, with 4.0 grade point averages. Yet, for the most part, they are very lazy thinkers, and even lazier doers. This is what the United States educational system is like, under the thumb of the Testing Industry, that has everything to do with corporate profit, and nothing to do with creating thoughtful, competent, self-sufficient, and caring citizens.

Let's stop talking about this "Achievement Gap" nonsense. Do away with the "No Child Left Behind" Ponzi scheme, started by Bush and our Congress, then continued by Obama and the rest of the Congressional crooks just mentioned!

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Wednesday, December 11, 2013

2001 David Frost Interview of Ashwari and Netanyahu (originally posted on 12/27/08)





"...at least to me, African Americans have far more in common with the Palestinians than the Israelis.


Dear friends,

When will the world stand up against the imperialisistic and murderous actions of the Israeli government? During his presidential campaigns, President Barack Obama (both 2008 & 2012), consistently, promised to support the continued exploitation and oppression of Palestinian people, as his predecessors have done ever since World War 2. In fact, considering the role of the United States in escalating Israeli hegemony in the Middle East and elsewhere during the Clinton Adminidstration, Obama's choice of Hillary Clinton as the Secretary of State, at least to me, was nothing less than shameful. Moreover, African Americans have far more in common with the Palestinians than the Israelis. Nevertheless, on the link below, during a short but substantive video interview, Palestinian legislator Hanan Ashrawi, provides critical answers to questions about Israel's actions.

NOTE: Unfortunately, in the past hour or so since I posted Ashrawi's interview, CNN has taken down the interview just mentioned. Instead, the media outlets are portraying Israel to be victims of "terrorism". Therefore, I have replaced the earlier posting with a print interview called"BBC BREAKFAST WITH FROST INTERVIEW: BENJAMIN NETANYAHU (then former, since re-elected) ISRAELI PRIME MINISTER, and HANAN ASHWARI PALESTINIAN LEGISLATIVE COUNCIL SEPTEMBER 16TH, 2001."

G. Djata Bumpus
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/programmes/breakfast_with_frost/1547267.stm
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Sunday, December 8, 2013

When the Titanic sank, Black people, nationwide, danced in the streets!!!




"Jack Johnson heard about the mighty shock...Mighta seen the black rascal doin' the eagle rock..." - Leadbelly


“The14th of April was a hellava day, it was the last time the 'Old Titanic' sailed away. They said that on the Titanic a 'N***** would never ride so when that motha fucka sank not a N***** cried.”
– from The Great Black Jokes by Bruce Stafford

Dear friends,

About a dozen or more years ago, I sent a "Letter to the Editor" to the Boston Herald, because I was sick of the 1997 flick called Titanic being given so much publicity and praise. In the short piece, I mentioned the fact that when the news broke about that ship sinking, African American people danced in the streets by the thousands, and in the millions inside of their homes, just as they had when Joe Louis knocked out Max Schmeling in 1938, and when O.J. Simpson was acquitted in 1995.

Now, I must note here that the Herald had been printing my letters, many of them controversial, for about a dozen or more years, at the time. However, this time, they did something that had never happened before, and hasn't happened since: They sent me an e-mail asking for proof.

I obliged them with a brief bibliography, which included the Library of Congress reference number to the song on the link below by Huddie Leadbetter aka Leadbelly. They published the letter, the next day.

Moreover, what really troubled me was the fact that not a single one of the so-called "Black leaders"- that is, Farrakhan, Jackson, or the exposed FBI informant Al Sharpton, had anything to say about that movie. Please remember that the Titanic voyage was a super-racist enterprise! I mean, NO Black folks were even allowed to buy a ticket for it! This included the great Jack Johnson who was the Heavyweight Champion of the World (from 1908 - 1916). Neither the people who owned the Titanic or those on board wanted a Black person there. Not even a Black janitor on board. That's a fact!

And so, when Leadbelly sang his big hit song of that period, "Jack Johnson heard about the mighty shock...Mighta seen the black rascal doin' the eagle rock...", he obviously was referring to a dance called the "eagle rock". Yet, in our times, unfortunately, plenty of Black money helped make that movie do real well. SMH!

Finally, this just goes to show why African American History Month is so important. Because, it includes more people in the real story of our country, and, also, tells the story more truthfully. Besides, with all of the racists who supported the lying, opportunist Mitt Romney against Barack Obama, why would anyone be surprised about how African Americans reacted to the sinking of the Titanic? Ain't nothin' changed! Additionally, are we wrong to express the well-deserved resentment and hostility that we've acquired, over centuries, towards White Supremacy?

G. Djata Bumpus
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qe5tcr0yHN4
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Friday, December 6, 2013

John Lennon was a Revolutionary!!!

Dear friends, When the photo here appeared 43 years ago, I was a Black Panther, as such, unlike the other two Black organizations that were the most popular African American groups nationwide during that period (the now media-overplayed "Civil Rights Movement died with Martin King, in '68), the Nation of Islam and the Republic of New Africa (RNA), the Black Panther Party joined internationally with all people who believed in not simply group liberation, but both women's liberation and sexual liberation as well. John Lennon, author of the legendary song "Imagine" was such a person. Regarding the aforementioned photo here where the married Lennon (w/Cynthia Lennon) appeared nude with his future wife Yoko Ono, John wrote this:

"When we got back from India, we were talking to each other on the phone. I called her over, it was the middle of the night and Cyn was away, and I thought, 'Well, now's the time if I'm going to get to know her any more.' She came to the house and I didn't know what to do; so we went upstairs to my studio and I played her all the tapes that I'd made, all this far-out stuff, some comedy stuff, and some electronic music. There were very few people I could play those tapes to. She was suitably impressed, and then she said, 'Well, let's make one ourselves,' so we made Two Virgins. It was midnight when we finished, and then we made love at dawn. It was very beautiful." John Lennon, 1970

G. Djata Bumpus
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Thursday, December 5, 2013

Long Love Mandela!!!...Long Love African People Everwhere!!!



Dear friends,

In 1983, I was the first person to ever bring the ANC (African National Congress) to Philly. The man I brought to lecture at Temple University was named David Ndaba, then. Several years later and to this day, Ndaba, now named Dr. Samuel Gulabe, is/was the personal physician of both Nelson Mandela and his successor as the president of South Africa Thabo Mbeki.

LONG LIVE AFRICAN PEOPLE EVERYWHERE!!!

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Why all African Americans, regardless of religious or political beliefs, should honor Christmas Day

"Generally-speaking, for most African Americans, the only day that our captive ancestors (so-called “slaves”) had off was Christmas Day..."
Dear friends,

While I started celebrating Kwanzaa the first year that my oldest child, Kwame, was born (1975), I've continued to honor Christmas Day, for the simple reason that my forebears on my Father's side were held captive in North Carolina (Tar Heel and Black Cherokee), propr to the North American Civil War or as Profesor Lloyd Hogan calls it: The First War of Black Liberation. 


Generally-speaking, for most African Americans, the only day that our captive ancestors (so-called “slaves”) had off was Christmas Day. Later, July 4th was added, after the so-called War of Independence. Moreover, imagine the thrill of those two days for them. How can we dare be so cute and snooty - or "nationalistic" - not to celebrate that special day for them in memory? After all, the histort of humankind is the story of generations NOT the deeds done by male monarchs, military people, or ministers.

Consequently, while I still hold Kwanzaa in the highest favor, at least to me, we should celebrate Christmas Day itself in the same context that many of us celebrate Juneteenth. Dig? Additionally, we can then leave all of the gift-giving stuff for Christmas Day and allow our energy for Kwanzaa to be used for its most significant purpose, that is, family and community discussion.

Merry Christmas!!!

G. Djata Bumpus
http://docsouth.unc.edu/highlights/holidays.html
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Tuesday, December 3, 2013

The Black Church and Christmas

"Please remember: Our spirituality should be a vitamin - not a drug."

Dear friends,

Churches need to play a strong role in Our community building. The Black church is the oldest institution that We have. Beginning in the holds of enslavers' ships through chattel slavery, manumission, and the series of freedom movements that have led up to this point for African Americans, the Black church has been there.

Unfortunately, too often, today, Black churches seem to betray the mission of Our predecessors. There are far too few activities that deal with Our liberation, such as church folks freeing captive workers (so-called slaves) as they did during chattel slavery to helping out with marches and breakfast programs and such as they did in the Sixties and Seventies, while later helping to lead the fight against apartheid in the Eighties. Too much concentration is on “being saved” and using the word “God” in every other sentence as some type of password. Many folks are even using religion as a narcotic - like heroin or cocaine; a common refrain from them is: "I'm high on Jesus!". Please remember: Our spirituality should be a vitamin - not a drug.

Also, having “fellowship” is another term that is being bandied about these days. I went to a church, quite recently, whose Sunday program sheet read at the bottom, after the hymns and prayers listed: Worship ends, Service begins. Unfortunately, and shamefully, this was NOT in a Black church. 


Black preachers must imitate the life of the historical Jesus who fed the hungry and healed the sick - physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually. The latter did not just sit around and pray. He "worked" for change. During 1963, in his now famous Letter From a Birmingham Jail, Dr. King wrote, in part:

"There was a time when the church was very powerful in the time when the early Christians rejoiced at being deemed worthy to suffer for what they believed. In those days the church was not merely a thermometer that recorded the ideas and principles of popular opinion; it was a thermostat that transformed the mores of society. Whenever the early Christians entered a town, the people in power became disturbed and immediately sought to convict the Christians for being 'disturbers of the peace' and 'outside agitators' But the Christians pressed on, in the conviction that they were 'a colony of heaven', called to obey God rather than man. Small in number, they were big in commitment. They were too God-intoxicated to be 'astronomically intimidated'. By their effort and example they brought an end to such ancient evils as infanticide. and gladiatorial contests.

Things are different now. So often the contemporary church is a weak, ineffectual voice with an uncertain sound. So often it is an archdefender of the status quo. Far from being disturbed by the presence of the church, the power structure of the average community is consoled by the church's silent and often even vocal sanction of things as they are.

But the judgment of God is upon the church as never before. If today's church does not recapture the sacrificial spirit of the early church, it will lose its authenticity, forfeit the loyalty of millions, and be dismissed as an irrelevant social club with no meaning for the twentieth century. Every day I meet young people whose disappointment with the church has turned into outright disgust.

Perhaps I have once again been too optimistic. Is organized religion too inextricably bound to the status quo to save our nation and the world? Perhaps I must turn my faith to the inner spiritual church, the church within the church, as the true ekklesia and the hope of the world. But again I am thankful to God that some noble souls from the ranks of organized religion have broken loose from the paralyzing chains of conformity and joined us as active partners in the struggle for freedom, They have left their secure congregations and walked the streets
..."

While, at that time, Dr. King's "letter" was largely directed towards European American or "white" clergy, today, those words, very much, apply to most African American clerics across the nation, as well, regrettably. That is a fact that should bring a feeling of shame to many who call themselves ecclesiastics. The Black Church has the power to change things! It is not up to "God" to make this world better. After all, if it is, then why does "He" - or We - need clerics?

At any rate, Our church facilities should be open to Our youth, so that they can study Our history (with no membership or attendance at the particular church required). In other words, We need to actually set up libraries in Our communities within Our churches. Historians, librarians, community activists, and college professors can contribute tremendously to making this happen.

A major problem with fighting against Our oppression and becoming a community lies with the fact that We are often Our own worst enemies, because of Our self-hatred. That is, from African American bank tellers who treat Us differently than other customers to drive-by shootings, both feelings and acts of self-hatred make it difficult for African American men and women to even form genuinely loving relationships of any kind, much less encourage Our youth to get along with each other. We must learn to love Ourselves and Our fellows.

Note: "Love", as it were, is only of any use as an "act of being" as opposed to a "state of being". That means that love is only effective as a verb - not a noun. In other words, in this society, love, as a "state of being", is a passive experience that we hear about through so many cheap songs on the radio and see on tv soap operas. However, as an "act of being", love means that people are "actively" loving towards one another. Consequently, love should be an active, not passive, practice of caring about, being concerned for, concentrating on, trying to understand, and feeling responsible towards not just Our mates and other people, but Our work, and Our communities, as well. Besides, when love is passive, it doesn't last long, because it is then just like a "mood". To be sure, moods change, all of the time. Hence, the serial polygamy practiced by so many of those involved with the institution of marriage and other such "love" relationships, in this country.

Finally, education is something that you get for yourself. It is NOT something that someone gives to you. Notwithstanding, the Black church should be the place where young people in Our communities can get helpful knowledge and ideas, along with developing useful skills. The public schools will, ultimately, follow, if Our churches show them the way. Our young should know that the adults of the community will provide the type of environment where their minds can develop in a manner that will make them be able to control their own destinies. Consequently, for Our youth, We must all embrace the old Nigerian proverb that goes, “If you pick a good tree to climb, I will help lift you up.” Moreover, where is a better place for Our children to learn to appreciate scholarship than the Black Church?

One Love, One Heart, One Spirit,

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Sunday, November 24, 2013

Duke Ellington on "Seeing God"


"There was a man who was blessed with the vision to see God. But even this man did not and does not have the power or whatever it takes to show God to a believer, much less an unbeliever." - Edward Kennedy Ellington

Seeing God”, by Duke Ellington
(a one-page chapter from his book, Music is my Mistress)

If you can see by seven caroms to the seventh power, then you can see God. If you could see total carom, to total power, you would be thought to be God. And since you can’t do either, you are not God, and cannot stand to see God, but if you happen to be the greatest mathematician, you will discover after completing carom that God is here with you.

So be wise and satisfied with the joy that comes to you through the reflection and miracle of God, such as all the wonders and beauty we live with and are exposed to on Earth.

There have been times when I thought I had a glimpse of God. Sometimes, even when my eyes were closed, I saw. Then when I tried to set my eyes – closed or open - back to the same focus, I had no success, of course. The unprovable fact is that I believe I have had a glimpse of God many times. I believe because believing is believable, and no one can prove it unbelievable.

Some people who have had the same experience I have had are afraid or ashamed to admit it. They are afraid of being called naïve or square. They are afraid of being called unbrainwashed by the people who brainwashed them, or by those they would like to be like, or friendly with.  Maybe they just want to be in. Maybe it’s a matter of the style, the trend, or whatever one thinks one does to be acceptable in certain circles.

There was a man who was blessed with the vision to see God. But even this man did not and does not have the power or whatever it takes to show God to a believer, much less an unbeliever.
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Thursday, November 21, 2013

The Origin of ALL Existemce

"People have been speaking about "eternal life" for several millenniums. But how can we imagine what eternity is, if we can't imagine that in the beginning there was nothing? Yet, nothing is something...Isn't it? Hence, the origin of all existence."

Dear friends,

During the 18th century, Edward Burke proposed, "The ideas of eternity, and infinity, are among the most affecting we have, and yet perhaps there is nothing of which we really understand so little, as of infinity and eternity." (see A Philosophical Enquiry into the Origin of Our Ideas of the Sublime and Beautiful)

 People have been speaking about "eternal life" for several millenniums. But how can we imagine what eternity is, if we can't imagine that in the beginning there was nothing? Yet, nothing is something. Isn't it? Hence, the origin of all existence.

G. Djata Bumpus
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Confronting Fear - Personally or Socially

“Fear lets us know that we are in danger. However, after that initial warning, we must push fear to the side – and act or perform accordingly…”

Dear friends, 

 Now, from the start, I must say that I am not talking about unexplainable, self-absorbed, psychological fears. One may be able to fight fears like acrophobia (heights), for example, to some extent. However, such concerns, while not necessarily limiting a person from all height-linked activities may still remain somewhat intact for many other situations. To be sure, avoiding confrontations with psychological fears, in some cases, may very well be the best choice, until one gets some psychiatric help. Therefore, I am speaking of genuine more unavoidable dangers that are/were initiated by another person. 

 In his classic work, A Philosophical Enquiry into the Origin of Our Ideas of the Sublime and Beautiful, Edmund Burke wrote,"No passion so effectually robs the mind of all its powers of acting and reasoning as fear. For fear being an apprehension of pain or death, it operates in a manner that resembles actual pain. Whatever therefore is terrible, with regard to sight, is sublime too, whether this cause of terror be endued with greatness of dimensions or not; for it is impossible to look on any thing as trifling, or contemptible, that may be dangerous.."

When I teach people how to fight, whether they are ordinary people or karate black belts (of whom I've taught many, including the guy who has since helped popularize the new martial art form called MMA, Kirik Jenness), I have found that the most effective way of getting people to address their fears (that is, inadequacies and insecurities about the "terror" of which Burke spoke above) is to help them understand that, while fear is usually looked upon as a negative emotion or impulse, it can actually be a great thing, inasmuch as fear lets us know that we are in danger. However, after that initial warning, we must push fear to the side - and act or perform accordingly, in a manner that allows us to maintain our integrity, dignity and self-respect. Otherwise, by keeping the fear, you are undermining your own ability to either act or perform well, that is, be yourself. Again, fear has absolutely NO use, after it gives you the initial warning!

Now, to be sure, that can be and usually is a tall order to confront fear. And it’s especially true, when fear comes into various social relationships, whether husband/wife, boyfriend/girlfriend, parent/child, siblings, classmate/bully, employer/employee, fellow workers, or landlord/tenant, for example.
Of course, people have to eat and live somewhere, and so forth, so they have to be tactful. Consequently, sometimes a person is forced to avoid an employer’s insults, rather than confront such a person/boss, just as a someone who suffers from acrophobia avoids mountain climbing. As well, many landlords act as if they are their tenants’ employers. And people do have to have roofs over their heads.

 Hence, confronting the fear of being unemployed or homeless, especially if one has others to whom s/he is responsible, can often, at best, call for one to simply have the courage to  approach an attorney, for consultation.

Still, our reactions to any particular incidents are culturally-defined, just as our appreciation or lack thereof are, regarding anything with which our minds, as well as our five senses, come into contact, depending upon that which we have experienced as individuals through our familial and social interactions. This is most evident, when a European American who is sitting in a car, whether the vehicle is moving or parked, pushes his or her car door's lock button down, as an African American approaches.

Confronting fear is tough, but please don’t forget: The other person is experiencing some kind of fear too. After all, there are no tough guys out here really. That’s why there are so many prisons and cemeteries. Those are the places where all of the folks who thought they were “tough” land. I mean, have you ever seen a perp, murder suspect or pick pocketer, give a tough look at the person in the black robe (judge), when, s/he is asked to enter a plea? Very humble. Eh? “Not guilty your honor.”, is mumbled. And whether they are professional boxers or simply people on the street, both contestants put their hands up, because they each have a reason for concern - fear. Therefore, please pay no attention to tough looks. Such impressions mean nothing, and can hurt no one. As well, as it is when one has a toothache, s/he can put off going to the dentist for a day or two, until s/he cannot stand the pain any longer. Yet, when finally leaving the dentist’s office, the relieved person always soliloquizes, “I should have done this two days ago.”

 In any case, the inner powers of mental stamina (as opposed to the outer power of physical stamina) and patience will surely bring results that one can appreciate, if not enjoy. In other words, regardless of how favorable or unfavorable the outcome is, when confronting fear, you will maintain the three hallmarks of self-esteem that were mentioned at the outset: Integrity, dignity and self-respect. Moreover, take a chance, be patient, think the situation through, and then act accordingly.

 Cheers!

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Wednesday, November 20, 2013

An Open Letter about the upcoming Nina Simone "blackface" biopic


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I'M BOYCOTTING JILL SCOTT, ON EVERY LEVEL!!!



My dear friends,

What will it take for the majority of African Americans to develop a sense of DIGNITY????

On the link below is a story that shows why so many people confuse being an artist with being an entertainer. Jill Scott is NOT an artist, in defending the latest Hollywood filth.

Liberation" - Dr. Barbara Love

G. Djata Bumpus
http://thegrio.com/2012/10/03/jill-scott-says-zoe-saldana-can-play-nina-simone-with-prosthetic-nose-and-some-darker-makeup/#s:nina-simone-zoe-saldana-16x9
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Saturday, November 16, 2013

New Health Care Initiative? How about Racism and Medicine?

(originally published 2/24/09) "By 1938, the situation had grown so dire that Dr. Louis T. Wright of Harlem Hospital declared, “The A.M.A. has demonstrated as much interest in the health of the Negro as Hitler has in the health of the Jew.”




Dear friends,

The piece on the link below came out last year (2008). However, I deliberately waited to post the link to it on this blog until President Obama was in office. Our health care system suffers from far more than simply how the businesses that run the aforementioned system get paid. Moreover, aside from the fact that mental health is not covered in the same context as its physical counterpart, when, at least, as much of both our personal and social maladies emanate from our mentally unhealthy society, the persistence of racism in the way that many are cared for - and by whom, should be addressed. Is that a problem for an African American president? If so, why?

One Love,
G. Djata Bumpus
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/29/health/views/29essa.html?ex=1218254400&en=86180c2260b5574c&ei=5070&emc=eta1
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Thursday, November 14, 2013

A Father's message to young parents and others [Raising your daughter(s), Pt. 3] - first posted 11/25/08


In light of the recent Sarah Palin spectacle, how can you teach your daughter that she is equal to everyone else in capabilities, based upon the reality that everyone has both strengths and weaknesses?



Dr. Namandje Ne'fertiti Bumpus
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Dear friends,

In light of the recent Sarah Palin spectacle, how can you teach your daughter that she is equal to everyone else in capabilities, based upon the reality that everyone has both strengths and weaknesses?

The first thing that you have to do is start teaching her to be comfortable with making judgments and decisions. As human beings, we are always making judgments, just to walk up a flight of stairs, or put the "right" amount of food on a fork, for that matter.

Nevertheless, ours is a sexist society that deliberately has its institutions set up to make girls and women feel inferior, so that men can have a false sense of superiority and, thus, hide their insecurities and inadequacies. Yet, those inner fears of males have a great deal to do with murder, lecherous greed, and other insults that people impose on one another that are so rampant in human civilization.

Therefore, as her father, you must give your daughter(s) the space to take chances and make judgments on her own, instead of doing everything for her or babying her. These days, there are many activities, including various games and sports that she can play and, simultaneously, gain confidence in her ability to make good choices.

What happens far too often, unfortunately, is: Many men tend to pamper their daughters to the point where the latter feel insecure about decision-making, because their “Daddy” always takes care of everything. By her teenage years, she meets some knucklehead who is trying to impress her by “taking charge – and care - of her”. The girl becomes comfortable with that, because she learned that a little whining or whatever she did to manipulate her father gets her whatever it is that she wants. Then, for whatever reason, the boy does not deliver. Or, even worse, gets her involved in something that alters the direction of her life. Before long, she begins to feel that every time she makes a decision, it is the “wrong” one. Next, comes the depression, distrust for others, alcohol, pills and other drugs, as she tries to run from herself. Meanwhile, she continues to find herself in relationships where someone else makes the decisions (e.g., spending money) for her.

The other day, during a phone conversation with my middle child (now adult) and oldest daughter who is a professor and medical scientist at Johns Hopkins School of Medicine, she mentioned that even while doing sports, many young girls are afraid to take chances. She gave an example about having to deal with that when she coached a young girl's basketball team a few years back, and how the boys would dive after the loose ball, but the girls (often having been told to not "scrape up" their knees by their mothers) would just let the ball roll right by them. I asked her to write it down, and this is what she had to say, below:

The point I was making was not about them not wanting to scrape their knees. I don't think they even thought that far ahead because it was such a programmed response, and it has nothing to do with that. It is so much bigger than that, and to say that they didn't dive for simple fear of scraping their knees is much like saying (as you always taught me) that celebrating Black History Month is only about noting the accomplishments and inventions of individuals.

It is a minor thread of an intricately woven fabric. It has to do with creating this distinct line between how girls (
women) and how boys (men) are supposed to act with respect to their roles in society. It is complete nonsense. To say that a man should be paying for something because he is male and it is his job is to accept that women should also play into the role of being less capable.

Gender is much different than sex and we have to eliminate it. Sex is, of course, biologically relevant but gender roles are social constructions that are completely out-dated. We cannot be okay with getting rid of some and not getting rid of others. Instead of this idea of what a "
man" is or a "woman" is, which means nothing, we all need to be viewed simply as human beings with the ability and responsibility to contribute equally to society.

Particular interactions and relationships, therefore, must be governed by principles. They should not be connected by gender-related expectations. For instance , equal pay for equal work and the acknowledgment that decisions regarding monetary contributions to the household should be based on financial health and strength and not gender. There are obvious biological differences between males and females. Certainly, males and females are not the same. However, those differences have no bearing on my ability or responsibility with regard to paying a mortgage, dinner bill or engaging in service to my community and society.


Those are my thoughts, basically; you have heard it before.

Namandje

Thanks, Dr. Bumpus. Enough said.

Peace & Love,

G. Djata Bumpus
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Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Looking back: Sandy Banks on Michael Vick's Humane Move (oruginally posted 7/26/12)


"The story of Philadelphia Eagles QB Michael Vick has been covered by the mainstream media pretty well. He was convicted of cruelty to animals (dog-fighting), served time, and returned to te NFL as a star.
Dear friends, "

The story of Philadelphia Eagles QB Michael Vick has been covered by the mainstream media pretty well. He was convicted of cruelty to non-human animals (dog-fighting), served time, and returned to the NFL as a star. However, what hasn't been given so much notice is his well-earned redemption for the bad deeds of which he was guilty, until now. On the link below, the legendary Los Angeles Times columnist Sandy Banks delivers her usual informative, thought-provoking, and inspirational account of Vick's salvation . Enjoy!

G. Djata Bumpus

http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-0724-banks-vick-dogs-20120724,0,4170119.column
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Monday, November 11, 2013

Honoring Our Fighting Men and Women on Veteran's Day

"...there has hardly been a single skirmish in North American history, over the past three centuries or twelve grandmothers' lifetimes, in which African American soldiers have not either killed or been killed or wounded.''
Dear friends,

The outstanding African American scholar and historian Vincent Harding has written, "...it was on the edges of our continent that the long struggle for Black freedom began." - There is a River

Each Memorial Day we mark the beginning of summertime and cookouts. There is, to some extent, as well, the remembrance of US soldiers who have died in battles for both freedom and profit.

However, throughout the festivities, most people in the United States take for granted the security that we enjoy. Yet, it is in no small part due to the historic courage of African American soldiers fighting alongside their non-African American counterparts (who before the war of Independence, were mostly British, with some German and Dutch - no Irish, Italinn, Polish, or Jewish ones), whether in segregated or non-segregated units, that has brought us to this present point of relative peace and prosperity.

To be sure, the roles of people of African descent began with our predecessors fighting on both sides of the various conflicts. Still, even though our forebears fought on both sides, they have helped to liberate all North Americans.

For example, in The Negro in Colonial New England, author Lorenzo Johnston Greene cites that one year prior to the Declaration of Independence, ‘’when Paul Revere and William Dawes aroused the Massachusetts countryside on that memorable night of April 18 - they called Negro as well as white Minutemen to the defense of American liberties.’’ Peter Salem of Framingham, Job Potomea and Isaiah Barjonah of Stoneham, Cuff Whitemore of Cambridge were a few of the many African American warriors who rode with Revere and others in the now famous call to arms against British imperialism.

Of course, although African American soldiers have become part of a military force that, throughout time, has served as more of an enemy to them than a friend, the reasons for these Black soldiers fighting has rarely been mercenary. Instead, as many of their European American counterparts have done, Black soldiers fight, not only for the pay, but out of a genuine feeling of "fighting for freedom" in the abstract, along with the opportunity to feel powerful as individuals, in a seemingly powerless existence.

In any case, hardly ever mentioned, if not avoided altogether, in discussions concerning the African American experience are the historic roles of African American women in preserving the heritage of our people in the midst of a "double jeopardy", that is, being African American and a woman. (see essay by Francis Beale called "Double Jeopardy: To Be Black and Female"," from The Black Woman, edited by Toni Cade Bambara)

Although they have been victimized, historically, from almost everyone in society, African American women have continued to have an unchallenged influence on North America by virtue of the fact that they have preserved the African American culture, at times almost single-handedly.

Moreover, African American women are tough workers and great fighters. Lately, there has been a cry by Western feminists regarding all women being allowed to join active fighting units in the military. Of course, African American women have a long history of taking part in North American warfare, long before names like Harriet Tubman became widely known, and ever since, with warriors like the Black Panther Party’s and Black Liberation Army’s Assata Shakur (who now lives in Cuba).

Nevertheless, while the name of Sojourner Truth who on more than one occasion had to ask her European American counterparts, "Ain't I a woman?", is fairly recognizable, few are familiar with the story of Ida B. Wells. She was a genuine gun-toting liberator (in fact, she carried two guns).

After the lynching of three African American businessmen in her native Memphis, Tennessee, about 120 years or five generations ago, Wells began a personal crusade of justice for her people that included lectures, rallies and other forms of protest.

Additionally, readers should be reminded that Ida received a great deal of support from her African American sisters. She was no lone nut. Her fight lasted for decades (see When And Where I Enter, by Paula Giddings.)

At any rate, there has been hardly a single skirmish in North American history, over the past three centuries or twelve grandmothers' lifetimes, in which African American soldiers have not either killed or been killed or wounded. Yet, Black soldiers have not only been infantry fighters. For there have always been military leaders of African descent who have helped shape military campaigns or administrate both war and peacetime units. More importantly, African American soldiers, as a whole, have helped secure liberties, without which, few people who make up our current U.S. A. citizenry, would even have the opportunity to call themselves "American", much less "white."

Cheers!

Happy Veteran's Day!!!

G. Djata Bumpus
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