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oaklandia

i am in oakland!! i sprained the F^<> out of my ankle today so now i am hobbling around the bay...

orgasmo!! http://img.tapuz.co.il/forums/20354349.htm

i love oakland and the mission, cause they are funky and fresh. i get well-hosted in the bay by my dear friend the honorable josie wulsin, who wins the chilled out hottie numero uno award for picking my up from l'airoporte d'oakland and showing me chez papa for dinner.  josie is smart and beautiful and funny and awesome, and in addition now works at bioneers, which is this cutting edge organization that highlights the work of folks creating the real tools for sustainable change. www.bioneers.org.

now i'm sitting in downtown oakland processing life. here are some of the things factoring into this processing:

- roberts was confirmed today. delay was indicted and quit his post. bill bennett (former reagan admin secretary of EDUCATION) was quoted saying if you aborted all black babies it would cut crime rates. 'Bennett conceded that aborting all African-American babies "would be an impossible, ridiculous, and morally reprehensible thing to do," then added again, "but the crime rate would go down."' - Media Matters

overall, not a good day for the white race.
(good days include the day Bono was born)
(i also track bad days for others, too. equal opportunity historian at your service)

- several people closest to me have said in the past couple of days that i am working too hard and keeping them at a distance, that i am more intimate here that i am with any one person. and here is today's horoscope from ny press:

Virgo Aug. 23-Sept. 22

As a writer, I always have to figure out how to edit my words, boil and distill them to their most concise and potent substance. It's not just a matter of fitting into a certain space, although that's a consideration (certainly with an astrology column). It's also about holding people's interest, speaking with an authentic voice, and not wasting people's time with too much unnecessary information or bullshit. You've got a lot of fluff floating around right now. You're losing credibility by sharing every minute and mundane detail of your existence. That's not intimacy, that's over-familiarity. Figure out what's important and fascinating about your life; share that, and mostly edit out the rest.

all of this makes me think i need to inspect the decks

- i saw mr. and mrs. smith and i loved it. like LOVED it. i watched it on a plane as a totally captive watche, which i don't do very often. but i love angelina and brad, the scene where they kick ass and then do the dirty  was particularly stimulating.

- as a side note to this, i was watching the movie sitting next to a plane farter. my friend jenn loves to reference a story we witnessed once of a train farter, and i have to list this as a pet peeve. we've all seen the plane farter - they either list to one side or the other to let the fart slip out, or grind their hips down into the seat next to you, and in the next moment a funk emerges. and as the trip progresses there is no denying that the funk has a name, and it's 'neighbor-fart'. PET PEEVE!

- i love my mama!

woah

um - i don't even know what to say - the response to yesterday's post has been amazing...its up on daveyd.com and nyc.indymedia.org and being forwarded around and i am hearing from mad people...bananas! i am very moved by this response, and honored to have been in the right place at the right time with a camera and some words!

my mom's in town and i must now go to her!

peace
dre

dispatch from dc

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I am finally at a web connection after a powerful night and powerful morning. As you may know, I am not a fan of marches in general, because they don't turn out people of color in large numbers and often there is not a clear sense of accountability associated with the use of people's time. My girl Malia Lazu has written up a brilliant missive on this, which I will try to get a hold of and share with you. But direct action that is purposeful and well-planned, I love. And Cornell at the front of the march is a nice sight - see the pic I took...

This morning I got to be a part of a direct action here in D.C. in which Cindy Sheehan and Cornell West got arrested, organized by Rev. Sekou, with the Code Pink ladies and the Military Families Speak Out group. We gathered at the church on 16th and P for inspiration and song, then marched over. I switched between talking media strategy with Davey D, and then following him around taking pictures as he interviewed folks, and then starting up songs in the crowd. The focal point for me was the Clergy and Laity Concerned About Iraq - religious leaders from all over, including Christian, Buddhist, Muslim and Jewish leaders. Folks spoke and sang, laid on hands, raised blessings, and marched right up to the White House and sat down to be arrested. The police then came and started (and are still doing so as I write this) arrested mothers who have lost their babies in Iraq for asking to speak to the man who sent those babies into the desert from which they would not return. I stayed with them, taking pictures and singing, until the last minute. My mom's in from Japan and wouldn't fogive me for spending one of our two nights together in jail.

I was at Riverside Church when I first got hear Celeste Zappala speak. Her son was the first Pennsylvania National Guardsman to die in combat since World War  II. I was so moved I nearly wept, but poured the tears into my song instead. Last night, at the Washington Monument, I got the honor of singing to open the program. Celeste was next to me, and when I sat down I just had to put my arm around her. She said, "It seems like these tears will never stop."

Today I found her in the crowd again, alone and crying. She is trying to speak up through her grieving and she moves me, perhaps because she looks like my own mother, like anyone's mom. She and Cindy Sheehan, who I also got to meet and build with this weekend, are such normal, every day type people. And the bravest people I know. I think of Celeste, calling through her grief, calling a warning, trying to stop other families from experiencing the grief and pain, the story that she is carrying. Again today I held her in my arms, and I can't express in words what it feels like to hold someone who is carrying around that combination of emotion, to whom the front lines have come, unbidden.

Last night, before the Interfaith Service, I was at the Green Festival for the panel of women writers for 'Stop the Next War Now'. I mistakenly thought it was a book signing, and when I got there it was actually a series of speeches, so I wrote one quickly - there is so much in my heart right now, as I and those closest to me go through changes and the swift maturation of tragedy and grief close to home.

In my speech I said we are living with the New Gulf War, the Gulf Coast War here on American soil. It's a civil war exposed, a race war, a class war, a war of history against the present. Every casualty is a civilian, and now so many are American. Those who go to document the stories come back shocked and speechless, breaking down. Now is the time to listen to the silence, see what's in the absence, ACT for those who are paralyzed by their circumstances.

This is a personal war for me, not just because my father has been in the ARMY my whole life, and I have seen the silencing of military culture, how hard it is to speak against the norms of your community...not just because my roots are Deep Southern and I am deeply aware of the segregation bred into the hearts of good people there, the honesty and pace of change there...but because everywhere I turn now I see the constancy of this period of history writ on people's faces, either as terror, hopelessness or denial. We have time for none of that, we have time only for waking up.

In my speech I also said I had good news. And I do...good news about the resistance of giving, that in the wake of the tragedy it was clear we had everything we needed to sustain our own communities. When the government refused to go to the heart of the tragedy, average people rode past them with rescue, with water, food, clothing, offers of homes and transportation and money. And that giving was from poor, rich, white, black, children to elders, all giving as they were able.

Now, we have to get out of the habit of only mobilizing to protect and sustain our communities when it's too late and the bodies are floating, are bombed, are buried. The oppression we fight is organized to operate daily. Our resistance must be daily. That's what I said.

I got to meet Ysaye Barnwell from Sweet Honey in the Rock and recruited her as my mentor for the movement singing stuff. At the gathering last night the Noble Peace Prize winner Mairead Corrigan spoke of the work they did in Belfast...I am so moved by these people, all these everyday people who have responded to the violence of the modern world with courage and creativity, reconciliation and resistance and love.

Speaking of love...I saw the heartbreaker. It was amazing the way normal interactions after a chaos can be. We fell into some comfort, but I held my heart like a deck of cards, schizophrenic directions but all close in my hand. I can see a future in which we're cool with each other for real. Not right this second, cause I cannot lie and say its butterflies dipped in rose honey to see him, he's having hard times and my instinct to swoop and save is deep. But he's a man, and I have faith he'll get it together. He's surviving. We all are.

Overall I just feel inspired. The faith community is coming together, the youth community is coming together, the heartbreakers are coming together, and tomorrow I attend a meeting in which the voter organizing training community is coming together. This is no time to mope and feel sorry for yourself. Do better than that. The world is turning and people are getting up and moving forward, this is the time, we are the people.

For inspiration watch the middle passage of Chris Rock's Never Scared. It's not too late to figure out whatever the hell you could contribute to this moment and make it happen. Don't fall into the well of self that gives nothing to the world. Live!! It's on and poppin!

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and here's what i had written up before all the work began:

Required Listening to be my friend right now: Joni Mitchell 'Both Sides Now'; Missy Elliott 'Can't Stop', 'Teary-Eyed' and 'We Run This'

Jiggle drama: I’m sitting in the union station in

d.c.

listening to kanye and being tired and hung-over and a bit out of sorts. I went out last night to BirthDAG and accidentally ended up sippin’ on some sizurp and involving myself in a conversational grindfest. Y’all know what I’m talking about, when u haven’t seen someone in a while so you have to have a really loud catching up conversation over the music while simultaneously grinding as inappropriately on each other as possible until a good friend pulls you out the door by the seat of your drunk ass pants? You know what I mean? You live in my lap style.

The grindin is in no way the drama, grindin with someone who can keep up and work it out, is one of my favorite things in life, plus I earned some cab money home! so bup bup J-Mar on the boogy…

However! I have a signature jiggle I do – introduced it three years ago at the first ever Virgo Bash – which I think just might have popped a whole vertebrae out of wack. I have been massaging myself – on the train, bus, plane, train and walk I’ve already taken on this remarkable Sunday. It isn’t helping, I just want to cry, it hurts.

But!!! I heard from that woman in

Ohio

. She’s been in her head, her process, but we got to have a moment. A couple - she holla'd and I holla'd and I made her laugh and that made me happy...She is such a brilliant fabulous woman, on the real. she’s the type of woman who asks you for things, and you are like yes, yes, yes and can I give you more? Then you realize after the fact how much it means, how much she needs. Wish me luck readers!

And next week I get to see my

Cali

make-out buddy. I could almost call this dispatches from the cut, where i'm laid up. Almost! :)

10 questions...

1. do the fugees have a new song?

http://s40.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0GPAYM9N039CO30I5XSBG2AQMW

2. did shane get drunk and pass out in the hallway of (and by hallway i mean door between hallway and living room) --- cumberland the other night?

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3. did my grandmother send me a little housecoat just like hers for my birthday present which i am now rockin non-stop and LOVING??

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4. Did my sister April send me both fun and practical presents??

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5. and did my sister autumn give me a gorgeous plant which i've named robespierre:

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6. what is my dad's favorite way to spend time?

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7. am i soooooo proud to work at the league these days??

The_billboard"The billboard created by Working Assets and the League of Independent Voters -- and inspired and funded by the DailyKos community -- landed on Grover Norquist's doorstep at 1920 L St. this morning just in time for his infamous weekly "Wednesday meeting" of the conservative elite."

8. how hot is missy elliott's latest album?

i know i'm a bit late but i always gots to wait for my girl celeste to get albums before i can have albums knaw mean? key tracks: teary-eyed, lose control, and this song called can't stop...some hotty sexy songs...mmmmmmmissy!!

9. should you join me in d.c. this weekend?

first of if you ain't know there's a BIG march this weekend against the war, so if you're in DC tomorrow das what's up...

and then on sunday from 4-5:30pm i'll be at the washington convention center for the DC green festival (an explosion of green friendly business and lifestyle concepts and displays and products) doing a book signing for 'stop the next war now', a book i contributed to put out by code pink. see http://greenfestivals.com/

and then i'll run over to the washington monument for the special service put together by my boy the reverend sekou which starts at 6:30pm. i'm first on the program so if you comin come on time! here's the program:

Music, Adrienne Maree Brown;
Processional;
Invocation, Rabbi Arthur Waskow, Director, The Shalom Center;
Music, Freda Payne;

Prayer of Remembrance, Cindy Sheehan and Celeste Zappala, Co-Founders Gold Star Families for Peace;
Prayer of Resistance, Rev. Dr.
Rita Brock, Co-Director, Faith Voices for the Common Good;
Occasion, Rev. Osagyefo Uhuru Sekou, National Coordinator Clergy and Laity Concerned about Iraq; 
Poem of Peace, Drew Dellinger, Poet, Poets for Global Justice;
 Traditions of Peace:
- Rev. Michael Banks, Bishop,
Mennonite Council of New   York
- Rev. Dr. Joan Brown-Campbell, Director of Religious Life
, Chautauqua Community
- El Hajj Talib Abdur-Rashid, Imam, Mosque of Islamic Brotherhood
- Mairead Maguire, 1976 Nobel Peace Laureate
- Rabbi Michael Lerner, Editor, Tikkun Magazine 
- Ve. Suhita Dharma, Chua Dieu Phap Temple in San Gabriel, California 
Future of Peace
- Rev. Claudia De la Cruz, Community Organizer, Dominican Women’s Development Center
- Rev. Lennox Yearwood, President, Hip Hop Caucus
- Rev. Emilee Whitehurst, Executive Director, Austin Area Inter-religious Association
- Rev. Grayland Hagler, President, Ministers  for Racial and Economic Justice
Sermon on Remembrance and Resistance
- Dr. Cornel West, Honorary Co-Chair, Clergy and Laity Concerned about
Iraq
Prayer of Blessings
-  Shamsi Ali, Deputy Imam, Islamic Cultural
Center of New York
Buddhist Peace Fellowship
Benediction

10. is this blog a bit all over?

naw tricks, its just over :)

 

cable...hee hee

Stardate 9-22-05 

First of all, a toast to Shane, who made it home last night!

And to my dear

Sofia, who is so brave these days in more ways than I can expound upon!

And to Lopeti, who shamelessly stood in front of Sofia’s house shouting her name till we let him in.

And to Jen, who makes the best lentils this side of…the Mississippi?

And to Janine, for noticing that we should toast Citizen Cope, who has a song from his last album recorded at least a year ago with the prescient words “I’m building this levee, on the Mississippi, before I die in an unmarked grave.”  Shiver!

And now a story:

I have cable!

Well. I have basic cable. Like the channels I got with bunny ears but clearer. Not even like BCAT and MNN.

Cono. 

Yesterday I walked over to have a late lunch with Sofia and watch the cosby show for a second, and when I walked back up to my house my new floormate was standing in front of the house like ‘Thank God You’re Here!’ Suspicion…

I say floormate very intentionally. I live on the 3rd floor of a brownstone where I have half the floor, and share the bathroom {which is only accessible from the hall) with the person across the hall. I am trying to make this clear to the floormate, who seems to have more the sense that we are roommates who each have our own kitchen.

When she first moved in she came over to tell me she’d bought some toilet paper. I told her that was smart! She paused like I was supposed to offer her some $ but I looked at it was the cheap rough toilet paper. I smiled and backed away.

Then when I found the gorgeous goldsheet topped coffee table I now have in my room, she suggested we take it to a furniture store and get it made into two, since she’d been looking for just such a table. I laughed at her and said, OH ____, you goof! Holding the smile, I backed away.

So now she was getting cable and did I mind if they had to come through my room?

No, I don’t mind. (inside: me cable es tu cable?)

I get up to my room and the cutie cable guy follows me. Psst, psst – the floormate gestures desperately from outside in the hallway for what can only be called hustle huddle numero uno.

Yo, so ask the dude if we can get a splitter on there if we give him a big ass tip. Then we can just each pay like $25 for like 200 stations!

{Pet peeve, white people who say yo to me, but don’t say yo to anyone else I hear them speak to. All yo or no yo, dammit!} 

Methinks for a minute….You getting HBO? 

No, but –

Floormate continues talking but I am not hearing it. I am not paying for 200 non-HBO stations. I’m not even gonna ask for the splitter. Shee-it – I have bunny ears that work just fine and

Sofia has real, HBO, on-demand cable. I smile politely and back away, sympathetically.

I am talking with, and probably flirting with, the cable guy. Not for the splitter but because he is nice and cute and has ties to Detroit, a city about which I maintain a deep curiosity. When he gets near my TV he installs a splitter Of His Own Accord with a wink and a smile.

The roommate’s boyfriend, who apparently lives there too for now, not that I mind but like who’s you?, pokes his head in, gestures me into the hallway for hustle huddle number 2.

So he put in a splitter eh? That’s cool, I think we should all split that cheap right down the middle! 

Now here’s my line of reasoning…A. Is there a we that involves you? B. I didn’t get cable installed. I’m doin a favor letting them drill through my house. C. The dude just put on a splitter OHOA but at best, there’s no HBO. I don’t want to pay half for some busted ass regular tv.

Drama starts creeping up near my ankle…I aim Sofia and she says quickly – “This will lead to bad blood.”

Then I remember! If there’s no box then I can only have the most basic of cable!

So I tell dude, ‘No, I’ll only get the basic like 10 stations, not your package. Cause there’s no box, see, so there’s no cable, see.’

Whew, all clear, back to not caring at all! 

I back into my room, smiling, and wink wink at the cable guy, who I’ve learned hails from Crown Heights originally and agrees that cable without HBO is just foolishness.

Amazingly, there is a hustle huddle number 3, which occurs when the floormate comes out her face and walks into the room, picks up my remote and starts clicking through to see which channels I get.

!!!

Now she has tried to keep up a nice façade to this point, but I have tried even harder, by not shoving her forcefully out of my room.

I mean if you have the basic cable spread, then we can split it like –

(Passive aggressive tension DRIPPING from each word) _____ - I’m not going to split anything with you? I am going to tip him for putting a splitter on, but I am just getting the stations I had a little clearer. I think that’s a fair exchange for letting you drill and cable through my house. Now I must work…please, please go.

The floormate then had an internal moment of reckoning which I could clearly see – am I cheap enough to continue to push this, or is she bout to beat mah azz? She smiled super sweetly and backed out of the room.

Leaving me to wonder…if I got a cable box…

never ending story

oh i could come from so many directions today...

i could talk about the fact that i am singing at the washington monument on sunday at 6:30!! someone who heard me at riverside asked me to come do the same thing for this anti-war service there. someone else asked for a demo to slip to a house producer :) mama i want to sing.

i could talk about the battle with the small-but-gaining-in-size roaches i found upon returning home today. i went to heat up some odd chicken franks in my toaster {note: don't buy cheap chicken franks. when i went to open the bag it had filled up nearly to bursting with air and then didn't cook well at all} and several roaches of unusual size came running out from under it. appalled, i sprayed roach spray all over the toaster, which i suppose means i now have to throw it away or else risk poisoning myself. cono. roach spray is so not helpful. it kills the roaches but only after you've sprayed it on all your precious things. the roach factor has me slapping my own body like a post-pcp chris tucker in the pot classic 'friday'.

i could talk about seeing adriana today, with her album of wedding photos that took me back to the joyous occasion of her wedding last month. she is on her way to bangalore, the world is a row of open doors before her and each holds a blessing.

one of her wedding pictures showed me to be shrekian next to her, which made me recommit to eating salads only for 20 months. starting...tomorrow. yeah.

i could talk about today's work - my first draft of a piece called the league theory of change which includes our 6 point model. its not done yet, but its fairly comprehensive and i feel pretty excited about it. i think its the first...theory? i've ever written. and my coworker celeste is on super point, which is always fun to work with.

i could write about my me-so-ignant moment today. i put in house of flying daggers and realized after two minutes that i just didn't want to watch subtitles. so i put it on english dub and was totally satisfied with the experience. then i put on the motorcycle diaries and as it had no dubbed english version i lost the storyline several times. gael looked fine but...after the chile part i have only snapshots of his journey. this may have something to do with the fact that to get internet in my house i have to work with my back to the t.v. and turn around to see it - so it's like movies on radio...

i could talk about my two favorite songs right now. it's been a while since i gave u lyrics of the week so here goes...one is percy sledge - his voice sounds unbelievably tender on the recording and the song is so sweet:

(Come softly, darling)
(Come to me, sta-ay)
(You're my ob-session)
(For ever and a da-ay)

I want, want you to kno-o-ow
I love, I love you so
Please hold, hold me so tight
All through, all through the night..

(Speak softly, darling)
(Hear what I sa-ay)
(I love you always)
(Always, always)

I've waited, waited so long
For your kisses and your love
Please come, come to me
>From up, from up above

(Come softly, darling)
(Come softly, darling)
I need, need you so much
Wanna feel your wa-arm touch

and it may seem i'm stalling but i also want to share with you the lyrics of the other song which, in a totally RANDOM name coincidence, is by sister sledge, and its called thinkin of you:

Everybody let me tell you ‘bout my love
Brought to you by an angel from above
Full equipped with a lifetime guarantee
Once you try it, I am sure that you’ll see          

[Without love] There’s no reason to live
            [Without you] And what would I do with the love I give
            [All my lovin’] To you I’ll be giving
            And I promise, yes I’ll do, as long as I’m living

         

I’m thinking of you and the things you do to me
            That makes me love you, now I’m living in ecstasy
            Hey, it’s you and the things you do to me
            That makes me love you, now I’m living in ecstasy

         

All the time he makes me glad that I’m alive
            Together we will survive
            What do you think brought the sun out today
            It’s my baby, oh, help me sing

         

[Without love] Without love there’s no reason to live
            [Without you] Oh, what would I do with the love I give
            [All my lovin’] To you I’ll be giving
            And I promise, yes I’ll do, as long as I’m living

         

I’m thinking of you and the things you do to me
            That makes me love you, now I’m living in ecstasy
            Hey, it’s you and the things you do to me
            That makes me love you, now I’m living in ecstasy

         

I’m in love again
            And it feels so, so good

         

Hey, it’s you and the things you do to me
            That makes me love you, now I’m living in ecstasy
            Yeah, it’s you [You and the things you do to me] and I
            [That makes me love you] That makes me love you [Now I’m living             in ecstasy], oh
            It’s you, you, you [And the things you do to me], yeah
            [That makes me love you] That makes me love you [Now I’m living             in ecstasy], ey...hey...

and it goes on in that vein - dj cosi put it on a mix sofia let me burn off her. it and the song 'baby i'm scared of you' by womack & womack {houdini was a great magician, he could crack a lock from any position, but my heart is nothing like those locks...i don't believe in magic, i believe in love everlasting} are ALWAYS good.

so...maybe cause i was listening to all that non-stop, or maybe cause i was feelin all bad ass for all the balance i have in multiple low-key relationships right now that made me forget to keep my little wall up inside...er, um, sigh...ok readers, i have a confession!

let's call this confession the return of the heartbreaker. not in his original role mind you, but i think we may finally attempt a true friendship. what can i say? i just had a visceral experience of loss and missing him this weekend on my way home from florida, a vision of all the wrong turns we'd both taken and a dream to start again somehow, to save the pieces of our friendship that weren't rotten. i felt this need for him in my life physically surge through me, it moved me to tears.

{yes, i am that dramatic to cry lookin out a plane window}
{and then dramatically scrawl my thoughts in a journal i hold awkwardly so other passengers can't see these passionate mumblings}
{and then decide that though my heart is only partially mended, coffee and a hug are not an unreasonable next step}.

i have never been one to write off those i have loved, it is illogical to me that you can be so close to someone and then have them absent from your life while they are still on this earth. even if the contact is rare, even if it is bittersweet, that person is a mirror to your most humbled soul and it seems wrong to break completely. so...i suppose i conjured him - today he appeared online and we both spilled it out, the desire to reconnect, the silly small pieces of life that were piling up in us that no one else wanted or needed to hear.

love may never have been the right idea, it may have always been best friends. but isn't that line the cloudiest of all?

in other news, i see my mama this weekend and she'll be here all next week for the final piece of my birthday month celebration!!

in more other news, check out www.colorofchange.org - a black web action initiative.

PEACE

days in the swampland

i stayed an extra day down here and thank goodness. we were at this amazing space called amen ra's for the second day of figuring out next steps for tallahassee. the space includes a wide open room for dance and yoga, an afrikan book store, a stage for performances and more. freshly painted and decorated, we were surrounded by reminders of divinity, prayer, ancestors and power.

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i picked cards out of the bookstore with my numerology (i'm a 6-day person), african astrology (i'm the traveler), egyptian astrology (i'm the nile), plus got some chewsticks. 

then, tucked safe away from the oppressive inappropriate heat, i got to watch lots of amazing smart energy go into thinking about building the movement in tallahassee. then, since tally is all about education and outreach, we spent time learning the basics of being a good trainer. we had young folks, older folks, folks who say they aren't political, folks who kept one fist in the air and rocked t-shirts of lynched black men at original 'freak-niks'.

we did this one story-telling exercise where folks were supposed to trace their history and politicization, and the first person who got up to tell their story shared that he had almost lost one of his balls, and went on to explain what exactly had happened in - dare i say - fairly graphic detail. its times like this i pull god aside and thank her once again for letting me do this for a living. 

it has been so inspirational to be in a strong young black community. especially with all that's been going on lately, its a beautiful thing to be here in florida in the swamp with black folks who are entering the black power space of their organizer selves. the smiles and hope, indignance, pride, naivete, patience and self-awareness is all so inspirational. its good to see smiles and warmth on the faces of your people sometimes, instead of grief, hunger, abandonment.

even in leandra's apartment complex where folks are not so much on a political tip, but more on a crack-laced blunts in short shorts tip... everyone speaks and clowns and looks out for each other.

tonight we had a sushi dinner. it was leandra, who i turned on to the league; zahra, who leandra turned on to the league, and shamilia, who zahra + leandra turned on to the league and who is the next point person for tallahassee and a natural born leader. four generations of network!

and then this is the beautiful brilliant boy named maleek who took mercy on me and called stalemate after taking me to task in checkers. i started off all gassed up till we kinged everything and then he cornered me - i slipped out when he said, 'that was fun, but can we play chess?':

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leandra has helped me deepen my latest song creation - 'what's yo gov't name?' and we want to cut the track with lots of folks on there who use stage names spitting lyrics about their names of birth. the hook basically goes: 'what yo gov't name, what yo gov't name, from your b.c. to your d.l. i know that isht done changed, fess it up {say ma what's up}, what yo gov't name?' i've been told i don't have the face to pull this off...i want to add this creation to the world, but i watched lots of young jeezy type videos last night and hated most of it, so am hesitant to perpetuate a repetitive boring strand of hip-hop. sigh.

i heard rumors today...one, that beyonce knowles and kelly rowland are actually sisters and kelly is one of matthew's extramarital babies. can anyone verify this??

and i read today that hugo chavez is planning to go around the u.s. government to get affordable gas to poor communities in the u.s., starting in chicago. 'His plan is to set aside 10% of the 800,000 barrels of oil produced by       the Citgo refineries and ship that oil directly to schools, religious       organizations and nonprofits in poor communities for distribution.' while the american gov't will undoubtedly find this a cause for erasing venezuela from the history books, i have to say the news made me throw two snaps up.

as kanye says:

we cain't afford no gas!
broke phi broke!

we ain't got it!

from tallahassee!

fam fam -

i'm down here in humid hot tallahassee, running from one air conditioned environment to another. this whole place is so sticky and laidback, reminds me of the swamps of south georgia where i did time as an innocent middle schooler who got taught everything i wasn't. i remember this gorgeous slow-faced black boy with big green eyes named snake who kept me on the phone, even though my boyfriend was this hottie named carlos who i was mostly too scared to look at. ah, tender twelve.

multi-dating - some things never change. my boy khari is here and we're getting to have deep convos about how hard it is to find folks to love, and date, and take care of and let take care of you...it's hard out there for a pimp, or for a perceived pimp who really just wants a movie partner with on point politics and sweet lips.

but anyway, now i am hear with the tallahassee league, who are seriously like the tallahassee new black panther party. they hope to bring some unity to the black community down here and they are all off the chains funny. we had one really productive day already with planning the league activities here, a newsletter and an outreach team. and i got some pics! here's my co-facilitator, k-mos:

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and here's leandra, zahra, shamalia, will campbell (of the marvelous milwaukee boyz, now in nashville at fisk u.) and the rest of the crew:

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i love these folks man. we went to a two year old's picnic after our meeting today and it was just this family of beautiful southern black folk, all with long locks from the oldest to the youngest. my camera was out of batteries. but it just brought me joy.

i'm staying at leandra's in a king size bed with 5 other folks and a snake in the house, and we've been laughing non-stop the whole time. 

i want to call y'alls attention to my boy mike's blog - he's writing some brilliant pieces right now and bryant brought him to my attention: http://www.talkindrum.blogspot.com/

everyone lift a prayer for my mom's close friend: her husband seems to have that quick quiet killer pancreatic cancer.

i spent the night before i left to tallahassee talking till 4am with my dear friend karynn while her dearest love adam paced about us smiling. i sometimes forget how good a conversation is when both folks come speeding into it and wanting to go deeper into each other's heads. gifts, gifts.

i got this little thing in my inbox which i thought i'd share, since i got a text ad the other day and was much troubled by it:

JUST A REMINDER...   31 days from today, cell phone numbers are being released to telemarketing companies and you will start to receive sale calls. To prevent this, call the following number from your cell phone: 888/382-1222. It is the National DO NOT CALL list. It will only take a minute of your time. It blocks your number for five (5) years. Or you can register on line at: www.donotcall.gov

ok i think that's it. i miss folks, will try and update again before i get home monday but wireless is hard to come by and it's all good with me :)

best believe i sweat out weaves

i worked parenthetically yesterday. woke up early and worked, then worked late at night. spent the whole middle of the day in the russian baths with my sis, karynn and malia. its a whole nother world there. steamed and salted and sweated and rubbed down and dipped and swedish showered and got things cracked and lost toxins and got peppermint exfoliated. i can't think of anyone who doesn't need this. you sweat lodge, you feel the toxins all leaving your body. mmmm. natural high for hours.

because of the good reaction to my riverside moment, i might sing at a service on the ellipse in dc for the anti-war march. i have to admit i am not big on marches personally. gatherings yes, protest yes. i always feel empty after walking around the way-too-white house. but if we could get a hundred thousand people all singing in unison we might just burst all the windows of that upper scale crack house anyway...

moyarwatch: its down to ferrer here in nyc for those who are watching.

everyone raise a fist and a prayer for folks going down south to help. if u have any media skills and can go down and gather materials as a witness holla! i know a few opportunities!

i was talking to someone dear this morning and they were feeling down about the state of the world with its skirt blown up by a hurricane. and the negative feelings were starting to build up. but i said and say, don't hate a people. love your own, understand who you and your people are and love them. if you act from love for your people, you cannot be broken. hate robs from you the rational ability to survive, makes you brittle and reactionary.

i'm re-reading 'prison writings' by leonard peltier and living/learning the idea that you humble yourself to love and serve the people which makes all things possible.  recommended reading for alla y'all.

also read this thing in vanity fair about a woman who died from cancer, what her life was like and what her thoughts on death were like: how valuable time becomes, how little you want to waste any of it. on that note - PEACE

the riverside of martin and arundhati

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before the evening event kofi annan, president chirac, amy goodman and others had a day of u.n. summit activities.

in the evening, my girl piper did a few of her song-poems as the opening for the night, then the former president of ireland mary robinson spoke, then wangari maathai...then this woman celeste who had lost her son the previous year in baghdad (age 30) spoke right before me. she opened the crowd UP with her raw, honest, heartfelt and intelligent critique and momentous urging for action.

i opened by quoting martin luther king jr from his anti-war speech during the vietnam war - the greatest purveyor of violence in the world is my own government. and i laid the songs as an offering.

then i sang:

the songs i sang were -

1. michael

they called him hopeful
when they had no hope left
he was not hopeful, just free of doubt
they called him a son of god
searching so hard for god
and he flew far on rainy days for he figured them out

chorus:
and they called him michael
he was her only blameless son
and you would have loved him
but he died so quickly
like a nameless child

they called him a soldier
and they plucked him from some ghetto
and shipped him off shamelessly
he was seventeen
took an innocent child
made a criminal mind
a soldier against his people
cause he was born hungry

chorus

they called him brilliant
called him a bad boy
soon he thought his earthly duty was to please them
they called him beautiful
and he was so beautiful
but he ran from those calling mouths
so scared he could free them
so scared he could be them

chorus

-

then i sang verse one of amazing grace:

amazing grace how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me
i once was lost, but now am found
was blind but now i see

and i say

my lord what a morning x3
when the stars begin to fall

you'll hear the trumpets sound
to wake the nations underground
looking to my god's right hand
when the stars begin to fall

you'll hear the babies cry
to wake the nations underground
looking to my god's right hand
when the stars begin to fall

you'll hear freedom ring
to wake the nations underground
looking to my god's right hand
when the stars begin to fall

and the prison bars
and the rain, and the hurricane
and the babies, and the levees
and the people who won't set us free
as they finally realize we must be free
we gonna be free
when the stars begin to fall

then a few more speeches and piper and i got up and did a song-prayer i came up with recently:

its not too late for us we know

which you just repeat and build and clap.

then more speeches and i was asked to come up and close after kwabena and muhibb from milwaukee...then i did if i had a hammer. (i'd hammer in the morning, in the evening, all over this land. i'd hammer out danger, i'd hammer out a warning, i'd hammer out love between my bros and sistas, all over this land. if i had a bell i'd ring it, but i have a song, so i'll sing it. i'll sing out justice, i'l lsing out freedom. and so on...)

i have to say it was a dream venue come true and many of my most beloveds were there to share in it. truly and amazing night, so amazing to sing again, to have a chance to attempt to fill a space like riverside up with sound. here are some lovely pics from the dinner after the performances:

the gorgeous jenn and the beautiful shane !

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muhibb, super-poet from milwaukee, and malia, the organizer of the event's talent (that's dear dear adam in the background!):

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my own way

do you ever wake somedays feelin like you have your own way of seein things? i woke up this morning for a few minutes with my own understanding...some kind of vision. i can't explain it.

total topic change: i love astrological signs, i believe all of them are true for everyone. whatever you read in it can guide you. all of it. this month mine it all says lay low. my rising says show off. my moon says fall in love.

everyone is having crazy dreams right now - dreams that they are being persecuted, anxiety through the night, that they are being chased, that they are running away, that everywhere is death. i am having dreams a world i don't really have words to describe other than otherworldly, or post-nuclear - everything is grown, homes - buildings - vehicles...its like the next phase of evolution perhaps is that the world of plants and trees gets truly survivalist and starts growing itself into what we are tearing it down to create space for. and in my dreams i am one of many warrior-negotiators. everything is about to change. again.

i am so nervous to sing tonight!!! this is my dream...

my birthday always lasts at least a month. in its continuation, i had a great dinner last night at moutarde with adam, karynn, malia, and jenn rolled thru for a bit. i am going thru an onion soup period! mmm- bread and cheese and soup? what??

that's it for today...think lucky thoughts for me tonight!!

monday, monday

i got goodies for y'all today:

had an interesting weekend. board meeting! the organization is in such a better place right now, and that feels good, i feel like a survivor and part of something quite special.

personal life...a few of my closest dearest friends are in spaces of emotional self-examination right now: hurting, distracted, trying to figure out which way to step towards the life they see in their minds. i am trying to be a good friend and listener, but maybe its age - i am feeling my own kind of tired right now. i want a little mindless escape, lots of curb your enthusiasm and listening to music. i saw the wedding crashers. i LOVED it. i sat in a hammock all day sunday and mostly didn't talk. there's not much more to say, for me, right now - about tragedy, race, desire or sanity. i don't know. i feel that i am making good choices, but how can that help anyone else? life is your journey from your instinct to your integrity.

i realized halfway through the day that it was september 11, and that brought my energy down again...i feel like this period of our lives has bookends and grand turns, in addition to the daily building up of weight against time.

i am sad that john roberts hearings started today and i feel like we aren't rising up like we need to to stop him from becoming chief justice. but i am happy that i am going to be helping start some movement choirs later this year! and...

tomorrow night i am performing at riverside church - also on deck are my two favorite poets from milwaukee, piper anderson, the rev. jesse jackson and others. here are the details, followed by a fabulous bill maher moment:

From the Persian Gulf to the

Gulf Coast Demand

Peace,

Not Poverty!

 

Reverend Jesse Jackson,

Nobel Laureate Wangari Maathai,

Former President of Ireland and
U.N. High Commissioner of Human Rights Mary Robinson

 

along with Phyllis Bennis, Institute for Policy Studies

Celeste Zapala, Gold Star Families for Peace

Hany Khalil, United for Peace and Justice

Singer/Poet Adrienne Marie Brown,

Spoken Word Artists Muhib and Kwabana

And Activist Artist Piper Anderson, Blackout Arts Collective

 

Moderated by: Leslie Cagan, United for Peace and Justice Coordinator;
Emira Woods
, Foreign Policy in Focus, IPS and
Kumi Naidoo
, Global Call to Action Against Poverty

 

Tuesday, September 13th

Riverside Church  490 Riverside Drive

(at 120th Street)

 

Part of a full day Civil Society dialogue

9:30 a.m. to 12 noon: CITIZENS' REPORT ON GLOBAL DEMOCRACY
1:00 to 4:00 p.m.: CIVIL-SOCIETY FORUM
4:15 to 7:15 p.m.: DIALOG WITH OFFICIALS FROM THE UN SUMMIT
8:00 to 11:00 p.m.: POLITICAL AND CULTURAL EVENT

 

For detailed schedule or to register visit www.openun.org



Bill Maher's closing--an open message to George Bush:
>>
>>"Mr. President, this job can't be fun for you any more.  There's no
>>more money to spend--you used up all of that.  You can't start another

>>war because you also used up the army.  And now, darn the luck, the
>>rest of your term has become the Bush family nightmare: helping poor
>>people.  Listen to your Mom.  The cupboard's bare, the credit cards
>>maxed out, and no one's speaking to you.  Mission accomplished.
>>
>>"Now it's time to do what you've always done best: lose interest and
>>walk away.  Like you did with your military service and the oil
>>company, and the baseball team.  It's time.  Time to move on and try
>>the next fantasy job.  How about cowboy, or space man?  Now I know
>>what you're saying:  you're saying that there's so many other things
>>that you as President could involve yourself in.  Please don't.  I
know, I know.

>>There's a lot left to do.  There's a war with Venezuela.  And
>>eliminating the sales tax on yachts.  Turning the space program over
>>to the church.  And Social Security to Fannie Mae.  Giving embryos the

>>vote.
>>
>>"But, Sir, none of that is going to happen now.  Why?  Because you
>>govern like Billy Joel drives.  You've performed so poorly I'm
>>surprised that you haven't given *yourself* a medal.  You're a
>>catastrophe that walks like a man.  Herbert Hoover was a shitty
>>president, but even he never conceded an entire metropolis to rising
>>water and snakes.
>>
>>"On your watch, we've lost almost all of our allies, the surplus, four

>>airliners, two trade centers, a piece of the Pentagon and the City of
>>New Orleans.  Maybe you're just not lucky.  I'm not saying you don't
>>love this country.  I'm just wondering how much worse it could be if
>>you were on the other side.
>>
>>"So, yes, God does speak to you.  And what he's saying is: 'Take a
hint.' "

 

the truth - i mean...the message

just heard the director of FEMA was fired...small, little tiny step towards justice. sososo late.

in another form of justice, i got some hotness last night. i love when you get to the point with another human being where you can call and go to them and not say too much and get to lay some sweet on them, feed the beast a bit, conquer an urge and work your anger out through your body - passion is maybe the only thing as delirious as this world.

was on a messaging call today on how to frame reactions to the hurricane aftermath and here's what they said {george lakoff, van jones and others}:

- think in terms of a common gov't for the common good
- gov't owes its people basic protection. levees high enough that children don't drown. public transportation in evacuation plans. 
- don't use this as a chance to go all partisan, stay on the relationship between a gov't and it's people
- we say we all need to have each other's back; they say those who can afford to will survive

what stood out to me more was folks saying:
- at minimum, 25,000 people are dead
- 70% of white people don't feel race played a part in this tragedy. !!!!!!. !!!!!!. how can we politely communicate what a hundred photos of tortured black faces and drowned black bodies hasn't yet gotten across?

i was at the canal room benefit last night hosted by kevin powell. some bougie black folk up in there, good hearts with corporate manners...always takes me a second to adjust. it was a chaos of compassion - here's a picture of how much stuff was gathered
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it was deep to see how much stuff had been gathered - much more than one truck could hold. i was with this brilliant organizer from detroit who said something along the lines of - you know detroit is the poorest city in the country right now. what kind of crisis would we have to have for folks to realize this is constant? we have everything we need - how we gonna be better at taking care of ourselves?

to end this on a good note - i have gotten a lot of folks to take self portraits from above, and then a picture of my now 5 yr old favorite boy in the whole world, jalen kai alba de novais...here goes:

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Shana just arrived from New Orleans via Houston. I can't describe the look in her eyes - she has had to be a contact for folks this past week while her heart and brain began to process what has happened to her, to her and her husband's home, to her city.

There's another hurricane benefit tonight:

PLEASE READ EMAIL IN ITS ENTIRETY and PLEASE POST and or FORWARD

Join KEVIN POWELL and special guests

as they present a BENEFIT for New Orleans

THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 8, 2005

at CANAL ROOM
285 West Broadway, at Canal Street
downtown Manhattan in New York City
7PM-11PM
21 and over with ID, and please RSVP to cher_harrison@yahoo.com

Admission is FREE but you MUST bring one or more of the following items for the victims of Hurricane Katrina. These items will be loaded onto a big truck in front of CANAL ROOM and driven directly to Claiborne County Health Center in Port Gibson, Mississippi, run by Dr. Demitri Marshall. It is one of the closest rescue and help centers in the New Orleans area and in a position to really get these items to people in need. PLEASE make sure clothing and shoes and sneakers are new OR clean and in good condition....

Clothing for children and adults, Adult shoes and sneakers, Adult socks, Children's shoes and sneakers, Children socks, Bottles of water, Diapers, Baby wipes, Baby food, Baby aspirin, Aspirin, Vitamins, Toilet paper, Sanitary napkins, Portable radios with batteries, Plastic forks, knives, and spoons, Cotton balls, Cotton swabs, Hydrogen peroxide BUT NOT rubbing alcohol, because that is flammable, band aids, Shaving cream, Male AND female razors, Blankets, Air mattresses, Sheets, Pillows and pillow cases, Gift cards for gas, Walmart gift cards, Garbage bags, Cleaning supplies, Soap, Toothpaste and toothbrushes, Flashlights, Batteries, Candles, Books for children, including coloring books, Books for adults, Magazines

If you are placing donated items in a bag PLEASE LABEL.
For example, Children's shoes or Adult shoes, or Children's clothes or Adult clothes.

We will NOT be taking monetary donations. (go to www.sparkplugfoundation.org for a list of places to send $$)

CANAL ROOM ownership is generously donating the space but there will be a CASH BAR ALL NIGHT.

Guest deejays, musical performers, and corporate sponsors to be announced shortly

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now back to me.

i got a digital camera for my birthday, and an ipod shuffle. so i have been taking lots of pictures. here is a before and after shot of me yesterday, watching the news.

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i feel so strange.

i think i'm going a little crazy.

i think my heart is breaking over and over. i get it together to comfort this friend or that sister and then i go in the bathroom and cry. the weight of new orleans, the spirit of new orleans is haunting us all.

in moments of crisis, the spiritual, emotional, economic and environmental chaos we live in is briefly exposed to everyone. but maybe i'm crazy, cause i feel that way almost all the time, and have for some time. i see what people are doing to help now, and its amazing. but i can't shake the feeling i always have that these same people are regularly trying to destroy us. we - we are a suicidal generation.

i feel helpless even as i am trying to make other people feel empowered to go and do something, to do ANYthing. cause i get so tired of self-righteous liberals and progressives and organizers who get on a high horse about what is and isn't the right way to handle crisis and conflict  in this country. it's irresponsible to act like we can ever do more than share information with each other. when you begin to dictate to others what is the right way for them to live in this world, you are not a hero or a revolutionary, you are merely a dictator. and you are a slave to your ego. and you cannot help anyone, cause you have no skill beyond pontification. i tell myself. :)

like i keep thinking of and hearing folks say race war, race war, and then look at their faces as they try to contend with how that could possibly work, since it isn't possible for them personally, only ideologically. there is no unified white, no unified black to take part in that abstract war. its waging itself at this point.

and anyway, james baldwin in the fire next time told us our fates are tied to those of our white brothers. another friend told me yesterday that she thinks that's the idea that drove him mad. i take the next step with it, i don't see any way poor people or black people can separate their fate from the rich and white who employ and govern them, especially when we are trained from birth to aim for measurable prosperity and power.

plus i cannot let myself by dominated by hatred for whites or for the wealthy because that is debilitating to my spirit and doesn't leave me the energy to do the work my people need from me. i just end up a reactionary. played out.

and we share a finite space, earth. after earth its heaven, hell, sleep, everything, nothing or right back to earth again. the whole damn thing is each of our homes - when one part drowns we all gasp for air.

but there are days when i need a break from that reality. it gets so exhausting. i don't know sometimes if white folk can even understand how exhausting it gets. there is no doubt in my mind that no set of humans on this earth is elite when it comes to destiny.

but i also deeply believe that the majority of folks in this country - no matter what their background is - FEEL deep down that they will somehow be set aside for whatever their version of salvation is, and that makes us lazy in our compassion. like - "oh how sad but i ain't gonna do anything REAL."

this is all over the place, i know...i just feel like all of my work, and the work of the people i know, is thrown in sharp relief against what is actually needed right now and we're coming up short. at the least i am committing to learning basic CPR and emergency response skills this year and i invite y'all to join me, so when isht goes down we can make our way there and do what the gov't won't. and let's get our octavia butler backpacks ready.

to close today, here are some words from my dear trina, who has spent the last week helping her family get up and out of her home in new orleans:

The destruction is unbelievable, and certainly gives Kenner the look of a war zone. But what adds to that is all of the military personnel everywhere. Literally there are snipers in helicopters flying above us, tanks rolling through our neighborhood streets, and armed men patrolling every intersection. Suburbia infused by militia is not something I ever thought I would see in this lifetime – certainly not in the US.

 

But even more heartbreaking was the image of our law enforcement officials and military I saw on those streets. They were all either 18 or 50 it seemed. And many, especially the police force, were clearly out of uniforms. They were on the street with jeans and shorts to match their tattered uniform shirts. I can only imagine with the hurricane did to their homes and everything they owned. Perhaps that could explain the glazed look on their faces…most just stood their on the street corner with a cigarette and a soda, trying to beat the heat, probably not knowing anymore about the future than I did.

 

My sense of smell was also jolted during our visit. At least 30 miles outside of the city I started to smell the toxic mix of sewage and stagnant water. But nothing, absolutely nothing could compare to the putrid, putrid smell of rotting food. In our home, we have a refrigerator and a standing freezer filled to the brim with food (like any good Bengali family). So when my father opened our kitchen door, we were all greeted by the juices of defrosting and decomposing meats oozing across our tile floor. (I am literally gagging as I try to write this as the smell was so unbelievably awful….imagine 1.5 million homes filled with rotting food…) The local officials asked residents to dig a hole and bury the rotting food, as the city obviously cannot provide sanitation services at this time. So we obliged and went thorough four bottles of Lysol in the process. My mom just kept spraying the stuff, hoping the smell would go away. But the truth is that the smell of rot and disaster isn’t going away anytime soon. Instead, her act was more metaphorical – an attempt to disinfect the memory of this experience…as if she just kept spraying Lysol, maybe this would all go away…

 

It isn’t going away though, and we’re the lucky ones. The unbelievably lucky ones. Our home is ok, but what will life be like when my parents return? I can’t even fathom what the future of New Orleans will be, even as it remains under a global spotlight.

 

In the meantime I sincerely hope all of the political bullshit will stop impeding the rebuilding process. In fact, I can’t even begin to wrap my head around all of my anger. I can’t begin to understand why it has taken me days just to figure what forms I need to fill out in order to wait in which lines just to be told that I’ll hear something eventually about the assistance my parents and so many others deserve.

 

But the red tape is only part of the story. I am even more infuriated that FEMA told my father that his civil engineering company could not be given rebuilding contracts because he had done work for the city and parish before. Apparently this poses some “conflict of interest.” Apparently his local expertise is a problem for the federal government. Apparently helping rebuild those who have been affected by the disasters isn’t in our government’s interest!

 

But I digress…because the stories of inefficiency and bullshit could go on forever…

 

And as I sit here typing as my father packs up his friend’s car with what’s left of their home, I am once again reminded how fortunate we are. I am also reminded of clichés that tell me everything can be taken away in an instance. But I also know that the people of New Orleans are resilient. Most of us will be back, because being from New Orleans is an inherent part of who we are. I just hope that we will come back to a least some semblance of the beautiful, historical, magical city we had to leave behind.

happy birthday!

i am sitting with sam, joshua, santana, jen, khari and shane at the end of my amazing birthday. i slept until my parents awoke me with a singing call from japan. then i had breakfast with khari, planning for our coming florida trip. i got dressed up for the evening in the a.m. cause i knew i wouldn't be home and it was the day of boobies! my outfit had an albuquerqu theme, cowboy boots and hair combs - golden with flowers - from the thrift town there, and the dress a gift from the home of my friend sarah's grandma's closet in alb.

then i went to the russian baths for a crazy massage and rooms of heat. so much heat and touch is needed to even begin to excise the deep impact of these past couple weeks.

i was in one room just before the massage and this bald santa looking man with a beard walks in singing: "down by the riverside, i ain't gonna study war no more." i love that song, so i take up the harmony and we got to church there in that room of radiant heat with ice cold spigots running out of the wall for occasional douses. after the song we talk about hard times - i tell him what i do. we talk about how if you listen to an hour of gospel music each day life seems better. i tell about the benefit, how music helps everything. he says he wants to leave me his info so i give him my locker number to leave me his info. then i leave for massage, he says enjoy. i go have an amazing amazing massage by a russian giant masseuse. steam for a bit more, dip in the ice water, rinse and go to leave and at the checkout table i get the present.

"dennis pays for you."
"what?"
"for the fee, and the massage."
"who's dennis?"
"big guy, beard? he comes everyday."
"he paid? for me?"
"yes. have a nice day."
"it's my birthday."
"well, there you go then."

!!! how wonderful is that? i went from that wonderful place to see elizabeth mendez berry. i want to ask y'all, if you say prayers, to lift her up. elizabeth has put her heart on the front line, listening to survivors all week and opening her ability to be compassionate to them and now she needs you to all pray for her and send her your love and strength. close your eyes right now and concentrate on her name and just think and pray for her. pray for all of those who are taking up the survivors in their arms and carrying them.

she and other brilliant writers gathered to think about how to best help and that gives me hope. but i had to leave early cause it was my birthday and i needed to get to the dinner. there i found my sister autumn, and was joined by my dream team of beloveds. and presents! the creme de la creme - an ipod shuffle! santana and shane ROCKED it. and two journals for writing and a massage gift certificate, and other wonderful stuff.

walking home we passed tyler and his roof was on fire. that's what i always think of him, but i mean this literally! he was all good, but how odd? now its time for bed, but i just wanted to say i had a great great day.

all the folks who sent love thank you! i appreciate ALL of it!

love
adrienne

cups runneth over

where to even begin with all the amazing and beautiful stories i'm hearing today? and still tell some funny stories...but at the bottom. i'ma try to communicate what i've heard as well as what i know of how it was organized so y'all can replicate these 4 WORKING RELIEF EFFORTS wherever you are:

1. last night we had our fundraiser at the habana outpost in ft. green brooklyn and raised $6,500 plus 4 carloads of towels, sheets, clothes, soap, kitchen items and toothpaste. we organized this in three days. here are the steps we took:

a. the manager of the location (lopeti the lovely who y'all may remember as one of my favorite and most charming characters from previous posts) had the idea and asked us to help him

b. we brainstormed all the local businesses that could give us stuff to raffle or actual cash donations. manager wanted to give to red cross and fema. we promised to look into best options for him (got most $ now going to the sparkplug foundation!)

c. we picked a day when a regular crowd would be out and built around their interests and what we thought would make them most willing to give (raffle, auction, movie, bingo and djs {we brainstormed our favorite folks who could move a crowd and would be down to come on short notice as a donation - thanks JP, Tyler, Chris and RABBI DARKSIDE}). we threw the details together and handed off to a graphic designer who comes in the spot a lot who made it look nice and printed out copies to post at local businesses.

d. we reached out to our local city councilmember letitia james and her staff abeni and kate for support in outreach, flyer copies, mc'ing, media, and getting permission to have an all-night dance party even though they aren't usually licensed for that. she's campaigning this hood so it worked for her, worked for us!

e. a team {jenn, shane j., sofia, and shane a.} worked on going from business to business explaining the relief effort and picking up donations {included wine classes, a massage, several dinners for 2 or 4, gift certificates to local stores, and clothing made by local vendors}, while the manager called everyone he knew to come out. one person coordinated djs, making sure equipment needs were met and music collections were diversified.

e+. made sure folks of all different levels of privilege and resource could give to the full out extent. those who could give $1, those who could give $1000, those who could give nothing but had canned food, unopened soap and toothpaste, etc. no inkling to give went unreceived! thanked people constantly and made them feel good about their give. 

f. those of us with any media contacts sent out press releases. we agreed on basic info to send but froke it however it made most sense to get folks to respond.

g. we TRUSTED each other to handle our business.

g+ we had t-shirts that listed all donating orgs and had a pic of a new orleans marching band on the front, the business fronted the cost and we sold them for $50 or as a potential prize for a $1 raffle.

h. we found out malcolm x grassroots movement/pmp are doing a clothing drive and had the party serve as a drop off point for supplies.

i. we did the damn thing, kept the energy up all night, had drink specials and giveaways throughout the night. we big up'd the uniqueness of the locale to folks - its solar powered, with corn plastic cups and sugarcane plates. we gave props to the owner sean and the manager lopeti and made them aware of what an amazing feat they'd pulled off. the community also educated them on the red cross and fema's histories and now they are going to get the cash to the sparkplug foundation and mxgm and the network looking to lobby and advocate to keep the community strong, front and center in the rebuilding effort. 

the key thing to remember here is every one just did what they were already good at, and counted on others to do what they said they would. AND constantly thanked folks for coming and made attendees understand how every bit counts.

2. Get a Vehicle and GO:

a) i just heard from my mother that one of her brothers, my uncle andy, borrowed a SEMI truck from a friend in north augusta south carolina,

b) went door to door to his neighbors and asked them help him fill up the back of it.

c) to complete the filling, my mema Mary Jo and my aunt lynn went to winn-dixie and bought all the supplies and non-perishable food items they could.

d) andy and his wife then got in the convoy of folks taking supplies to the effected area.

these are my white southern christian relatives, some of whom home-schooled their children; some of whom disowned my mama for a while after she married my black father; some of whom voted for bush and still cringe when i rail against him. this is my family who has been teaching me about different ways to believe in the people and what it means to be working class. this tragedy is changing people's entire framework for thinking about their role in this world. and something beautiful to add - there are folks along the convoy helping by providing food and water to drivers so they don't have to go off the road and spend $ on that. our government is not in line with its people, and the people are rising up and we are seeing a resistance in the form of people's aid, a revolution of people's resource provision and help.

3. malcolm x grassroots movement/pmp in brooklyn are doing a clothing, food, supplies drive. everything i know is secondhand, but we worked with them last night to gather materials and here's some of what i've heard that is working and you can do in your community:

a. have actual folks in a specific locations down south to get items to, and identified their core needs. they are sending to their groups in jackson, mississippi and selma, alabama where mxgm fam are located.

b. have a location easily accessible by bus, train and car as a drop off point. willing to be a central location for entire community to bring through materials.

c. have volunteers on call for sorting the donations to take that burden off of those who receive it

d. have multiple drop-off points and contact available for folks in different parts of the city. (see previous post)

e. able to quickly communicate out to folks helping gather supplies about most crucial needs.

f. make sure to gather some $ with clothing/food donations for gas or shipping costs!

Dasaw and Kate said they are collecting there all week. They have lots of clothes and need more of other things like towels, non-perishable food options, bathroom items, kitchen items. They are at 388 Atlantic Avenue, white buzzer.

4. Last night the Hip-Hop UN had a call of all sorts of hip-hop organizations around the country. Celeste says like 100 people were on the call and folks shared what all work is going on. They are going to help make sure folks stay aware of what kind of work is happening, and what the pressure points are within the family (i.e. 20,000 people in Atlanta) where we can focus aid. This is the kind of unified thinking that leads to strong and smart responses rather than emotional reactionary chaos.

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Now in the midst of all this I have to say that my friend Janine is safely back from Cape Verde and I can't describe all the ways in which it was a blessing, and has been a blessing, to get to see all my loved ones this week. Shouts Andre, Chelsea, Yahonnes + Regine, Ejike, Ben, Rashad, Khari and everyone else who came out!

I also have to tell y'all two funny tales from last night.

First is one from the landlord chronicles: I ran over to the benefit last night after two days in a league strategy session {one sign of the strength of the organization right now I think is exemplified by our response to this tragedy in a way that reflects our capacity and strategy but doesn't jack all our planned programs} and was a little dazed.

i loved my outfit tho, and if i get pics will post one here. oh but here's a totally random pic:

Mama_i_can_train

so i left co-worker celeste in my spot to do the hip-hop call from a quiet place. a couple hours later she calls and says, "Um, Adrienne? Your landlady is here and she says she wants to fix your floor?"

Time check: 9:32 pm on a Sunday night on a holiday weekend with no prior notice that she was coming.

Why would my landlady suddenly be in such an odd rush to fix my floor?

Well she gave me a lease the other day with a rent increase of twice what we had negotiated in our strange courting, dodging, weaving tango. I signed the lease after correcting the rent amount to what we agreed on. mind you we agreed on that smaller increase IF she fixed the floor, the bathroom and gave me an oven. then she said no she didn't think i could have an oven. she caulked the bathtub which now doesn't drain. and there was, until late last night, a hole in the middle of my floor. i foresee her trying to negotiate an extra $15/mth now that the floorboard is in place but i will pushback by hopping in the shower for three minutes till the water reaches my knees.

sidenote: you know how when the bathtub won't drain for a few days you get tired of wiping it out and it gets all slick on the bottom and you forget that and you step in to take a perhaps slightly tipsy shower and suddenly you are on the slip'n'slide of life and death? i HATE that.

And second story!

After all the fun and dancing finally ended at like 4am, lopeti and i were hungry and talked shane and sofia's cousin paola into coming with us to eat. Lopeti was too fabulous for any Brooklyn diners, and insisted on taking us for a jaunt to the city. Along the way we decided to eat at Wo-Hop, a late night tasty fast Chinese spot on Mott. My magical woman time decided to arise from the womb in the cab ride over and the pain was deep and wide and confounding as i was steadily moving away from my home painkiller cabinet. We went in the restaurant and I was on the edge of my senses, and Lopeti disappeared. Then the waiter arrived and immediately started yelling at us that the kitchen closed in 15 minutes what did we want??

Then Sofia called like where y'all at so we told her to come to the restaurant. We worried, wringing our wrists and twiddling our thumbs about what Lopeti and Sofia might want to eat, and where was Lopeti? What if something bad had happened to him? We worried while ordering an insane amount of food. Then realized we had but one questionable bank card among us, and worried more.

We worried while the food arrived in T-minus 15 seconds - an amazing spread of kung pao, general tso's and garlic and brocolli chicken, vegetable dumplings, fried wontons, egg rolls and more. We worried as we began stuffing our faces Scarlett O'hara style.

Finally with 1 minute to spare at the door, Lopeti comes sweeping in followed by Sofia. We start to rail them - where WERE you? Why didn't you tell us what to order??

And then Lopeti pulls out a handful of Motrin, Advil and Bayer packets and tosses them to me like its nothing.

"I had to walk all the way to Canal Street to find these! Took a cab back, so crazy, and there was Sofia coming in!"

Lopeti is an angel. He's totally my hero of the weekend, one of those nearly impossible and completely fabulous type people with no email, no cell phone, super humble and bossy (crazy as that sounds) and a clear sense of his own way of doing things. And a delight.

So they sit sown and Lopeti tries to add an order of Sizzling...Oyster? Lobster? something...the answer is Hell No Kitchen Closed! We filled them up with what we ordered which ended up being the perfect amount of food for everyone. But now we had 5 people to get home, so there we are stumbling up Bowery dead tired with the ITIS trying to bribe a cabby into taking us across the bridge.

Finally, Lopeti flags one down and pushes us in and tells the driver: "I'll double your fare." The fare across the bridge, mind you, is $6. Still, how long have you wanted to roll with someone who tosses these words out in a blink when you're all too exhausted to beg?

6am I finally laid my head down on a couch at Sofia and Shane's and passed into oblivion for a couple of hours. This morning woke up at 10 to get in the war room with Dani McClain generating a response from the next generation of journalists on the debaucle of coverage on this tragedy. And here I am. Last day of being 26, y'all, and I gots to go over and check out the West Indian Day Parade. or possibly just blaze and wander.

interesting note: i heard from nathan berger who i mentioned missing just two short days ago!

Holla!

On FIRE - N'awleans, Kanye,

GEORGE BUSH DOES NOT CARE ABOUT BLACK PEOPLE. - Kanye West

http://vax.area.com/zsoul/kanye.mov

i try to rarely post more than once in a day but I am just fired up right now. we had to stop our meeting and listen to the mayor of new orleans break it down, then watch kanye nervous and angry as hell on the hurricane relief live telethon last night, keepin it so real they didn't broadcast it in the west. you can see both right now at www.indyvoter.org.

there is no order in this situation at any level and the goal is to get stuff down there ASAP. we are finding out places to send stuff daily. today i have:

http://www.sparkplugfoundation.org/katrinarelief.html www.neworleansnetwork.org

i am trying to influence the sponsors of tomorrow's party at habana to skip FEMA and Red Cross and give to community orgs we know of there, cause n.o. league needs resources, n.o. blackout is looking for dough, mxgm is lookin for dough and clothing donations (see below). 

my concern for funding is the rebuilding effort, and my girl shana is makin schemes from houston where she's evacuated to. she's pulling together a network of progressive new orleans based orgs to advocate for righteous resource provision to survivors. your money will help these activists reclaim their city.  check: www.neworleansnetwork.org, and donate.

i could write y'all about other things but really, if you a person of color in this country, or a young person, or a person with a heart and a brain