No Apologies


 

Rant

At my age I’ve earned the right to speak out to speak my mind. I’m not particularly concerned about losing or gaining subscribers/followers. Nor am I trying to appease white folks.

Mostly I write this blog for me. If people like it. Good. If they don’t well they can go somewhere else.  If you feel I’m that “Angry Black Woman” or that Black Woman with an Attitude then feel Free to go somewhere else. Find somebody more in line with your fantasy thinking.

Those who decide to Follow it’s all good. If they leave that’s good too. I stopped looking for affirmation or validation from people a long time ago and I never sought it from white people. I can be brutally blunt and Following/Subscribing to Blogs is like watching TV shows. If you don’t like what you read then turn it off. I’ve got a very thick skin.

My comments describe the Collective Thought process of many whites not particular individuals. In my nearly 60 years of living 99% of the stupid things said to me come from white Americans. Some people want or accuse me of painting with a wide brush well if the shoe fits wear it. I’m a Rebel with a Cause!! Black Power Salute!!

No apologies. Don’t really care what other people think of me because like I said I don’t need the affirmation. Now you don’t have to agree with me and I don’t expect most white Americans to agree with me because we are living in two different worlds.  To me your world is filled with Fairy Tales but Fairy tales don’t have any people who look like me.

Pretty much I have a Fuck You Attitude towards the ruling class. I have No faith in the racist American system nor do I expect things to get better. Pretty much they’ve steadily been getting worse and as for the Joker in the “White House.”  I did not vote for him. Nor did probably most African-Americans. We are only approximately 12% of the population. Therefore you know why Mr. Asshole is in there.

Yup! I’m unapologetically Black and don’t care who knows it! I Own my Race and my views! I don’t make nice!

If you feel Offended Feel Free to Leave because if you’ve looking for an apology you won’t get one from me. No sympathy nor any understanding.  Middle Finger Up!! By the way I’m not going to argue with you or answer any foolish idiotic comments. They will be read and deleted. I encounter enough dumbfuckery from the workplace.

Drops mike. Leaves Room.

Share Your World – 2016 Week 51 – Favorite Holiday Edition


 

Share Your World – 2016 Week 51 – Favorite Holiday Edition

Share Your World – 2016 Week 51 – Favorite Holiday Edition

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What is your favorite holiday?

Halloween. But during this season I choose Kwanzaa which is an African-American Cultural Holiday celebrating Black culture and Unity. Actually it can be observed by All persons of African Descent. Kwanzaa enables me to return and honor the traditions of my African Ancestors.

Official Definition

Kwan·zaa
ˈkwänzə/
noun

NORTH AMERICAN
  1. a secular festival observed by many African Americans from December 26 to January 1 as a celebration of their cultural heritage and traditional values.

What types of food is associated with your holiday?

Unfortunately since I’m always at work I don’t do any cooking nor do I get to attend the Kwanzaa celebrations I’m invited to.  However I do have some African garb which I plan to wear and I will post sometime between December 26th and Jan. 1st.

http://www.officialkwanzaawebsite.org/index.shtml

Do you travel for your holiday?

No. It’s not necessary.

Is it a religious or spiritual holiday?

It does have spiritual aspects but it can be celebrated by African-Americans of all faiths and belief systems. It is a way for Black people to celebrate Our African Heritage! Celebrating Family, Community and Culture.  Kwanzaa means First Fruits!!

http://www.history.com/topics/holidays/kwanzaa-history

  • The Nguzo Saba of the seven days of Kwanzaa:
  • Day 1. Umoja means unity.
  • Day 2. Kujichagulia means self-determination.
  • Day 3. Ujima means working together.
  • Day 4. Ujamaa means supporting each other.
  • Day 5. Nia means purpose.
  • Day 6. Kuumba means creativity.
  • Day 7. Imani means faith, especially faith in ourselves.

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Is there a gift exchange?

No. Kwanzaa does not focus or greed or gift giving. It is all about Black Unity!! Umoja!!

How long does the celebration last?

Seven days.

 

 

 

 

Optional Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? 

The job is going well. People like me and I’m accepted at my workplace. Looking forward to Kwanzaa!!  May the Seven 7 Principles Live Strong and Proud in All Peoples of African Descent!!  Ase!!

 

 

 

 

 

Comments Policy


 

This is a direct response to a nasty comment made on one of my previous posts. I am not a nice person when somebody says or writes the wrong things so things are about to get ugly. Real Ugly!!  You May STOP Reading Now.

As Creator and Moderator of this blog I reserve the right to call out any stupid, racist, sexist, dumb ass or ageist comments.  I recently ReBlogged a post about an All Black Cowgirls Team. Anyone who has an ounce of good sense and a knowledge of racist American History should know why Black people in this country need and must have All Black Teams, Events, Organizations, Groups etc….. There has rarely been and given the upcoming administration will be any societies, organizations, groups, etc… where Blacks are or will be seen as equals. We’ve been having this battle for 400 years and even through the eight years of the Obama administration you see how a racist bigoted Congress and Senate did their level best to obstruct any forward positive moves that President Obama tried to make during his administration.

Actually since things are going backwards in the USA for people of Color it behooves us to band together and do for self because the government is about to pull the rug out from under us regarding any benefits, services or programs designed to benefit all American Citizens. Even though we have worked just as hard if not harder and without pay for the most part to build this country up.

To All My Black People for Christmas and Kwanzaa please do your best to Buy Black.

I am proud of being a Black Woman and as for anyone who does not like it or disagrees with me promoting and uplifting my own people I got two words for you. FUCK OFF!!

Now getting back to ignorant racist comments like the one Mr. GP Cox put on my Black Cowgirls post. Is this guy for real?  IS TODAY DUMB MUTHA FUCKER DAY?!

I used to ride horses and i admire this group, but i don’t understand why they feel they need to be an all-Black team. Are there teams called the all-white cowgirls?

Did he really ask such a stupid ass question to me as a Black Woman in this hateful country where I have been physically just because I am Black and a Woman?  Where my father who served this country during the Korean War was denied service in a restaurant in Washington, DC while in uniform?  Does he not understand that the reason why my Great, Great Grandfather served in the 29th Colored Regiment. The reason there the Tuskegee Airmen existed!!

Where every positive deed and action has been negated by the greater white population since 1492. Are you kidding me. Give me a fucking break!!

I wonder what white bread universe Mr. Cox is living in?  Is he out of his fucking mind? No. Now let me think. Oh yes he must live in white bread New Burbia where folks who  look like me are servants, maids, butlers, etc….  You know that America that Mr. Dhrump is about to return us to. The fabulous 40s, 50s & 60s where attack dogs were set upon us. Where we were hosed down in the streets with fire hoses and where we are systemically shot by the KKK racist bigoted police while our hands are up in surrender.

When I read comments like this I know in my heart and mind that this country will never be united as one.  This unity business is all a lot of trash talk and bullshit because at 11:00 am today Sunday morning white people will go to their churches and Black folks will go to ours.

In the meantime Mr. GP Cox I will give you this opportunity to unsubscribe and UnFollow all my blogs now!

As for anyone else who hates Blacks, Native Americans, Hispanics, Asians, other peoples of Color,  the disabled, the LGBT Community LEAVE NOW!!

ALL YOUR COMMENTS WILL BE DELETED, TRASHED AND PUT INTO SPAM!! TAKE YOUR NASTY ATTITUDE SOMEWHERE ELSE.  YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

COMMENTS HAVE BEEN CLOSED BUT IF I SEE YOU POSTING OR COMMENTING ON ANOTHER ONE OF MY BLOGS I SWEAR YOU’D BETTER BE READY TO BRING IT BECAUSE I AM!!

 

 

 

 

 

Fierce | The Daily Post


 

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Fierce | The Daily Post

 

The Urban Dictionary

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Fierce

when somebody (usually female) is lookin fly or good
She is looking fierce today.
Her outfit is fierce.

being bold, displaying chutzpah, especially relating to fashion, clothes, hair or makeup.

a term used in fashion for cool, sexy, awesome, or any other positive remark about something. it is most famously used by christian sirianos, project runway winner, and tyra banks.

I AM…SASHA FIERCE NEW DELUXE EDITION  ~~ Beyonce

I AM THE NUBIAN NINJA, DEBORAH THE HUNTRESS, CAT WOMAN, THE TEMPTING TIGRESS, BLUE SPIDER LADY & Soon to be SCREAMING ORANGE DASHIKI!!

My Incarnations & Alter Egos are Many and Varied!! Shape-shifter & Role Maker!!

I AM 57 Varieties of Fierceness on the Move!!

Can you handle this?!! You’d better Recognize!!

Eartha Kitt the Origin of Fierce!! The Princess of Plunder!!

 

50 FIERCE AND SEXY!!

 

 

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Dreaming of Mother


 

Dreaming of Mother

A Poetry Moment

 

Ahhh…. So beautiful. My Dream. I went to bed in New York and woke up in Ghana! One day we will meet face to face and I will Lift my hands in Praise to the MotherLand. A kidnapped daughter returning to her Native Soil. Clap my hands together and land in Botswana! The Royal Kingdom of Benin. Nigeria My Love She beckons to me. Mama Mozambique I hear you calling my name!

My wings soar high across the Nile into Egypt Land of my Royal ancestors, Hatsheput, Tiye, and Nefertiti.

Who Were the Ancient Egyptians? They are us and we are them. We are all all Queendoms and Kingdoms of Africa!!

I see the long dark corridor which took me away. That dark ship ride on stormy seas bearing me to an untrue way in which I could no longer sing Creator’s grand melody. I can still hear the moans and groans of the weary, the silent rotting flesh of the dead. Some of cast into the ocean by pale pall bearers. Sanctified in oceans cold womb. For generations and generations I have longed to return. A cast away adrift in seas of detractors. My language, customs, traditions,rites and religion torn from me I recast myself yet never forgot my true self. Throwing off my shackles to be reborn. Warrior Queen reigns over distant shores. Curly kinky tendrils carry me upward off to regal shores.

My cousins sit along African shores awaiting my return.

Other genetic ancestors Navajo, Hopi, Arapaho and Sioux bid me stay, pay homage to our Ancient Americas and dwell among them but I could not. So I Blessed them all and began the long arduous journey homeward.  This time No North Star for me only galaxies and universes enveloping me inside the womb of my first Mother.

Don’t wake me up because I’m going home. I’m going home.  Five thousand years forward into the past. I’m going home.

 

 

 

Swing Low Sweet Chariot – Fisk Jubilee Singers (1909)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Portraits | Faded Photos ~~ Vibrant Memories


 

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Portraits

Paint a picture with words, capture someone on film, sketch a face in the crowd — this week, share a portrait.

Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer -- Grandmother
Paternal Grandmother Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer

Eva Sophronia Gordon born 1891. Married William Junius Palmer January 1919. First child Stanley born September 1919 died of Polio. Daughters Helen, Thelma and Eva all Lived. Eva’s twin William born 1922 also died of polio. Her last child my Father Edward Gordon Palmer was born 1930. He was the only boy to survive. His nickname was Precious.

I often wonder how my grandmother coped with losing two of her children but I suppose in those days there was little time to grieve plus eventually other children to care for. My Grandmother was a member of Mother Zion A.M.E. church so I’m sure that gave her comfort.

My Grandmother Eva was my Grandfather’s second wife. His first wife died and he needed a wife to care for him plus his first set of kids. My Grandmother needed a husband so as the story goes it was arranged for my Grandmother to cook my Grand Dad a meal. Must have been a good meal because they got married and stayed married until the early 1960s when they passed away.

Funerals tend to present you with unexpected family information on or about people you never knew existed. In May 1995 when my father Edward G. Palmer passed away I encountered some cousins I never knew I had. What shocked me was the man telling me that we were related was a tall white guy with blue eyes!! Then the stories of my Grandfather’s first wife began to make sense and the reason why he had a sudden departure from Petersburg, VA. His first wife was white! All during my childhood I had heard how my grandparents took in these kids, white kids but as I grew up that made no sense. Jim Crow was the law of the land and Miscegenation (whites marrying Blacks and vice versa) was a crime (Miscegenation Law was not abolished until 1968). I suppose my grandparents had to come up with some kind of story so that’s the tale I was told. It also explains why he never discussed his childhood or young adult years with my Dad. Some things are better left unsaid.

My Grandfather died when I was very young so I have no memory of him and very little of my Grandmother. I was around five or six when she passed away so my memories of her are faded, distant and dim but I always try to hang onto our trips into Harlem to visit her. This has imprinted on my mind. When I think back I can still see her apartment and envision the living room, kitchen one of the bedrooms and some of her furnishings.  It’s very important to keep those Memory Portraits fresh in ones mind.

Again in 2010 when the last of the Greatest Generation my Aunt Helen Palmer Garcia made her passage to the other side I met more of these “hidden” cousins. Unfortunately even though at that time I exchanged information with them we have not stayed in touch and I moved in 2012 so it would be difficult for me to find them or them to find me.

As we gathered in Aunt Helen’s church for the repast someone took a photo of our Rainbow Family but like everything else on my hard drive it has decided to hide. When you see my relatives we truly are a mixed race mosaic of America.

 

Edward Gordon Palmer 1935
My Dad Edward Gordon Palmer as a child in Harlem. This photograph was taken by famous Harlem Renaissance Photographer James Van Der Zee.

 

 

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Grandfather William Palmer with his children 1922, Mt.Morris Park, Harlem, New York.

 

Grandma Eva's Music Sewing Box
Grandma Eva Sophronia Gordon Palmer — Grandmother Music Sewing Box

 

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Memory Lane – Minnie Riperton

 

BILL WITHERS GRANDMA’S HANDS

 

Sly & The Family Stone – A Family Affair

The Prodigal Daughter Returns


 

The Prodigal Daughter Returns

Back By Popular Demand!!

The Sassy Sexy Irreverent One has made her way back to the Writing Blogosphere after a very brief hiatus!!

Still suffering the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune despite all ills, aches and pains the Queen has made her way back to her Throne!!  In the guise of Blue Spider Woman and with extra assistance from the Nubian Ninja D-Nice is back in the House!! Three Cheers for her Ladyship!! Hip! Hip! Hooray!!

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