Nationality is the legal relationship between an individual human and a Nation.
Race is a classification system used to categorize humans into large and distinct populations or physical appearance.
Ethnicity is an ethnic character, background, or affiliation.
Example: I was born and raised in Kenya, my ethnicity is Kenyan. However, I moved to the US and over time become a US citizen, my nationality is American. Based on global guidelines of race, I am black, due my physical appearance.
Ran across this post…. Gives some valid points on what separates the Trayvon Martin cases from other murder cases…couldn’t have said it better myself… Good read and worth it!
I’ve seen a few Facebook friends post the following article,
The post goes on to tell the story of Eve Carson, a white female UNC student that was murdered during a carjacking and robbery on March 5, 2008, and…
Let me start with a story. As a way to earn extra cash I often baby-sit through an agency. (I mean NYC is EXPENSIVE and a girl gotta eat.) I recently babysat this adorable 4-year-old boy who is OBSESSED with Spiderman. I even had to keep him from climbing on the furniture several times. LOL! Any who, it was movie time and he brings me the DVD for “Spiderman 3” which has the following case art:
After convincing the 4 year old the movie is too scary for ME to watch, he looks at me, with complete innocence, and ask, “Why is that Spiderman black?’
Now, because I am a complete comic book GEEK my initial thoughts were, “WHAT!?! How do you not know???? He’s Venom, DUH!!! Come on kid! I THOUGHT YOU WERE A FAN!?!!!!!!” But it would have been wrong of me to
make fun of scold him due to his lack of Marvel education, so I simply said, “Because he’s Venom.” How silly of me to think that would be good enough explanation for a 4 year old? He asks again, “but why is he black?” so I responded, “Because he’s the bad guy.”
At first I didn’t think much of my response. It’s the truth, Venom is one of the villains in the third Spiderman movie thusly a “bad guy”. It wasn’t until the little boy said, “So, the black one is the bad one?” that it hit me. I looked at his innocent little face and could tell he was digesting the thought, “Black one= bad one=evil.” I freaked.
My mind started racing, “What have I done??? Will this be the catalyst that will start a spiral of racial profiling??? OH-EM-GEE!!! Did I just help create another radical conservative!?!?!” (Shameless jab)
Now, it’s possible I was thinking too hard. As a side effect of babysitting various privileged kids I often find myself relating to the Best-Selling novel and Oscar Nominated film, “The Help.” I just think…
So I quickly sat the little boy down and tried my best to explain to him in the simplest, most delicate matter that Venom is AWESOME! In fact he is one of the best characters/villains in the
Spiderman Marvel Universe. That the actual Venom persona is the side effect of an extraterrestrial parasite that attaches it’s self to Spiderman’s suit. Ultimately turning the suit black and causing Spiderman to act irrationally. I tried my best not to focus on the actual color of the suit but the simple fact that when the suit changes color its a visual clue that Spiderman isn’t his usual “friendly” self.
After a 20 minute, well thought out explanation, the little boy turns to me and says, “So when he turns black he turns bad?” LOL!! Bless his heart. Can I blame the kid? He’s 4! How can I expect him to grasp concepts deeper than shapes and colors? Can I blame Stan Lee , the creator of Venom, for having a “black” villain when he also created the Green Goblin, Doctor Octopus, and Sandman? Can I blame myself for not thinking how he might internalize my answer? I don’t know. All I could do was laugh, rub his little head, and say a small prayer that 1.) One day he will understand the concept behind the “Venom Suit” (nerd prayer) 2.) He will not be eternally brainwashed into relating black to bad.
Now most would say I was just being paranoid but was I? Look at what’s happening to our society. Over the last month the amount of racism I have seen in our country has been disgusting. Maybe I just live in a bubble, but I really thought WE, as a people in the United States, had transcended the ignorant thoughts of predecessors in terms of skin color. More specifically the younger generations, who are growing up in a mixed society where there is an African- American president. Call me crazy, but I expect to see more levels of acceptance among our youth. How naive of me?
Instead I fear for our youth. Surfing the web I have come across the most disturbing things and I’m not just talking about the sad case known as Trayvon Martin. I’m talking about the Face book posts, bumper stickers, the public outrage on movie castings, the hate crimes and don’t get me started on the ignorance of twitter. It’s really sad that so many young minds (of all races) feel/ think this way. You really have to wonder, “Where do these kids get this?” The worst part is most of them don’t even realize they’re being racist. SMH! We need to do better.
Many will debate that racism will always be an issue if you keep talking about it but acting like it doesn’t exist and constantly sweeping it under the rug doesn’t help either. The truth of the matter is that racism is ALIVE and KICKING. The evidence is all over the Internet. So you have a choice, you can 1.) Ignore it. Or 2.) You can educate those around you and let them know it’s not ok to judge a person’s moral character based on the color of their skin. At least I tried to explain the “Venom” concept to the little boy. How many of you would have ended the conversation when he said, “So the black one is the bad one?”
Just some food for thought.
Author’s Note: I on purposefully left the little boy’s race out of my story and decided to describe him simply as “Innocent.” I wanted to show that it doesn’t make a difference if he was a Caucasian or Person of Color. If he relates “Black to bad” he could grow up both hating himself and people like him or hating those who don’t look like him. Either outcome is a problem for our society as a whole not just a singular race.
The medical [profession] tries to tell every woman, ‘Have your babies before 40 because you shouldn’t have children after 40.’ Society tells us, ‘Get married before 30, because no man wants a woman after 30.’ You are not half the woman you’re gonna be until you turn 30. You’re not even half of…
**CAUTION: HIGHLY CONTROVERSAL**
A co-worker and I were have a race talk. Race talks are always tricky and often lead to some head rubbing statements that are often best left alone. Any who, he sent me this video. I find it interesting because you can argue either view-point from the message. Yes, he’s racist but at the same time some of his points make sense….. hmmm….
It’s no secret, life is filled with obstacles for the black woman. I can write several posts on the statistics demonstrating how our demographic is destined to fail in every aspect of life (don’t get me started on our marriage rate). It’s a shame….. but what’s even sadder is the disgust black woman have for themselves. It’s hard being black in America but sometimes it’s even harder being a light-skinned black female in her own community.
Before you start protesting hear me out.
There are certain assumptions about light skinned black women. Growing up in the south, I found myself a target in high school. I went to a fairly mixed school but of the blacks in my grade I was the lightest female. In the land of paper bag testing, my light skin color is a symbol of a bias dating back to slavery. It doesn’t help that the modern day entertainment industry often displays lighter black women with black men, white men, and a happy family.
My brown friends got in their head that black men only like women with light skin and long hair. They also believed since they did not have the light-skin or the European features that were displayed in mass media they were not pretty, safe, or sociably acceptable. I on the other hand possessed all three of these elements. (skin, features, and hair) Who cares if it was the early 2000s I was automatically seen as the high yella, think she betta than any one else, house negra our ancestors, for whatever reason, envied. That logic screwed life up for me.
Due to the perceptions of light-skinned women I was bullied. I became the butt of all my darker friends jokes. I would try to look nice going to school but if a guy noticed it didn’t take long for someone to tell him he shouldn’t compliment me or I’ll get big headed. Any dude I was interested in some one else already had “claims”. One time a friend told me, to my face, a guy I liked was too cute for me and then pursued him herself. I didn’t understand the source of the “attacks” at the time. Regardless, it didn’t take long for me to learn if I want to have friends I can’t be pretty and I need to stay single.
Thank God in college (after meeting a fellow lightie) not only did I start to find my confidence but so did many of my friends. I’ve even had discussions with some of them about the past “bullying” and they explained their actions. How there perception of women like me (Light-skin) stemmed from a certain self-hatred. They were projecting their hatred of a media’s beauty to real people. Little did they know I never saw them as anything but beautiful. Being the only lightie, I yearned to look like them.
Too often black women do this to each other. We are turning into a clan of haters. It’s bad enough our race, as a whole, has to face opposition but why are we sub classing ourselves by shade? I get so tired hearing black women rag on Vanessa Williams, Thandie Newton or Paula Patton and how the media displays them as some of the most beautiful woman. Big Whoop, they’re mixed and have European features, and? Those women are GORGEOUS. By the one drop rule they are still one of us! Heck, I’m fully black and look more like them. Not to mention the media, nor I, deny the brown beauties of Queen Latifah, Gaberielle Union or Kerri Washington. So why do we always point the fingers at the light-skinned role models?
You may argue the fact, well those women (Thandie and Paula) are seen as a universal pretty what dark skin woman can you name with the same status? (Naomi Campbell) Another big Whoop! Ask yourself, what am I trying to attract? Go talk to your regular, every day black man. Ask him what he likes. At times my guy friends make me feel like I should just give up on black men all together. (lol) It’s always a unanimous vote that the caramel to dark brown skin chick with full lips and a voluptuous figure is “BAD.” I look in the mirror and I all see is fair skin, medium lips, two bee stings, and an iron board back. (I’m a chick that has to work out for curves) One male friend told me I should wear my hair in its natural wave because it makes me look more exotic. Oh so now I have to be exotic to be “bad” (pulls out Spanish dictionary) So damn, other races don’t won’t me (cause I’m still a nigra), the men of my race aren’t immediately attracted to me, and black women are wary of me. Great…..
Now, there’s the afro-centric/pro-ethnic movement happening. All the brownies that couldn’t go 6 weeks without a perm are cutting it all off and letting the natural kinky curl fly free. I’m with it! Let’s be the natural beautiful women God made. Oh wait, I’m not allowed to participate? Yeah, because some are so pro-ethnic that they harass and exclude their own kind. I guess I don’t look “Black” enough.
I get the rebel against white culture but I swear some brown women see a dude with a light skinned female and you swear she was Caucasian. (not that I have a problem with interracial dating but you get my drift) Yet, when I see a woman with smooth milk chocolate skin, full facial features, and natural hair you can’t tell me that’s she’s not beautiful. (I get even more hyped when I see such a beauty in an interracial couple) So tell me my Sistahs, why can’t you see me as beautiful too? No one is better. We face the same struggle. We branch from the same tree of beauty. We are all beautiful in SOMEONE’S eyes. Most importantly, WE ARE ALL BLACK. We gotta stop the hate and just appreciate ourselves as the strong black beauties we were born to be.
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Not my usual type of post but I love this scene! In Honor of Fox’s “Glee” returning tonight a performance of “Run the World (Girls)” by Heather Morris. :-)
I’ve been following the #OccupyWallStreet movement for awhile. I plan on actually going down there within the next week or so to see whats really going on with the protesters and why they’re participating in the movement. I saw this posting of a flier that was apparently dropped at the #OccupyWallStreet protest in Chicago. First argument from the other side that made sense to me.
Rihanna- We Found Love
So maybe I’m a week old but I’m still enjoying this little video. It’s gotten some mix reviews and interesting responses but I personally can’t knock it. Taking an upbeat song to tell this tragic tale of blissful, whirlwind love gone wrong is what makes it so unique and appealing. In four minutes not only do you get a whole story but also one you can actually connect to. The song itself is surface deep but the opening monologue spits truth and really sets the tone for the rest of the video.
Now for a deeper analysis…..
The video really brings to light the intoxicating nature of love. Starting a new relationship is one of the highest highs in life. The overwhelming sense of excitement and the ego boost is a feeling so nice once we get a taste of it we do not want to let it go. Speaking on my own personal experience, I know I’ve entertained people I didn’t even like because of the attention they gave. (Don’t act like you haven’t) We all want love and we all want it bad. Some of us are more addicted than others. I.e. if when watching this video you were inspired to recreate it…. Ummm… some self-evaluation might be needed. Any good that comes with THAT much bad is abusive. That’s not real love.
However, I can’t front. The video looks boucoup (New Orleans Slang for “A lot”) of fun. I would love to find someone who will push me in a cart down the street or have coke bottle squirt fight with me in a store. It low-key sucks that whenever love is displayed in media as a passionate whirlwind it always ends tragic. Like dang, I’m all for nice diners and flowers but I really want a dude that will kick rocks with me for hours and enjoy it. I’m a quirky dork other peoples stupid is my fun. So toast to the man who can enjoy fine dining, send roses for no reason, have an Ultimate Star Wars/ Lord of the Rings Marathon with me and will not beat/verbally abuse me. Looking forward to the day we meet!