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The Dapper Rebels of Los Angeles, 1966
In the summer of 1965, riots broke out in the Watts neighborhood of southern Los Angeles. Over a six-day period, 34 people were killed, 1,032 injured and over 3,438 arrests were made. In 1966, LIFE magazine revisited the site of the worst riots America had ever seen in its history. The photo essay depicting the region’s ‘fearsome street gangs’ however, turned out more like a fashion shoot for dapper style…
This article is such an interesting look at the history of black fashion, quintessential “Los Angeles” style, and how we perceive early gang culture. I’m fascinated with the pride of dress shown by the “dapper rebels” and the dignity presented in their portraits and photos.
Bearded brothers of the day #yourewelcome
we need to make this black male opinions
LMAOOOO YESSS!!! This is what it feels like when we talkin about shit and some black ankh ass nigga comes in with his bullshit. Someone please do this! where is niggaswithankhs lol. Her face is so priceless and accurate. Please caption this y’all!!!!
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I wish to raise a Black man who will not be destroyed by, nor settle for, those corruptions called power by the white fathers who mean his destruction as surely as they mean mine. I wish to raise a Black man who will recognize that the legitimate objets of his hostility are not women, but the particulars of a structure that programs him to fear and despise women as well as his own black self.
For me, this task begins with teaching my son that I do not exist to do his feeling for him.
— Audre Lorde, Sister Outsider, “Man Child”. The essay “Man Child” was originally published in 1979 in Conditions: Four (via sproutedink)
it’s actually absurdly easy for a black dude to be labeled ‘conscious’
all you gotta say is like, “the government is lying to you”
wear shirts with the outline of africa on them
and address other black people as “my brotha” and “my sista”
and say you listen to ‘real hip-hop’
like you don’t really need a critical analysis of well….anything
Forgot the Malcolm X poster.
truth
It feels like zero critiques of hip hop ever point out rapper’s depression
I mean I never hear people every talk about the 15000 rappers going through depression and usually dedicating several tracks off of their debut albums to talk about their addiction to drugs or pills or their suicidal tendency. The only exceptions are Eminem and Biggie’s one song Suicidal Thoughts. Outside of that, no one cares to mention it. Sad rock band makes a song about crying or a band and their fans were lots of black/anti-social behavior all over America we must investigate what is wrong with Middle America! Black men aren’t allowed to be depressed or suicidal though. Always ignored to fit whatever narrative people want to talk about hip-hop. I mean that positive or negative. Even the people who love it rarely every bring it up.
Whatchu mean Black people have feelings?!?!?!
and have complex inner lives????????
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There was no response whatsoever to the increased suicide rate among young women of color. Instead, we were treated to a lecture on the black woman’s responsibilities to the black man. I will never forget my sense of horror and betrayal when one of the panelists said to me (and to the rest of that august body of black women gathered there): “The responsibility of the black woman is to support the black man; whatever he does.”
It occurred to me that my neck could be at that minute under some man’s heel, and this woman would stroll by and say, “Right on.”
— Alice Walker, In Search of Our Mothers’ Gardens (via feministcookingshow)
“ I was stopped and questioned seven times by University police on my way into the physics building,” he says. “Seven times. Zero times was I stopped going into the gym—and I went to the gym a lot. That says all you need to know about how welcome I felt at Texas.
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Neil deGrasse Tyson, on racism at the University of Texas, Austin (via sheikhmaat)
See also Sweatt v. Painter (1950)
The case involved a black man, Heman Marion Sweatt, who was refused admission to the School of Law of the University of Texas, whose president was Theophilus Painter, on the grounds that the Texas State Constitution prohibited integrated education. At the time, no law school in Texas would admit black students, or, in the language of the time, “Negro” students.
The state district court in Travis County, instead of granting the plaintiff a writ of mandamus, continued the case for six months. This allowed the state time to create a law school only for black students, which it established in Houston, Texas, rather than in Austin. The ‘separate’ law school and the college became today’s Texas Southern University; the law school is known as the Thurgood Marshall School of Law.
(via paxamericana)
Reblogging because my parents actually went to TSU… And this explains a lot…
In other news I’ve had friends who got rolled up on by campus safety WHILE DOING LAUNDRY in their own dorm because the student that called didn’t think he belonged. Me and my friend who work at the info desk of the STUDENT CENTER are always asked “are you a student here?” despite the name plate that says my name and class year right on top of the table.
Historically white colleges (which is a phrase we don’t use that is a perfect descriptor of a LOT of schools out there, we should make that a thing btw) have a great way of reminding you the most people still don’t think students of color REALLY belong…
(via newwavefeminism)
Different Worlds: (White v black parenting)
“It’s freezing out! How many times do I have to tell you to put your hood up or you’ll catch your death of cold?”
“I don’t care how cold it is. How many times do I have to tell you to keep your hod down or you’ll catch your death of trigger-happy vigilantes?”
“ As the father of two black teenage boys, this case hits close to home. This is the fear that seizes me whenever my boys are out in the world: that a man with a gun and an itchy finger will find them “suspicious.” That passions may run hot and blood run cold. That it might all end with a hole in their chest and hole in my heart. That the law might prove insufficient to salve my loss.
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New York Times journalist Charles Blow, on his own fears after hearing about the shooting of Trayvon Martin (via nothingfalseabouthope)
Post racial America: Where fathers and mothers still fear for their children for merely walking on the streets and existing. This fear is so fucking palpable that it shakes our very core.
(via wildeblackseoul)
