We look to them for guidance, nurturing, mother-work and rarely allow them to exist in shared spaces as publicly sexual and attractive people. The participants note this interesting axis between race/gender/gender performance where black fat and femme people are often remade into the earlier image of the black mammy, existing only to give and serve. These mammies often had children, but no one dare claim them as the object of their desire. Sex with a mammie was something to be ashamed of. She was there to be used, not loved. All too often we reproduced this sort of racial-sexual consumerism with our friends, our sex partners and our family members.
Black folks, we’re diverse, we think different thoughts and that is oh–fucking–kay…but it is important for to stand strong in my beliefs and disallow the use of my survival of rape, my trauma and my proximity to violence as authenticator of state-sponsored violence and ownership of black, brown and queer bodies.
By Jesika Laster and Odelia Younge A few weeks ago, Siana Bangura—a black British poet and freelance journalist—was assaulted by a white man on a train in the UK on…
Many may think, the liberation of the black man means the oppression of others.
But how can we give the world love
When the world don’t love us?
And we need to check each other for those times when we live foul.
Because a black dead-beat dad
Was once a broken black child.
Whose wounds are still fresh no matter how well dressed
Blessed is the king who wears the crown.
Heard through the grapevine that some white folks might be gettin’ more rights. Ain’t that some shit? Last time I checked they didn’t need much protection. What? I’m being crass…
Wayne Dequan Robinson III. My given name. I haven’t gone by Wayne in over three years, not since we took that trip to Ghana. That’s where my family started looking…