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Some of these are joyful, some of these are loving, some of these are full of grief.

India.Arie's Brown Skin, original version.

Rickie Spice - Brown Skin )

Sanchez - Brown Eye Girl )

Bob Randall - Brown Skin Baby (They Took Me Away) )

Blackstar - Brown Skin )

Got pretty/thoughtful videos or poems to share? Please link.
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9 minutes of n-words and f-bombs )

More Ruckus

It's either laugh or cuss.
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Nothing less than equality will do. In play time or in srs bsns. Ever.

Self Love

Mar. 23rd, 2009 12:46 am
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"While RaceFail09 has many similarities to imbroglios about race and racism in the past, I believe its events have gained a unique momentum because they are not focused on one instance of racial prejudice, but spring from something enormous: challenging white authority.

I didn't grasp this until I compared RaceFail09 to Jim Crow era reckless eyeballing; the actual offense behind the label reckless eyeballing is challenging white authority."

From Reckless Eyeballing in the 21st Century

What is changing at this point, is that we're giving up the hope of working with broken social contracts. We're giving up on trying to engage in negotiations and reconciliation with people and groups that place their primacy and our marginalization as a price to admission. We're making our own.

From You left me outside and now you want in

From PoC in Fantasy: Reflections of Ourselves
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"Dream Variations," by Langston Hughes

To fling my arms wide
In some place of the sun,
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done.
Then rest at cool evening
Beneath a tall tree
While night comes on gently,
Dark like me-
That is my dream!
To fling my arms wide
In the face of the sun,
Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is done.
Rest at pale evening...
A tall, slim tree...
Night coming tenderly
Black like me.

The 562 images lovingly collected by [ profile] kialio here.
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Keep helping, y'all!

What is [ profile] verb_noire? In the words of [ profile] thewayoftheid it's:

To celebrate the works of talented, underrepresented authors and deliver them to a readership that demands more.

What does that mean? That if you're a talented writer with an awesome, original story about a POC girl/guy/transgendered character, there is a place for you. And that if you're a sci-fi/fantasy fan who has grown tired of the constant whitewashing of these genres, there is a place for you, too.

Now that isn't to say that we will accept ANY ol' manuscript as long as it features a POC protagonist, because we will NOT. What we're looking for is quality, soul and PASSION, something that will resonate with readers for years to come.
I can tell you out front that this money will solely be spent on the startup costs and not (despite my partner's obsessions) on hookers and blow. We'll pay our web designer, handle the licensing fees (so we can be a real business ya'll) and set up our equipment so that no one's work is lost.
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Throughout high school he did the usual ghettonerd things: he collected comic books, he played role-playing games, he worked at a hardware store to save money for an outdated Apple IIe. He was an introvert who trembled with fear every time gym class rolled around. He watched nerd shows like “Doctor Who” and “Blake’s 7,” could tell you the difference between a Veritech fighter and a Zentraedi battle pod, and he used a lot of huge-sounding nerd words like “indefatigable” and “ubiquitous” when talking to niggers who would barely graduate from high school. He read Margaret Weis and Tracy Hickman novels (his favorite character was, of course, Raistlin) and became an early devotee of the End of the World. He devoured every book he could find that dealt with the End Times, from John Christopher’s “Empty World” to Hal Lindsey’s “The Late Great Planet Earth.”

From the short story The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao which became a novel that won the Pulitzer prize.

So, comfortably racist sf & f genre? Take your genre authenticity and shove it. When we do us, when fangirls and fanboys write our chromatic realities, when we verb noire, we rise above you and garner awards that you couldn't dream of in your sf & f ghetto. You don't even need to recognize. Because those that have made you outcasts on account of your fidelity to genre? You've elided yourself. When Mike Chabon is given geek cred and folk like PAD are laughed at by other white writers who are publishing in the New Yorker and any Norton Anthology of choice? You've erased yourself from the conversation. When other scions of other racist institutions see us writing/creating/speaking our truths to power? And when we rock hard at it, they prefer to call us 'magical realists' or 'psychic storytellers' or award winning geniuses or whatever, and our books have ghosts, and tech, and monsters (that aren't based on us, though they are sometimes based on the likes of you). White people that don't consider you colleagues award us with Litcrit honors and this after those of us who write like such outsell you. When it comes down to is that amongst the fanboy and fangirl hordes, there are those who become writers within the genre, but outside of 'dom: what is often said of genre names that do come up in conversation is something not unlike, "Will who?"

ETA: A nerd. Not necessarily from the ghetto.

Junot Diaz

Feb. 8th, 2009 11:37 pm
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Junot Diaz won the Pulitzer prize for his fanboy loving, nigger-reclaiming (he gets to use that word), excellent-in-all-its-parts novel The Brief and Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao. (Published by Penguin. Not Tor. Hmmm.)

Anyhow, several of his short stories can be found at The New Yorker. And while they aren't all speculative, they do focus on unicorns, people of color. Wao. Wow.


The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao

Homecoming with Turtle

I'm thinking, maybe the price to be paid for turning entire people groups, and its members, into narrative tropes that glorify manifest destiny and colonization--and persisting in this-- is that when the metanarrative begins to magnify the humanity of all people-- not only the white ones-- the hidebound genre elides itself.

x-posted, with changes, to earth tone.


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