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Tags: black, blacks, crime, darren wilson, ferguson, michael brown, murder, police, protest, race, racism
Tags: barack obama, blacks, darren wilson, death, ferguson, fighting hate, michael brown, police, race, racism
The country is on edge awaiting the announcement later tonight of a St. Louis County grand jury’s decision to issue or not issue a true bill. In other words, we are waiting to find out whether 12 people–nine white and three black–thought there was probable cause to indict white Ferguson, MO police officer Darren Wilson for shooting and killing unarmed black teenager Michael Brown on August 9.
Reviewing the timeline published on the Newsweek website, I am reminded that there is plenty of reason to be on edge. This case was the last straw for many people of color in the seeming war on black and brown people by various local governments at the hands of their police forces. At the same time, the worst of the worst racists crawled from under their rocks, some in the guise of “news” organizations spreading unverified supposed facts that have since turned out to be completely without merit and turning the word “thug” into code for “nigger.” The Internet, especially Twitter, was ugly, dirty and heartbreaking. I knew this country had a severe race problem. I now believe with all my heart that if the racial divide becomes any more severe, there will eventually be a race war.
People of color are sick and tired of having to justify our mere existence to stupid white people. Unfortunately, most of those who aren’t stupid, who don’t demand that we justify our every breath of life, stay silent. It is as though the racists have silenced those who had some semblance of decency by threatening to take away their “white card.” If a person of color complained about the treatment or ideas doled out by the racists, they were called racists. As the saying goes, the best defense is a good offense. This pattern has continued in recent days as astute, experiential observations were made, albeit in extremely clumsy ways. A case in point is that of Duncanville, Texas Independent School District teacher Vinita Hegwood who, according to USA Today, tweeted,”Who the (expletive) made you dumb duck (expletive) crackers think I give a squat (expletive) about your opinions about my opinions RE: Ferguson? Kill yourselves,” from her private account. She was fired by the school board a week later.
Please, don’t misunderstand me. What Hegwood did was, when seen in a vacuum, completely unacceptable, abusive and bigoted. However, as someone who has had to walk away from Twitter for days and weeks at a time, knowing that I have a public persona, to prevent myself from expressing the utter rage I’ve felt at the continuous assaults on my own person, on other Twitter users who were either people of color or brave whites who vehemently disagreed with the racist disinformation meant to smear Brown, blacks in general and justify Wilson’s taking of his life, I get it. Boy, do I get it! Being a person of color on Twitter means that you have a target on your avatar. It doesn’t matter if you’re Palestinian, black, brown, red or some combination thereof. If you are not a white Tea Partier who believes in the bestiality of those unlike you, you are toast. Anyone who says that these racist bottom-feeders are just spouting words have no clue about the present and historic power of those words, the ideologies and the hatred behind them. No, they are not just words. They are attacks as vicious as any made with a material weapon.
Less than an hour prior to the 9 p.m. announcement of the grand jury’s decision, MSNBC.com posted a report about the racist hashtag #FergusonRiotTips floating on Twitter. Among the tweets that appeared with that hashtag are “pants up, don’t loot,” in a play on the slogan “Hands up! Don’t shoot!” popularized by protestors in support of Brown in the months following the shooting. Brown allegedly raised his hands in surrender and asked Wilson not to shoot him.
What’s happening online is simply indicative of hatreds given form and voice offline.
President Barack Obama, America’s first black president, has received more death threats than any other president. Indeed, he received Secret Service protection even before becoming the Democratic Party’s candidate in 2008 because, as a black man in a racist country, his life was in danger on a daily basis. After becoming president, the threats continued and grew to a rate 400 times that of his immediate predecessor, George W. Bush. The Birther Movement asserted that Obama wasn’t even born in the U.S., but in Kenya and, therefore, not even eligible to run for president under the Article II of the U.S. Constitution which states:
No person except a natural born Citizen, or a Citizen of the United States, at the time of the Adoption of this Constitution, shall be eligible to the Office of President; neither shall any Person be eligible to that Office who shall not have attained to the Age of thirty-five Years, and been fourteen Years a Resident within the United States.
Obama, who was born in the State of Hawai’i, has produced his birth certificate time and time again. Has any other candidate ever been asked, much less required, to do so in order to try to quell the din of people with cesspools for brains? The answer is simple: No. Has any other president ever had “You lie!” shouted at him from the gallery during a joint session of Congress as Rep. Joe Wilson (R-SC) did in 2009? No. Has any president in the modern era been as openly disrespected and abused as Obama, regardless of party? No. I freely admit that I had no respect for Sen. John McCain when he ran for president in 2008 nor do I now when as I wish he’d retire and go sit on the porch of one of his eight homes and look at the beautiful sunsets over the Sonoma Desert. Still, had he won instead of Obama, he’d be president of the United States. Period. Even if I have no respect for the person holding the office, as much as I abhor it, it is only right to respect the office. Yet, that isn’t the case with Obama. He’s a black man.
If I have heard it once I have heard it 100 times, invariably from older white people, that this isn’t the country they know. Thank God it isn’t! Then again, maybe it is. And that’s the trouble.
RIP Michael Brown. I suspect strongly that the rest of the country will not for a long, long time.
Tags: career advice, economics, fashion, jobs, journalism, music, native american, wwm
October 1, 2013 marks the inaugural edition of WickedWomanMag.com, (WWM), an online magazine for women 35+ with a household income of $75K+; a traditional college or university education ending in at least a Bachelor’s degree; in middle-management or a profession, (i.e. attorney, doctor, dentist, engineer, architect, nurse, veterinarian, CPA, etc.), and; women who have brains and aren’t afraid to use them.
At the heart of WWM is DIVERSITY. We aren’t going to just talk the talk, but walk the walk. It will be completely usual to see ads and articles featuring people of color, biracial people, women who wear sizes 2-24 clothing and people who identify within the LGBT spectrum. I don’t care what a subject looks like or the gender of the person s/he loves–unless it’s relevant. I care about what he or she has to teach our readers. Obviously, stories have to resonate with a significant portion of our readership as well.
All of the departments will not roll out in the first issue, but will do so throughout the coming 12 months. However, as things stand now, for the first issue I want pitches about economic issues; fashion; career advice; Native American affairs, and; music. I encourage pitches by diverse writers as long as they can write in English and write well. If you pitch a profile, (something I encourage), it’s got to be of a woman who is truly the epitome of a “wicked” woman. That is to say, she has made an extraordinary mark in her profession; is the first woman/minority in a position; saw a problem and did something about it in an effective manner, etc. In other words, an awesome woman who can teach others how to lead and succeed by example.
Now comes the difficult part. The pay is crappy by today’s freelance standards. I can only pay $200 for up to 1000 printed words. In the future, that will go up. However, because I am being very conservative in my commitments to you, I cannot promise more unless I find a publisher’s rep to represent the mag with advertisers and ad agencies between now and October 1. If you’re still interested, put the word “QUERY” in caps in the Subject, include a cover letter about yourself, a résumé and at least three clips or a link to clips with your pitch to ★tww★at★wickedwomanmag★dot★com by Sunday, August 18. Include art or sources for art and an e-mail address and phone number where you can be reached.
If chosen, articles based on your pitch will be due September 15. You must also be available for at least one Skype meeting prior to publication. If you have any other questions, feel free to contact me at ★tww★at★wickedwomanmag★dot★com.
I particularly encourage Latino, Native American and Asian journalists to pitch ideas.
Tags: barack obama, blacks, children, crime, death, fighting hate, florida, george zimmerman, police, Trayvon Martin
I’ve been trying to figure out what to write about the Trayvon Martin situation ever since the Zimmerman verdict. I haven’t written much because it’s so utterly terrible that words, at least MY words, could never do it justice. My pain is most definitely palpable. My anger is righteous. Neither of those translate into a vocabulary to adequately explain how I, and just about all people who look like me, viscerally feel. This is not academic for us. People of color in the U.S. frequently feel what the government would call a “credible threat.” I’m about to be responsible for an online women’s mag that has ethnic/racial, orientational and ability diversity at its heart. At the same time, I know, even as a black WOMAN, that I damn well better make sure my hands are where a cop who stops me for any or no reason can see them and tell that cop everything I’m about to do when I reach for my wallet and driver’s license if I don’t want to end up injured or dead. Ironically, I’ve got a slew of cops–both active and retired–in my family.
There is an article on the Counterpunch website that comes closer to my feelings than anything else I’ve read. The only other person who’s been so spot on for me is President Obama when he said that Trayvon could have been him 35 years ago. He’s right. Any cop in Hawaii could have shot and killed him for virtually no reason at all and gotten away with it then and now.
I’m going to be brutally honest about something and it’s going to piss off my white friends. Non-white people are sick and tired of having to explain ourselves and our cultures to you. We learn who whites are and what it means to be white from the time we pop out of our mothers’ wombs. If we didn’t, we wouldn’t survive. For thousands and thousands of us, the lessons weren’t enough. There are too many black, brown and red males who have ended up in cemeteries or hospitals beaten within an inch of their lives. Certainly, there are far, far too many in prison after being convicted by juries terrified by the demonization of the accused by prosecutors who validated the fear many whites had already. Even though we are weary, we have no choice but to keep explaining because maybe one person will figure out that killing some kid coming back from the local convenience store because he wore clothing the white person did not approve of and whose skin was the “wrong” color IS NOT THE RIGHT THING TO DO! Damn! Is that lesson so freakin’ hard?! It would seem so because Trayvon isn’t the only black person killed or maimed within an inch of their lives by blue (aka police officers) and white people with guns, ropes, dogs, horses, batons and cars. (Sorry, but Zimmerman’s I.D. as Latino is a convenience in my opinion so that the jury saw him as another minority and, thereby, discounted the racial aspects of the case.) It happens in this country far, far more than most people know, but ask a criminal defense attorney and you’ll get a very different picture, Zimmerman attorney Mark O’Mara’s idiocy notwithstanding.
As I said, non-white people get tired as hell of explaining ourselves. Yet, this is what has to happen until the light bulb goes on in the collective white consciousness, assuming there is such a thing, and they discover what we’ve known for nearly 400 years now: there is a race problem in this country that has never been honestly addressed. I am amazed that whites are amazed that non-whites and in some parts of the country, Asians, have to walk a fine line between teaching our children how to be strong and teaching them to damn near say, “Yessa, Massa” and “Nossa, Massa” when confronted by people who are supposed to protect us, too. Why did white people not know this? How could white people not know this? It makes me Want. To. Fucking. Screeeeeeeeeam!!
Another thing that President Obama said in his surprise appearance in the White House press room eight days ago is that our society is evolving into a “more perfect union.” His daughters, 15-year-old Malia and 12-year-old Sasha, have no understanding of the bigotry in generations before. They have friends with same-sex parents and who are part of the wonderful patchwork quilt of races and ethnicities that make this country wonderful when seen from afar. On one hand, I am so very glad they have no personal basis for understanding. On the other hand, not having that personal basis means that, were they not part of the president’s family, they would likely face serious racism at some point in their lives. I wonder if they know about the enormous spike in death threats against the First Family which, by the way, includes them. Why? Because there is a lot of racial hatred here in this supposed “land of the free” and “home of the brave.”
According to an ABC News report that appears on their Chicago affiliate’s website, there were over 40,000 threats against the president and those around him between 2008 and the beginning of 2012. I cannot find the original sources for this number as many of the links from the Daily Kos article are suspiciously non-functional, particularly those to Talking Points Memo. However, a 2009 article that appeared in The Telegraph, a British newspaper, states:
Since Mr Obama took office, the rate of threats against the president has increased 400 per cent from the 3,000 a year or so under President George W. Bush, according to Ronald Kessler, author of In the President’s Secret Service.
Some threats to Mr Obama, whose Secret Service codename is Renegade, have been publicised, including an alleged plot by white supremacists in Tennessee late last year to rob a gun store, shoot 88 black people, decapitate another 14 and then assassinate the first black president in American history.
The idea that we are in a “post racial” United States is a complete fallacy and always will be as long as there are people of any race/ethnicity unwilling to leave someone of another race/ethnicity to go about his or her business without having to worry that some bigot wants them dead for having been born the “wrong” color. Obama is half white, an inconvenient truth for many race-baiting Republicans, Tea Partiers, conspiracy theorists, birthers and members of various militia groups in this gun-crazed country. The rest of us have had to learn a whole new vocabulary to navigate the muddy waters of the Obama era. The one that just slays me every time I hear it uttered by some late middle-aged or elderly white woman is, “This isn’t the America I know.” Yeah, the America you knew would never have had a black man stride confidently into the White House, family, (including his mother-in-law), in tow and set up housekeeping for eight years. Sad.
If the president of the United States faces such racism, believe me, the rest of us are feeling it as well. Granted, we usually aren’t targeted by potential assassins, but we do have the George Zimmermans and Archie Bunker-wannabes to deal with. We have to be afraid that our sons, husbands, brothers and uncles will get stopped on a day when some cop thinks he’s driving the wrong car in the wrong neighborhood and “reasons” that the nigger must have stolen it, thereby making him primed to draw his weapon to face a perceived hostile car thief. If the driver protests his innocence, even if he can prove it, he risks serious injury or death simply because of the color of his skin and how much money he has in the bank. A rich, educated nigger gets under the skin of many a white male who can’t manage to hold down a job or makes less money at the job he has. All of my male relatives have been through scenarios not unlike the one I’ve described above, including the cops, the judge and the lawyers in the family. I cannot name a black man in my general age range who hasn’t been pulled over without probable cause. There is something supremely wrong with that fact.
As President Obama said, Trayvon could have been him 35 years or so ago. Trayvon could be a kid in my extended family. It would not matter one wit that his father, uncle, brother or grandfather was a cop–assuming he even got a chance to say so. Indeed, there’s no guarantee that the relative isn’t receiving harassment on the job as many black officers do in smaller departments, especially those in predominantly white suburbs. If they can’t count on their fellow police officers, why should any non-white person think s/he is immune from a cop having a bad day? If the president is threatened over 30 times a day, stretching the Secret Service beyond its limits, (something they deny, by the way), why should we expect justice for a 17-year-old kid going back to his father’s house in a gated community wearing a completely innocuous type of outerwear who was shot and killed by a vigilante who will not go to prison because a six-member, all female and mostly white jury decided that Zimmerman was reasonable in his belief that his life was in danger from the unarmed teen?
Trying to persuade another person to walk in your shoes for a while when they already have pre-conceived ideas is difficult at best. There have been times when I’ve simply thrown up my hands and said, “I can’t do this anymore. I can’t try to teach someone with no context at all how I feel.” It is at those times when I barricade myself in my house and/or my bedroom and cry. That’s the only thing I can do because I get so tired and so angry. However, in the end, I go through the same shit again, but maybe with a different person. Occasionally, I’ll make progress. It is for those times that I keep trying. Like Obama sees hope in his daughters, making even a small dent in the preconceived notions held by others about what it means to be black in America is a major victory in my eyes. I just wish more whites would take on the burden of learning and stop putting the burden on non-whites to teach them because, really, it isn’t our job. We do it, nevertheless, because there is no other viable choice. It is a tragedy that a boy died because no one taught his killer to have an open mind and open heart instead of a closed mind and a gun. This article would not have been written and a boy might have grown into a wonderful, proud young man and had a family of his own. Instead, he was taken from the world by someone not fit to shine his shoes. I pray that Trayvon Martin’s death will not have been in vain.
Tags: anti-choice, civil rights, doma, lccr, lgbt rights, prop 8, racial profiling, Trayvon Martin, u.s. supreme court, voting rights act of 1965, wp political bloggers alliance
A version of this post originally appeared July 2, 2013 on my Facebook page after the Supreme Court of the United States handed down the Prop 8 and so-called “Defense of Marriage Act” decisions in Hollingsworth, et al. v. Perry, et al. (Prop 8) and U.S. v. Windsor (the DOMA case) on June 26, 2013 and the same Court virtually stripped the teeth out of the Civil Rights Voting Act of 1965 in Shelby County v. Holder the day before.
This summer has been lousy for people like me. That is to say, those who are black, queer* and female. In this country, that means I’m going to have more difficulty voting; I’ve got all kinds of strangers up in my uterus without my consent; if I did decide to carry a fetus to term and it’s a boy, I’d better be prepared to tell him that he has to kiss some cop’s ass even if that cop deserves no respect at all, BUT; I can marry anyone I love and who will have me as long as I do so in a foreign country or in one of the 13 states and the District of Columbia, (Minnesota and Rhode Island began offering same-sex marriages on August 1, 2013), where same-sex marriage is legal should my love happen to be another woman and, live in the two out of the remaining 36 states where there is no state DOMA. Two of three facets of my being is horrible, but it’s not catastrophic–yet. Still, this is bad business that calls for all hands on deck.
Yo, all you het AND homo AND bi AND trans men out there, especially those not in “ethnic” (read “racial”) minorities, your sisters need your help! Remember, if one of us is pregnant, it means one of YOU knocked us up. Women, especially queer women, have stood with you shoulder-to-shoulder time and again since 1969’s Stonewall riot and, before that, all through what is generally considered the “Civil Rights Era,” (as if we aren’t still in it) and any other time there was any unfairness in this country that effected men. It’s your turn to stand with us.
The female spirit is awesomely formidable, but we cannot do it alone. It’s your turn to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with us against invasion of the womb snatchers like Oho Governor John Kasich and his cronies around Ohio and the country. Who can forget Texas State Senator Wendy Davis’s heroic last-ditch filibuster in the state’s upper house against a putrid anti-choice bill? She made history and became a political rock star. Yes, the bill did finally pass. Nevertheless, I’m sure there are a few state legislators and potential Republican candidates for governor watching their backs thanks to the attention Davis brought to the anti-choice, anti-woman legislation and silently praying to whatever God to whom Republicans mumble that she, or someone like her, doesn’t decide to run against them.
While you ponder the above call for reciprocity, think about something else, too. The Leadership Conference on Civil & Human Rights (LCCR), a coalition of over 200 civil rights organizations that includes LGBT groups; labor unions, and; some mainstream religious groups, has been mobilizing and lobbying with us in support of LGBT rights. Few know that LCCR exists, even though it has been quietly watching our backs for decades. Yes, it is most definitely an “inside the Beltway” group, but that is one of its strengths in this instance. The group has built consensus among its members, quietly whispered in very powerful ears when intervention was needed while we outside the the Beltway became more polarized in many instances. If LCCR didn’t exist, we’d have to convene and form a group like it today. Issues we thought had been settled, like voting rights, are in play again. I very strongly suspect that anti-profiling measures and “stand your ground” state laws will be next at the top of the agenda after the George Zimmerman acquittal.
When I was working on Barack Obama’s first presidential run in ’08, I had occasion to meet a lovely young, white male field rep from one of this country’s largest LGBT rights organizations. We began talking and he volunteered that gay, white men are some of the most racist individuals he’s ever met. Well, unfortunately, in too many cases, he wasn’t far off. The reality is that the racism expressed in some bastions of white, gay male supremacy, even (often) accidentally, has made many minorities of all hues and sexual orientations less than sympathetic to those who need their support. It is why so many natural allies have truly detested any comparison of the Civil Rights Era’s murders, beatings, maimings, bombings, jailings, general hardships and seeming victories to those experienced by people in LGBT communities. What most queer, white males don’t know is that civil rights organizations, most notably the NAACP, NAACP Legal Defense and Education Fund, National Urban League, the National Council of Negro Women, National Council of La Raza and some Asian civil rights organizations have been among our strongest, most discretely vocal, supporters. Just because something doesn’t make the five stories endlessly repeated on all networks’ 24/7 news broadcasts doesn’t mean there’s nothing happening.
Add to LCCR’s involvement that of the Congressional Black Caucus and its steadfast, unwavering support of LGBT rights and maybe it is possible for queer, white men to figure out that it’s time to pay their moral obligations. Write checks, work on campaigns, open your minds and your hearts enough to have the backs of your sisters and your loyal compatriots when we need you. Will it take a woman or an ethnic minority walking up to you sometime in the next 10 years and asking in an accusatory tone, “What were you doing when that m*****f***** was robbing me of my rights? I was with you during [insert political/human rights movement]. Were you with me when I needed you?” If you have to hang your head in shame, you’re going to remember this post and what you could have done to make things better. Believe me, you will not feel so “gay” then. You will feel crappy and rightly so.
It isn’t up to someone else to do the work alone. It is incumbent upon all of us who have shared in hard-fought victories to help others win on the same scale. When one person falls, it is the others’ duty to pick them up and carry them until we can all walk together. La Raza, the NAACP and the National Urban League didn’t have to support LGBT rights, especially marriage equality. It was support that many of their constituents did not like at all. However, the leaders of these organizations threw their considerable weight behind us because they knew their constituents, with some education and time, would most likely come around. They were right. It’s time for the overall LGBT community to do the same. Our leaders are already on-board. I’m not worried about them faltering at all. It’s time for individual men in gay communities, and also in straight communities, to do their part for women’s rights and civil rights for everyone. All the usual excuses don’t hold water this time. The situation is too grave.
I want Kasich and his ilk’s grubby paws off my uterus and those of my sisters in spirit. I want Planned Parenthood given the funding to create and execute new initiatives so that women–and their men–don’t have to go through the heartache of unwanted pregnancy. I want Congress to fix the Voting Rights Act of 1965 and its regulations to meet the requirements set by SCOTUS because without new rules, voting is going to be very difficult for people who are poor and/or racial minorities.
Last, and in no way least, I want justice for Trayvon Martin who was killed because he was a black kid who committed the “crime” of wearing a hoodie when someone else didn’t think he belonged where he was walking.
It is time for all men, regardless of self-identification and sexual orientation, to step up! We need you. Now!
*I have used the word “queer,” but it is still very loaded for many people within the LGBT spectrum. I use it primarily because sexuality does not always fall into nice, neat categories and “queer” is a way to refer to all who don’t necessarily fit where someone else thinks they should. For example, I count myself within the LGBT spectrum, but about the only thing I can say I’m not is transgender. Such is sexuality.
Tags: blogging, church of nigeria, diversity, LGBT, media, race, the episcopal church, wicked woman magazine
Words From A Wicked Woman, (TWW), made its quiet debut in January, 2007. It was originally slated to be the place I could post professional, no-holds barred reporting and commentary for pieces that didn’t fit neatly into a given subject area or for which I simply could find no home. I thought that I was finally healthy enough to go back to work freelancing as a journalist after being sick and/or on someone’s operating table for over four years at that time. Boy, was I wrong! I’ve had an additional three operations since then and will have another this August. Nevertheless, I continued to write. I was not eager to have an editor burning up my Inbox or my cell phone wondering where an article was when the deadline was two days earlier. That wasn’t fair to the publication and I didn’t believe I could be fair to myself by pushing my body completely beyond the red, thereby hindering my recovery. Therefore, TWW became my “client” instead of some other website or print medium.
I did manage to do some original reporting, primarily on the topic of lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT) activists in Nigeria fighting their government and their church, the Church of Nigeria (Anglican Communion), as both sought to criminalize consensual same-sex relations be the parties friends, acquaintances or lovers. At the same time, The Episcopal Church in the U.S., (TEC), was coming apart at the seams as individual congregations and whole dioceses protested the election of the first openly gay bishop, The Right Reverend Gene Robinson, to lead the Diocese of New Hampshire in 2004, and, unbelievably; the ordination of women. Not only were the apostate congregations, clergy and dioceses fighting against TEC itself, but were doing so with the help of the Church of Nigeria. In essence, the Americans tried to pull out of TEC and take shelter under the banner of the Church of Nigeria, initially bringing their physical and financial assets with them. This was wide-scale poaching never before seen in the Anglican Communion, the non-authoritative, though highly influential, governing body of churches throughout the world that trace their roots back to the Church of England and is nominally led by the archbishop of Canterbury.
For a journalist who counts religion among her specialties, this was manna from heaven. (No pun intended.) I met some great people along the way and some not-so-great people, too. I can only hope that my reporting was able to make readers more aware of the high-stakes games that were being played. These “high-stakes games” included crimes which would fall under the headings “aggravated assault” and “attempted murder” had they been committed in any jurisdiction in the U.S. or most of Europe. Indeed, the activist with whom I worked was forced to seek political asylum in the United Kingdom due to illegal imprisonment, beatings by police and death threats that followed him as he moved from country to country on the African continent. I can joyfully report that he was granted asylum and was just married to the love of his life a few months ago. Both husbands are reportedly still soaking in the rays of connubial bliss.
In the years when I simply could not write at all, I never forgot TWW. Apparently, neither did a bunch of other people. I checked the readership statistics eventually after semi-returning and was shocked, amazed, happy and grateful to see that “The little blog that could,” my unofficial sobriquet for TWW, had received nearly 40,000 individual hits in my absence. The most popular article then and now is about the Dalai Lama’s evolving views on homosexuality.
One of my other favorite topics was and is the definition of beauty in different cultures and how non-white, non-size-2 women are told that they fall far short of the epitome of what is considered beautiful. It is a topic that continues to intrigue and annoy me, probably because I don’t fit those categories and know very few women in real life who do. For example, while doing some research for WWM, I learned that some clothing manufacturers consider women who wear a size 10 within the plus-size category. That is insane! It is also very, very bad for the self-esteem of little girls everywhere. While I did write a couple of articles on the topic of beauty, style tips and the toxic waste being dumped on the self-image of little black, brown, yellow and red girls, I more or less ceded that territory to a wonderful young blogger who refers to herself as “Afropolitan,” a description I adore and would love to write about. Aulelia is an exceptional young woman who left her birthplace in Tanzania as a young child with the rest of the family as her father was posted throughout Europe and Asia as a diplomat. She graduated from a British university with a degree in Business and has set herself up as a business consultant based in Dar Es Salaam. That is a bold and brave endeavor for a woman in Tanzania. Her blog is called Charcoal Ink and is an excellent read. Frankly, if I’ve got a question about culture among those in her demographic, she’s my go-to person.