The Black Eye and Hitler Mustache Sephora is one of the best places that a girl can spend the day. You can come in with a naked face and leave looking like Lady Gaga, if you want to. This past weekend, I decided to venture into Sephora, with the girls in tow, to see what was new. I must admit, I shed a proud tear that my girls have inherited my love of all things beauty, but on this par
I don't do a lot of cross-posting on my blogs, but today I have to. I have tried to write an entry several times today. Several situations are swirling around in my brain space, and they all involve violence and public complicity in that violence.
Racial prejudice is most barefaced at the black people. When the Africans were sold to slavery and bought by their Caucasian masters in America, the battle for equality of rights between the blacks and white people were tediously long and bitter. Though, it is not as considerably "right-in-your-face" these days anymore, racism still prevails.
I have. I opened an email from Moveon.org a few weeks ago and thought, "Jeanine, you have fifteen minutes. It'll come back if it needs your attention." And I promptly clicked "delete" and the email vanished. Honestly, I didn't think about it again.
What drives a parent to force her kids to practice piano or study for hours on end? For many immigrants, it's not so much blind ambition to climb the social ladder... but to merely gain a foothold in a new country. This spring, I've been reading a lot of Asian American literature: Lac Su's I Love Yous Are for White People, Jean Kwok's Girl in Translation, and Erin khue Ninh's Ingratitude. I have to admit, there are some common themes -- the pressure and tangible rewards of academic success, the fraught parent-child relationships.
[Editor's Note: Seriously? This kind of stuff still happens? Dawana at A Bittersweet Existence tells the story of what unfolded when their station wagon was pulled over during a family trip. --Grace]
Pulled Over For Driving With Black People in the Car
In an ongoing series on mixed-race identity, The New York Times reports that the term ‘mulatto’ is making a comeback among 20-somethings. As a 40-something, I despise the term ‘mulatto’ and consider it offensive. The history of the word stems from our country’s legacy of slavery and racism when mixed-race people who were any part African American were ‘mulatto’.
Yesterday, as I was taking a leisurely stroll to the gym, I noticed a pickup truck driving through my neighborhood. It was noticeable because it was a 2 seater with about 4 kids, mostly young boys crammed into the front seat. As it drove by me, a boy in the passenger seat who looked between 15 to 17, looked at me and yelled a racial epithet, preceded by a 4 letter word. My immediate thoughts were "Did I just hear that?" and "How weirdly random was that?".
Inviting book lovers and people concerned about the thousands of mostly black lynching victims whose murders remain unsolved to participate in an online chat with Author Ivory Simone whose debut novel “Havasu Means Blue Water” focuses on the issue of the “legacy of injustice”. The online chat is scheduled for July 10th 3 p.m. (EST). PLEASE RSVP VIA FACEBOOK. http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=218967304788014
Twenty years ago my husband and I were married at a courthouse in Maryland. We crossed the line from D.C. to do this but I can't remember the original reason. I think it had to do with the fact that Maryland did not require a blood test. My husband hates needles.
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