My thoughts on the enthusiastic reception that “Straight Outta Compton” has received and the contradiction it shows. The term ‘queen’ is often used in some circles in reference to African-American women but our actions show we don’t really believe that: Advertisements
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July
30
Ten Years On
posted by diminutivediva
“I never dreamed you’d leave in summer.” The idea that we would lose you eighteen months after burying our matriarch, Grandma, was unfathomable to me. I just assumed there was some universal law about such things. When I got the call that Wednesday when you lost consciousness I didn’t think of death. I didn’t think […]
July
10
The Checklist: Rape Culture, Safety and Paranoia
posted by diminutivediva
The struggle with this particular fear of mine is real. I carry it with me constantly: the fear of being subjected to rape and worse. It’s not always a conscious thought. But the worry of it is a part of my life as a woman, so ingrained that it has become normalized to me. I […]
Strange Harvest: The Sanitizing of America’s Racial Terrorism
posted by diminutivediva
I no longer try to make sense of all that has happened during my peoples’ sojourn in the United States. For years I tried to do so, attempting to find a reasonable explanation for the sordid history revealed in both the pages of history books and the lives of those who came before me. I […]
Allow Me To Reintroduce Myself
posted by diminutivediva
A brief introductory video for my new followers:
Farewell to Ruby Dee
posted by diminutivediva
Today brought news of the passing of renowned actress and activist Ruby Dee. Just weeks on the heels of the loss of Maya Angelou, we are once again reminded of how important that generation was to all of us who came after. When I was sixteen years old I was fortunate enough to meet Ruby […]
March
22
My Peoples
posted by diminutivediva
I see my maternal great-Grandma in her. They have the same double fudge skin, narrow eyes and full, stout frame. I know she cannot be my great-Grandma though. The timelines don’t match. My great-Grandma was born after the Civil War. The woman in the picture stands in a field of cotton in the 1860s. But […]
