Friday, November 7, 2008

YES WE DID!!!!!: He did it ^_^

On Novemeber 4, 2008, Barack Hussein Obama was declared to be the 44th President of the United States of America. To me this historic moment meant a lot because as young black woman growing up in America, I was constantly told what I could not do because of my skin color, not because I was not capable, but because other people in high positions were still too ignorant and racist to allow me to do such things. I cried like a baby because I was sooooooo happy.

Yesterday, I overheard my drawing professor talking with a woman (another student who is in the 23 age + program) say that her parents cried (not tears of happiness) but boo-hoo cried because their leader, our leader, is black. I know there have been derogatory text messages passed around, one that said: you're gonna need some water b/c there will be saltines walking I was thinking this is just a bad joke that people should not be passing around, but unfortunately in (almost) every joke, there is some kernel of truth--in this case there was.

There was a classmate who put on her facebook status: well welcome socialism and communism. F*** the N*****s....needless to say she was reported to our school's honor council, whether or not she received punishment is unbeknown to me. My World History Professor at the beginning of class Wednesday afternoon said regardless of who you voted for this is a historic moment and you should be proud that in a country with legal slavery just 150 years ago could have an African American voted into office. There were grumbles such as "history my a**." Oh, my favorite facebook status (i'm being sarcastic if you couldn't detect it): oh don't worry, he'll be assassinated anyway.

These people talk about him like he's not a person, like he's not a father, like he's not a son, like he's not a husband, and like he's not the president of the United States. So has King's dream been achieved. On paper, it has been achieved for years--on paper. I would like to say I am living the dream, people are still racist, but they cannot legally stop me from receiving my college education, cannot legally stop me from living my life of freedom. But examining the hearts and minds of all Americans, some people out there refuse to educate themselves and put aside blind ignorant hate; therefore some aspect of the dream will never be achieved and there will still be a need for affirmative action--for the people in high places who slyly try to hold people back.

Some people are saying "the dream" has been achieved since Barack has become president, but if that truly is the case, then that "dream" was already achieved on Nov. 3, 2008 the only difference was no one had voted yet. I beg to differ--"the dream" has not been truly achieved in that respect; otherwise Barack would not have had to have secret service protecting him since BEFORE he officially decided to run for the presidency.

I say, to those who say "the dream" has been fully achieved because of Barack winning, then it was already achieved when Bush was in office because of all the other accomplishments and jobs and careers African Americans have done. I say, to those who say "the dream" has not been achieved, no it has not, but Barack winning is a sign of it being a long time coming, but we have an even longer way to go. Look at what people said when he ran, he's a terrorist, he wants socialism and things of the like. As soon as the day comes that a Hispanic individual runs for office, people are going to be saying they're going to let all the illegal immigrants in and things of the like, watch.

Until then, I am extremely glad that I can say there is a first family in the history of the United States that looks like my family. Perhaps one day, they can drop the African off of African American, because I have never spent even one day in that CONTINENT (this is to call out the fact that African American does not even specify which country my decedents come from.) I am an American, just like my president, who this time actually happens to look like me (complexion-wise.)

Friday, October 31, 2008

Somethin' I gotta get off my chest....respond if u want

I feel like there’s all of these people voting for the candidate that they think will enforce the quote “Christian” rules the best. First of all, if you force someone to do the right thing, they are not going to understand it because they do not believe what you believe so they do not live by your standard. I personally think it is wrong to force someone to live by standards of something which they do not believe in. Apparently God does not agree with that either since He has given us free will. People just need Jesus, not to have rules enforced on them. They do not understand picking up their cross and bearing it because they do not know Jesus who died on the cross. Maybe Christians should be less concerned with relying on the government to enforce “Christian” rules and should start relying on themselves to do the work and evangelize to instill Christian values in the American people. You cannot change one’s behavior and expect their faith to be changed. The people need to get faith first, accept Christ, and then the change can begin. Until then, you cannot force someone to live by that in which you believe/have faith.

Monday, October 13, 2008

A Woman's Worth by Goldie Taylor

A Woman's Worth
We've come a long way baby
Tuesday, September 09, 2008
By Goldie Taylor
I have been a mother all of my adult life. A single working mother. I put off dating, took menial jobs far beneath my qualifications and baked my share of ginger bread cookies for PTA Night, all so that three incredible children could have a better life. I chose their lives over mine. I don't have to tell you that it wasn't easy. Unfortunately, my story, our story, is not unique.
We slept in cars, bought groceries with food stamps and prayed for a better day. When that wasn't enough, I put myself through school at Emory University and took a part-time job as a staff writer at the Atlanta Journal Constitution. That was over a decade ago.
Along the way, things got better. I've been an executive at two Fortune 500 companies and a practice director at two multinational public relations firms. Today, I own an advertising agency and I've authored two novels. A third and fourth are on the way, God willing. All of this was possible because somebody laid a brick or two on the road for me.
A few weeks ago, I woke in tears. It was my 40th birthday and certainly not a time for sadness. Rather, I cried in joy because for the first time I realized and could embrace the value of the struggle. The bright little girl, who once cried in my arms because we didn't know where we were going to live, was headed off to Brown University . The small boy who had been the "man of the house" far too soon was now truly a man. And the tiny, angelic baby who had come to this world precious and innocent just 15 months after him was now a 16 year old girl headed out to her first job interview.
For all of this, maybe I should be proud of a woman like Sarah Palin. Maybe, just maybe, I should be rejoicing in John McCain's selected running mate.
But I'm not.
I am not a "bed wetting liberal" nor am I a "right-wing zealot." What I am is a working mother. And I cry foul.
I won't, for a moment, denigrate her experience or lob spit balls at her family. I will, though, take issue with what she knows. Or more succinctly, what she does not know. Living in Alaska , I'm not sure how much she knows about the people living in inner city Baltimore . I don't know how much she cares about the 125 murders this summer in Chicago . I have no idea what she believes about HIV/ AIDS and the havoc it wrecks on Black women or the cancer rates in East St. Louis . She hasn't said nary a word about Hurricane Katrina or the infant mortality rates in Appalachia .
I do know that she's a life-time member of the NRA, a proponent of individuals who wielded the very weapons that killed my father and brother. I do know that she “lives really close to Russia ,” but I'm not so certain she is ready for Putin. I know she wanted to ban books for public libraries and sex education in schools, but that her 17 year old is pregnant and preparing for a shotgun wedding. I know that she loves her husband enough to allow him (and probably did herself) use her office to settle a personal score--one that the McCain campaign would now like to cover up under a blanket of Juneau snow. I know that the Alaska Independent Party, and its secessionist platform, was enticing enough for her to attend its conference (and for her husband to become a card carrying member). Does she love her country? I'm sure. Enough to support those who want to leave it.
But I have no earthly idea what she knows (or could possibly know) about national domestic policy or foreign diplomacy. For all of her working class values, she never once mentioned the Middle Class in her diatribe that mocked her opponent's experience. Having been the mayor of Wasilla (pop. 6,000 at the time) and governor of Alaska (a state a smaller than the county I live in) for a little over a year, she felt she was qualified to do that. And obviously, so did John McCain.
If she's qualified, then so am I.
But in this country I love, she has been afforded the ability to run. The very constitution she says doesn't apply to the men at Guantanamo says she can. But this is about more than that.
As Gloria Steinem said in a recent Los Angeles Times editorial, "Feminism has never been about getting a job for one woman. It's about making life more fair for women everywhere. It's not about a piece of the existing pie; there are too many of us for that. It's about baking a new pie."
The good news is thanks to Shirley Chisholm, Elizabeth Cady Stanton, Angela Davis, Condoleeza Rice, Anita Hill, Madeline Albright, Maxine Waters, Kathleen Sebelius, Hilary Rodham Clinton and a slew of others, there are 18 million proverbial cracks in the ceiling. Our collective political and economic power is due to the strides (and leaps) they, and others, took on my behalf.
I am grateful. I am deeply humbled to stand on the bricks they'd laid before me.
But, whatever our struggle was (and is) that last thing I want is to be patronized. Just as I cannot support just any African American who decides to offer themselves up for public service, I will not toss my vote to someone just because we share the same chromosome mix. To do so would dishonor the vow I made to my children, to myself. I did not vote for Al Sharpton, wasn't old enough (nor would I have) voted for Jesse Jackson and I certainly will not support Sarah Palin. Identity politics, especially in this case, are a sham of the worst order.
When I cast my vote, it will be for people who will lay more bricks for people like me. It will be for people who will put diplomacy before war, challenge us all to provide healthcare for the sick, help another child go to college, and check the special interests in Washington .
This fall, I'm not looking for a woman. I'm looking for a brick layer.
I could care less if that person hasn't spent "enough" time in Washington or can "properly field dress a moose". I could care less if that person likes hockey, soccer, football or table tennis. I could care less if they graduated from Harvard or the University of Iowa . I'm a Christian, but I could care less if they are down with Deuteronomy, Leviticus or Numbers. I want them to uphold the Constitution.
So no, I will not sit idly by as they attempt to suspend habeas corpus at Guantanamo Bay, engage wiretaps on American citizens without a warrant, and hide behind executive privilege when they are caught firing attorney generals based on how well they tow the Republican line. I won't let them cost us $12 billion a month fighting a war that should have never been authorized and never been waged. Not while working people lose their homes to predatory lenders and watch as we bail out the financial institutions that created the housing crisis.

I will not, in the name of history, vote for a woman like Sarah Palin who does not share my values.
But here’s what I will do.
I will continue raising money for Barack Obama. I will get on the phone again and call people in distant states I've never met. I will e-mail, call, and knock on doors until the final vote is cast. I do this, not because he shares my skin, but because I admire his principals and he shares my values. I do this because Barack Obama is more than a community organizer, he is a bricklayer. And he sees -- just as he sees the light in Michelle's eyes -- my struggle, my worth as a woman.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Grands 50th Wedding Anniversary

This past weekend was my grandparent's 50th wedding anniversary. 50 years of marriage!!! Wow, look at God! I can't even imagine being 50 years old lol. But I'm so glad that God has blessed couldn't have been easy, but it's encouraging to see that it is possible to be married "til death do us part."
I'm glad my family was getting together to appreciate my grandparents while they are still alive and not waiting until their homecoming service. Too many people wait until it's too late to say what they want to say to a person.

The celebration was so much fun. The theme was 50th Golden Wedding Anniversary. We decorated the room with gold and lavender accents. People from both my grandpa's side and my grandma's side of the family came.

I got a chance to dedicate one of my paintings to them...I teared up during my little speech, which took me by surprise lol...But it was a lot of fun, and I enjoyed myself so much. It was like a mini family reunion. It was awesome. My sis did a liturgical dance to patty labelle's when you've been loved, feels like heaven dedicated to our granparents. Family's just so awesome.

I love my fam so much, I know they have my back for everything. They are always encouraging and saying how proud of me they are, and I love them all to death. I just thank God for blessing me with the family I have, because not everybody has it like that. I don't take any one of them for granted.

Monday, September 22, 2008

Street Painting Festival

Well the groundSpark Street Painting Festival was this past weekend, and man did I have fun! My teammate Amber and I had a blast even though we didn't win anything. Amber wants to do it again next year to win--she's really, really competitive. Our concept was restoration and not forgetting about the past, but somewhere along the way, we failed to communicate that. What people were getting out of it though was the hands of time, and I think that's pretty cool, too. There were a few things going on Friday night, but Saturday was when the real fun began for spectators. There were vendors selling some of everything, there were free workshops, there were graffiti artists competing against each other, and there were break dancers. There was also some stuff going on that night for Spark After Dark, but I didn't stay... Sunday had a few events going on as well. Downtown Raleigh is stepping up, and lately, it's been stepping up big.

Thursday, September 11, 2008


Wow...7 years...and it honestly doesn't even seem that long ago. One of my cousins' husband was a security guard in the second tower. He lead a group of people out, went back in to help an elderly man, and that's the last time he was seen on earth. At first my cousin kept telling people she thought he was perhaps wandering around New York with amnesia sense none of his remains were discovered, then she finally let way to reality and began to grieve. Many lives were changed on that one day for a lot of people, especially in the U.S. where bombing is not the norm as it is for so many war impoverished countries. Just remember to live life to the fullest and to live every moment as if it is your last. And also remember to appreciate people while they are there to be appreciated before--for whatever reason--they're not in your life anymore.

High Rise

So, this church in Durham, NC called King's Park International Church has Every Nation Campus Ministries called High Rise. I went here and there last year as my schedule permitted, but this year they have one at Meredith College. So instead of having to fit goin to N.C. State in my schedule, I can just go to the High Rise that's here on campus. Just like everything else at Meredith though, we're still pretty much joined to the hip with everything that goes on at State. They had a welcome back get together at the Sharpe's and it was really, really fun.

I really feel like I'm a part of a family when I'm around these people. King's Park had college day this past Sunday and the praise and worship was pretty much amazing :) AND they fed us afterward. Now you know how it is--they didn't come up with the phrase "starvin college student" for nothin lol.

And we had lil goodie real bags at that haha. I still need to get on that God's Way to an A cd tho. I'll post about how that goes, cuz this semester is not lookin like last year at all (which was a 4.0 fall and spring semester.)

Friday, August 22, 2008

Mixed "Emotions"

Well this past week I had my first set of classes that started on Wednesday. I love my schedule, my professors seem great, but that's not what this post is about. Ever since Sunday even up until today and a few days to follow, it seems as if nothin but "bad" stuff is happenin and goin on in my close friends' lives. However, lately in my own life....everything's been goin rather smoothly and "great" really. So, should I be bummed about what's goin on in my friends' lives or overly joyed for what's goin on in mine? Can I be both at once? Or is this a cruel sign that I'm next for somethin to be goin "wrong" in my own life? I know life gets rough, but it seems like i've been hearin nothin but the rough side lately from the ones I love (outside of my fam of course) I know everything will work itself out in the end, but I kind of wish that the good endin is now, but that's not gonna happen :/ I guess all I can do is pray. And I've honestly have been doing a lousy job of even just that. I don't even know how God and I are right now, I need to get on that....that's a post for another time I guess lol

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Back Home

Well I'm back home now, and man do I feel out of place! The last week in DC and I was kind of dying to go home (mainly just to sleep in my own bed lol) but now that I'm home, that's not really what I wanted. I don't know what I want. I had this odd empty feeling, and I thought that would have been filled by coming back home, but it hasn't. It's still there, just looming. At church today, I felt out of place. I was surprised by all the people who said they missed me. That's funny because I don't seem to recall a time when some of them ever uttered any words to me>>>there's no way they could have missed me, that's bull. They're really full of it. I know who really missed me>>>the people I had phone conversations with or talked to over the internet every now and then. The ones who said don't hesitate to call if you ever need anything, that's who missed me. But anyways, I just feel like I don't belong anywhere. Is that even possible? Everyone belongs somewhere, right? I guess I'm still trying to discover my proper niche in life--maybe I don't have one, per say, maybe I have a whole bunch. Nothing feels right anymore like it used to, I feel like I'm walking around in this deep, dark never ending closet feeling around for whatever I come across and I just go with it. Don't get me wrong, I am happy to be home, glad to be sleeping in my OWN bed lol, but I just don't feel like I belong here. I feel like a little kid who has outgrown all of her favorite clothes and there's no way she can go back to wearing them. I feel like I'm searching for something that I won't know what it is until I find it. I'm back home, but I don't feel home.

Thursday, July 31, 2008

DC program offically comin' to an end

Yeah so my DC internship TFAS program is finally coming to an end! On the one hand I'm soooo glad to be goin' home and sleepin' in my OWN bed lol, but on the other hand, it really is hard to say goodbye. Kind of awkward too actually, but after all it is goodbye. The people I had to go to work with every day were awesome and I couldn't have gotten a chance to know a better group of fun quirky people hhaha, but these people are cool on the real though. Just like every life experience, take what you can from it and move on, nothing's meant forever anyway ya know so just take life as it comes. Well this be the sign off, peace up...a-town down

Sunday, July 20, 2008

So...why the name?...Right?

A couple of my friends laughed and some thought it was "cute" that i named my blog twizzlerz. Well the reason i named it that is b/c the candy Twizzlers is now one of my new obsessions. Every time i'm eatin one, i tell myself okay just one more, and i keep doin that til the whole bag's empty. I'm not talkin bout the small wrapped package from the movie theater, i'm talkin bout the 1 lb bags. the 4 lbs of twizzlers for 5 bucks type a deal at wal-mart. and so i figured my latest internet obsession would be my new blog b/c my 1st one was myspace then i got a facebook, and well u know the yeah, i present to you twizzlerz, and as for later blog entries... enjoy.

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Fam Reunion

Yeah so this past weekend was my fam reunion on my maternal grandmother's side of the fam (that would be my mom's mom's fam if u didn't follow :) ) and it was in Baltimore and it was soooo much fun. I love seein all my relatives (well most of them anyways lol) and catch up and see how they're doin and what they're doin with their lives and everything. What I love most is seein all the generations come together from the great grandkids to the great grandparents/great-great aunts and uncles. Besides the activities bein awesome, it was just awesome seein everybody after bein caked up in this hole called an apartment bein forced to share it with five "strangers."

But what did disturb me was this hotel receptionist at the place we stayed, la quinta hotel, named Debbie. This woman has no regards for human life. in fact when u get a chance go to the costumer support page to report her. My cousins and i were outside playin manhunt (the older ones for old times sake) and we discover this body layin in the grass under a tree behind the property right beside the pool. (at this point we weren't sure if he were dead or alive) My sister and i go inside to tell debbie and she acted like we had just told her we were abducted by aliens. And then her manager, some old guy named Ed i think went outside to "check it out." This old dude walked right up to the passed out man (he was crazy) but the guy wasn't dead, my sis and i stood watchin long enough to see the man flinch then we walked back to the front of the building. Meanwhile two of my cousins who are "scary" were cryin b/c they thought they discovered a dead body. After my sis and i explained the guy wasn't dead, we all went back inside for a good old fashioned game of spades...

the next day was church and the service was short and sweet. that preacher got us in then got us out lol and it was nice...

i'm really glad i went to this too b/c i missed the last one...i think it's important for everybody to get connected to their people. u gotta know yo people, ya know

Ntruder Alert

Yeah so b4 my fam reunion this past weekend in bmore (which was awesome...i'll write about that tomorrow), last week seemed like hell. More like weekend b4 this past one and a couple days b4 that some of all hell began to break lose (in my life anyways.) I found out that (not that I purposefully categorize this way) my list of friends who have been raped is a "running one." Not only that, but a few days after I found out some, half of whatever you think of a man, guy beat up on my sister. >>>>Let it be known that it's good for both our sakes I was not in town at the time or had any way of gettin there or he'd be dead and i'd be servin up a life sentence by now<<<< So now when it comes to bein around men, I'm even more extra cautious than I was before. Even if I think that I know a man, I still don't trust him. After all that...I don't think my guard will ever be down...ever So I was tryin to pick a song to playback on my blog, and I chose Lupe's Ntruder Alert b/c that's just how I feel right now. My mood lately has even been how the notes and the melody of the song yeah Intruder Alert - Lupe Fiasco

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Somethin New

Yeah so it seems like this bloggin thing is therapeutic for my friendz so I'd figure I'd give it a try...