in this hot nigga song bobby shmurda says “i been selling crack since like the 5th grade”
think about the person you were when you were in the fifth grade. could that person sell crack?
when i walked into work today, i saw a guy who looked like action bronson sitting at the bar. i went to the back to hang my jacket up and i thought to myself “what the fuck would i even say to action bronson if he was sitting at the bar?” the first couple things that came to mind were to compliment him on the easy rider video, because i enjoyed it. and to ask him why the hell he was eating airport food. i know he knows food and anyone who knows food knows that airport food is the fucking worst. i’d question his poor decision. when i got back to the bar it ended up not being action bronson but some other fat white bearded dude with precious hair. i was kinda relieved.
also, president obama completely fucked me over today. he flew into our airport and when the president flies in, all air traffic is restricted in the area for an hour. so the bar became packed with people pissed off that their flights were unexpectedly delayed for an hour and i’m not the biggest fan of dealing with cranky ass white people.
i don’t think i’d ask obama anything if i ever met him.
- i don’t post much. i over analyze everything i say on here. i do a lot of typing and deleting and saving to drafts.
- i want to see flylo in october for my birthday.
- i’m joining a market share program around my neighborhood. i’m too lazy to try to explain to you what it is but basically i pay $200 for 11 weeks worth of fresh produce.
- i should probably start learning how to cook.
- still haven’t finished americanah. been itching to move on to “the naked sun”.
- you ever think about all of your possessions and how…attached to them you are? you ever get overwhelmed by the thought?
- nah, right?
This summer I was determined to carve out a tiny space for myself on the internet where I could be creative, authentic and document my growth. While blogging on Tumblr has been quite the experience, I felt that it was time to start anew and move to a new platform. So, I’m happy to announce that Signed-Isabelle.com is officially up and running!
It took a lot of work to get this site going. While buying my domain name and finding a hosting site was easy, finding a freelance web designer that had reasonable prices was so difficult. I ended up hiring one woman who did a terrible job on my site and, since I had signed a contract, I had to pay her despite her work. I was ready to give up all hope on having the blog-design that I wanted, especially since I had already lost a lot of money, until a beautiful soul named Ire contacted me on Tumblr.
Ire not only set up my blog, but she also created two custom logos for me. It’s pretty funny, actually. I had this vision of exactly how I wanted my logo to be, and while Ire created it, she also created a few extra designs that she had come up with, and those are the ones I fell in love with and ended up using! She was so incredibly easy to work with and she did everything in a quick and timely fashion. So shoutout to Ire — you the real MVP!
If any of you are thinking of getting a new site set up, please think of contacting Ire, HERE.
So, I’ll officially be blogging in this new space! It is probably easiest to follow me via Bloglovin’ (such a dope site if you haven’t heard of it — it compiles all of the blogs that you follow into one timeline) but that’s up to you. I’m sure I’ll still be blogging silly things here, but I hope you all come along for the ride at my new spot.
I love, love, love you all, always. xoxoxo
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'Black Jesus': Beneath the Drugs and Profanity, Is There a Message of Theological Reflection?
By Christopher House, Ph.D.
I was surprised to find that even before the airing of the premier of Aaron McGruder’s new show Black Jesus on Adult Swim that some of my fellow black clergy members took to their Facebook, Twitter and Instagram accounts to urge their followers to boycott the show. The more they called for boycotts, the more I became intrigued with the show’s trailer.
I am fascinated by the study of rhetoric, i.e., the ways in which signs and symbols shape human thought and behavior. And entertainment is highly influential in reflecting and shaping how society thinks and behaves. As a Christian minister and black man, I equally interested in viewing McGruder’s artistic iteration of a black Jesus. As a professor and scholar who studies at the intersection of rhetoric, religion and popular culture, I was eager to identify the underlying messages that McGruder would attempt to communicate to his audience. Hence, questions filled my mind as to what specific moral direction McGruder would attempt to steer his audience toward. Likewise, what ideologies and values would he present to viewers as being desirable or undesirable, good or bad, or to be embraced or not.
Having watched several episodes of his other show, the Boondocks, I was not shocked by McGruder’s presentation of a black Jesus who smokes weed, drinks alcohol, uses profanity and lives in Compton. In fact, I was fascinated by it. McGruder’s black Jesus did not participate in acts of gentrification or further ghettoization of this community, rather he embodied a form on incarnational theology. He literally made is home in a black marginalized space. Even more, he socializes with felons, drug dealers, and the homeless.
Rhetorically rendering Jesus as black is not new. Bishop Henry McNeal Turner, Marcus Garvey, James Cone, and others have long seized and situated the ontological identity of Jesus as that of being black. While it is a foregone conclusion that Jesus of Nazareth was not of European descent with blond hair and blue eyes, it is equally true that the blackness of which Turner, and the like, ascribes to Jesus was not mere commentary about his skin color. Assigning this ontological blackness of being to Jesus allowed oppressed groups to counter prevailing and oppressive ideas of blackness as a sign of biological and intellectual inferiority. In this sense, blackness used as a religious symbol to convey meaning is powerful.
Race as a social construct functioned differently in the ancient world and in 1st century Palestine than it does today in the U.S. Notions of race were present in Jesus’ day but were not used as inherent markers of inferiority or superiority. Nonetheless, the fact that the historical Jesus was a person of color is not without significance for McGruder, me or for millions of people of color like me around the world who daily deal with various form of racism. As my mentor would say, if the historical Jesus had been living in the U.S. during the 1950s, he would have had to ride on the back of the bus.
Rather than simply dismissing the show as being blasphemous, maybe we should continue to watch with an awareness of contemporary issues and a strong sense of irony. To do so, would ask us to consider what then does it mean to have a black Jesus living and moving in impoverished black spaces?
Perhaps this show offers us a corrective mirror by which we can begin to offer a (re)articulation of Jesus with who even the gangsta can identify with. In her 2012 book Rap and the Gangsta’ God, Ebony Utley, Ph.D. argues that by all scriptural accounts “Jesus was gangsta.” In fact, it is this, single-mother having, socializing with sinners, working on the Sabbath day, lover of God more than government, victim of state sponsored surveillance and violence, Jesus of Nazareth who gangstas respect “because they see parallels between his life and theirs” (49). It was this Jesus who Kanye West spoke of in 2004 when he said “Jesus Walks.” Identification precedes personal, spiritual and social salvation. Jesus become like us, all of us, in order to redeem us. When done well, satire can be socially productive. When not done so well, it runs the risk of reinforcing the very thing it seeks to satirize. I, nonetheless, remain open to the possibility that perhaps McGruder’s satirical show carries with it the potential to function much like a parable. For those among the faithful who have a critical eye to see and a critical ear to hear it, on some level this show just might provoke us into (re)presenting to those living in oppressed spaces a Jesus with knows all about our struggles. This is our job!