The composition of this essay was emotionally draining, it has moved me to venture forward and complete a series of essays evaluating the word "nigger" on a much wider scale. I started part 2 with the intentions of retelling Ms A's story as a means to understand why a black woman would call her offspring and those closest to her "niggers", but I have ended with an account that questions the usage of the word. This essay not only exposes how racist language can play a major role in accumulating shame and cause disparaging relationships in the black household but identifies the exact point in which the black man became damned under the word. My story began with the concern for one woman and now my concerns are for the entire Africa diaspora that inhabit America. I argue the word "nigger" is dangerous and it's toxic seed continues to grow for the benefits of white capitalism. It is my hope that I will continue to share knowledge, expand on this topic and learn more from the exceptional theorists who are publishing groundbreaking works on racial psychology, philosophy and sociology. I would like to dedicate this essay to my mother who never once used the word and every black feminist publishing work of a phenomenal quality. And although there are many who try to deter me from creating such pieces it is people like Ms A, the woman who so kindly shared her story with me who encourage me to continue my work. So please read my essay with an open mind, please know that I do not intend to ever insult anyone and know that my desire to publish such work is to spread knowledge not hate.
Long Live the Queens.
The Kenzo World advert seriously impressed me so I felt compelled to write a critique/ cultural analysis of the production. All reviews I had read did little justice and what surprised me was the negative backlash from the public via social media. Of course everyone has the right to their own opinion and although this may not be the greatest piece of filmography the world has ever seen it is a progressive step towards portraying women as liberated and complex characters. Also, I must commend the use of Jamaican dancehall culture being used as something other than a reference to hyper sexuality.
I remember being called a "nigger" for the first time when I was 9 years old. I was taking a stone out of my shoe and heard a white man yell it from his vehicle. I remember feeling confused and uncomfortable to the point where I started to question if I had done something wrong. Ironically I heard the word again within my own home on the same day, but this time on on the radio and I distinctly remember asking what was the difference. Does the word mean two different things? Does it not still refer to a black person who is not worthy of being called a human being? I was raised to question things, to be conscious but I was also raised to be open minded and empathetic. I wrote this essay to evaluate the purpose of the word today and shine some light on its destructive presence in the black community. I am not trying to bring anyone down, my only hopes are to uplift people and give them something to think about. I have decided to focus on the usage of the word affecting the black male narrative and black female narrative separately, the latter will be addressed in Part 2.
I dedicate this essay to every black man who has been effected by the word. I would like to thank all my friends and family who I spent time with in America. I would also like to thank Selasi Dogbe and Tope Adewuyi two intelligent and brilliant African men who stopped me from reacting to the clear ignorance displayed at the Drake concert. You encouraged me to be better and to use my power to make a difference. I would like to give an especially big thank you to my Uncle Imani who I first heard call black men and women "Kings and Queens."
Long Live The Kings.
Safiya Kamaria Kinshasa/ Birdspeed
The destruction, dehumanisation and detachment of the African slave from their homeland could never be achieved due to the enigmatic creativity of the Africans which allowed them to evolve their artistic practices as a means for survival. Dancing has always been more than just an activity to the African Diaspora, it is a life source, a means of communication, a living text. This facet of black culture continues to change but has continuously been attacked and appropriated causing blacks to lose the benefits of the practice, though it has provided a valuable role for people of other heritages. My essay is about the dance of the black female that has gone from being a metaphor of self empowerment to being the epitome of sexual submission. It is because of this dance that Miss Tiarah Poyau an innocent young black woman lost her life. I have been writing about the appropriation of black dance and the representation of the black female in commercial dance for a little over 5 years and never have I felt such a strong desire to release my writings. I dedicate this essay to Miss Tiarah Poyau and hope that this particular piece outlines yet another issue within the black community which cannot be ignored.
Righteous. In. Passage.
Safiya Kamaria Kinshasa / Birdspeed