Posts Tagged ‘revolution’


You ever look at a picture that just enrages you so much that you have to regain control of yourself? A picture is worth a thousand revolutionaries who come together in the name of a true and just mission. (Picture taken at a school in Ghana)


If poverty is rampant, education is failing, crime is increasing, disease is befalling many, “mental illness” is on the rise, dollars are inflating, debts are being backed by further debts, the war machines are turning, prisons are overcrowding, and health care is death care, you have yourself a PERFECT system by the elites and for the elites. It is naive to think that this mess is unintended, that it has merely spiraled downward into this. Someone has always had to exist at the bottom in order for the few to make it to the top; you’re only upset about it now because it’s you who is being stepped upon/trampled. But that was the plan since the 1400s. Look who profits, and you will find the truth, the origins, and the orchestrators of our demise. People always talk about “how it used to be,” but it was never Utopia. Someone always had to suffer so that others could prosper; the grand plans have been laid, and now everyone who isn’t elite is going under while the remaining wealth is extracted from our tired little corpses. How can we sit by, watch “our” government kill masses of civilians abroad, and be foolish enough not to realize that we are next? We say “the government doesn’t care,” like the government is a real person. Look who is behind the government. When are we going to stop talking about revolution and be about it? When do we stand up and walk out on corporatism? When do we realize that the only power we have is ourselves, our collective will? When do we band together and refuse to live under this enslaving economic system? Truth be told, we’re all financially broke anyway. The more you make, the more you owe. When I made six figures, I lived check to check still. Now I earn zero, but my spirit isn’t “broke,” like it was before when I was sweating about the mortgage, the nanny, the car payments, the utilities, et. al.. When will many of us decide that we are tired of being spiritually “broke” and tired? When do we come together and create our own system of collective economics based upon the skills we have? I will teach for free. I don’t need fancy boards and gadgets; those are illusions and gimmicks. Give me some paper, books, and pencils, and I can teach far beyond anyone’s test. When do we stop worrying about money and begin to simply be ourselves and share with each other? Let us do this now. Why not? What do we have left? We can keep asking the government for our dignity and will to exist, or we can take hold of it ourselves NOW.

Til’ Earth and Heaven Ring with the Rolling Sound of Liberty

It is difficult to contain myself when the vocals begin. Dramatic music provides a platform for Her Highness to exorcise our purest emotions. When her diaphragm releases her serum, we are arrested by Her Majesty, Lady Leontyne Price, our hearts agape and our eyes water-heavy. We are reminded that extraterrestrial powers do exist, for this is no worldly voice.

Price’s regal ability to convey dramatic art is transcendent, making one feel as if Her Honour is Giuseppe Verdi himself, Aida’s composer. While the adjective “soulful” is thrown around in R&B and jazz reviews as often as Starbucks opens up a franchise, applied to Lady Leontyne’s classical medium, her attributed “soulful” character is refreshingly exuberant.

There is no part of a movement when I am indifferent about Her Royalty’s beautiful bellows or her still current in moments of diminuendo. Price’s voice is one so illustrious that no one’s chords dare rival.

Further, Leontyne Price’s mere existence brings a smile to my countenance; you can only imagine the cheesing I do seconds after pressing “play”.

More than an uncompromised force, Lady Leontyne is the hallmark of black womanhood, one whom we could only be so gracious to follow. Unfortunately, like our most precious brainchildren, Price goes celebrated more by whites than by our own. It does not matter the genre; in jazz, classical, rock, Hip Hop, R&B… you name it… our Talented Tenth look upon virtually, if not all, white audiences.

I will not accept the logic that people are “given” choices; rather, experience tells me that people make choices. And if their inability to think rationally and without bias is absent, then it is the tall and direct order of the omniscient to share with and mold the infirm. In the case of Lady Leontyne, she deserves our unanimous exaltation as a torch-bearer, no doubt with the welts of ensnaring prejudice upon her back, yet she is not the “caged bird” singing. She is a freely floating plume, asserting that we are one bird.

Garnering the most Grammy Awards amongst all classical troubadours, reverent Price diplomatically takes the hand of Malcolm X, declaring, “You can ‘sing up on some freedom’, Brother.”

May we lift her.