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April 23, 2018
Environmental Justice Activist Catherine Coleman Flowers Works with Duke University on Sanitation & Poverty in Lowndes County, AL

Published on April 23, 2018 15:12
April 22, 2018
Black Families Increasingly Choose to Homeschool Kids

Published on April 22, 2018 15:09
Refugee Lives: Alsarah and the Nubatons Reflect on 'Home'

John Hope Franklin Center at Duke University
Published on April 22, 2018 05:00
Mwende "FreeQuency" Katwiwa: Black Life at the Intersection of Birth and Death

Published on April 22, 2018 04:52
April 21, 2018
Barbaric Production: The Rise of Slavery, White Supremacy and Capitalism

Published on April 21, 2018 19:59
Zadie Smith Interview: On Shame, Rage and Writing

Published on April 21, 2018 14:10
Left of Black S8:E18: Diasporic Blackness -- The Life and Times of Arturo Alfonso Schomburg

Left of Black host Mark Anthony Neal is joined in the Left of Black studio by scholar and author Vanessa M. Valdes (@Valdes23), Associate Professor of Spanish and Portuguese at the The City College of New York. Professor Valdes is the author of Diasporic Blackness: The Life and Times of Arturo Alfonso Schomburg (SUNY Press), as well as Oshun’s Daughters: The Search for Womanhood in the Americas (SUNY-Press). Professor Valdes was at Duke to deliver the lecture “Building an International Archive in the Jim Crow South: Arturo Schomburg at Fisk University”.
Published on April 21, 2018 13:49
I Never Cried Until My Son Was Born (Because Patriarchy), But Now I Cry At Every Damn Thing by Lawrence Ware

Before my son was born, I did not cry much. For instance, I was able to successfully navigate the untimely demise of both Rickey and The Boy in the Striped Pajamas without so much as shedding a tear.
This was partly because I was raised by single mother, so my uncles, afraid I might turn out to be a ‘momma’s boy,’ drilled into me their understanding of the emotional life of a Black man. That is, I was to be quiet, strong and angry about the inequality of Black life. This anger, however, could be channeled constructively with sports or drowned with alcohol, but it was to be never, ever be expressed with tears.
Therefore, for the first 25 years of my life, I seldom cried. When I graduated from undergrad and grad school, I barely smiled. When Bambi’s mom caught an L, I didn’t feel a thing. I even made through Will asking uncle Phil, “How come he don’t want me” without feeling much.
I was, for all intents and purposes, the opposite of a sensitive thug—then something strange happened. On April 17, 2008, my son was born…and the floodgates opened. Now, I rarely get through a day without something messing with my allergies.
To wit, these are the last 10 times I cried in the past year or two.
1. When Mufasa holds up Simba at the beginning of the Lion King. In fact, now any time I hear the some “Circle of Life” I have to hold back tears.
2. The moment I discovered that Moonlight won the award for Best Picture… …and now, having seen the film, anything that reminds me of Moonlight — including the moon — makes me cry.
3. Hearing the song “City of Lights” from La La Land. I know, I know. The movie is very, very white, but that score goes hard in the paint and, for some reason, makes any room I’m in very dusty.
4. Watching a Viagra commercial I legit shed tears over a commercial about a blue pill. These seasoned Black folks looked so in love.
5. Learning that a black person lived to be 93. When I hear of black folks who lived to see their 90s, I reflect upon the unmitigated levels of racism they must have endured. I am awed and humbled by their sacrifice. When I hear of a white person who lived that long, I automatically assume they are racist until they prove otherwise. So no tears.
6. Listening to “Lately” by Jodeci. I have no idea why, but that song wrecked me, and I lost it when K-Ci (the ultimate non-singing, singing-ass nigga of all time) starts to yell.
7. Watching the UnsungEpisode about Montell Jordan …and learning that he no longer owns the rights to the song “The Is How We Do It.” Prince was right when he said: “If you don’t own your masters, your masters own you.”
8. Listening Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance with Somebody” She was amazing in that song. Damn I miss her.
9. Witnessing Black Excellence I cried when one of my dearest friends (and frat brother) Elon Dancy became a full professor at the University of Oklahoma. I cried again when he was named Associate Dean for Community Engagement and Academic Inclusion. Also, when my other friend and frat brother, Eric Gill, finished his D.Min at Virginia Union University, I got mad misty eyed.
I’ve learned the importance of celebrating black brilliance. We are taught in this white supremacist world to be jealous of one another’s successes—that there are only so many crumbs that fall from the tables of whiteness and we must, therefore, fight over each one. I reject that notion. If we don’t celebrate us, then no one else will.
10. Experiencing Injustice When I saw the video of Terrence Crutcher being killed I cried. It happened again when Betty Shelby was found not guilty. Both were tears of anger. Not because I was surprised, but because I had allowed myself to feel hope that justice would be done. I should have known better.
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Lawrence Wareis co-director of the Africana Studies Program and Teaching Assistant Professor and Diversity Coordinator in the Department of Philosophy. He is a contributing writer to Slate Magazine, The New York Times and The Root.
Published on April 21, 2018 07:55
April 19, 2018
The MusiQology Podcast -- Episode 2: J. Michael Harrison

Published on April 19, 2018 15:37
April 18, 2018
Mark Anthony Neal Discusses the Cultural Significance of Kendrick Lamar's Pulitzer Prize Win

Published on April 18, 2018 20:36
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