How much of what ails us today as a society could be remedied by some old fashioned love and togetherness? The kind we share at the “get-together.”
Its a beautiful Spring day, Im sitting out on the front porch watching life on Center St. Milwaukee unfold; with some family members when one of my nieces says, ” Lets get together for some of Yo Mama-in-law’s to-die-for Salmon Croquettes?” “Cool,” I said. “Let me holler at her and make sure she’s up to it.” Well about a week passes and then I text and inbox everybody that next Sunday we were going to have a Salmon Croquette Bruch at my house around 11 a.m. and Mama going to do the cooking, but we have to buy erthing, you know, pot-luck style. Well, that Sunday all the family shows up. Salmon croquettes, bacon, eggs,sausage, grits, rice, onions and potatoes, and you know we had biscuits and Alaga syrup. If you under thirty, you don’t know nothing about Alaga. We ate, drank and commensurated like we do. When the smoke cleared, Salmon juice was all on the wall, in the flower pots everywhere. Im Just kidding, but you get my point, we ate our backs out. All while we were catching up, sharing stories and reminiscing folks kept asking, “what we getting together for?” The answer kept coming back “just because we love each other.” So After we ate and began to recover from the food-coma that Black folks go into when they eat good food. Folks made them some plates to go, I led in the reading of the African Pledge, My sister, Minister Michele, whose not a real minister, we just call her that because she prays and ministers everywhere she goes, led us in a beautiful prayer and my Mama-in-law chided us to stay free and be self-determining. The folks who were still at the house, on couches, in chairs in all positions and degrees of half sleep, began to reflect on the day. Everyone said they had a ball and that statement we always make “WE HAVE TO DO THIS MORE OFTEN”
The point is, this writer thinks, the family is the solution to a lot of the problems of the world today. Next time you chilling with family and friends think about and be grateful for each other and remember the only reason we need for coming together is the fact that if we don’t come together we will perish separately. Peace.
Black people, African Americans, Nubians, Bilalians, Niggers, whatever you call yourself or choose to answer to, please stay focused. When did gay marriage, immigration reform, Basketball Wives or Casey Anthony become critical issues in the pursuit of Black Power? Do not be deceived….watch for the hand behind the scene. Tavis and Sharpton fueding or whether The President is Black enough are sidebar issues. we can get back to that ish once we rebuild the Black community/family. Lets get our people working and healthy. We still have folks in our community with no electricity in their homes, no telephones and in some instances plumbing that rivals third-world countries. If you were a member of one of the free and functioning ethnic groups in America you could spend your time debating such frivolousness. Black people do not have that luxury….stopping the daily MURDERS, sexual assaults, robberies and the general breakdown of Black society must be the focus. Distractions can be fun but nation bulding is serious business and its later than you think….chop, chop.
Gil-Scott Heron died last week. The news said, “He had a history of drug use.” One could not argue with that. However, Gil-Scott Heron’s life was more than just his bout with substance abuse…. I remember hearing him say, “Like the forest they buried beneath the highway…..never had a chance to grow.” This shook my mind, back in ’78! How many of us ever stop to think that there is a forest buried underneath I-43. Why do you think they have to keep patching up the cracks? That forest is still fighting to break through and be what it was meant to be, just like a lot of our young people and shit some of us old heads as well. This was early in my young, Black life. Young people, I implore you to check this brother out, seriously. If you dig thought-provoking, conscience-raising art, Hip-Hop, Rap or just like hearing true words spoken; consider also that some of his stuff is 40 years old.
In reality as Gil-Scott passes away with a 20 second sound byte, some of us would be wise to reflect on the fact that our day is getting closer. What will they say about you when you are gone? Did I do anything of value? God knows the kids have given us some cause for concerns. Did I create any beauty? Will they even give you and your life a second thought when you are gone ?Gil-Scott Heron, you did your part. Job well done Blackman, Black Poet. The revolution will not be televised or online. Enjoy your well-deserved rest brother. The struggle continues.
After President Obama gave his State of the Union speech, it was Republicans’ turn. Their official rebuttal was given by Wisconsin Rep. Paul Ryan. But minutes later, a group representing the Tea Party offered its own response from Minnesota Rep. Michele Bachmann. The question is why? Is the Tea Party even a political party? Does the Republican Party have enough ultra-conservatives? Again, why does this group of malcontents get to respond to the President of The United States. Why was the New Black Panther Party not giving a chance to respond? Hell for that matter, I would have like to have said a few things. It looks as though The Tea Party has figured out that America is for sale and yesterday they made a firm down payment on their piece of the pie.
Anybody remember Ms. Ieshuh Griffin? She is back in a crowded field of candidates for Milwaukee County Exec. Is this too much too soon for this TMD darling. If she loses, does she run the risk of becoming a sidestory on the Milwaukee political scene?
Five Candidates Enter County Executive Race – Politics News Story – WISN Milwaukee.
How exactly do we balance nostalgia with embracing the brave new world? ….You often hear the term old skool, good old days….. That slight tug at the heart-strings caused by the memory of lost love. We have all felt it. We all get called back occasionally from some distant place in our memory…..Just for a moment you were there again. The smells!! The emotions!! ….The distance of time blurs the edges. She leaned over and kissed you unexpectedly…. you thought your chest would burst!!! Somehow you managed to get home and park your dad’s car exactly in the same spot, before he knew you were gone. Some time later, you lost your mother…These are the dividing lines in your life….. Do you ever take inventory of your memories? They are so precious. Even the painful ones. They are the fibers of the past’s tapestry. These are great reference materials when you find yourself dealing with some of life’s many recurring themes. If you are lucky you get to experience some of the more pleasurable themes many times over….Memories can also be salve for the broken heart that some of us nurse as we long for days gone by. It seems to me that as we are hurled forward into the future… we have some beautiful… and some not so beautiful… memories to remind us that life goes forward… never backward. These days that challenge us now will be the sweet waters our children bathe their minds in as they deal with the days yet to unfold.