“It was just my third day on the job; I was still learning to use the fax machine. A coworker who’d been on PTO my first two days appeared in my office, introduced himself via nutcracking handshake. He made small talk, then business-speak, back to small talk. Only so much to be said about the weather, the traffic, and the mayor. A column of silence rose between us. His gaze alighted on my head. “How did you get your hair like that?” He reached across my desk and ran his fingers through my hair.
I gripped his arm mid-arc, squeezed it just hard enough to signal my spirit, and flung it away. “If you want to touch my hair, you ask first. And when you do ask, I’ll say no.”
Shock and puzzlement leaped through his features. He flushed several shades of red, pivoted, exited.”—
It takes care and attention and time to handle natural hair. Something we have lost from our African culture are the rituals of health and beauty and taking time to anoint our-selves. And the first way we lost it was in our hair.
Yes. We had to re-learn everything. Babies without cradles. But we managed to find it again.
“Being black affected one’s life span, insurance rates, blood pressure, lovers, children, every dangerous hour of every dangerous day. There was absolutely no way not to be black without ceasing to exist. But it frequently seemed that there was no way to be black, either, without ceasing to exist.”—
James Baldwin. Every Good-Bye Ain’t Gone. New York. Dec 19, 1977. (via homonoire)
ok but seriously my biggest problem with the cops in ferguson not wearing badges is with out the badge and name plate you not only dont know their name or badge number but you also dont know if they are even a cop.
which means anyone can put on a cop outfit go down to ferguson and act like they police and pretty much do what ever they want.
and ppl wanna say ‘oh not all the cops there are bad’ but its like