THROUGH MY OWN EYES...

AGM- A Boy’s Dream

Photographs of children swimming in a lake, Uganda.

Melanin theorist Carol Barnes writes in his book Melanin: The Chemical Key to Black Greatness:

Melanin is responsible for the existence of civilization, philosophy, religion, truth, justice, and righteousness. Individuals (whites) containing low levels of Melanin will behave in a barbaric manner. Melanin gives humans the ability to FEEL because it is the absorber of all frequencies of energy. Since whites have the least amount of Melanin, this is why they are perceived by People of Color as generally being rigid, unfeeling (heartless), cold, calculating, mental, and “unspiritual.”[11]

Mainstream white society brushes “melanin theory” off as “pseudoscience" 

Melanin theory is a pseudoscientific theory, founded in the distortion of the known physical properties of melanin, a natural polymer and organic semiconductor.[1] In humans, melanin is the primary determinant of skin color. People whose ancestors lived for long periods in the regions of the globe near the equator generally have larger quantities of eumelanin in their skins. Melanin theorists assert that the possession of greater quantities of melanin causes an inherent superiority of black people. Conversely, its lack demonstrates the alleged inhumanity and inferiority of white people. Some black supremacists justify supremacist assertions by assigning dubious properties to melanin based on pseudoscience and distortions of scientific fact or speculation. Scientists consider melanin theory pseudoscience; it has no credibility in mainstream medicine or science.[2][3]

(via Wikipedia)

laviederosie:

getoutofhellfree:

ramenfashion:

Made of electroluminescent sheets, Bright Blind simulates a window where none exists. Turning the plastic stick controls the brightness.

Very cool

My roommate would hate this so much lol.

Somebody Blew Up America —Amiri Baraka

cait-sidhe:

“Tha Crossroads” -  Bone Thugs-n-Harmony 

I’ve seen A LOT of amazing things on Tumblr. But this is on another lever! So legend. BONE THUGS ‘N’ HARMONY - CROSSROADS is such a classic! 

Manufacturing Consent - Noam Chomsky  (via cultureofresistance)

Painfully true

Lucille Clifton

they ask me to remember but they want me to remember their memories and i keep on remembering mine.

So I’m going through the contacts list on my  phone and I’m looking at some of these names like…“ who the eff is this.”  I realize that most of these people that I can only vaguely remember how they came to be in my contacts, if I remember them at all, are people with whom our relationship was sustained through mainly texting.  These were people that maybe I thought they were cool or vice versa and we saw the potential for some kind of friendship; hence, they become a “contact.”

Now, I am totally fine with texting because, it’s just one of those things that people do since, after all, it is the 21st century.  However, the older more mature I become, I’m beginning to see texting as an annoyance.  I mean, it’s cool from time to time but it is rather impersonal.  I prefer to text my friends that I already know well as opposed to people who I have just met. I tend to get that feeling of “ Why is this person texting me? I don’t know this (_Insert male/female descriptive noun here_) And no matter how much I want to be like those people who walk around looking at their cell phones all day (I really don’t) Let’s just face it, I am just not that person.  I don’t do that.  I would rather speak to a person.  What happened to communication, call me old-fashion if you will.

“Matted”

Earlier today, today one of my aunts asked me if my hair sheds a lot when I take it down.  Before I continue telling you anything else, let me state the fact that I have had my hair loc’d for 3 years.  It still makes me feel some type of way when black people know so little about themselves, in this particular case I’m talking about black hair.  It was/is obvious that my aunt doesn’t understand the process/time that it takes for one’s hair to form into locs.  One does not just take locs down and redo them; that is to start the journey completely over. My other aunt responded to her that I didn’t take my hair down because it is “matted.”

When she used the word “matted” something just didn’t set right with me.  I immediately did not like the word.  It’s not something that I would say to describe my hair.  Upon hearing it, I think of something dirty and unkempt.  That’s certainly not what my hair is, so I took it upon myself to lookup the definition of the word. So I used Google. I typed the following and this is what I got:

define:  matted

(esp. of hair or fur) Tangled into a thick mass

- a cardigan of matted gray wool.  adjective /ˈmatid/ 

Twist together into a confused mass

- the broom somehow got tangled up in my long skirtverb /ˈtaNGgəl/ 

  A confused mass of something twisted together

- a tangle of golden hair

Then I thought, okay, perhaps my hair is tangled, but thats just too simple.  Anything can be tangled, and if thats the case one can manually “loc” their hair simply by tangling it.  However, this locing process takes place over time and one does not have to do anything to the hair for it to happen, not even tangle it.  It is as if the hair is made to do it.  Also, if one just tangled his or her hair, it would simply not look the same as naturally formed locs.  The definition of tangled is listed above as well.

Then I thought, what I have on my head is not a confused mass.  I may be confused about a lot of things, but not my hair.  It is actually one of the things that I am most certain of.  The hair knows exactly what to do in order to form the locs.