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how europe underdeveloped africa by Walter Rodney

 “Most of the ideas we call foreign are oftentimes nothing but mixed up, reversed, modified, elaborated images of the creations of our African ancestors, such as Judaism, Christianity, Islam, dialectics, the theory of being, the exact sciences, arithmetic, geometry, mechanical engineering, astronomy, medicine, literature (novel, poetry, drama), architecture, the arts, etc.,” Diop put forth in Civilization or Barbarism. He argued specifically that Aristotelian metaphysics, the Pythagorean theorem, the concept of pi, Platonic cosmogony, and other commonly believed Greek creations actually were developed in ancient Egypt. “Consequently, no thought, no ideology is, in essence, foreign to Africa, which was their birthplace.

my heart by Lizz Wright

Lizz Wright

we are the ship by Kadir Nelson

by Indiana University Art Museum

Helen Keller

1 Corinthians 13:6

still I rise by Maya Angelou You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise   Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room  Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise  Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries  Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it awful hard ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines Diggin’ in my own back yard You may shoot me with your words You may cut me with your eyes You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise  Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I’ve got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history’s shame  I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain   I rise I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide   Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear   I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise!

road to rhythm by Paul Goodnight