Prime Notes

by: Jameel Rashad Patterson

Jameel Rashad Patterson comments on the decision Deion Sanders made to accept the offer of Head Coach at the University of Colorado. Sanders’s decision has drawn controversy given he left Jackson State University, a beloved HBCU in Mississippi.

Special to The Dreher Report

I see both sides of it. It would have been cool if he could have ushered in a new era where the Black community had stake in the talent base of Black athletes. Ultimately, we do not know what Deion Sanders went through as coach of Jackson State, how much support he received, and how the HBCU community welcomed him.

I guarantee you this: Somebody at Jackson State and in the HBCU world is happy he is gone.

From my experience, some members of the Black community would rather keep things the way they are because they benefit some kind of way. Even when Nick Saban [head coach at the University of Alabama] came at Prime, there were probably people in the HBCU world who agreed with him. People usually side with power. Even the people bashing Prime for doing what he deems to be best for him and his family probably do the same thing in their own communities and families.

We really stand on the shoulders of our ancestors, our people who stuck together and created networks. We are not the same as our ancestors, however, even though we stand on common historical ground. They owned sports teams, built communities together. Our ancestors started these colleges, and supported the civil rights movement. In some ways, that’s not our culture today. We bend toward individualism.

In essence, Coach Prime talked a good game so that is why he is getting criticism. Oftentimes when we embark on agendas for the Black community we are not prepared for Black people to be adversarial with us. That’s disheartening, and if Prime went through that, I do not blame him for leaving.

Ultimately we want Prime to lead a grassroots effort of building from the ground up. It is not that we do not have the parts, it is a kind of culture we have embraced for the past four decades in which those parts do not operate in unison. It is an individualistic type culture. Some of us still have the communal ways of our ancestors but those ways are not the dominant culture in Black America .

One of those parts is the HBCU. Why don’t we see rich Black athletes putting their money together to create conglomerates? We say we need to start our own league well Ice Cube did it but you do not see Jay Z, Dre, Puff or whoever helping him for purpose creating our own institutions. It’s obvious: the incentives are not here but can be found in the 40s and 30s, those times. I am not mad at Prime moving with the current of the culture. We have to embrace change and embrace new ideas or a culture of individualism will take shape. I say let’s change the culture.

… who gave you life: An Encomium for the Vote

Screen Shot 2020-08-27 at 4.35.32 PMby T. Renée Crutcher

(special to The Dreher Report)

To you who disrespect

those who

gave you

Life:

They lived

for us.

They understood

Life to Life.

People of the earth.

They speak to us

from the ground.

They shed their shackles

from a resurrection spirit

 

The puritanical self-righteous attitudes related to the vote and the disrespect for the generations that gave you birth and life, nurtured you, left you an inheritance of faith, hope, institutions of education, commerce, skills, land, and gave slave names dignity makes this position deserving of Donald Trump and the GOP. Why? Because your ingratitude for the blood spilled over the African diaspora for you to live and to have the rights you enjoy now that you didn’t fight for nor earned matters not to you.

You think the elders are useless.

Go ahead.

Drop the excrement of your disrespect with no regard to the privilege to vote you have that you paid no price for.

Go ahead.

Expect results that you aren’t even willing to fight for because you just give up and refuse to vote.

Our lives are at stake. Don’t you know? You curse the wombs that bore you. You curse the seed that created you when you, as a Black person in this country, decide because Jesus isn’t the nominee you won’t vote. “Oh,” you ask, “what are you talking about?” Here is what I’m saying: You are looking for that perfect candidate. Well, I’ve got news for you: There never will be that candidate.

Unbeknownst to you, our ancestors are still making ways that you can’t and are unwilling to see.

Know this: People and situations evolve. The evolution may not be at breakneck speed and it may be too slow sometimes. Be not dismayed. Every piece of a pace is a gain. Don’t you know to just live is revolutionary? You gotta keep on pushing as Curtis Mayfield encouraged us in the 1960s.

If your decision is to give up and not fight then here is what I have to say to you: Don’t dishonor those who walked the journey for you to be here now—in this moment–and even left you a blueprint for you on how to thrive by speaking their names.

Remember this: Congressman John Robert Lewis and Rev. Cordy Tindall “C. T.” Vivian died on the same day having witnessed the gutting of voting rights, yet both men died with dignity, bravery, and hope for us and for our country.

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Let me tell you. On February 1965, on the steps of the Dallas County Courthouse in Selma, Alabama, C. T. Vivian, with several civil rights activists faced segregationist Sheriff Jim Clark who refused to let him enter. C. T. Vivian warned Clark, “You can turn your back on me, but you cannot turn your back upon the idea of justice. […] you can keep the club in your hand, but you cannot beat down justice. We will register to vote, because as citizens of these United States we have the right to do it.” Sheriff Clark hit him in the face with his club. C. T. Vivian kept on speaking; he was arrested. On August 5, 1965, Congress passed the Voting Rights Act. C. T. Vivian died July 17, 2020.

Let me tell you. Congressman Lewis never forgot about us, even on his death bed. On July 30, 2020, the New York Times published his final words of wisdom and encouragement. Before you even get to the general content of his words, he speaks to us in the title, “Together, you can redeem the soul of our nation. Though I am gone, I urge you to answer the highest calling of your heart and stand up for what you truly believe.” Our Statesman died on July 17, 2020.

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Yet, some of you decide you’re wiser than either of them for not voting because the perfect candidate is not on the ballot. I’ll state it again: there is, never was, and never will be that candidate!

Let me tell you something: Unbeknownst to you our ancestors are still making ways that you can’t or simply are unwilling to see. Why? Because you enjoy the benefits of the sacrificial bravery of those who came before us but disparage their wisdom and knowledge.

Go ‘head …

… wit yo bad self! Raise your hands. Shrug your shoulders. Claim, “it is what is is!”

I write this in all sincerity: Our ancestral heritage does not tell us to be silent over things that matter; not family, friend, nor foe.

As I close, I’m thinking. Maybe, just maybe, we need to stop using the word “woke” ‘cause it’s past tense. In this present moment, we need to wake up and stay awake. Our ancestors and those on whose shoulders we stand gave us life. Let there be an encomium for the most nonviolent gesture in the land they fought for us to have: the vote.

◊ T. Renée Crutcher is the founder, CEO at Sankofa Ministries & Tellin’ Our Story Publishing, Inc. in Atlanta, Georgia. She is a graduate of the Candler School of Theology, Emory University.

Uprising: A Black Birthright

by Danielle “Dani” Young
special to The Dreher Report

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Screen Shot 2019-11-12 at 3.51.09 PMI realize this is radical but I have to speak up.

It can be a knee jerk reaction to demonize protestors who react with violence. We, as a nation, criminalize violence and romanticize non-violence. Let us remember the Civil Rights Movement of the 1960s. Law enforcement sent dogs after men, women, and children who peacefully marched. Bloody Sunday, specifically, happened in Selma, Alabama in March 1965. During the sit-in movement of that time, white patrons poured hot coffee, and threw food and condiments on peaceful protesters who asked to be served. And they assassinated Dr. King.

Do not allow a romanticized version of the Civil Rights Movement influence your opinions of the protestors of this day.

Violence does have its place in our society. … and, whether you support it or not, you must have empathy and, more important, some understanding of what has caused violence to erupt in the first place. It must be understood that slavery never ended; it has only changed faces. It must be understood that we, as Black people were never meant to be free. For over 200 years and counting, enslavement, lynching, Jim Crow, segregation, and other forms of mental and emotional terrorism have been practiced here in the United States. Do not allow a romanticized version of the Civil Rights Movement influence your opinions of the protestors of this day. To quote the poet Nikki Giovanni:

“perhaps these are not poetic
times
at all”

Martin Luther King, Jr. stated, “A Riot is the language of the unheard”. Uprisings are Black people’s birthright. We have the right to demand justice in unpoetic times. Make no mistake, however, the institution of policing is working just fine. If this is confusing for you please research the origins of policing. There is plenty of information. Read “The Police were created to Control Working Class and Poor People, not ‘Serve and Protect'” by Sam Mitrani.

Protestors are loud. Hear them.

To ask a people to march quietly after watching repeatedly an unjust system’s treatment of its Black citizens is to ask someone to not cry out after you’ve hurt them. People on the ground across lines of race and nationalities, including the police, are doing the work to keep these protests peaceful in spite of the infiltration of those whose only purpose is to compromise that peace. There are people on the ground filming this movement, and the images captured on every phone’s camera are markers of these moments in history. In the words of the actor Will Smith, “Racism is not getting worse. It’s getting filmed.”

Protestors are loud. Hear them. They are bold in every gesture and speech. Watch them. Their cry, however, is for the simplest of things: The right to live. The right to exist. The right to just be. Listen to them. Protect Black Lives. 

Be safe out there. Donate to bail out funds. Take care of your mental health.

Screen Shot 2019-11-12 at 3.51.09 PMDanielle “Dani” Young is a recent graduate of the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. She is passionate about social justice issues and social justice reform. A freelance photographer, she also writes in her free time.

 

@ 4:52 a.m.

by Dr. Jeannette Eileen Jones-Vazansky
special to The Dreher Report

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Screen Shot 2019-11-12 at 3.51.09 PMBeen up since 4:52 am. In my restlessness I was grappling with two unrelated issues–both which are sources of trauma for me. I will write about the one that has most Black people enraged, sad, exhausted, traumatized, and generally not OK.

I have to get it out.

A people can only take so much.

Some elders used to say, “It’s a wonder we didn’t burn this [insert any explicative] down” after what we went through and go through in this country. Others let us know that one day the chickens were gonna come home to roost. Others told us no justice, no peace. So much prophetic wisdom continues to be passed down to us. I believe our ancestors foresaw this moment and many others that preceded this recent round of protests.

I have lived my entire life in a nation where state-sanctioned and vigilante terrorism against black folks (and other minoritized groups as well) has been the order of the day. For every decade of my life, there have been unarmed black folks murdered by police officers. White vigilantes have murdered black people who were simply going about their business–and they have celebrated for it. Growing up in Queens and Long Island, you couldn’t escape it.

I believe our ancestors foresaw this moment and many others that preceded this recent round of protests.

I will be 50 in August. That’s 50 years for me. But what about our parents, grandparents, [great grandparents], etc.? How did they survive? Some of my folks will tell you “But God.” Whatever your beliefs, something has kept us.

People ask “when is it going to end”? The truth is the powers that be, this racist country, and their acolytes don’t want it to end. If they did, they would dismantle this entire system that delights in and profits off of our death and suffering. Until that time, people will protest and it will not be (and we should not expect it to be) according to some book of “acceptable protest.”

I pray for the lives of the protesters. That’s my fear. That they will lose their lives speaking truth to power. I don’t pray for property or material things of this world. Buildings can be rebuilt or replaced. Insurance covers loss of material possessions. But LIFE. That’s priceless.Screen Shot 2019-11-12 at 3.51.09 PM

Jeannette Eileen Jones-Vazansky is Associate Professor in the Department of History at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. She is a historian of the United States, with particular emphasis in American cultural and intellectual history and African American Studies, with strong interests in race and representation, Atlantic studies, and science studies. She published In Search of Brightest Africa: Reimagining the Dark Continent in American Culture, 1884-1936 in 2010. She is currently at work on her manuscript America in Africa: U.S. Empire, Race, and the African Question, 1847-1919. 

 

AK-47 – A Comment

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Patrick Crusius

Patrick Crusius. You are only 20 years old, and you choose to come of age with an AK-47 in and death on your hands. Such is the noise of your racism, that even you can’t stand it, thus the earmuffs. Upon being caught, you were arrested, and arrested all too gingerly. Not one policeman drew his gun on you. Not a bullet nor chokehold you endured. You are alive. I hope you enjoy your Burger King Whopper.

On Harriet ~ A Commentary

Screen Shot 2019-07-26 at 7.38.17 PMI am excited for what stands to be a most poignant biopic of Harriet Tubman but I hold reservation. The last Harriet Tubman movie I saw, A Woman Called Moses, I felt emasculated the Black men who followed her. The film portrayed them cowering and having to be convinced to embrace freedom.

I love Black men. I do. I think they are the most beautiful and the most courageous creatures on earth. I have/had beautiful beautiful Black men in my family and community to prove it, beginning with Ulysses William Dreher, my father, right on down to the wine-o drinking from the paper bag crouched somewhere over there in the cut.

The portrayal of Black men in A Woman Called Moses broke my heart. Not one historical marker in my ancestral heritage mirrored their onscreen representation. Not one Black male in my community embodied their characterization.

I get it. Freedom-making was an ambitious endeavor; one misstep meant dire consequences. Freedom-making, in addition, challenged inhumane beliefs held by plantation owners and passed down to generations of enslaved people: you and your offspring are nothing but chattel–beasts, wenches, and brutes. 

History tell us, however, that the fervor for freedom took over, and those enslaved who heard the clarion call had no alternative but answer it no matter the consequences. The first step an enslaved person made toward freedom antagonized the plantocracy’s hateful notions circulated about them. That first step initiated psychic healing. 

I hope I see the Black men who dared to believe in Harriet Tubman and join her on the underground railroad portrayed in this manner in Harriet. They haven’t to deserve. It’s theirs!

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On R. Kelly On Gayle King

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I’ll never forget Noah Cross’s (John Huston) comment to J. J. Gittes (Jack Nicholson) when he discerns Gittes knows he raped his own daughter Evelyn (Faye Dunaway) in the classic film Chinatown. I paraphrase: “When you have money, you believe you can do ANYTHING.” I’ll add, “when you have celebrity and a charmed fan base as does Kelly, you believe you can do anything.”
R. Kelly’s “performance” on Gayle King was a desperate attempt to save himself with the only tools he has left: anxiety, anger, and fear all wrapped up in tears–neither over which he has any control. To add to another person’s Facebook post I have read, Kelly charmed his way out of and beat his last case; his emotional behavior on Gayle King suggests his realization that he will not beat this case especially given the heart-rending stories of survival witnessed in the production Surviving R. Kelly.
R. Kelly on Gayle King was a piteous sight to behold. It was. Some have commented, “well, he should have thought of that before he …” or “he should have known better …” Well, he didn’t and he didn’t have to. Our celebrity culture allows for this !@#$ Riches and wealth allow for it as Noah Cross schools J. J. Gittes. When an entertainer generates the capital to fill the pockets of executives and miscellaneous crew members, some members of the group will go to lengths to ensure his desires are satisfied–no matter how prurient–to keep the money flowing (though at present the flow of money has stopped). It’s just that cut and dry. One thing is for sure, though: Whatever R. Kelly did not know and did not think of beforehand, on Gayle King he had his ‘Ah Ha’ moment.

On Yolanda Adams

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Here is what I have to write about Yolanda Adams’s tribute to Anita Baker during the 2018 BET Awards show :

Yolanda practiced; she rehearsed. I’m not talking about the week before scheduled rehearsals for the show–no. I refer to practice and rehearsal the day after she accepted the invitation to give the tribute. I’m talking about listening to the song over and over until it becomes a kind of muscle memory; writing the lyrics on paper with pencil to engrave them on the mind; parsing out the meaning; and, then, practicing bit by bit and piece by piece until the song made friends with her vocal chords as well as her personality. “You Bring Me Joy” became Yolanda Adams’s song as only she could deliver it. That’s downright Holy!

She honored the voice/performance process to such an extent that she could let it go and allow the song to breathe. As a vocalist who has been a student of voice off and on since I was 14 years old (and currently under the coaching talents of Alicia Opoku), I saw, felt, and heard every single technique she used to make this performance flawless (i.e., posture, resonance, breath control, diaphragm support; voice and note placement [head, chest]; mouth, and jaw placement; tonality, diction, et al). She was grounded and she stood tall so as to allow her breath to easily travel throughout her body. She and her vocals were as one; in sync. She did not try to show up Anita Baker but she made it possible for her own talent to soar. She gave “You Bring Me Joy” its own due. As a result, the cosmic forces anointed her performance. This anointing is the answered prayer of every vocalist but it only comes to those who are serious about his/her work. Believe me: It is a spiritual experience.

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Nation Hunger ~ Some Words

Screen Shot 2018-09-06 at 3.36.42 PM.pngBefore I begin Writing … , I have some words:

Be careful–very careful. When you beat down the door to drag a ‘moron’ out of the room, be aware of who is standing in the room–still. It is not empty.  Pay close attention to the person who scoots around the desk to pull out the chair for the next person to sit in it. Observe who will take the seat:

A well-versed and well-rehearsed official and his supporters who have been biding the time.

The emotional and psychological turmoil Americans have been experiencing every single day since November 2016 I believe, on serious reflection, has been well-orchestrated to create what I call Nation-Hunger for that someone else to take the helm. Once fed, and we are belching out perceived pleasure brought on by the change of the guard, watch how events will unfold. We will be too satiated and too distracted to respond because we will have been seduced into a faux-euphoria.

The strategy is brilliant in its simplicity. I fear, however, subsequent action on 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue will be treacherous in its implementation.

Be careful. IJS. Stay woke.

‘Dreamgirl: My Life As A Supreme’ ~ NET All About Books

Dreamgirl

At St. Martin de Porres, my elementary catholic school in Columbia, South Carolina, the playground served as a venue for a myriad of activities. Tucked into the corner, away from the noise of the playground, is an assembly of girls. With the right foot forward, one hand on the hip and the other stretched out in front of them, they demanded that somebody stop in the name of love. All the while in another little corner is a group singing about love and an unreachable scratch that keeps itchin’ the heart! as hips swing and heads bob, the nuns glide silently by. Lip-synching was the one activity they did not interrupt or keep in check. Their silence seemingly was a sign that they understood the itchin’ of the heart and heartbreak. I imagine now that perhaps in the quietness of their hours, they secretly watched The Supremes on Hullaballoo, The Ed Sullivan Show, The Red Skelton Show, Mike Douglas, or The Tonight Show, pledging to say 10 Hail Marys and Our Fathers afterwards. Whatever, the reason, The Supremes and their music captivated everyone, after all it was the 1960s.

Florence Ballard, Diana Ross, and Mary Wilson having some backstage fun.

Florence Ballard, Diana Ross, and Mary Wilson having some backstage fun.

In the 1970s, word spread about an impending break-up of The Supremes and Ross’s alleged ruthless campaign to become the lead singer of the sterling group before that. Soon, that group would be introduced as Diana Ross and The Supremes. Fast forward to 1986. Mary Wilson’s autobiography Dreamgirl: My Life As A Supreme hit bookstores, and, needless to say, I ate up every printed word like a bear coming out of hibernation. Wilson does not hold back in her writing about the alleged affair between Diana Ross and Motown Mogul Berry Gordy. Gossip about the House of Motown plays itself out within the text in every sordid detail along with stories of jealousies, and apparent career sabotage. Oh it was a joy!

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The Supremes

Mary Wilson’s story of three Black teenagers from the Brewster Projects in Detroit, Michigan gave me an up-close-and-personal relationship with three Supreme women who exemplified ladyhood, fashion, and, most important, talent! Each young woman had a body type every teenager could identify with to boot. I leaned towards Diana Ross because she, like I, was no wider than a no.2 pencil. My sister loved Florence Ballard because she was voluptuous; and Mary Wilson was in between!

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Mary Wilson

A closer look at Dreamgirl, however, revealed a curious twist. Carefully interwoven in Wilson’s autobiography are two threads of mini-biographies of the original Supremes: Diana Ross and the late Florence Ballard, and it is Ballard’s mini-bio that distressed me the most. To read how Ballard tried her best make The Supremes an equal partnership and that of her efforts were undermined by Gordy and Ross brought home for me that entertainers really have little, if any, control over their artistic expression. I still idolize The Supremes, but when I hear or read Diana Ross and The Supremes, I feel sorrow because Wilson’s autobiography makes known the back-handed truth behind that name change. The story also scared me since here were two best friends—Mary and Flo—who, after a talent contest decided to go for that Star together; but when Diane Ross entered the picture—to read Wilson tell it–that dream became compromised when Ross and Gordy align themselves with each other. Oh, the intense personal pain and suffering Mary and Flo experienced.

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When I began to include autobiographies of celebrities in my book Dancing on the White Page: Black Women Entertainers Writing Autobiography, Mary Wilson’s Dreamgirl was at the top of that list. This autobiography, for sure, removed the scales from my eyes about entertainers and made me more knowledgeable about the entertainment corporate structure and the moguls who run it. What’s more, Dreamgirl outlined a history of Motown, Hitsville, USA—a house that just about every African American girl and teenager dreamed of entering one day! Looking back as an adult, I see that Wilson’s Dreamgirl was a caution: some houses are dysfunctional even though they appear to be healthy and normal.

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