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"A child cannot be taught by anyone whose demand, essentially, is that the child repudiate his experience, and all that gives him sustenance, and enter a limbo in which he will no longer be black, and in which he knows that he can never become white. Black people have lost too many black children that way."

"If Black English Isn’t a Language, Then Tell Me, What Is?" in "The New York Times (29 July 1979)

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I finished two papers, two class blog posts, and two meetings in 24 hours and I feel so much weight being lifted off my shoulders. 

chebmoha:

Are you aware ?
Be aware

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aminaabramovic:

if someone pulled out a meth pipe in front of me i would stage an impromptu intervention with anyone in arms reach 

zootedboy:

*throws in big words mid sentence so u know i fuck wit books*

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igotthemusic:

”Only white girl with a ghetto ass and a high fashion titties” - Iggy Azalea

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I know damn well us black people are not going to let this girl slide with that line. How she gon say this? Thinking she run Hip Hop with…a ghetto ass? So black girls ass are ghetto now? Okay

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PLEASE SPREAD THIS LIKE WILD FIRE

whyprofessorwhy:

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Shit happened to Ferguson is happening in Hong Kong right now!

Students were just protesting peacefully for genuine democracy around Admiralty and Central, yet the police forced used pepper spray, tear gas and violence to disperse the crowd. According to the protesters, the police even raided a first aid booth with pepper spray.

Sign the White House Petition

Join Overseas Events

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blackcontemporaryart:

from genesissy
& on the eighth day, god said let there be fierce & that’s the story about the first snap, the hand’s humble attempt at thunder, a small sky troubled by attitude // & on the ninth day, God said Bitch, werk & Adam learned to duck walk, dip, pose, death drop, Eve became the fruit herself, stared lion’s in the eye & dared to bite // & on the tenth day, God wore a blood red sequin body suit, dropped it low, named it Sunset // & on the eleventh day God said guuuurrrrrl & trees leaned in for gossip, water went wild for the tea, & the airtight with shade // & on the twelfth day, Jesus wept at the mirror, mourning the day his sons would shame his sons for walking a daughter’s stride, for the way his children would learn to hate the kids // & on the thirteenth day, God barely moved, he laid around dreaming of glitter; pleased with the shine, sad so many of his children would come home covered in it, parades canceled due to rain of fist & insults & rope & bullets // & on the fourteenth day God just didn’t know what to do with himself
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Words to young dark skin black girls

bellecosby:

"Put down the bleach. Your skin is not dirt that needs to be cleaned out like yesterday’s shirt. You are comprised of sienna, chestnut, and warm mahogany. Dark as the night sky, constellations are tucked neatly underneath your bones. Your skin reminiscent of the hot chocolate that warms winter nights. Like rings around a tree stump, you too have history etched into your melanin. Don’t let the glaring whiteness, blind you from the beauty that you are. "

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specialnights:

Fannie Lou Hammer and Ella Baker.
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