Month: July 2015

Some Thoughts On How Society (and other Black Women) Treat Black Women

One of my sista bloggers on tumblr and her followers were discussing a disturbing hashtag that some sistas started, countering a video that was posted by a self-hating negro boy. From what I gather from the conversation, the video was footage of some black girls just dancing and having fun at a pool party or gathering and the negro boy titled it. “This is why this generation sucks for us men because we’re forced to pick a wife out of this bunch“. Below is a small part of the conversation between sista blogger and one of her followers:

Follower: “So are the black girls on Twitter using the hash tag #allblackgirlsdont gonna receive a cookie or a prize from whites or some black men because they’re “different”? I love black women but honestly I can’t support the type of black women who places respectability politics on other black women and who looks down on certain types of black women.”

Blogger: “The ##AllBlackGirlsDont  hashtag on Twitter is a hot ass mess. The black women under that hashtag aren’t doing it right at all. They’re basically saying “Hey please like me because I’m not like those other black women” Instead of saying “Hey I deserve to be respected because A, B, and C, regardless”. Especially when one sista said all black women don’t have nappy hair, and other negative stereotypes. I give up, I really am about to give up and just start going off on black “some” black women too.

I’m glad to see sistas gathering the black male hypocrites about that video, but a whole bunch of black men are reblogging it and I think that’s what started the #AllBlackgirlsdont hashtag. Ugh I hate everything!

We don’t get special cookies for trying to prove how we’re not “like those other black women.”

Sistas, you don’t have to shame other black women in order to prove that you deserve to be treated with respect, dignity, and humanity. It doesn’t help anything that way. Saying “Not all of us are (insert negative stereotypes associated with black women that shames those black women who represents those stereotypes) are like that, is not how to go about it. On my blog I stress repeatedly how all black women deserve to represented and treated with humanly respect no matter where she’s from, how she looks, or what she represents.

Social media is a clear look through the windows of how people view black women.”

My Thoughts

I agree 100% with the sistas above,  what the sistas on twitter did was an epic fail. Black Women catch crazy hell from everybody, whites, “the black community,” non-black poc, other black women and these “I’m not like those other black women” black women ARE NOT HELPING AT ALL.

Respectability politics or the politics of respectability refers to attempts by marginalized groups to police their own members and show their social values as being continuous and compatible with mainstream values rather than challenging the mainstream for its failure to accept difference.-From Wikipedia

The meme below illustrates to a T how society and the “black community” hit sistas with the respectability politics.

Black people have been doing it to each other for years and black people and black women do it to other black women…..ALL THE TIME.  Gotdammit! A sista can’t have fun like the sistas in the video dancing and twerking without negro boys and girls slut-shaming and or policing their behaviors. Black Women/Girls have been twerking and dancing for how long now? Thousands (probably) millions of years…before everyone else came into existence. What’s fucking new?!? Many Black Women notice how the “black community” wanna always police Black Women/Girls behaviors from what they THINK we should wear to who they THINK we should fuck to how they THINK we should behave. See , It’s misogynoir (anti-black misogyny) and sexism that drives society and the “black community” to police Black Women 24/7/365 like hapless teens or little children. I bet each of you $20 a piece these negro boys WOULD NOT have done this if they were white and or non-black girls. To society and the “black community” : A black girl twerking=ghetto, slut, hoe, unfit to be a wife, and all things bad and;  A white/non-black girl twerking= cool, groundbreaking, feminism, and all things good. So a black woman/girl twerking makes her an unfit wife?!? Negros have several seats!!!

The meme below is a great illustration of black womens’ multifaceted-ness, just like any other woman and human being:

As for the Black Women who started the hastag, Black Sharon from the suburbs IS NOT SUPERIOR than Black Shaniqua from the ghetto. Have several seats!!! Like the sistas said, “You gets no cookie from self-haters and society for being “a different kind of black woman.” *I’m soooo sick of both society and the “black community” with their policing of Black Women’s thoughts, behaviors, and bodies.  All of this is just one of the many examples of Black Women’s struggle against racio-misogyny……from society and “the black community”. Black Women just can’t be feminine, human, or just fucking be ourselves (whether we twerk or not). We fucking can’t just be. We’re criticized for just existing! Sistas can’t catch a break! GOD HELP THE BLACK WOMAN!


Makeda: The Queen of Sheba

Original Ethiopian Church Painting of Makeda, Queen of Sheba
                                  Original Ethiopian Church Painting of Makeda, Queen of Sheba

This is another one of our great African Queens who like Cleopatra VII  is portrayed as either white or middle eastern. *Sigh* The continued white washing of history for the ump-teenth time…….smfh. There is not much known about her life. The bio below is from Black OurStory: Black History. I did not post a video because many are inaccurate and portray her as non-black.

MAKEDA: QUEEN OF SHEBA (The symbol of Beauty) (960 B.C.)
“I am black but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, As the tents of Kedar, As the curtains of Solomon, Look not upon me because I am black Because the sun hath scorched me.” (Song of Solomon)
Although most of Black history is suppressed, distorted or ignored by an ungrateful modern world, some African traditions are so persistent that all of the power and deception of the Western academic establishment have failed to stamp them out. One such story is that of Makeda, the Queen of Sheba, and King Solomon of Israel. Black women of antiquity were legendary for their beauty and power. Especially great were the Queens of Ethiopia. This nation was also known as Nubia, Kush, Axum and Sheba. One thousand years before Christ, Ethiopia was ruled by a line of virgin queens. The one whose story has survived into our time was known as Makeda, “the Queen of Sheba.” Her remarkable tradition was recorded in the Kebar Nagast, or the Glory of Kings, and the Bible.
 The Bible tells us that, during his reign, King Solomon of Israel decided to build a magnificent temple. To announce this endeavor, the king sent forth messengers to various foreign countries to invite merchants from abroad to come to Jerusalem with their caravans so that they might engage in trade there. At this time, Ethiopia was second only to Egypt in power and fame. Hence, King Solomon was enthralled by Ethiopia’s beautiful people, rich history, deep spiritual tradition and wealth. He was especially interested in engaging in commerce with one of Queen Makeda’s subjects, an important merchant by the name of Tamrin.1 Solomon sent for Tamrin who “packed up stores of valuables including ebony, sapphires and red gold, which he took to Jerusalem to sell to the king.”2 It turns out that Tamrin’s visit was momentous. Although accustomed to the grandeur and luxury of Egypt and Ethiopia, Tamrin was still impressed by King Solomon and his young nation. During a prolonged stay in Israel, Tamrin observed the magnificent buildings and was intrigued by the Jewish people and their culture. But above all else, he was deeply moved by Solomon’s wisdom and compassion for his subjects. Upon returning to his country, Tamrin poured forth elaborate details about his trip to Queen Makeda. She was so impressed by the exciting story that the great queen decided to visit King Solomon herself.3 To understand the significance of state visits in antiquity in contrast to those of today, we must completely remove ourselves from the present place and time. In ancient times, royal visits were very significant ceremonial affairs.
The visiting regent was expected to favor the host with elaborate gifts and the state visit might well last for weeks or even months. Even by ancient standards, however, Queen Makeda’s visit to King Solomon was extraordinary. In I Kings 10:1-2, the Bible tells us: “1. And when the Queen of Sheba heard of the fame of Solomon concerning the name of the Lord, she came to prove him with hard questions. “2. And she came to Jerusalem with a very great train, with camels that bear spices and very much gold, and precious stones. And when she was come to Solomon she communed with him of all that was in her heart.” I Kings 10:10 adds: “She gave the king 120 talents of gold, and of spices very great store and precious stones; there came no more such abundance of spices as these which the Queen of Sheba gave to King Solomon.” We should pause to consider the staggering sight of this beautiful Black woman and her vast array of resplendent attendants travelling over the Sahara desert into Israel with more than 797 camels plus donkeys and mules too numerous to count. The value of the gold alone, which she gave to King Solomon, would be $3,690,000 today and was of much greater worth in antiquity.
 King Solomon, and undoubtedly the Jewish people, were flabbergasted by this great woman and her people. He took great pains to accommodate her every need. A special apartment was built for her lodging while she remained in his country. She was also provided with the best of food and eleven changes of garments daily. As so many African leaders before her, this young maiden, though impressed with the beauty of Solomon’s temple and his thriving domain, had come to Israel seeking wisdom and the truth about the God of the Jewish people. Responding to her quest for knowledge, Solomon had a throne set up for the queen beside his. “It was covered with silken carpets, adorned with fringes of gold and silver, and studded with diamonds and pearls. From this she listened while he delivered judgments.”4 Queen Makeda also accompanied Solomon throughout his kingdom. She observed the wise, compassionate and spiritual ruler as he interacted with his subjects in everyday affairs.
Speaking of the value of her visit with the King and her administration for him, Queen Makeda stated: “My Lord, how happy I am. Would that I could remain here always, if but as the humblest of your workers, so that I could always hear your words and obey you.
“How happy I am when I interrogate you! How happy when you answer me. My whole being is moved with pleasure; my soul is filled; my feet no longer stumble; I thrill with delight.
“Your wisdom and goodness,” she continued, “are beyond all measure. They are excellence itself. Under your influence I am placing new values on life. I see light in the darkness; the firefly in the garden reveals itself in newer beauty. I discover added lustre in the pearl; a greater radiance in the morning star, and a softer harmony in the moonlight. Blessed be the God that brought me here; blessed be He who permitted your majestic mind to be revealed to me; blessed be the One who brought me into your house to hear your voice.
Solomon had a harem of over 700 wives and concubines, yet, he was enamored by the young Black virgin from Ethiopia. Although he held elaborate banquets in her honor and wined, dined and otherwise entertained her during the length of her visit, they both knew that, according to Ethiopian tradition, the Queen must remain chaste. Nevertheless, the Jewish monarch wished to plant his seed in Makeda, so that he might have a son from her regal African lineage. To this end the shrewd king conspired to conquer the affection of this young queen with whom he had fallen in love. When, after six months in Israel, Queen Makeda announced to King Solomon that she was ready to return to Ethiopia, he invited her to a magnificent farewell dinner at his palace.
The meal lasted for several hours and featured hot, spicy foods that were certain to make all who ate thirsty and sleepy (as King Solomon had planned.) Since the meal ended very late, the king invited Queen Makeda to stay overnight in the palace in his quarters. She agreed as long as they would sleep in separate beds and the king would not seek to take advantage of her. He vowed to honor her chastity, but also requested that she not take anything in the palace. Outraged by such a suggestion, the Queen protested that she was not a thief and then promised as requested. Not long after the encounter, the Queen, dying of thirst, searched the palace for water. Once she found a large water jar and proceeded to drink, the King startled her by stating: “You have broken your oath that you would not take anything by force that is in my palace. The Queen protested, of course, that surely the promise did not cover something so insignificant and plentiful as water, but Solomon argued that there was nothing in the world more valuable than water, for without it nothing could live. Makeda reluctantly admitted the truth of this and apologized for her mistake, begging for water for her parched throat.
 Solomon, now released from his promise, assuaged her thirst and his own, immediately taking the Queen as his lover.”6 The following day as the Queen and her entourage prepared to leave Israel, the King placed a ring on her hand and stated, “If you have a son, give this to him and send him to me.” After returning to the land of Sheba, Queen Makeda did indeed have a son, whom she named Son-of-the-wise-man, and reared as a prince and her heir apparent to the throne. Upon reaching adulthood, the young man wished to visit his father, so the Queen prepared another entourage, this time headed by Tamrin.
She sent a message to Solomon to anoint their son as king of Ethiopia and to mandate that thenceforth only the males descended from their son should rule Sheba. Solomon and the Jewish people rejoiced when his son arrived in Israel. The king anointed him as the Queen had requested and renamed him Menelik, meaning “how handsome he is.”
Though Solomon had many wives, only one had produced a son, Rehoboam, a boy of seven. So the king begged Menelik to remain, but the young prince would not. Solomon therefore called his leaders and nobles and announced that, since he was sending his first born son back to Ethiopia, he wanted all of them to send their firstborn sons “to be his counselors and officers.” And they agreed to do so. Menelik asked his father for a relic of the Ark of the Covenant to take back with him to the land of Sheba.
It is said that while Solomon intended to provide his son with a relic, the sons of the counselors, angry at having to leave their homes and go to Sheba with Menelik, actually stole the real Ark and took it to Ethiopia. Menelik returned to Sheba and, according to tradition, ruled wisely and well. And his famous line has continued down to the 20th century when, even now, the ruler of Ethiopia is the “conquering lion of Judah” descended directly from King Solomon and the Queen of Sheba.
More Beautiful pics and paintings of the legendary Beautiful Black Queen
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I salute AMAZING HER-story MAKING sista!

Quote of the Day

“Black women are sexualized in this way throughout the media – also there have been interesting comparisons made with Sara Baartman and stars like Nicki Minaj: obsessions over black female bodies (obviously the backside in particular). Women of any race who is seen as owning her sexuality (or who is sexualised) are thought of as whores or sluts – black women have additional burden of respectability politics.

Nicki Minaj isn’t perpetuating a stereotype or being a Jezebel, she owns her own sexuality and thus she is judged as a Jezebel because of sexism and continued hyper-sexualization of black women. People who abuse black women who display their sexuality are doing the job of white mistresses: it’s girl-hate slut-shaming at the intersection of race and gender, it’s continuing that Jezebel stereotype against black women and thus restricting black women’s behaviour and actions.”-Anonymous Black Woman Poster on Tumblr Blog

Who Will Revere The Black Woman? (September 1966) By Abbey Lincoln

Mark Twain said, in effect, that when a country enslaves a people, the first necessary job is to make the world feel that the people to be enslaved are sub-human. The next job is to make his fellow-countrymen believe that man is inferior and then, the unkindest cut of all is to make that man believe himself inferior.

A good job has been done in this country, as far as convincing them of their inferiority is concerned. The general white community has told us in a million different ways and in no uncertain terms that “God” and “nature” made a mistake when it came to fashioning us and ours….

[S]trange as it is, I’ve heard it echoed by too many Black full-grown males that Black womanhood is the downfall of the Black man in that she (the Black woman) is “evil,” “hard to get along with,” “domineering,” “suspicious,” and “narrow-minded.” In short, a black, ugly, evil you-know-what.

As time progresses, I’ve learned that this description of my mothers, sisters, and partners in crime is used as the basis and excuse for the further shoving, by the Black man, of his own head into the sand of oblivion. Hence, the black mother, housewife, and all-round girl Thursday is called upon to suffer both physically and emotionally every humiliation a woman can suffer and still function.

Her head is more regularly beaten than any other woman’s, and by her own man; she’s the scapegoat for Mr. Charlie; she is forced to stark realism and chided if caught dreaming; her aspirations for her and hers are, for sanity’s sake, stunted; her physical image has been criminally maligned, assaulted, and negated; she’s the first to be called ugly and never yet beautiful….

Raped and denied the right to cry out in her pain, she has been named the culprit and called “loose,” “hot-blooded,” “wanton,” “sultry,” and “amoral.” She has been used as the white man’s sexual outhouse, and shamefully encouraged by her own ego-less man to persist in this function. Wanting, too, to be carried away by her “Prince Charming,” she must, in all honesty, admit that he has been robbed of his crown by the very assaulter and assassin who has raped her. Still, she looks upon her man as God’s gift to Black womanhood and is further diminished and humiliated and outraged when the feeling is not mutual….

At best we are made to feel that we are poor imitations and excuses for white women.

Evil? Evil, you say. The black woman is hurt, confused, frustrated, angry, resentful, frightened and evil! Who in the hell dares suggest that she should be otherwise? These attitudes only point up her perception of the situation and her healthy rejection of same.

Maybe if our women get evil enough and angry enough, they’ll be moved to some action that will bring our men to their senses. There is one unalterable fact that too many of our men cannot seem to face. And that is, we “black, evil, ugly” women are a perfect and accurate reflection of you “black, evil, ugly” men. Play hide and seek as long as you can and will, but your every rejection and abandonment of us is only sorry testament of how thoroughly and carefully you have been blinded and brainwashed. And let it further understood that when we refer to you we mean, ultimately, us. For you are us, and vice versa.

We are the women who were kidnapped and brought to his continent as slaves. We are the women who were raped, are still being raped, and our bastard children snatched from our breasts and scattered to the winds to be lynched, castrated, de-egoed, robbed, burned, and deceived.

We are the women who dwell in the hell-hole ghettos all over the land. We are the women whose bodies are sacrificed, as living cadavers, to experimental surgery in the white man’s hospitals for the sake of white medicine. We are the women who are invisible on the television and movie screens, on the Broadway stage. We are the women who are lusted after, sneered at, leered at, hissed at, yelled at, grabbed at, tracked down by white degenerates in our own pitiable, poverty-stricken and prideless neighborhoods.

We are the women whose hair is compulsively fried, whose skin is bleached, whose is “too big,” whose mouth is “too big and loud,” whose behind is “too big and broad,” whose feet are “too big and flat,” whose face is “too black and shiny,* and whose suffering and patience is too long and enduring to be believed.

Who are just too damned much for everybody….

We are the women whose husbands and fathers and brothers and sons have been plagiarized, imitated, denied, and robbed of the fruits of their genius, and who consequently we see as emasculated, jailed, lynched, driven mad, deprived, enraged and made suicidal. We are the women who nobody, seemingly, cares about, who are made to feel inadequate, stupid and backward, and who inevitably have the most colossal inferiority complexes to be found.

And who is spreading the propaganda that “the only free people in the country are the white man and the black woman”? If this be freedom, then Heaven is hell, right is wrong, and cold is hot.

Who will revere the black woman? Who will keep our neighborhoods safe for black innocent womanhood? Black womanhood is outraged and humiliated. Black womanhood cries for dignity and restitution and salvation. Black womanhood wants and needs protection, and keeping, and holding. Who will assuage her indignation? Who will keep her precious and pure? Who will glorify and proclaim her beautiful image? To whom will she cry rape?

Queen Tiye: Nubian Queen of Egypt and Mother of Pharoah Ankenhaten


Born:  1398 B.C. in Akhmim, Upper Egypt,

Parents: Yuya (Mother), Tjuyu ( Father); Queen Tiye was born Nubian from Nubia; she was not Egyptian.

Giant Statue of Pharoah Amenhotep (Left) Queen Tiye (Right) at second Phylon, Cairo.
Giant Statue of Pharoah Amenhotep (Left) Queen Tiye (Right)) at second Phylon, Cairo.

Siblings: Anen (Brother)

Spouse: Amenhotep III

Children: Sitamun, Isis, Henuttaneb, Nabetah, Thutmose, Amenhotep IV (Ankenhaten), Smenkhkare, Baketaten, and Tutankhamun (grandson); mother-in-law of Nefertiti

Occupation: Consort of Egypt, Great Royal Wife, and Matriarch of Armana Dynasty. Queen Tiye and her husband, Amenhotep ruled Egypt for 38 years until his death in 1353 B.C. at age 54, she was 48 year old at the time of his death.

Titles: Hereditary Princess, Great of Praises, Sweet of Love, Lady of The Two Lands, King’s Wife, Great King’s Wife, King’s Wife, his beloved, Mistress of Upper and Lower Egypt, and Mistress of the Two Lands

Achievements, Accomplishments, and Contributions: Queen Tiye was an highly intelligent woman and the first Queen of Egypt to weld equal power as the male rulers. From the beginning of her husband’s reign, she was the first queen to have her name on official acts, such as the king’s announcement of marriage to a foreign princess. She also was a strong domestic and foreign diplomat; directing both domestic and foreign policies. She had excellent communication skills with foreign rulers and dignitaries. They held her in high regard.She also directed the country’s administrative affairs.  She was featured prominently on her husband’s monuments and her named is written in a cartouche, like that of the king.

Quotes From Or About Queen Tiye:

The most praised, the lady of grace, sweet in her love, who fills the palace with her beauty, the Regent of the North and South, the Great Wife of the King, the lady of both lands…”- Pharaoh Amenhotep III, husband

Death: 1338 B.C. in Egypt in early sixties; the cause of death unknown.

Queen Tiye, whose husband, Amenhotep III, may have been depicted to her right in this broken statue
        Statue of Queen Tiye



Ancient History Encyclopedia

I salute this HER-story making sista!

Flashback Friday: The Original Black Woman Edition

@ Everybody
I reblogged this post because when I published it today, it appeared further down in my publishing history as being published on June 18. I don’t know why it did that *shrugs* Other than that Enjoy!


“Push It”

Ah, push it
Ah, push itOooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby
Oooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby

Get up on this!

Ow! Baby!
Salt and Pepa’s here!

(Now wait a minute, y’all
This dance ain’t for everybody
Only the sexy people
So all you fly mothers, get on out there and dance
Dance, I said!)

Salt and Pepa’s here, and we’re in effect
Want you to push it, babe
Coolin’ by day then at night working up a sweat
C’mon girls, let’s go show the guys that we know
How to become number one in a hot party show
Now push it

Ah, push it – push it good
Ah, push it – push it real good
Ah, push it – push it good
Ah, push it – p-push it real good

Hey! Ow!
Push it good!

Oooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby
Oooh, baby, baby
Baby, baby

Push it good

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