slum dogg millionairing it

just reading an excerpt on using poststructualism has me slum dogg milionairing my thoughts connecting dots to certain oppressions to do render and relegate those on the margins to the margins. hmm, the aforementioned was a sentence fool, oops I full, my tongue being of the African American positionality has me linguistically positioned against my dipping into and out of and against Standard English. 

i am a slum dogg millionaire, connecting ideas back to the past to understand the cubism of life. past, present, future notions of becoming and being me that is positioned to do what?

this is short

lately i have been having talks with faculty and students in my department who hope to sustain the amount of faculty who are from diverse backgrounds. in our talks, people have praised the idea. undertaking the idea of the eslanda robeson when she suggested “I have reluctantly come to the conclusion that everything now is political: the price we pay for steak, if we can afford steak….. All is political, make no mistake about that. So me, I’m political,” i have become more and more political about the way i handle my business.

what are your thoughts about the sustainability of faculty members of color at your institutions? is a political issue in your department?

spittin’ about being abroad

in my passport, yes my passport Martin Luther King Jr. has a quote on page 13, but we are saturated with thoughts, polemics, and speeches from this great black man, i am more interested in the roots of another black radical. by the name anna julia cooper, page 27.

yep that’s the page that is stamped in my passport that says “the cause of freedom is not the cause of a race or a sect, a party or a class…. it is the cause of humankind, the very birthright of humanity. there is a sensation i get when i feel her strong and weak works rock the pages of my passport.

on Korea, On Brazil, On the Philippines, On England, On France, On the Netherlands, on other European places from her and my ancestry were enslaved by them. I take with my Martin and Anna Julia when i venture abroad and bring back with me notions of Fannie Lou and Malcolm.

my sweet body all chalked with tattoos symbolizing and eulogizing the death of my la familia is a spectacle to white american surveyors when i talk about being a black american abroad. eyes envelope me in the presence of mine own fellow american loves, and for this i stand firm in thinking about what it means to be a border crosser. 

know my name


Statue of Frederick Douglas in New York City

my heart broke so suddenly when the professor called my name with the wrong letters, wrong pronunciation, and wrong notion. i soaked in the the very lard my grandmother once cooked with. that happened minute 45 i believe. maybe it was my fault for coming late to class, for i had to finish a quite polemic letter protesting more faculty members of color. 

my name is all that i have in the world. when people misspell it, call me the wrong name, call me john, call me anything i have not asked them to call me i get furious inside. the fire rose in me yesterday only to send me into a rage of reading last night on Art Theory. i wonder why names are so important to me. i wonder why i have been so infatuated with my name being spelled right. most likely it is because my mom told me “don’t no one call you something you ain’t.” 

in knowing my mom protested to my dad that the “e” on my name would stand for her name, i can only become inflamed when my name is not spelled or called correctly. one luv!



Endarkening Study Abroad

Endarkening Study Abroad

The dynamic Black women in this picture with moi is Professor Cynthia Dillard, the Mary Frances Early Professor of Teacher Education at The University of Georgia. Small world, Dr. Lisa Weems, Associate Professor at Miami University set me up to talk to Professor Dillard.

Dr. Dillard and I chatted about topics that ranged from the construction of black identity abroad, the construction of white identity abroad, and transformative/critical study abroad. Furthering the concept that African American students need more access to graduate school, study abroad, and other spaces within academe, Professor Dillard helped me get into her time capsule to further think about how we really produce African American students who can reach for the stars.

Professor Dillard is a Black woman who uses her grace and power to shape the pipeline of new faculty members who can think long about how education needs alternative epistemologies. Her research focuses on Africana feminisms, spirituality in education, and critical teacher education pedagogies and contexts. The latter is where we situated study abroad as the next field that is prepped and ready for more critical work to emerge.

Our “chop it up” session ended by coining and crowning Dr. Cynthia Dillard hip hop because of and due to her belief in African centered approaches to education. She truly embodies the cipha method of education by thinking intellectually while doing the Bboy Stance. Big ups to Professor Dillard for a brilliant informational chop session or some call it an informational mentor session.