02 October 2009

2016 Olympics...What Happens to a Dream Deferred

So I wanted to do a post on the US's bid for the 2016 Olympics in Chicago. WHAT!? Chicago? isnt that where the young boy was just senselessly murdered in plain sight due to gang wars? America all around isnt at a place where anything but rebuilding American communities and households should be our focus. I found a great post (by Kevin Powell) that captured everything I feel on the issue; it is copied below...

Chicago does not deserve the 2016 Summer Olympic Games. What the people of Chicago (and other urban American cities) deserve is a domestic Marshall Plan -- an action agenda that will, once and for all, deal with failing schools, terrible housing conditions, limited job, career, and business opportunities, and a culture of violence, mayhem, and hopelessness that led to the very recent beating death of a teen named Derrion Albert, at the hands of other teenagers, no less.

Cellphone footage showing a group of teens viciously kicking and striking Albert with splintered railroad ties has ramped up pressure on Chicago officials to address the violence epidemic that has led to dozens of deaths of city teens each year. The graphic video of the afternoon melee emerged on local news stations and YouTube (before it was summarily removed by the social networking site), showing the fatal beating of Derrion Albert, a sophomore honor roll student at Christian Fenger Academy High School. His death was the latest addition to a rising toll: More than 30 students were killed last school year, and the city could exceed that number this year.

Prosecutors charged four teenagers with fatally beating Albert, who was walking to a bus stop when he got caught up in the mob street fighting, authorities said. The violence stemmed from a shooting earlier that morning involving two groups of students from different neighborhoods, said a spokesperson for the Cook County prosecutor's office. When school ended, members of the groups began fighting near the Agape Community Center.


During the attack, captured in part on a bystander's cellphone video, Albert is struck on the head by one of several young men wielding wooden planks. After he falls to the ground and appears to try to get up, he is struck again and then kicked. Authorities said Albert was a bystander and not part of either group. Prosecutors have charged Silvonus Shannon, 19, Eugene Riley, 18, Eric Carson, 16, and Eugene Bailey, 18, with first-degree murder.

In a terrible case of bad timing, President Barack Obama and First Lady Michelle Obama are in Copenhagen, Denmark right this very moment lobbying, hard, for the 2016 Olympics to come to the Windy City. Here is part of Mr. Obama's pitch: "One of the legacies I want to see coming out of the Chicago 2016 hosting of the Games is a reminder that America at its best is open to the world," he said. "We are putting the full force of the White House and the State Department to make sure that not only is this a successful Games, but that visitors from around the world feel welcome and will come away with a sense of the incredible diversity of the American people."

But, to date, the only thing President Obama, who made Chicago his adopted hometown thanks in part to his wife and Chitown native daughter Michelle, has said, has come through White House press secretary Robert Gibbs: "Chilling."

Yes, just one word. Chilling. And that response was only after a reporter asked about the murder of Derrion Albert. So the questions beg to be asked: Why is a sporting event more important than the human lives that are being routinely taken on the streets of Chicago? How could the president, on the one hand, chide fathers over a year ago for not taking more responsibility in the lives of their children and their communities, yet he remains virtually silent on this tragic killing of Derrion Albert? Is Mr. Obama going to make a trip to Chicago to talk about the issue of youth violence, or, at the very least, give a speech on it and lay out an agenda to address this social ill plaguing our nation? Will Mr. Obama invite Derrion's mother to the White House, as he did Professor Henry Louis Gates and Sgt. James Crowley? And who, praytell, is going to make the people of Chicago feel welcome in their own neighborhoods, Olympic Games or not?

I am from inner city America. I was born and raised there, and but for the grace of God, my mother's uncanny knack for survival and, yes, one incredible educational opportunity after another, I would not be writing this essay this very moment. And I am very clear that it was because of a combination of a movement by the people (the Civil Rights Movement) and the government response to that mass energy in the form of a sweeping legislative agenda, that ghetto children like me were able to attend quality schools, participate in meaningful afterschool programs, and have access to free breakfast and lunch programs that kept our eyes open and firmly on the prize.

But the 1980s crack era and Reagan administration reversals of many of those very minimal gains destroyed the fabric of our communities, ripped apart families, and, all these years later, has left a generation of Black and Latino young people, male and female alike, living their own versions of William Golding's Lord of The Flies. If you think I am exaggerating, then simply Google the video of the Derrion Albert beatdown. Only a people who have lost all hope, who have no sense of spirituality and the preciousness of human life, would resort to this kind of savagery, the pummeling or shooting of each other until death is there, sprawled on the ground, blood gushing from the head, as was the case with young Derrion.

Yes, the protests will come, the candles will be lit, and the eulogies will be sung. But the violence in Chicago, New York City, Oakland, New Orleans, and every other large American city will not end until we decide, individually and collectively, to make it end. And as President Obama pushes for the Olympics to come to Chicago, let us not forget that Los Angeles, after hosting the Games in 1984, saw an explosion of gang violence, and one of the worst riots in American history in 1992 on the heels of the infamous Rodney King verdict. No amount of gloss and fanfare can ever cover up the real work that needs to be done to give every single American, especially younger people, a sense of life, a sense of possibilities, a sense of real hope.

Kevin Powell is an activist, and the author or editor of 10 books, including his newest essay collection, Open Letters to America. He can be reached at www.kevinpowell.net

01 October 2009

Jigga What? Jigga Who?

L.L. Cool J. took the term G.O.A.T from sports and became the self proclaimed Greatest of All Time in the hip hop game. Well James its a new day...{enter Sean Carter} Most people that know me (the uppity negro) know that Im not a huge fan of today's rap music (Death of Hip Hop) but I am definitely a ride or die Jay-Z fan.

In the movie Brown Sugar the voice over asks “When did you first fall in love with hip-hop?” When I first heard this line, I was quickly reminded of many of my favorite hip hop joints and the nostalgia that came with them, but I couldn't remember that exact moment when I became a true hip hop fan. I can however remember the exact moment I became a fan of Jay....1998 Young Hall Rm 212 getting ready for a house party and Hard Knock Life came on via a mix CD. Ever since then its been nonstop classics.

“I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell I am a hustler baby, I'll sell water to a well I was born to get cake, move on and switch states Cop the Coupe with the roof gone and switch plates Was born to dictate, never follow orders Dickface, get your shit straight, fucka this is Big Jay I..”


Dude is FUNKY! You cant hate… Not only does he have “the baddest chick in the game wearin his chain,” he is a hip hop icon and business mogul bringing only the funky fresh to hip hop taking it from Shawty wannabe a thug to “ y'all niggas actin way to tough, throw on a suit get it tapered up..Who you know fresher than HOV?”


The richest woman in the world, Ms. Anti-rap herself (next to C. Delores Tucker) brought Jay on her show. Oprah talked to Jay about some things that regular Hip-Hop fans might not know about him. Oprah talks about his upbringing, also the use of the word “nigga” and how they don’t see eye to eye on its verbiage. And in the end The GOAT had Ms. Sophia spitting rhymes of her own.


Jay-Z on Oprah Pt.4 from LowKey on Vimeo.

22 August 2009

I'm an ARCHITECT damnit!!


The richness of life invents and reinvents our perceptions of the built environment around us. How we view people, spaces, experiences, nature, emotions, nuances, subtleties and intricacies help to enrich our senses to feel and create a sense of place in every space. Each moment, we record in our memories, memos, diaries, sketch books, napkins....all vivid and collectively expressing time passing by, expressing one's maturity in thought and approach not just to architecture, but people and life. We observe people, we learn from people, we see and we feel people's lives being intertwined with ours. Such a astounding relationship is something that NOT many professions can offer...we practice an art- a sacred trust.

Architects create the buildings and cities where we live our lives. They design the places where we dwell, raise families, play, work, dream, and relate to one another. These environments are the settings, the containers for the transactions, rituals, events, and celebrations of individuals, families, groups, societies. The built environment affects our health, safety, mood, productivity, our sense of belonging, well-being, and personal value. Architecture keeps it FUNKY! A resounding funk that shapes the way in which we live out each occasion, sing each note each moment of our life.

All this is about designing and building environments for life and love. We are privileged to work at that magic point where human dreams and needs are transformed into concrete designs and ideas, visions of built shapes in real materials. Well-planned environments enhance our quality of life, facilitate communication, promote convenience and productivity, nurture our spirit, and delight our senses. They enable, empower us to live well and do our best work.

Good architects are not just good designers. We are good listeners, articulate speakers and writers, incisive thinkers, and excellent organizers. We are good with people, able to lead project teams, and help diverse client groups reach consensus and envision exciting project possibilities. Good architects continually seek to expand their vocabulary of project analysis tools and their reservoir of design answers to project requirements and challenges. We ask penetrating questions, see the larger picture, and guide projects through complex situations (the nuances of now) to the desired results.



12 August 2009

Indeed

Many of us are quick to proclaim that the only true constant in life is change. Well, Let me be amongst the 1st to disagree with that notion. In my life, the only true constant is God even when change was hoped for and nowhere to be found; God is there. Wow, what a thought! As I come to a pivotal point in my earthly existence, and look back at all that I am, and all that I have been through and the common denominator has and continues to be God. Even at times when I didn't deserve it or fell short, God has continuously blessed me and showered me with His grace, mercy, and forgiveness. God is GREAT! It is now my sincere prayer that He continues to purify my heart, increase my faith, and strengthen my soul so that I can fulfill my "soul" purpose of serving him! God is so REAL...


10 August 2009

In the beginning

By no means am I a poet, writer, philosopher, or the like. What I am is a self proclaimed urban sophisticate on a highly customized journey (some people name the journey life). As I continue on this journey I have found it easier and oft times even therapeutic to vent, talk, and discuss the lessons and experiences learned along the way. That is the point of this medium. It is my thing....full of incorrectness, typos, mispelled words, profanity, run on sentences and any other thing that I feel adequately gets my point across to not you but me. I'm the pilot and you are merely a passenger for a short ride. Buckle up, its gonna be a bumpy ride!