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Goree Island, Senegal: The former slave outpost of Goree Island is a troubling place. From here, over one million slaves were shipped to the Americas over a period of nearly 200 years.

The slave trade itself lasted longer, nearly 350 years, during which time it’s estimated that nearly 25 million slaves were shipped from Africa. A shocking 6 million of them died on the journey. Scholars of the African slave trade estimate that roughly 6.3 million slaves were shipped from West Africa. The rest came mostly from Central and Southern Africa.

When Daily Nation (Kenya) journalist Joy Wanja visited Goree in 2009, Mr Eloi Coly, a curator at the museum, told that her that if were not for the slave trade, Africa’s population today would be equal to China’s!

For me it was mostly what I heard, rather than what I saw, that messed with my head. The famous “Door…

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Goree Slave Trade Island: A Tragic History, Beggars In The Water, And The Shame Of Africa | naked chiefs

Goree Slave Trade Island: A Tragic History, Beggars In The Water, And The Shame Of Africa

Goree Slave Trade Island: A Tragic History, Beggars In The Water, And The Shame Of Africa

The “Door of No Return” on Goree Island.

Goree Island, Senegal: The former slave outpost of Goree Island is a troubling place. From here, over one million slaves were shipped to the Americas over a period of nearly 200 years.

The slave trade itself lasted longer, nearly 350 years, during which time it’s estimated that nearly 25 million slaves were shipped from Africa. A shocking 6 million of them died on the journey. Scholars of the African slave trade estimate that roughly 6.3 million slaves were shipped from West Africa. The rest came mostly from Central and Southern Afric

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When the Scholar Becomes the Jezebel

When the Scholar Becomes the Jezebel

Some scholars feel that in academia on a college campus, the problems of the outside, “real” world don’t exist, but that’s not always the case. For Tamura A. Lomax, a post-graduate student who wrote a gutsy critique of a senior male colleague’s work, she learned this the hard way. Instead of praise, she writes on the Feminist Wire, she was shunned and demeaned.

I was punished. I wrote a critical book review essay that spoke my truth as I saw it, regardless. I knew it would cause tension. However, I never imagined fire. To my mind, I was jumping into a game of intellectual hopscotch, just as I’d seen my male colleagues do many times before. Naively, I thought it was my turn. However, I learned quickly that the game of intellectual criticism is not only gendered, but also has psychological, emotional and reputational (and thus, representational) risks—if you are a black woman.

I was a newly minted black feminist scholar of religion … who critiqued the work of a tenured black male scholar.  Among all other sorts of criticisms re: staying in my lane, people asked, “Are they f—ing?”  Really?!??  I pledged Delta Sigma Theta Sorority, Inc. at Sigma Chapter at Clark Atlanta University in 1995.  I know full well how to let things that people say about or to me, “roll off my back,” and have been known to withstand the harshest of criticisms without even flinching.  However, the idea that my work as a black feminist scholar of religion and black cultural critic was somehow underpinned by some sort of fantastic and unscrupulous sexual liaison between the author and I sent me into a year long, deep depression and almost two years of silence.

I had spent years researching linguistic and representational deployments of the Jezebel trope in scholarship, religion, and popular culture.  I never imagined that I too would be reconfigured and cast with the veil of Jezebel.  How the hell did that happen?!?  I’m a scholar—an academic M.C. (so I thought).

via When the Scholar Becomes the Jezebel.

Lawrence Guyot, Civil Rights Activist Who Bore the Fight’s Scars, Dies at 73

Mr. Guyot was repeatedly jailed and beaten for helping blacks in Mississippi register to vote.

Lawrence Guyot, who in the early 1960s endured savage beatings as a young civil rights worker in Mississippi fighting laws and practices that kept blacks from registering to vote, died Thursday at his home in Mount Rainier, Md. He was 73.

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Mr. Guyot served as chairman of the integrated Mississippi Freedom Democratic Party, formed to supplant the all-white state Democratic Party.

His daughter, Julie Guyot-Diangone, confirmed his death, which she said came after Mr. Guyot had suffered several heart attacks, lost a kidney and became diabetic.

Mr. Guyot (GHEE-ott) was repeatedly challenged, jailed and beaten as he helped lead fellow members of the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee and student volunteers from around the nation in organizing Mississippi blacks to vote. In many of the state’s counties, no blacks were registered.

He further pressed the campaign for greater black participation in politics by serving as chairman of the integrated Mississippi Freedom Democratic Party, formed to supplant the all-white state Democratic Party. It lost its challenge to the established Mississippi party at the Democratic National Convention in 1964, but its efforts are seen as paving the way for the passage of the Voting Rights Act of 1965.

A famous moment in the civil rights movement occurred after Fannie Lou Hamer and two other civil rights workers were arrested for entering an area of a bus station reserved for whites in Winona, Miss., in June 1963. Mr. Guyot went to Winona to bail them out of jail. When he asked questions about their rough treatment, nine police officers beat him with the butts of guns, made him strip naked and threatened to burn his genitals. The abuse went on for four hours until a doctor advised the officers to stop.

Mr. Guyot was taken to a cell and beaten some more. The cell door was left open to the outside, with a knife lying just beyond. The guards’ apparent idea was to entice him to try to escape, but he saw two men lurking outside and stayed in his cell. “I didn’t fall for that one,” he is quoted as saying in “My Soul Is Rested: The Story of the Civil Rights Movement in the Deep South” (1977), by Howell Raines.

Mr. Guyot was released after Medgar Evers, another civil rights activist, was assassinated in Jackson, Miss., on June 12. Mr. Guyot thought that the authorities feared the effects of another assassination of a civil rights worker when national attention was focused on Mississippi.

Later in 1963, Mr. Guyot was imprisoned at the infamous Mississippi penitentiary Parchman Farm. He was beaten, and went on a 17-day hunger strike. He lost 100 pounds. “It was a question of defiance,” he said in an interview with NPR in 2011. “We were not going to let them have complete control over us.”

In a recent interview with The Afro-American Newspapers, Timothy Jenkins, an educator who worked with Mr. Guyot in the 1960s said: “He is significant because he knew there is a price more ultimate than death. It is disgrace.”

Lawrence Thomas Guyot Jr. was born in Pass Christian, Miss., on July 17, 1939. His father was a contractor. Mr. Guyot attended Tougaloo College in Tougaloo, Miss., a historically black college that had some white faculty members and welcomed white students. He graduated with a degree in chemistry and biology in 1963.

While in college, he became involved with the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee and traveled around the state conducting civil rights workshops and doing other organizing. He and his colleagues concentrated on voter registration, not desegregation. When he took someone to the courthouse to register, he was often followed by two cars of whites.

Mr. Guyot was haunted by a 1964 conversation he had with Michael Schwerner, the civil rights worker who would be murdered that year along with his fellow workers Andrew Goodman and James Chaney. As Mr. Schwerner was preparing to drive to Mississippi from a training session in Ohio, he asked Mr. Guyot if it was safe to go. Mr. Guyot said yes, and always felt responsible for what happened later.

“I told him to go because I thought there was so much publicity that nothing could happen,” Mr. Guyot said in an interview with The Sun Herald of Biloxi, Miss. “I was absolutely wrong.”

In 1968, while in Chicago as a delegate to the Democratic convention, Mr. Guyot went to a doctor after falling ill. The doctor told him that he had heart trouble and was overweight, and that if he went back to the civil rights struggle in Mississippi he had perhaps two months to live. Instead he went to Rutgers School of Law and, after graduating in 1971, moved to Washington, where he did legal work for city agencies and was an informal adviser to Mayor Marion Barry, a fellow native Mississippian.

In addition to his daughter, Mr. Guyot is survived by his wife of 47 years, the former Monica Klein; his son, Lawrence III; and four grandchildren.

Mr. Guyot favored same-sex marriage when it was illegal everywhere in the United States, noting that he had married a white woman when that was illegal in some states. He often gave inspirational speeches on the meaning of the civil rights movement.

“There is nothing like having risked your life with people over something immensely important to you,” he said in 2004. “As Churchill said, there’s nothing more exhilarating than to have been shot at — and missed.”

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A version of this article appeared in print on November 27, 2012, on page A29 of the New York edition with the headline: Lawrence Guyot, Civil Rights Activist Who Bore the Fight’s Scars, Dies at 73.

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Civil rights leader Lawrence Guyot dies at 73 | theGrio

Civil rights leader Lawrence Guyot dies at 73

WASHINGTON (AP) — Lawrence Guyot, a civil rights leader who survived jailhouse beatings in the Deep South in the 1960s and went on to encourage generations to get involved, has died. He was 73.

Guyot had a history of heart problems and suffered from diabetes, and died at home in Mount Rainier, Md., his daughter Julie Guyot-Diangone said late Saturday. She said he died sometime Thursday night; other media reported he passed away Friday.

A Mississippi native, Guyot (pronounced GHEE-ott) worked for the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee and served as director of the 1964 Freedom Summer Project, which brought thousands of young people to t

he state to register blacks to vote despite a history of violence and intimidation by authorities. He also chaired the Mississippi Freedom Democratic Party, which sought to have blacks included among the state’s delegates to the 1964 Democratic National Convention. The bid was rejected, but another civil rights activist, Fannie Lou Hamer, addressed the convention during a nationally televised appearance.

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The White Crisis of Faith in Black Studies | MPG

The White Crisis of Faith in Black Studies

The issue isn’t merely one of micromanagement, though.  Often, the problems of Black Studies flow from the opposite direction.  Universities, accustomed to the strategic deployment of black faces from African American Studies on committees, sometimes (if not almost always) value racial representation more than good governance or attention to the curriculum. With an ethical call to serve outside of the department (and even outside the university) faculty of color (in all departments, and not just African American Studies) are more greatly burdened with obligations beyond the usual “teaching, research, and service” triptych, but they also get less mentoring and, perhaps as a consequence, are more likely to be denied tenure or find their path to promotion cluttered.  Deans, unwilling to appear “racist,” refuse to ask African American Studies departments to adhere to best practices, let a few small things slide, and then a few big things, until everything falls apart.  Micromanagement is a problem, but, as victims of “the soft bigotry of low expectations,” Black Studies departments are just as likely to have less oversight, less guidance, and less support, even as demands for their faculty to appear in public, and to represent “the race” within and without the university grow. 

In a strong, healthy department – and there are many such strong, healthy Black Studies departments – this not-quite-benign neglect doesn’t inevitably produce crisis.

The White Crisis of Faith in Black Studies | MPG.

Rhetoric Race and Religion

Rhetoric Race and Religion
This blog explores and examines the intersections of rhetoric, race, and religion.

MONDAY, NOVEMBER 26, 2012

The Grace and the Mess: Religion, Feminism, and Reproductive Justice
This interview is part of a series profiling leaders of the Faith and Reproductive Justice Leadership Institute, a project of CAP’s Faith and Progressive Policy Initiative. The Institute provides faith-based leaders working on reproductive justice with training and resources in order to strengthen and raise the visibility of their work. You can learn more about this project here.

Caryn D. Riswold is a feminist theologian in the Lutheran tradition. She is associate professor of religion and chair of gender and women’s studies at Illinois College in Jacksonville, where she has worked for over a decade teaching undergraduates to think critically and creatively about religion. She’s a blogger at Patheos where she looks at religion, politics, social justice, and pop culture. Caryn earned her doctorate degree from the Lutheran School of Theology at Chicago, holds a master’s from the Claremont School of Theology, and received her B.A. from Augustana College in her childhood hometown of Sioux Falls, South Dakota.

http://rhetoricraceandreligion.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-grace-and-mess-religion-feminism.html

Living Apart – ProPublica

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In the four decades since the Fair Housing Act, U.S. officials have failed to enforce the law and integrate housing.

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Words Are Weapons: Hip Hop’s Self-Depreciating Lexicon

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HOMEBOY SANDMAN

Around the neck of rap artist Saigon, you will find a bullet casing with a peace symbol on it.

I had the opportunity to do two shows in Europe with Saigon over the summer and found him to be a very talented and compelling individual. On his latest release “The Greatest Story Never Told Chapter 2: Bread And Circuses” he is open about being in a transition between a life asleep and a life awake. I took advantage of the opportunity to ask him how this transition began when we were in Copenhagen. His answer remains with me to this day

via Homeboy Sandman: Words Are Weapons: Hip Hop’s Self-Depreciating Lexicon.