Wednesday, September 21, 2011

A Few Words On Gun Violence


A few weeks ago I asked an old friend of mine what I could do to improve my blog. He suggested that I post regularly and produce researched articles every now and again. Bloggers block kept me from doing this. However, yesterday I had a great conversation with a very enthusiastic foster parent about gun violence and I found myself depressed and inspired.

She told me a story about a shooting death that occurred in her neighborhood about 2 weeks ago. She said that a young man from around the way was in the process of robbing a convenience store when a police officer arrived. The perpetrator turned his gun on the officer, shooting him in the face from about 10 inches away. The reports following the incident were politically correct. They stated that the officer experienced serious trauma to the head.  The foster parent I was working with chose to scream the truth, “that asshole blew his face clean off.”

As a case manager I often find myself in forgotten neighborhoods where violence runs rampant. Every parent or guardian I speak to has a story about gun violence; a story about a family member or friend they recently lost to the “block.”

In 2005 there were 305 homicides in Philadelphia as a result of gun violence. This figure does not include the number of people injured.

According to the Brady Campaign to Prevent Gun Violence “Sixty-six percent of all murders are committed with guns.” Further more, campaign representatives suggest, “Relationship problems, interpersonal conflicts, mental-health problems, and recent crises are among the primary precipitating factors of violent deaths. Access to firearms increases the lethality of these interactions making it more likely that someone will die.”

A few months ago I may have been apt to believe that the facts justify the interpretation: guns should be outlawed, or made inaccessible in order to reduce the number of violent crimes. But, as I learned in the very backdoor documentary “Guns and Weed: the Road to Freedom,” guns play an important role in keeping our civil liberties in tact. And, in the heat of the moment, at the height of rage a person will use whatever he or she can as a means to their wrath.

Maybe the solution is to address the issues behind violent crimes. Maybe it is time that we address domestic violence, gang violence, violet cultural icons, and where our mental health and judicial systems are failing.  Our systems are in need of serious restructuring. It is time that we address the problems with the intention of rendering solutions. Now I guess we just have to figure out what that looks like.

GUNS AND WEED: THE ROAD TO FREEDOM, part 1 of 16

Wednesday, September 7, 2011



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Talib Kweli - Def Poetry Jam



Monday, August 29, 2011

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Still Peeling Carpet Tape Off My Nipple

I have been feeling a little stagnant lately. Though I just moved to this city a year ago, and started this job only 6 months ago, I am itching for change. I have always been hypnotized by the bawdy acts of low brow vaudeville so this past weekend I took a BURLESQUE workshop to mix things up.

The workshop coordinator, a Philadelphia burlesque veteran, asked us to bring high heels and to wear skirts. I don't even own a pair of high heels!! My confidence began to wane. Could I really go strut my stuff in front of women I don't know? I ignored the doubt and headed to my old building for the workshop sans heels.

The workshop was comprised of me and one other woman. We giggled, oohhed, and awwed over home made costumes, wardrobe illusions, and some standard burlesque tricks. At the end of the workshop we made our own pasties. I can honestly say that I have never had so much fun with arts and crafts. My pasties had a bedazzled, floral theme of course.

Once I'd finished attaching my tassels I assumed that the workshop was over. I was wrong. The workshop ended with tassel twirling practice. This would have required me to strip down to my pasties. I thought it over for a few minutes. If I can not twirl my tassels in front of these ladies who can I twirl them in front of? I ignored my spontaneous self as usual and praised the others for their grasps of tassel tricks.

When I left the workshop I was excited to have some moves under my belt and a brand new pair of pasties, I was also extremely disappointed. Yet another lost opportunity. Another moment to live behind me. Isn't it a shame that we forget that every moment is a gift until the moment is gone?






Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Untitled

They say people in your life are seasons
And yeah I started this poem out stealing from yeezy
I'm young, star struck, and trying to be easy
But these days it's hard to be original
My mama tells me it's all about dedication
All I can hear is wayne and kelly singing motivation
Mainstream is taking over my mind
Why doesn't the radio play anything of mine?
OH that's right
Because I don't make music
I'm just another punk punk
listening to you abuse it
The mainstream is trying to steal my mind
But I'm fighting back with some of mine
Art is for the people
Free creativity is the ammo and the answer
So, fall back and free your mind