Black Folks and Twitter…we are everywhere.

It’s a warm and sunny day up in my corner of the world and while I have many things I would love to say, I would rather soak up some of Mother Nature’s blessings. So I am re posting this post from 2009, in light of a recent piece about Black Folks and Twitter, it seems timely. Catch ya later.

Excuse me for being a tad late on this but with all that’s happening locally, its taking me a while to catch up on world happenings. Anyway Sunday night the BET awards were on, I won’t even go into what a mess they were other than to say, I don’t care what they say they have planned, I will pass the next time. However something interesting emerged, seemed a lot of Black folks were tweeting about the festivities at BET and some folks got mad about it…check this out, you can also feel free to do a Google search on the matter.

Seems a few folks were bothered by the fact that the trending topics the other night were the BET awards and were a tad pissed that all things Black seemed to be taking over…seems that social media like so many other things are no longer the sole domain of white people. Shit, even the White House is no longer inhabited by white folks!

Seriously, all jokes aside I think this is great, for years folks have been quick to point out there is a digital divide that is leaving poor folks and people of color out in the cold. Yet with the price of technology steadily dropping, it seems access to the information highway is now being made available to everyone and while I am irritated to hear folks bitching about so called Black topics, its nothing in comparison to the fact that more folks have access to information.

I must say when I first heard this story, I did get a tad pissed…no offense to my white readers and friends but as a Black woman who spends a lot of time around white folks, you have no idea how often I have been on the listening or reading end of subject matter that frankly bored me to tears. Yet I sucked it up, its part of living in a diverse and increasingly more inclusive society….we get exposure to all sorts of things.

In hearing about this story, I was reminded of a quote by Audre Lord “The master’s tools will never dismantle the master’s house”….while the masters tools may not dismantle the masters house, we most certainly can say that using the masters tools will create change. Change that will make us all reexamine how we look at the world. As for the few idiots who tweeted their irritation about the trending topics perhaps next time they would feel more comfortable on a discussion board for Stormfront or some other racist organization…after all in cyber space you have no idea who you are engaging with and now the world knows you are a bunch of idiots but you will hardly deter folks like me from venturing into this brave new world of social media.

Working Mama Blues or maybe it’s me

I am not trying to start a Mommy War here, let me say right now. If we are women responsible for the care of others, chances are good that we are master ball jugglers. That said I am a woman, a mother and I work for money outside of the home, at times those competing roles threaten to drown me especially when we add in the other roles I play, wife, daughter, sister, etc.

Lately I have been drowning in a season of emotion as I struggle to deal with my desire for change yet that change is not coming fast enough for me. I come up with ideas and they don’t quite gel and it’s hard I must say to not get discouraged so instead I have a day or two where I turn this bad shit inward and then explode. Totally not healthy but at least I know what I am doing.

Yesterday as a nation we watched as the sitting president had to defend himself against the “isms” that threaten all of us who are not generally white, male or privileged. (Yes, I know there are always exceptions) The very act of having to show proof of his birth, to legitimize his place in the White House in many ways was triggering for me and if you are a regular reader here at Black Girl in Maine, you know I am not a fan of the word trigger. But trigger is the only way to describe how I am feeling.

In my professional life, I have been battling those who would have me believe I am not knowledgeable, oh they will pat me on my head and issue atta girls on certain issues but on meatier and weightier issues I am often told I don’t know. Never mind, that I have been in my career now going on 16 years, or that I have a proven track record at what I do that now spans several states. I won’t even talk about my academic credentials that back up the fact that yes, I know what I am talking about. Instead I am a woman, playing at a table with old white men and that is a struggle, not only am I a woman, I am a woman of color. Change is hard.

I am tired of that struggle yet even in the process of trying to make change happen, I still run up against obstacles. Just last week, I had to make a decision and followed my Mommy heart and lost out on a professional opportunity because the world isn’t all that accommodating to working Mamas. As a friend emailed me last night about the situation, she put it so eloquently “it’s why women can’t get ahead without massive support” yep, indeed. My support system is small and not always able to accommodate me; I thought like a Momma and missed out…sigh.

In the movie Hustle and Flow, I loved the song “It’s Hard out here for a Pimp” Well let me just steal that line and personalize it, “Damn it, its hard out here for a working Mama and it gets even harder when you add race, socio-economics, etc”.

Don’t shoot the messenger…food for thought for all of us!

Sometimes the messenger gets shot before we actually stop and think about the words the messenger shared with us, we hear a word that sets us off and sorry but the messenger has got to go. Or in our rush to be inclusive and accepting of all we don’t stop to realize that true inclusion means being mature enough to realize that we bring our own perspective to the table and maybe in sharing table space with someone who is not like us and rather than trying to make that person be more like us, we need to be open to hearing the truth of others. Black, White, Latino, Blue-Collar, Working Class, Middle Class, etc…these things all help to form the lens through which we view the world.

I think this was the case for some folks yesterday and today, when this piece by LZ Granderson made the circuit online. Granderson, a columnist and sports writer yesterday gave some feed back as a parent on what I personally feel not only as a parent but as someone who works with kids is a growing problem….young girls dressed inappropriately. If you haven’t read the piece, read it now!

The older my own girl gets I have noticed that little girls clothes look a lot like miniature adult clothes and at least once a week I see young girls coming into my community center looking like miniature grown ups even down to the high heels. High heels in an after school program? Yep, my eye brows stay raised on a regular basis and this says nothing about a few of my teens who sometimes have tops on so low cut that despite my desire to never make a child feel uncomfortable I have to say something…hell we have had a few instances where other kids will tell the low cut kids to put on a sweater. In my world, sexy clothing is an issue. I am also going to share my unscientific view, just based off my own observations but it’s my sexy clothes girls who I worry the most about. They are the ones I see struggling to find their place, one moment being childlike and the next they are 15 going on 27! Its not pretty, admittedly my center sees kids who due to many factors are at risk and our center serves as a safe place but I can honestly say I have a few kids that if we can get them out of high school without a baby, I will feel good. (Sadly we have had this issue as well)

Yet I have had talks with parents who will talk about how they are doing all they can to keep their girls away from boys, lest the girls become boy crazy yet see no issue with letting the same girl go out in a low cut top that frankly is not appropriate. Talk about conflicting messages! Conflicting because the reality is we live in a world where a teenage girl who chooses to wear clothing that is provocative while it’s her choice in most cases will have to deal with potential fallout. I am not saying its right, but I am saying it’s the world we live in. At this stage in my life I am a realist, plain and simple, how the world ought to be and how the world currently is are two different things.

We as parents at least in the circles I work and even at times within my personal circles are often tentative about our role, are we friends? Gate keepers? Rule setters? Do we even know? I am starting to think no one knows….I know growing up my folks weren’t really my friends but by adulthood we (at least my Mom) were truly friends. But I can assure you growing up; my folks laid down the law and used language that would make a lot of folks cringe. Looking back with one kid who has made it to legal adulthood and raising another one, I understand now the choices they made in raising me. In some ways despite the heavy hand they had at times with physical punishment, I think they still gave me a fair amount of leeway to make my own choice once I was a teenager…hell I dropped out of high school and for the most part they didn’t give me grief which looking back I think what the fuck were they thinking? Interestingly enough though as a Black woman I find that as an adult my family of origin is still rather important to me and that is a perspective shared by many of my fellow Black and Brown friends and associates. Despite growing up with parents/guardians that didn’t try to be our friends in many cases they became our friends only when we hit adulthood. Yet with my white friends and even at times I see it with my husband, family of origin at times is less important…I am not placing a value judgment on this, just one of those things I have observed.

Now I am sharing a little bit of my outlook through my lens as a Black working class woman, well yesterday Granderson shared his views as a Black man who happens to be openly gay and is raising a son and while many openly applauded his views, some took him to task. Instead hanging onto his choice of words and in one case I saw a blogger refer to his piece as classical slut shaming.

Funny thing is at least in some of my online circles how the piece was received had a great deal to do with class and race. My fellow people of color or working class folks, knew exactly what he was saying…at the end of the day we complain about the sexualization of little girls yet if we choose to buy a child pants with the words Juicy written across the rump, perhaps we are the ones speaking with forked tongue. Is it really fair to say that the XYZ Corporation is sexualizing our girls when we buy the shit? Nope.

By the same token I noticed more solidly middle class folks or liberal minded whites were inclined to read more into Granderson’s words, for starters in the opening paragraph why was he noticing an 8 year old at an airport? Probably because he is not visually impaired is my guess and the fact such things are often hard to ignore…hell I noticed recently that one of my teens was looking way older than his chronological age. Hell, ya notice shit. Again many were put off by Granderson’s use of words instead seeing what he said as adding fuel to the fire.

Maybe it’s because of my work which lately colors a lot of things for me but I think that much of the sexualization that we are seeing of our girls would be changed if we had more parents in general especially dads taking a stand and saying enough is enough. We need more than a select group of politically correct parents telling us what the right language is to use but instead we need parents coming together to be a village and saying nope. Again the views expressed here are in large part based off my current work with at risk youth but 15 years ago I worked with sex workers looking to escape that profession and let me tell you a common theme I saw was a lack of active and involved parents. Out of over 100 women I worked with who no longer wanted to be sex workers, at best only 1-2 had what would be described as a strong support system from family, most coming from dysfunctional families.

Granderson’s words may not be as suave as they could have been but ultimately he does make us ask ourselves what is our role when it comes to our kids. More specifically if our kids come to us and want clothes that are questionable what will we do? Personally I find myself explaining why certain choices are appropriate. An acquaintance last night on twitter asked me why I am against a 2 piece bathing suit for my daughter at this age (5), because I don’t feel its appropriate but at 11 or 12 I most certainly am willing to entertain the idea if she gives me a valid reason. But at 5 the only reason she wants one is because Sally has one and that is not good enough. Just like Sally may eat McDonald’s weekly but that is also not a choice we make in our family. We all have choices to make for our families and who we are and where we come from informs the choices that we make.