I'm gonna put my post up again that I made yesterday. I deleted it because I felt wrong about what I wrote... we are often taught that the terrorism and murders that occur in our community are normal and since it's "black on back", it's invalid. It's business as usual. Black folk simply don't care and white media brings up the victim's background and searches high and low for "proof" that we are suffering, even if the event and HISTORY was recorded on paper and camera. "Because we are taught that brown people killing brown people is not senseless; it's expected and it's normal." So many of us have really opened our eyes the past few days and I was relieved to see people across all my networks that have been saying the SAME THING.

I stayed up until about 3 am on November 13, 2015. All I read was panic, heart break, and sorrow across my social networks. But I said nothing. I said nothing because my thoughts immediately raced towards a notion that the public will most likely dismiss or even shun. Then, I started seeing posts made by the people I follow that are outspoken advocates for Black rights and social justice… as well as “regular people”. Throughout the day, I only saw two posts that got to the point without sounding insensitive and harsh, and they captured my very feelings toward the tragedy that occurred in Paris. The first one by my friend “M”:

“When will Facebook allow me to have a temporary profile picture that pays respect to the African Americans we’ve lost? Not knocking Paris and the unfortunate circumstances people are facing there (and I am most definitely praying for them) but there’s a war on African Americans right in front of our eyes and half of you changing your profile pictures didn’t flinch when my brothers and sisters were killed #GoAheadAndUnfriendMeIfThisMakesYouUncomfortable #JustKeepingIt100 “.

And another friend, “K” passionately wrote;

“Changing background pictures in support of Paris, but I NEVER see them post/change anything for any other acts of violence…I am sad that Paris seems to get more support from Americans than people who reside in this country and suffer from the actions of other Americans. #blacklivesmatter”

Yasiin Bey, fka Mos Def spoke to Vibe mag:

"Yasiin Bey also encouraged those who are currently mourning over the Paris attacks to also mourn for the deaths happening stateside, including that of Tamir Rice and other unarmed victims of police brutality.

“The state kills children and say that they’re justified in murdering children. They kill unarmed people and say that they’re justified in doing it. I need everybody who’s sad about Paris to be just as sad and angry about Tamir Rice and all of these young, innocent people dying over nothing.”

I hope those who are reading this understand that these messages from the heart are no way, shape, or form dismissing or downplaying what happened in Paris, Lebanon, Japan, Mexico, Kenya in April, and everywhere else in this world… No one’s saying it’s not important/tragic or not as important/tragic. People were murdered. PEOPLE were EXECUTED. Lives were taken away. What happened was savage and disgusting…

And this is not a criticism towards those who think people can’t focus on one topic at a time. People can suffer and mourn various different tragedies that occur around the world simultaneously, so let’s trash that notion. Yes, there are times where certain events do get more attention than others. But odds are you know about various events but the media tends to push just one or two stories in your face. This is why we urge people to look towards independent media and media created and catered to the people that represent them.

These messages here are talking about how it saddens, no, ANGERS us that lots of (Black) people, online or in person, NEVER or SELDOM mention anything about the terrorism and oppression Black and Brown and Indigenous bodies face here every day, on all fronts whether it’s due to poverty, racism, police misconduct, violence within the community, environmental racism etc… not one word of acknowledgment in solidarity, understanding, or even support towards the issues we face regionally, nationally, and globally.. and then turn around and ONLY “support” others outside of the community. Just sayin…

I'd like to add another comment that a gentleman, "A", wrote on someone else's post, that ties to my last paragraph:

"This was my thought process: I felt the same exact way. Then I thought to myself... I sound like the #Alllivesmatter people. Then I thought again... No, I dont. Because Alllivesmatter people ignore people of color and a legitimate racial bias where as I fully understand and believe that all lives matter but some are treated worse than others. Just as in this case. Larger death tolls and more devastation but ignored because its poor black and brown people."

I'd like to end on this.
Prayer and faith without works is dead. So yes, if you pray, PRAY, but see how you can take action as well. Go harder with your works so you can make a difference in any way you see fit.

End selective grief and outrage.

Anti-Blackness is global. White supremacy is global, and it is the problem.

Heal the world. Peace

It seems as if people still don't fully understand this movement that is going on. Black Lives Matter and other organizations were created in order to combat police brutality and the murders of unarmed blacks that were a result of racism (among other agendas that I don't know).

But people still try to challenge this by saying "what about black on black crime??"
Listen. Like I've said before... Communities that have a general majority of the same ethnic background will have crime. So if you want to argue black on black crime, please do include white on white crime.

And there are hundreds of organizations that are fighting both intraracial violence, as well as police brutality and murders caused by racism.
 
The fight against police brutality exists because we were all taught the police ate here to "protect and serve". But it just seems as if non-PoC are being protected. Were just being targeted and being marked as suspicious, and in lots of cases, it ends badly because God knows what (but we know its due to various BS reasons).

And there is no war on police. There's this rumor going around that were targeting police because they've been so violent to us. Nope. If there was a war, we would see NUMBERS of police being killed on or off duty that would reach or match the number of unarmed black people murdered by police.

And one last time: saying All Lives Matter is disrespectful and it deflects the very painful reality that we are not being protected by the very system we built. Black Lives Matter is here because we are disproportionately targeted and killed by the hands of those who are supposed to protect us and those who enforce the law. There's no question that all lives matter, but if that was so, black lives matter wouldn't have been created. If you think the slogan is ONLY Black Lives Matter, you need to really get it together lol. The media is making it look like that's what it is, but it's not. K?

This is just a personal entry that I needed to get out for my own health.

I know I'm quiet and reserved on most occasions. My energy depletes faster when I'm around people versus when I'm alone. That is how most introverts feel on a day to day basis. I don't say much, or talk much, but on the inside, my thoughts and ideas manifest at a rate to where I cannot focus on one thing at a time. And when it's my time to speak, my anxiety gets the best of me and I have the tendency to shut down and not sound as coherent or direct as I'm supposed to be. This usually makes me feel like I don't know enough to really talk about... anything. But I'm like a sponge; I observe and absorb information 24/7 365 as everyone else does.  I know a lot more than I would have ever imagined at this point of my life, but I feel uncomfortable when people observe that. I'm very timid, and I don't like to show off whatsoever. If attention is focused on me for too long, I get more and more nervous by the minute. I'm a backstage person rather than the center of attention. But I now I'm working on building and focusing on that for the benefit of my spirit and the positivity I manifest when knowledge and wisdom turn into understanding. It's just uncomfortable for me to let people know that I know of and about a tiny bit of the world. One of my default responses to questions I don't feel comfortable addressing is "I don't know". But I do know. I just don't know how to explain it properly without getting nervous and making sure all the pieces of the puzzle are there. I also have to deal with the fact that I usually get cut off or completely ignored since I'm so soft spoken. So this also plays a part in my comfort level when speaking because it's been happening to me with my peers ever since I could remember. I'm always wondering if I'm going to be heard when I actually have something that needs to be said.

The Story of De La Soul's “3 Feet High and Rising”

March 3, 1989 was the day that changed the scope of hip hop music forever. A young hip hop trio from Amityville, Long Island, released their inventive, exciting, and extraordinary debut album 3 Feet High and Rising. De La Soul are comprised of Kelvin Mercer, a.k.a (Posdnuos/ Plug One), David Jude Jolicoeur (Trugoy the Dove/Dave/Plug Two) and Vincent Mason (P.A. Pasemaster Mase/Maseo/Plug Three). An opposition to the gangsta rap that was taking over hip hop culture at the time, 3 Feet High and Rising was a kaleidoscope of sounds that brought hundreds of obscure samples, peaceful “hippie” ideologies, street knowledge, love, and other eclectic, obscure topics all into one album. It was a masterpiece that is regarded as one of the greatest timeless hip hop albums, and music critics and fans alike acknowledge its historical importance and impact for the genre and for popular music; and it also exemplified the creativity that goes into the production and roles of producers of a sample based hip hop album. Although it is inaccessible on digital formats, 3 Feet High and Rising is an album that music lovers strive to collect on all other formats because it reflected a time when hip hop music honestly exposed the desire for artists to connect to their fans on an emotional and spiritual level.

All three of De La Soul’s members grew up in separate boroughs of New York, but all met and attended high school in Amityville, Long Island. Posdnuos and Dave, the two emcees, were originally in a group called Easy Street in 1985. Posdnuos and Dave had different roles; Pos was the DJ (his stage name was his DJ name backwards – DJ Sound Sop) and Dave, who went by his middle name Jude, was a beatboxer. Eventually, Pos and Dave split from the group to form their own group. A friend of theirs introduced them to the future third member of De La Soul – P.A. Pasemaster Mase. DJ Maseo (what he is now referred to as), who was a year younger than the other two members, had earned a reputation of being one of the more popular DJs in town. De La Soul was an official group by 1986. Although the group was formed, they weren’t quite “established”. In comes their savior, DJ Prince Paul, born Paul Huston, a DJ from the live old school hip hop band Stetsasonic. According to the book “Check the Technique: Liner Notes for Hip Hop Junkies” by music journalist Brian Coleman, Prince Paul was given the De La Soul demo tape by Maseo and added more elements to it to make it come alive. Prince Paul tells Coleman in his book about one of the first De La Soul songs: “That demo was a rough sketch of the song ‘Plug Tunin’ and I really liked it. I did a two-tape-decks thing where I overdubbed some beats and added other things to what they had done originally” (Coleman 145). This pivotal moment brings in Prince Paul as the main producer of the album. Coleman adds; “When Paul heard De La’s rough demos, a light bulb flashed. Paul’s budding genius behind the boards was just waiting to be unleashed, and he put it to work in his role as ‘mentor’” (Coleman 148). Paul and De La Soul both worked together on the production of the album, but De La Soul are credited as the co-producers. It was a team effort, but Prince Paul put a magical touch on the music that no other producer could have.

In her book “Rap Music and Street Consciousness”, Cheryl Keyes, an associate professor of ethnomusicology at UCLA, traces, analyzes, and discusses the history of hip hop in various larger contexts. She acknowledges Prince Paul’s golden ears, magical touch, and his musical choices when producing and sampling music for De La Soul:

“Prince Paul’s aptitude for selecting unique breaks for the accompanying soundtracks (e.g. the use of Funkadelic’s funk classic “(Not Just) Knee Deep” for their hit single, “Me, Myself, and I”) enhanced De La Soul’s music. Recognized for his funky beats, Paul credits P-Funk master George Clinton for influencing his vision for De La Soul: “I evolved the whole De La Soul thing around George Clinton at first, the characters, the visuals, the illness’” (Keyes 83). 

De La Soul’s music, like most hip hop music at the time, was strictly sample based. Each song had samples intertwined with more samples, and ultimately became a melting pot of various genres like rock, disco, funk, and obscure pop. An album review by author Bruce Tucker found on jstor.org summarizes their sound perfectly: “De La Soul’s shards and fragments are assembled in collages where the seams and jagged edges are meant to show”. The creativity that went into the production of the album was immense, and the album became heralded as one of the greatest sample based hip hop albums, along with Beastie Boys’ Paul’s Boutique and Public Enemy’s It Takes a Nation of Millions to Hold Us Back. The book “Making Beats: The Art of Sample Based Hip-Hop” by Joe Schloss is focused primarily on the creation and methods used by hip hop producers in order to create, manipulate, or enhance their records. Schloss discusses the importance of sampling to producers: 

“A number of people have written about how hip-hop sampling – because it used old sound recordings – represents and engagement with musical history in various ways (Rose 1994, Gaunt 1995, Potter 1995). It is true that hip-hop producers comment on, play with, flip, remake, and relive history. But it is not so much the history of a community or even of a musical form that producers are interested in, but the history of sound recordings...” (Schloss 157). 

Hip hop producers have a strong connection to the music they grew up with; the music their parents played in their homes. These producers want to share the same feelings of excitement and passion that they grew up hearing in their own records they create. They take the sounds from older records and recreate them for modern times to show off their skills as a talented producer, to allow listeners to become exposed to other genres of music, and to also show their appreciation to the musicians they idolize. This is exactly what Prince Paul and De La Soul accomplished in 3 Feet High and Rising. Sampling Hall & Oates, Johnny Cash, James Brown, among other artists, exemplified the wide eclectic palate of music each grew up admiring and desired to put on their records. The art of sampling brought the role of the hip hop producer to a brand new light. 

In hip hop, the term “producer” is often misunderstood. Hip hop producers are primarily the people who create the beat or the music for the emcee to rap on. They may also oversee the recording and try to help the artist create a sonic landscape for their album; but hip hop and rock producers usually take on two different roles. Hip hop producers could, in a sense, be compared to composers, because they compose and arrange the music by taking samples, using drum machines, or using computer technology. Schloss describes his idea of a hip hop producer: 

“For hip-hop producers the process of creating recorded music has become almost completely estranged from the process of capturing the sound of a live performance… conversely, live performances of hip hop are rarely concerned with reproducing any specific processes from the studio *aside from emceeing); the studio recording is simply played (and sometimes manipulated by a deejay)” (Schloss 41).

Hip hop producers generally have a recognizable “sound” that they perfect when working with different artists. They can work on any artist’s album they want, but fans will know who produced it just by the way the song or album structure is set. De La Soul and Prince Paul share production credits for the album because they all gathered the ideas for the album together. Some members were still unsure of what production actually involved, but it all became clear once each person actually worked hand in hand; Dave says:

 “I didn’t have a concept of what a producer was until I learned more about the game. The way I was introduced to production was with what we did. From the start, with us, it was like every man puts in their ten cents. And let’s make this into a dollar. We learned, mostly from Paul, that you don’t always need to map things out. You can make mistakes. And the zaniness of the album, overall definitely came from Paul” (Coleman 149).

De La Soul and Prince Paul recorded their demo in Calliope Studios, NY. After their three track demo with songs “Plug Tunin’,” “Freedom of Speak,” and “De La Games” (later “D.A.I.S.Y. Age”), an indie hip hop record label created by Tom Silverman, Tommy Boy Records, felt that De La Soul was just what they were looking for. In 1987, they signed with Tommy Boy, and in 1988 they saw their first single released, which was “Plug Tunin’”. The song “Potholes in My Lawn” came soon after. Luckily these singles did well, so Tommy Boy gave them the OK to create a full album. The recording process was virtually painless. The A&R for De La Soul, Dante “Dante the Scrubb” (as De La referred to him as) Ross states that,

“They basically made that record in the studio because they didn’t have their own equipment yet, so they couldn’t do much at home except brainstorm ideas”. Coleman adds; “The album didn’t take long because they all have been milling around with ideas together. According to Tom Silverman, their recording budget was twenty-eight thousand dollars, which included all recording costs, sample clearance fees, and their own advances”. ‘They got lower advances’, says Tom Silverman, ‘but after the album blew up they got paid massive royalty checks. They bought houses for all of their parents after that.’” (Coleman 147).

At first, De La Soul was met with some criticism from hip hop fans. They were portrayed as “hip hop hippies” because of the way they dressed, their peaceful, playful lyrics, their usage of daises on their album cover, and the ultimate pushing of the label to make sure they were marketed as hippies. 3 Feet High and Rising also saw the advent of what they refer to as the Da.I.S.Y. Age, which stood for “Da Inner Sound, Y’all”. The Da.I.S.Y. Age was a sound and vibe that reflected their feelings about how their music was created, because it was quite literally “from the soul” and the inner sounds of their hearts and minds were poured out on their music to spread peace and happiness in a genre that was overcome with violence. Unfortunately, artists and fans who were used to more violent and misogynistic hip hop did not understand this concept at first. De La Soul did not want to be seen as hippies just because they wanted to share positivity in their music. They made sure to tear all that stigma down when it came time for their 2^nd album, which they wittingly named De La Soul is Dead (their album cover is a dead daisy in a broken flower pot).

Overall, De La Soul’s debut has been lauded as one of the greatest hip hop albums that stood the test of time; it was a phenomenon; and was no match lyrically, musically, or thematically to any other hip hop album released at the time. It became so important to the genre because it allowed a new generation of hip hop artists to understand that being yourself does not mean acting like someone else. Being yourself means just that. It was okay to step outside and around the box to make a statement, and to wear African medallions and sport funny haircuts. No one needed to know how much money, cars, houses, or women you had, or how tough you were. The music was a lighthearted eye opener for hip hop and music fans in general, and was a perfect window into the lives of three young men from Long Island that had some knowledge to spread to the masses, while also having fun with it. 

Tom Silverman mentions the lasting global impact the album had: “Aside from the U.S., that album was also important because it was the first hip-hop album on the international scene; it was the first album to do more than five hundred thousand units in Europe, way more than even Run-DMC” (Coleman 151). The only negative impact this album had was due to its unfortunate lawsuit of copyright infringement because of one of the album interludes. De La’s interlude “Transmitting Live from Mars” samples rock group The Turtles’ 1969 song “You Showed Me”. The Turtles saw that De La had used their song without permission; therefore they sued. There was some misunderstanding between De La Soul and Tommy Boy on why the sample was not given to the label to clear, and/or why they label neglected to clear the sample. Both Silverman and Prince Paul have differing views on this topic. Silverman says, “The problem was that although we cleared thirty-five samples on the album, the Turtles one wasn’t on the list that the group gave us, because it was one of the interstitial pieces”. Prince Paul says, “When we finished the album we gave Tommy Boy all the samples and they just cleared the ones on songs that they thought would be popular” (Coleman 153). Tommy Boy and De La Soul lost the suit, and had to pay more than $100,000 (some sources say up to 1.7 million). After this lawsuit, hip hop music had to take a step back and make sure if they were to use samples in their music, all sampled needed to be legally cleared. The worst outcome about this whole situation was that the majority of De La Soul’s catalog has never been available to purchase digitally; it is only available on LP, CD, and cassette. Billboard.com writer Paul Cantor keeps the reason why their music is unavailable digitally short and sweet: “there are too many samples on the album, Warner Brothers— which owns Tommy Boy Records' catalog— does not want to go through the legwork to re-clear them all for digital rights”. 

On February 15, 2014, De La Soul released their back catalog for free on their website to celebrate their 25^th anniversary of being a group, and to show love to their fans by sharing their work. By sharing their music without the permission of Warner, and the fact that they got their music from a Russian torrent site to send to their fans, they could be in a lot of trouble. De La Soul did not care, though, because they listened to the Da.I.S.Y. and gave their fans proof that it’s all about the music and the love of their fans is what keeps them motivated.

The Roots: Things Fall Apart Review

The Roots – Things Fall Apart

            “Check it out! You’re now in tune to the/sounds of the/ R to the/double O to the/T - S and I stretch limits to this profession” was all I remembered hearing in the 4-hour drive from Newark to Washington, D.C. during summer 2011. My mom, grandpa, classmate Denise, and I were on our way to my 3-week residency at Georgetown University for a summer college prep program. I was one of two students from my high school to be accepted. The other student was Denise. It was my first time *really* listening to The Roots’ third studio album (fourth if you count their demo Organix from 1993 as their debut). I literally just got it in the mail from Amazon.com the day before, and boy was I stressed out at the fact that I would not be able to listen to it while at Georgetown. I was on a quest to get deeper into the music of The Roots, and I read online that this was their best-known project and considered a hip-hop classic. Things Fall Apart’s production began in 1997, and it was released February 23, 1999.

            Here’s a bit of background information: The Roots, at this point of time, consisted of about 8 members. They each have various nicknames that they’ve given each other and that the fans lovingly call them; I will list their most prominent stage name first in quotations (brace yourself!). The co-founders of The Roots are Tariq “Black Thought a.k.a. Riq Gees” Trotter, the lead emcee, and drummer and band leader Ahmir Khalib “Questlove a.k.a. ?uestlove a.k.a. B.R.o.The R. ? (Beat Recycler of The Rhythm) a.k.a. Questo aka Cornell Quest a.k.a. Mark a.k.a. DJ Questlove a.k.a. Professor Questlove a.k.a. Roots” Thompson. The rest of the members are emcee Malik “Malik B” Abdul-Basset; emcee Karl “Dice Raw” Jenkins; bassist Leonard “Hub” Hubbard; keyboardist James “Kamal a.k.a. Kamal on the Keys a.k.a. Mal-Dog a.k.a. Calzone a.k.a. Klang” Gray; keyboardist James Poyser, beat boxer Rahzel “Rahzel the Godfather of Noyze” Brown; and beat boxer Kyle “Scratch” Jones. They have a handful of managers, producers, and engineers who live in the Roots camp. Their late manager Richard “dixpop” Nichols was the executive producer. Scott Storch, a producer who has been affiliated with The Roots since 1993 had his hand in constructing some songs from the album. 

The Roots have a production group for their albums, called The Grand Wizzards, who consist of Richard Nichols, Questlove, Black Thought, Kamal, Scott Storch, James Poyser, Hub, Dice Raw, Kenyatta “Kelo” Williams, who is one of their more prominent producers, and Chaos and Wigs, two other producers. Other important members are managers Shawn Gee, A.J. Shine, and musicians and engineers Anthony Tidd, Steve Mandel, and Bob Power. Guest appearances include rappers Common, Eve, Elo the Cosmic Eye, Beenie Siegal, singers Erykah Badu, D’Angelo, Jill Scott, spoken word artist Ursula Rucker, and producers Jay Dee a.k.a. J Dilla and DJ Jazzy Jeff.

I broke down the album in 5 different categories: Production, music, lyrics, mood/theme, and impact. 

Production: The Grand Wizzards done it again! Or, should I say, the Soulquarians done it again? Although The Grand Wizzards produced this album, most fans would consider this a Soulquarians produced album. Considering how Things Fall Apart was recorded from 1997- 1999 in Jimi Hendrix’s Electric Lady Land studios in NYC alongside D’angleo’s Voodoo, Erykah Badu’s Mama’s Gun, Bilal’s First Born Second, Mos Def’s Black on Both Sides, Common’s Like Water for Chocolate and a handful of others with similar sounds and ideologies, and that most of the artist from said albums contributed to Things, and vice versa, and the fact that most of these musicians were born under the sign Aquarius, it’s safe to call it a Soulquarians production. While being interviewed for Vibe Magazine, Questlove came up with the name Soulquarians. The name stuck with Vibe, and they ran with it. 

Mood/Theme: The title Things Fall Apart was inspired by Nigerian author Chinua Achebe’s book of the same name. His book follows the story of a Nigerian man who returns to his village only to see that it has changed; Western ways were wiping out the traditions of his culture. Questlove mentions in his autobiography Mo Meta Blues that he saw that as some sort of an analogy for what happened to hip hop. When constructing an album and especially when coming up with a title, The Roots usually have three key aspects they take into consideration: What is happening with the group musically and personally at that period of time, the state of hip hop in that period of time, and then the vast changes the world is going through. In this case, the dawn of a new millennium was approaching, and so were major conspiracy theories (see: Y2K). Hip-hop was about 3 years out of its prime years, its golden age, and it was moving into a more popular and glossy landscape. Terrorism, racism, and other major political issues were tearing American citizens apart. 

I always felt that the album artwork helps give a visual to the music. What we see is pretty close to what we’ll hear. Things Fall Apart was originally released with five different album covers. The main cover that is seen on all of the current releases of the album was a woman running during a riot in Brooklyn in the 60s. The other four are a crying child, the inside of a burned church, an infant crying in the rubble of Shanghai following Japanese attacks during World War II, and the bloodied arm and hand of mafia boss Giuseppe Masseria after his shooting death in 1931. Each and every cover represented a theme of failure in society: fear, famine, murder, destruction, poverty, and police brutality, among other issues. 

The mood of the album was also due to how The Roots were being “accepted” to hip hop fans. They were, at this point, still seen as that weird hip-hop band that plays instruments. As Questlove put it, The Roots were like the Down syndrome cousin at the family reunion that everyone picked last to participate in the games. They weren’t the new kids to the music industry, but they weren’t the group with tenure. They were still finding themselves, but on this record, the fans finally found The Roots. The album has a dark cloud over it, ready to pour down and flood the streets with lyrical and musical hail stones. The album should be listened to, dissected, regurgitated, and ingested again. It will leave you with a funny taste in your mouth the first time you listen; yet you would want to go back for more, until that funny taste becomes your favorite flavor. 

Lyrics: comparing this to The Roots two prior albums, I would consider this a battle rap album with conscious elements. People love to label The Roots as conscious hip hop, mainly because they aren’t mainstream and played on the radio and have had songs that dealt with more social issues versus materialistic, misogynistic, violent subjects. Overall, Black Thought raps more about how other rappers are sub par and are sellouts, and that The Roots are the best crew around. BT spits fury and verbally rips apart each track he’s on. Normally, he raps about how much pride he has for his city, Philadelphia, and more specifically, his neighborhood, South Philly. He has various nicknames for Philly and The Roots’ affiliation with it, such as illadelph, 215 (the area code), ill-a-5^th dynasty (the 5 representing power). All of the rappers also usually name drop various locations in Philly, which does help if you’re visiting one day and would like to know where to go or stay away from. Black Thought, for years has been considered one of the most underrated rappers and one of the greatest rappers of all time. The way he constructs his rhymes to perfectly flow within the music still stuns listeners. He is able to alter the pronunciations of words in order to make them work for his rhymes.

             

Black Thought also has a way of creating lush, intricate rhymes for his love songs. There are only two such songs on this album: “Act Too”, an ode to hip hop, and on “You Got Me”, a song expressing how he will never leave his lady’s side, regardless of where his career takes him. He proves he can battle rappers into the ground as well as make women swoon with his words. Regardless of who or what he rhymes about, he’s the man. His rap from “The Next Movement” sums it up perfectly: “Listen close to my poetry, I examine this/Like an analyst, to see if you can/handle this”.

Music: There are many rumors that surround The Roots, one of them being they do not sample. They’ve been sampling since their inception! Questlove has mentioned in countless interviews that they incorporate various elements from other songs into their music in almost every record. They just have a very good way of hiding it. Because they are a live band and do not use turntables and a DJ, listeners may not realize that the beat Quest is pumping out is an obscure Prince beat, or that the cowbells from “Without a Doubt” is a sample from gangsta rapper Schooly D’s song “Saturday Night”. A majority of their music are new creations inspired by recycled materials, which could be lyrics or music. Rahzel the Godfather of Noyze and Scratch share beat boxing duties throughout the album. They provide sound effects, most notably the sounds of a record scratching, bass lines, glass shattering, engines, and everything else under the sun. On the song “100% Dundee”, Rahzel takes on the bass and drum at the same time! “3rd Acts: ? vs Scratch 2...Electric Boogaloo” features Scratch acting as turntables and performing vocal snippets of older hip hop songs. Questlove keeps the groove going and gets the rhythmic details precise. He likes to make listeners believe that it is in fact a drum machine playing the beats rather than a drummer, so he keeps his drumming so rigid, yet lively. He keeps in time while also reminding you that there is a person creating this music with an instrument rather than a drum machine. Kamal and James use a Fender Rhodes on most of the songs, and this helps the recordings have a lush, almost comforting feeling to it. On harder tracks, the keyboardists accompany Questlove and Hub with sharp, lively chords. Hub keeps listeners on lock with his smooth and bouncy bass lines. Behind Questlove, Hub is usually everyone’s favorite member. Some tracks include other percussion, guitar and orchestral instruments, to add layers to the music and to the album as a whole. The album is recognized for it’s seamless, fluid sequencing. It is organized into four acts, as if it were a theater production. They wanted to have “sonic, artistic thoughts” end and the next begin.

Impact: Things Fall Apart finally went platinum on April 24, 2013, after 14 years. Plenty of music writers consider this their greatest work; their breakthrough album. It was the first Roots album to sell over 500,000 copies. The album was nominated in the 2000 Grammys for Best Rap Album, but the only win The Roots saw that night was for Best Rap Performance by Duo or Group for the song and single “You Got Me”. Roots fans are still arguing today about if and why this is their best or greatest album; some, like me, say that it is indeed their breakthrough, but not their best, and it is not my favorite. No one can ever deny that this is their classic album. Alternative rap fans put it high on a pedestal, and mainstream fans at least know it from the lead singles “The Next Movement” and “You Got Me”. This is the last Roots album featuring all of the original line up from 1994, so it allows fans to go back and hear them as a solid unit.

Track list: (I rated it on a scale of 1-10, ten being the best). The Roots love to continue where they left off from the last album, so they have a continuing track numbering for their albums (normally this would be numbered 1-19).

54. Act Won (Things Fall Apart): 10
55. Table of Contents, Pts. 1 & 2: Part 1 gets a 9, Part 2 gets a 4.

56. The Next Movement: 8

57. Step into the Realm: 9
58. The Spark: 5

59. Dynamite!: 8
60. Without a Doubt: 7
61. Ain't Sayin' Nothin' New: 10
62. Double Trouble (Mos Def): 10

63. Act Too (The Love of My Life): 10
64. 100% Dundee: 8

65. Diedre vs. Dice: 5

66. Adrenaline!: 7
67. 3rd Acts: ? vs Scratch 2...Electric Boogaloo: meh. 5
68. You Got Me: 9
69. Don't See Us: 5
70. The Return to Innocence Lost (spoken word accompanied with music by Ursula Rucker): 6

71. Act Fore (Still Out There): 9 (this is the hidden track).

On a scale of A to F, I would give Things Fall Apart an A-. As with all other Roots albums, this took me a few months to a year to fully digest and appreciate. I always say that I have a favorite Roots album, a most cherished Roots album, and a most appreciated Roots album, which this is. I appreciate how the album was conceived and born, and how it grew and aged like fine wine. This is probably the first album I would introduce someone to if they would like to hear something from The Roots, especially since it features the strongest lineup The Roots have ever seen. For me, this album is kind of like the peanut butter in between the bread of their two prior albums. Although the priors are my favorites, this one is stuck in the middle musically and sonically. It incorporates jazzy instrumentation that was prominent on their first album Do You Want More?!!!??! as well as the hardcore, grimy, boom bap of their sophomore effort (and my all time favorite) illadelph Halflife (1996). Things meets these albums dead in the middle. Things may have fallen apart, but The Roots brought Things together with this album (was that corny?).

Musical Self Reflection

I have gone through three significant phases of having a favorite music. The first phase, and the phase that allowed me to seek knowledge of other genres of music, was Classic Rock. As a young African American girl attending a small inner city Catholic high school in predominantly Black Newark, NJ, that was pretty odd. I had a handful of friends who were into Rock in high school, so they were my primary influence into getting into Rock music. My friends told me that listening to Classic Rock REALLY helps them get their history homework done, so that’s what I started doing. I ended up liking a few songs and buying them for myself. Classic Rock came to me in kind of a strange way. Besides having a handful of friends who were into that and Alternative Rock, I still barely paid it any attention, besides the fact that I loved the band Paramore. One day in my religion class during sophomore year, my super cool teacher Mr. Gambone had us write down a list of 25 of our favorite songs for some reason I don’t remember. I got excited and listed down my favorites. It was a list of vastly different genres, and I took pride in that. After I read my list aloud, my teacher, Mr. Gambone, freaked out. His jaw hit the floor once he heard me read Led Zeppelin’s “Fool in the Rain”, a few Jimi Hendrix songs, and about two or three prominent Rock musicians’ songs. He told me I should go tell our principal about me liking Led Zep and Jimi, because he has a collection of their discography that he is sure he would love to give me. I was like “…. okay” and Mr. Gambone actually ended taking me to Mr. Cuddihy, our principal, himself. He excitedly told Mr. Cuddihy about my list, and Mr. Cuddihy got excited too. He told me to come back after school so he can give me copies of four Led Zeppelin albums, and a Jimi Hendrix compilation CD. I told my parents about my awesome day, and my father laughed and made sure to thank my principal and teacher the next day when he took me to school.

My second phase was and still is the music I listen to the most now. I discovered Hip Hop right when I was about to give up on it. I have always hated mainstream Hip Hop, because of my dad. He used to DJ and produce House music, and he was the first person in my life to leave a musical influence on me. Whenever he would turn on the radio, he would quickly get irritated because the music that would be on the radio usually sounded the same and had little to no lyrical quality and was either vulgar or senseless. I began to understand what he meant as I got older. I did try to get into mainstream Pop and Hip Hop music when I got into high school, but I gave up quickly because the music did not allow me to connect to it and I the only emotion I had while listening to it was anger. It was just boring to me. As time went on, I started to discover older Hip Hop acts. I also discovered a few underground and Alternative Hip Hop. I did not know Hip Hop had a past that was so rich with history and knowledge! Once I started learning about Hip Hop’s past, I fell in love. I gravitated to the older recordings, specifically to Hip Hop of the 1990’s. The was the music was created through sampling, the way emcees/rappers would speak on their records, and all of the knowledge some of the emcees would give to the listeners hit my heart. There was an exact day that I fell in love with Hip Hop music, too. It was December 26, 2011, the day after Christmas. This was during my senior year of high school, and I was 17 years old. I got a couple of iTunes gift cards for Christmas and was itching to buy some new music. I decided to try and get some good Hip Hop songs or albums and add to my growing interest of “real” Hip Hop music. (I was introduced to “real” Hip Hop the year prior; Aesop Rock’s song “None Shall Pass” changed my life and encouraged me to look for more lyricists.)

I Googled things such as “alternative hip hop” and “best hip hop songs of all time” to see what gems I could dig up. I went on a bunch of random sites and saw a common thing: Common Sense (who now just goes by Common)’s song “I Used to Love H.E.R.” It was listed on many different sites as one of the greatest Hip Hop songs ever. I HAD to check it out. I proceeded to look at the Wikipedia article for the song. I read yet again about its prominence in the genre. Then, I glanced at something that said the song held a double meaning. He raps as if he is speaking about a lost love, but really, he is talking about Hip Hop. I shouldn’t have read on!! I have a tendency to ruin things for myself. I went on ruining things by reading the lyrics before I thought of listening to the song. I read, and felt “meh” about it. Love song with an interesting twist… but THE LAST LINES OF THE SONG! What?? He’s talking about Hip Hop? (I finally understood that Wiki article, sort of).

          

  I quickly decided to actually listen to the song. I went on YouTube and searched “Common I Used to Love Her”. First thought: “Sheesh this vid is so old and grainy and low quality!” But I enjoyed it very much. I loved the visuals and loved how it was an actual video, not some la di la in a big room with a green screen and other “music video” clichés. Then I started really listening. I truly enjoyed the music! The piano was soothing, the guitar was smooth, the drums were TIGHT, and the bass. THE BASS. Now, I’m a sucker for bass lines. I think I started bobbing my head. His flow, the way he rode the “I Used to Love H.E.R.” beat, was all too cool. His words dove into the track with pure grace. I loved how connected his voice was to the music. During the while, I tried to pay close attention to the lyrics; I was drawn in. Hearing him actually say the words was more impactful than reading them. During my listen, I was impressed. It was a typical love song, but at the same time, it wasn’t. The way he spoke and the words he rapped were different than anything else I’ve heard. Listening to the lyrics was also sad, because his first love, from whom he know from age 10, basically became someone who changed herself for popularity. Then… we get to the end of the song. That last line. 

“But I’ma take it back y’all and let this _ stop/ ‘cause who I’m talkin’ ‘bout, y’all, is HIP HOP”

I was mesmerized. I just knew I had to play it again. I was in trouble now. I found an actual song that made all the sense in the world. I was “grounded”, and my punishment was to find even more music like this. December 26, 2011. The day my life changed. I now had a favorite song of all time. I now have a song that expressed all of my feelings towards a genre that I thought I knew, but didn’t. This was the only time in my life I truly vividly remember a moment in my musical memory. This was significant because this was the very song that introduced me to a genre that I had initially turned my back on.

The Hip Hop band The Roots also helped me fall in love with Hip Hop music. They are an actual band of musicians from Philadelphia that was created in 1987 and released their first album in 1993. I also discovered The Roots via a Google search for “alternative hip hop”.  What made them stand out to me was the fact that they were a band that played Hip Hop music! I had no idea that the two can be combined. The Roots showed me that you should never let anything restrict you from doing what you love. Once I heard a few songs of theirs when I was about 15, I became hooked. I ended up collecting their whole discography over time. They became my first favorite musicians, group, and band (because there are major differences between the three in Hip Hop music). I loved how innovative they were, and how they challenged themselves on every album and in every show. They are known for their amazing live shows, and have been said to be one of the greatest live acts of all time in music. The founders of The Roots, Black Thought the emcee and Questlove, the drummer, are one of the greatest in the genre. Black Thought is usually put into the list of “All Time Greatest” for emcees/rappers and Questlove is known for being a tastemaker and continuously impressing fans and peers with his talent. The Roots are now on the Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon, which was a great move for them and for Hip Hop. This allowed people to see that The Roots are absolutely a household name and that Hip Hop is more than just hits. The Roots do not make music for attaining hits, they create albums for an experience. They have critical acclaim rather than star status.

Questlove became my all time favorite musician because of the way he is able to craft albums and shows with ease. Questlove is also responsible helping me fall into my third phase of my favorite music: Neo Soul. Not many Neo Soul musicians actually like that term, but many fans love to use that term to differentiate them from regular R&B acts. Neo Soul is a genre that has musicians who truly appreciate the Soul and Jazz music of the past. They create music that encompasses those two genres as well as include Hip Hop grooves, as well as include lyrics that are more personal and more in tune to social issues. Questlove, a long with a few more of my favorite musicians, created a Neo Soul and Hip Hop group called the Soulquarians. The Soulquarians are responsible for a few albums that were recorded in Jimi Hendrix’s Electric Ladyland studio between 1996-2003. Some of the albums were The Roots’ Things Fall Apart, D’angleo’s Voodoo, Erykah Badu’s Mama’s Gun, Bilal’s First Born Second, Mos Def’s Black on Both Sides, Common’s Like Water for Chocolate and a handful of others. The Soulquarians helped establish Neo Soul and were a collective of like-minded musicians, singers, and rappers that had a knack for their craft and a passion for true music from the soul. They loved offbeat rhythms and irregular chords, and Motown. Although the Soulquarians did not put out an official Soulquarians and are not exactly working on music together as the official collective, they still live on and helped spin off a well loved genre.

The Soulquarians and The Roots, as well as a few Jazz musicians, also helped me find my favorite musical instrument, which is the Fender Rhodes. They incorporate the Rhodes in almost every song and album they have ever made. The moment I found out that it was the Rhodes that was creating that beautiful melody that sounded like it was coming from a weird piano, I told myself I don’t want to learn how to play the piano until I get my hands on a Rhodes. The sound of the Rhodes smacks me in the face and encompasses my head in such a way I cannot explain.

The one song I would program for an “end of the world” ceremony has to be The Roots’ “Make My” from their 2011 album Undun. Undun is a concept story told in reverse chronological order. It is based on the unfortunate tale of a fictional young Black male, Redford Stevens, who subsequently walked down the wrong path. The beginning of the album represents his death and the very end represents his struggles living as a Black man trying to survive. On “Make My”, the third track, Stevens is in the throes of death. The end of the song includes an instrumental coda, signifying the death of Stevens. The listener is brought into a sonic whirlwind with the complexity of a rolling synth bass and “oooh’s” of the piano synth. The coda signifies Redford Steven’s “departure from the world” (this phrase is a part of the hook of the song). The music and the lyrics capture the pain and agony that Stevens is enduring while he is dying. It is a dark, somber piece, and it captures the essence of what happens when one is at the end of the road and on the brink of death. I find that it would be the perfect song for the end of the world!

I feel that I have finally come to understand who I am and what I like and love. I am at a place where I do not have to explain to people why I do and don’t like certain types of music. I don’t have to explain to people that “I just don’t like Pop music” or “I just can’t get into Country” and “I don’t care for EDM”. Just because I don’t like these genres doesn’t mean I am a bad person. I’m just a person who simply doesn’t want to hear those genres. I’m my own little person and I deserve to have my own opinions. I have never told a person that they were weird or strange for liking a certain kind of music, because I’ve been there. I’ve been criticized for liking what I like, and it truly does hurt being virtually the only person who listens to certain genres or artists. You feel that you are alone in your tastes and you will never have anyone to talk about your passions with. This is why I always encourage people to love what they love, even if I don’t love it. Yes, I wouldn’t want to hear it, but I will never criticize someone for their tastes. I believe this says that I am a person who continues to understand that humans are completely complex creatures. My musical identity is strictly unique to me and only me. There will never be another Mesha who is obsessed with The Roots the way I am. My musical identity is made up of random bits and pieces that come together and say “she loves left of center music that speaks on social issues and is built from the inspiration of past musicians and the future of self expression”.

Racism/White Supremacy Can Aide in Depression/Anxiety

I didn’t realize my depression and anxiety could be linked to all that I’ve been seeing, hearing, and experiencing in reference to all of the attacks on Black lives. At first, and of course, my issues were born via personal situations. But then I realized, starting from the Ferguson tragedy, my sleeping problems became worse and I was more stressed out. Then it kept happening, over and over again after the murders that followed suit. So PERSONALLY, the various instances of racism and the effects of white supremacy AND my various personal trials and tribulations that I have faced in the past year are the cause of my pain.
So, if you’re like me and didn’t think that racism/white supremacy can jump start or aid in the mental health issues you’ve been facing, think again.

Oh, and I also learned about what environmental racism is.

Hey world.

So as you can see, I just put up like 4 random posts out of the blue... a whole year after my last post.

I completely neglected this blog.

I was going thru so many personal issues that I basically gave up on everything.

But within the past year or two, I've become involved with social justice and activism, so the tone of my posts may be a lot darker than what is already up here.

I've shared my thoughts on lots of different topics via facebook and instagram, and tumblr as well, but of course I'd get little to no responses or I'd just get completely ignored.

And I know on here that I have -3 followers, so for sure my posts won't get any attention now.

But maybe this could serve as an online journal of sorts.

I wanted to start this as a music blog, then a poetry blog, then maybe a blog about social justice. I decided to make it all of that and more, because it's my blog lol.

So I'm going to try my best and put up my thoughts and ramblings on here, so I can get my ideas and feelings out and not go crazy.

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Back to my whole "personal issues" jawn. I was reluctant to share what was going on, but hey... maybe it could help me or someone else. So here ya'll go:

Long story short, on September 11, 2014, I tripped and injured my ankle. Two days later, I traveled all the way from my college to back home, at a hospital downtown (with my mom). The shady doctor dismissed my agony and since all I got was an X-Ray (1st mistake), she just said I had a sprain and sent me off with a too-small boot and an air cast. No crutches.

Next thing you know, a week later I was in so much pain that I had to borrow crutches from my school's Health Services.

THEN, THREE FRIGGIN MONTHS LATER, STILL IN EXTREME PAIN after going back and forth to my doctor, I finally got an MRI and they saw I had a torn calcaneofibular ligament in my right ankle.

Great.

Sooooo I got referred to an orthopedic, and he put me in a fiberglass cast for 3 weeks. Nothing got better. So, then I had to get surgery. That was in February 2015. 3 weeks after surgery, I was to get physical therapy. Since I was at my college in West Narnia (lol), it would be difficult. No one was willing to drive me anywhere for physical therapy 3x a week. I don't have a license, nor car, nor would I actually be able to drive. So 4 weeks before my semester was over, we found a place that had free transportation. The only issue was that the co pay was so friggin expensive that I could only go to PT once a week, and not 3 times like I was supposed to.

So lemme back up: I waited approx 2 months after surgery to get PT. BAD!!!

And after school ended, I had to find another place. I did eventually. But 2 weeks before my PT ended, I started getting sharp pains in my ankle. I got another MRI but that came out good... and I was forced to give up my crutches and the boot I had begged for since I was still experiencing pain.

That was in June? I believe. I dunno.
So now I'm "walking", but I'm still in pain. And I'm not back in PT yet.

All the while this garbage is happening to me, I started struggling in college. I was a junior when all this happened.

Because I was in pain for so long, that I didn't know what was happening with my ankle, that depressed me. The pain... ugh... day and night, and then the added pain on my arms and whole dang body from the crutches and putting all my weight on my left leg just ruined me.
Plus the fact that I felt like a lot of people started to get annoyed and aggravated because they didn't feel like helping me. So I often struggled doing things on my own... then eventually stopped doing certain things and going to vital places because I was incapable of doing it myself.

So being so loney and feeling neglected from my "friends" made me more depressed.

My schoolwork took a MAJOR hit. I was doing "meh" my Fall semester, but Spring semester was down the toilet. I had to drop 2 classes, barely passed one with a C+, and the last one I had to do an incomplete for, and I still have yet to do that work. Every time I got homework, I would push it off until the last minute, and just give up completely. I barely did homework. I also became extremely dissatisfied and uninterested with my major, and I wanted to change it, but I had no idea what I would change it to since I'm not good at anything. I have no skills. Plus I am going to be a senior, and I didn't want to push myself back even more.

And add the fact that I had family issues in terms of finances, health problems between me and family/tons of deaths in the family in a short period of time, and not being able to see my dad when I needed made it even worse.

I was having panic attacks, heart palpitations, nausea, headaches, sleeping even worse and I wasn't enjoying life anymore.

So I started going to counseling/therapy in March at my school. That helped a lot actually.

My counselor and my academic advisor and a few friends suggested I either take a leave during that semester, or for the Fall 2015 semester coming up. I said I'd think about it.

About a month ago, at my doctor's office, I requested for an EKG since my heart palpitations were becoming more frequent and I just felt like I was going to die.

They came out fine...

But my doc figured out I was having the PHYSICAL symptoms of depression. She said something that I would have never been able to figure out: that I actually COULDN'T do my work. I was depressed! And when you are depressed, you just aren't yourself and you can actually be so down that the things you know are important just can't get done.

Mind *blown*

But then she suggested I take the semester off, get more therapy, and see how I do.

So my mom and I finalized my leave for the semester, and we're still looking for a therapist.

I need a job too... hopefully I find something that suits me. My anxiety has been getting worse and the last thing I want to do is work a register or answer phones all day.

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I also realized this (which I'm going to make a post of its own):

Racism/White Supremacy Can Aide in Depression/Anxiety!

I didn’t realize my depression and anxiety could be linked to all that I’ve been seeing, hearing, and experiencing in reference to all of the attacks on Black lives. At first, and of course, my issues were born via personal situations. But then I realized, starting from the Ferguson tragedy, my sleeping problems became worse and I was more stressed out. Then it kept happening, over and over again after the murders that followed suit. So PERSONALLY, the various instances of racism and the effects of white supremacy AND my various personal trials and tribulations that I have faced in the past year are the cause of my pain.

So, if you’re like me and didn’t think that racism/white supremacy can jump start or aid in the mental health issues you’ve been facing, think again.

Oh, and I also learned about what environmental racism is.

I want to find a therapist that looks like me. Because ain’t no way I’m mentioning this to someone who doesn’t look like me AND thinks we’re the savages. Not today, not ever.

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And in conclusion, I want to share with you a Tumblr post I made during one of my low, low nights, on June 5. I was extremely vulnerable and straight up upset. This is basically a summary of all I said above:

"What am i good for. i have no skills. i used to write poetry but never wanted to do anything with it. i hate public speaking/get tongue tied when speaking to regular people. i can’t verbally get my thoughts across without feeling stupid. i can’t play instruments. i can’t sing. i can’t dance. i don’t play sports. i’m not a tech expert. i get ignored in basic conversations. people don’t care about my views. i had to drop 2 classes, do an incomplete in 1 class, and got a C+ in the only class i completed this past semester. the one before that, was shit too, but slightly better. my ankle is still injured since Sept and I’m kinda upgraded to using one crutch. i don’t know how to do hair. i’m not good in math or science. i don’t remember any technicalities in english if i had to tutor someone. i’m a picky eater. i have year round allergies. i have a high prescription and wear glasses. i guess im beautiful. im a music industry (now music production) major in college but i have no equipment and have never had any hands on experience until now. im 21. im interning at a studio and struggling trying to make a beat. i dont even think i like this industry since i changed my concentration and got a C+ in Music Production Technology right after I decided that would be my concentration. so i might have been a waste of time to change it. i have nothing to rely on. i dont know how to do anything. i aint shit".

*Sigh*

Gye Nyame

Meaning: "Except God"

Symbol of the omnipotence and the omnipresence of God. (Fear no one, except God.)

From the Akan aphorism "Abode santann yi firi tete; obi nte ase a onim ne ahyease, na obi ntena ase nkosi ne awie, gye Nyame."

Literal translation: "This great panorama of creation dates back to time immemorial; no one lives who saw its beginning and no one will live to see its end, except God."

The symbol reflects the Akan belief of a supreme being, the creator who they refer to by various names, e.g., Oboadee, Nyame, Onyankopon Twereampon."

I have always believed in a higher power... But I also believe that we as a people are Gods, that God is really all in me, and in all of you. God lives in all of us, and we have our own free will to shape our universe. God is also in every other living thing, and transcends space and time. I guess this would technically categorize me as a "panentheist" for those who need to understand where I'm coming from (yes, #panentheist, not #pantheist. Google is your friend lol). Additionally, our bodies reflect the composition of the universe. We have different elements within us that are also found in space, as well as in the Earth.

I grew up Catholic, but now I do not associate with any religion, nor do I necessarily believe in a "messiah". We are our own messiahs; we have the power to save ourselves and the Black family. I also say that The Black Woman is God, because she/we were the Original beings who cultivated life. The Black Man is God because he planted the seed in the Black woman, in order to help create the human race.
I do not agree with "fearing" God; I believe that we should understand that the Higher Power is capable of acts beyond our comprehension and all we can do is honor and respect that Power. We should learn how to leave self control and compassion, empathy, and goodwill towards each other, so that the God above/in the universe as well as the God within us can achieve satisfaction and continue to tap into the higher consciousness we all have.

Positive Energy Activates Constant Elevation

When I was younger, I always wished for world peace. I wanted to achieve that somehow, either by myself or with a passionate group of people working at it together.

Little did I know that achieving world peace starts by achieving peace within your own mind, body, and soul.

Little did I know that peace from within should lead to peace within your household.

Little did I know that peace in the household should lead to peace within the family.

Little did I know that peace within the family should lead to peace with friends.
 
Little did I know that peace within the ones closest to you should lead to peace within my community.
 
Little did I know that peace within the community may never be achieved, because of the outside chaos that has destroyed my community.
 
The next steps should be to have my community united, thus inspiring outside communities to follow suit, so there can be a nationwide locking of minds and movements.
 
But I can't get to that step I just mentioned without the cooperation of family, friends, and my community.
 
Little did I know that some people...
Just don't care and never will.

Some people get angry about the tragedies that are occurring, but will sit around and wait for someone else to take care of it.

Some people just sit back and watch all of this happen, because they are too afraid of what others might think.

Some people don't have the resources or finances to do what they really want to do to give a helping hand.

Some people honestly don't know how or where to start making a change.

Some people just ignore it and say things will fix themselves... eventually.

Some people think love conquers all. Rather, they think extending a hand to your oppressor will make things better. Nope.

Some people love their oppressors more than they love themselves or the people that look like them.

Some people think they don't have to care about the people that look like them. These people are conditioned to believe that they will do no difference in doing outreach, because the people in the community *seem* ignorant.

Some people hate who they are, and can't help but hate anyone that looks like them.

Some people are just evil, selfish, and only care about their money.

Institutional Racism in Schools

I could've been a chess grandmaster. But St. Leo's in Irvington, NJ (my elementary and middle school) either fired the teacher or he left... and no one cared to get anyone else after that. So that meant Mesha lost one of her favorite pastimes.

My opportunities there were lost...

A lot of children who live in urban environments and go to inner city schools have, unfortunately, suffered the same fate. My case is no different than other children's lost or undeveloped talents.

It's just as if I wanted to learn about music, but my inner city school cut the arts program out.

Just as if I were an athlete but they had to fire the coach or didn't have enough equipment.

Just as if I wanted to learn about current events, but my school couldn't afford books after 1996 or didn't have enough books for all students to take them home to do homework.

Just as if I were just a child in class, distracted from the class topics because I'm worried about going home since mommy couldn't buy groceries this week.

Just like the child who may be going through an extremely rough home life and does not know how to express themselves verbally or is just straight up disinterested in class, and does poorly in standardized testing, so the teacher puts them into remedial or special ed classes.

Just like the child who may have been aggressive, so the teacher neglects their needs and thus the school to prison pipeline begins for that child.

Institutional racism works in many intricate ways. Our inner city schools are under funded for many reasons, but I also believe that THAT is a big factor. ‪#‎institutionalracism‬ ‪#‎schooltoprisonpipeline‬ ‪#‎giveusachance‬

http://racism.org/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=1167:education02-3&catid=49&Itemid=172

http://www.usnews.com/news/blogs/at-the-edge/2015/05/06/institutional-racism-is-our-way-of-life