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Standing As An Example: Who Will You Be When Your Turn Comes?

Two weeks ago, I had just hopped of my bus to go into work (yes, I hop off of buses all the time-I have very short legs) and I was standing at the corner waiting for the light to change so I could cross Columbia Road in Adams Morgan, right here in DC. While I was standing on that corner, a little Black Girl and her white Grandma happened to walk up next to me and I overheard the Little Black Girl say to her Nana:

 “I want straight hair.”

I turned to peek at them and saw that this child who was probably about 4 or 5 years old with some of the most gorgeous, thick , afro-textured hair I’ve ever seen, was staring right past me at the white woman who was standing right ahead of me. I quickly turned around so she and her grandma wouldn’t see my scrunched up face. I hated that this beautiful Black Girl was begging her white Grandma for hair like a white woman. Nana was trying her best with her baby, trying to tell her that she was beautiful with the hair she has:

 Nana: “Your hair is beautiful like it is. I like your curls!”

Little Black Girl: “No, but I want STRAIGHT HAIR. Straight!”

Nana [pointing to me]: “Look at this pretty lady. She has hair like yours. Isn’t it pretty? Don’t you like her curls?”

This is when I turned around, having sucked back the tears I had felt forming, overhearing this tragic conversation. I’m standing there with my big, woolly  hair out, feeling happy and free, despite the snide comments that have been said about me at my job because of my hair. I didn’t think when I left the house that morning that my hair would be the example used to try and convince a little girl that she and her kinky hair are beautiful. Once again, I’m shown how our choices, our living isn’t just for us. God be doin’ some amazing and powerful stuff, even when we’re not paying attention. Especially when we’re not paying attention!

I looked down to Baby Girl and she looked up at me with sad eyes. She looked like a Loved Child, but something was missing.  I felt bad for her because no matter what her Grandma said, she wanted no parts of her natural hair. She wanted that straight hair like the woman over there. I looked up at Grandma and she gave me a look like “Please help me! Say something to her, Amazing Kinky-Haired Black Woman!” So I said “Hi! Aren’t you a pretty girl with some pretty hair? I love how it looks. It looks like mine!” I smiled and felt good because honestly, this kid DID have some great hair. It was brushed up into a neat high bun. She looked like a little chocolate angel- beautiful Black child with dark skin and kinky hair.

"Being alive and being a woman is all I got, but being colored is a metaphysical dilemma I haven't conquered yet." ~Tangie in "For Colored Girls"

The three of us crossed the street together and she told me her name and that she was in Pre-K at the school around the corner. I asked her if I could touch her hair and she said “yes”. I told her again that she had great hair and that she looked very smart in her school uniform. I asked her what her favorite book is and she told me “Miss Nelson Is Missing”.

click this pic to buy the book...because it really IS a good book!

I said “Oh Em Gee! That’s one of my favorite books too! I love reading books and getting smarter, don’t you??” She giggled and said “yes”.  I told her to have a great day in school and Grandma told me “Thank you” before we went on our separate ways. I was a few minutes late going in, but I think it was worth it.

People come for Naturalistas so often, saying we make too much of our decision to stop using chemicals to straighten or otherwise change the texture of our hair. I saw somebody tweet yesterday “You natural hair bitches ain’t cure AIDS, you just stopped getting perms!”

Wow.

OK, that person is right and on the small scale on which YOU seem to experiencing the world, it really ain’t that big of a deal. Play on, playa. Do you.

But when you realize and begin to actualize your responsibility as a woman to the little girls who look like you, you know it’s much more. You will eventually stand as an example, whether you like it or not. Who will you be, what will you be when your turn comes?

 

~pbg

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Reunion

When I was in high school some 20-plus years ago, I was in the Upward Bound program at Howard University. This program had us going to school every Saturday during the school year and living on campus for six weeks each summer, so my participation in Upward Bound was compulsory thanks to my parents. I mean, what teenager want so go to school on the weekend and all summer?? To be honest I began to love being in Upward Bound after a while because I had made so many friends from other high schools in the area.

One of those friends was a girl named Micha. She was a tiny girl who went to a Catholic High School in DC not to far from my public school, but if it had not been for Upward Bound, I doubt if we would have ever met. Micha and I were two peas in a sassy and mischievous little pod. I don’t remember how we were actually introduced back then, but we ended up being pretty good friends. Micha was bright and artistically creative with the frenetic energy of a pixie. I was a wiz with words with the same energy so we pretty much went together like peas and carrots. She was one of my most favorite friends, but sadly we fell out touch after we finished high school. I literally never saw or talked Micha again after June 4, 1991, the day before I graduated.

I started to think that it was pretty damn strange that I really never talked to my good friend again; especially after I started finding/being discovered by absolutely EVERYONE I’ve ever gone to school with via Facebook about four years ago. I mean from elementary school on up, I had seen them. I’ve even gone to a few reunion events leading up to my 20th High School Class Reunion last fall. But I never saw or heard from Micha. I asked around, but nobody had any info on what had become of her. It really bothered me and I had actually a few dreams about her. I just hoped she had done well and she was OK.

Well, an AMAZING thing happened to me while at the Justice For Trayvon Martin Rally here in DC last weekend: I ran into my old friend!

We're in our late 30's & Micha has a toddler. #TrickBaby

I was standing there with my friend Lauren, checking everything out, listening to speakers, making observations on the culture of 21st century social justice activism in the Black community thinking I was very glad I had my afro wrapped up on that drizzly day, when I happened to see a short light-skinned woman pushing a toddler decked in a hoodie in a stroller catch my eye.  I don’t remember it even registering to me that it MIGHT be her, but I felt tears well up in my eyes and I said “Micha?” and she smiled, nervous but still friendly. At that point you would have thought I’d heard my named called on Price-Is-Right.

"Come on DOWWWNNN! You just found your high school buddy after 20 yearssss!!!"

 

I ran up and told her “Hey! I know I look different, but I’m CaShawn!” She immediately remembered who I was. We hugged and I told her how I had felt so badly that I hadn’t seen her or been able to find anything out about how she had been. She was surprised to hear that because of course, she’s on Facebook as well now. As it turns out, Micha went down to North Carolina for school and now she’s living right outside of DC with her husband and three children who were at the rally with her. Her oldest girl is the same age as mine so we both have daughters graduating this year.

We’ve connected on Facebook now and I’m anxious to find out what kind of awesome woman Micha grew up to be. Obviously, we’re still very much alike in our awareness and love for our people, considering we ran into each other when and where we did. Even if we don’t end up being the same friends we were in our high school days, hopefully it won’t be 20 years before we talk to each other again.

 

~pbg

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Raising Boys: Are You Teaching Your Son How NOT To Rape?

I was sitting with my computer the other day, just scrolling through my Tumblr dashboard like I usually do. I like to look at pictures of cats, funny animated .gifs and pretty clothes and natural hair. Zone out and appreciate some beauty, ya dig? All of a sudden I saw a post entitled “Cockblocking Friends” that snatched me out of my Internet escape and threw me down hard into my own reality as a mom:

There was a young man, a young Black man, asking this question about why can’t he just have sex with drunk girls if he wants to do so? Why do the drunk girl’s girlfriends get in the way of that?

I was floored. I’ve been following this college student on Tumblr for a while based on the fact that he’s a young Black guy who seems to be enjoying his college experience and he’s from the DC Metro area. I like reading his posts about what he’s doing with his life. But this post was just jarring. He’s basically asking why can’t he be left to rape girls without interference. I immediately responded to him:

I responded to him because when I saw his post, I thought about my own son. My son is 13 years-old, but in a matter of just a few short years, he will be in “party” situations. Ratchet teenage male hormones, alcohol, Black hyper- masculinity and girls. Girls. Somebody’s daughters. Girls like my 18 year-old daughter. Girls like I used to be so long ago. I thought about how important it is that I have to teach my son NOT TO RAPE WOMEN. Thank God this young man was able to understand what I was telling him and thanked me for educating him. I wish he hadn’t had to get halfway through college and have a Stranger Lady On The Internet tell him it’s not ok to have sex with little drunk girls.

Oh yes. We who are parents of little boys have to teach them how to not to become violent sexual criminals. We have to teach them that early, and it’s never too early. When you teach them to listen to their friends’ words and respect them, you’re teaching your little boys not to rape. When you teach them that it’s not OK for ANYBODY to touch their body in a way that makes them uncomfortable, you are teaching them not to rape. When you emphasize how important it is to obtain consent from everybody about everything when it comes to their personhood, their belongings and their space, you are teaching your little boys not to rape. These are things I’ve taught my children from the time they were able to understand. That’s at about age two.

But now that they’re older and life situations are maturing right along with them, I have to teach them how to behave in specific situations. I teach my daughter about how to be aware in her comings and goings and of how other people are behaving in her environment. I teach her how to defend herself and to always to be ready to do so. And you know why I have to teach her that? Because there are VERY FEW folks who are teaching their sons to not sexually assault the women with whom they socialize. All the responsibility for preventing rape is being left with the victims and potential victims. 

Boys and young men are being advised to “shove girls up against the wall and stick their hands down her pants.” (see: $hort, Too) Boys and young men are being told that if a girl has had them lingering in the “Friend Zone” too long, it’s “time to get rapey” and “grab” some ass and/or titties. Yes, that did happen:

#Entitlement #NiceGuyMisogyny #AllegedJoke #NotFunny

Boys and young men are NOT being told how and why to NEVER TOUCH A DRUNK GIRL. This is utter bullshyt. Not only are the people who perpetuate this endangering girls and young women, they are endangering the boys and men who are the only ones who can effectively stop rape. They’re setting them up to become criminals and to end up on the wrong side of the law. That’s not the future I want for my son or anybody’s little boy that will become a man. Teaching Rape prevention tactics to boys needs to be a real thing and pursued with urgency by EVERYBODY EVERYWHERE. Especially if you are a man yourself, in a position of teaching boys at any age or stage of development.

 It’s not a joke and it’s not a game. Protect both girls AND boys. Instill a sense of humanity in your boys so they will see girls as people just like them, not props for their sexual pleasure or things that they are entitled to have just because they want it. #NoMatterHowLongTheyveBeenFriendsAndHeTreatedHerToCheddarBiscuits I never want to have that kind of man for a son. I never want to have to go visit him in prison, knowing he hurt women, so I’m going to do as much as I can to teach him how NOT TO RAPE.

 

~pbg

 

 

**Identities in this post have been hidden/obscured to protect the innocent, ignorant and insane. Act accordingly.

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Empowering The Pretty Brown Girl: I’m Not The Only PBG!!

Hello My Lovelies!

I just wanted to pass on this very important information that I received via email from the great folks at the Pretty Brown Girl brand…

Yes, I know what you’re thinking: “Girl, they have your name!” They do and when they contacted me, I thought they found me through a Google Alert wanted to sue me! I prayed to Jesus “PLEASE DON’T LET THESE GOOD BLACK FOLKS SUE ME!!” I certainly did ask them if they wanted to sue me over the “Pretty Brown Girl” moniker. Oh Lord, I would’ve been devastated! I’ve been using this “PBG” thing since 2006 on MySpace. But they assured me they didn’t want to sue me. They only wanted to see if I minded passing on the Good News about this adorable doll they’ve come up with to help their little daughters and Brown Girls everywhere embrace and celebrate being Pretty Brown Girls.

They didn’t have to ask me twice about that! They sent me this video to share. I love the story and concept behind the Pretty Brown Girl brand:

 

Pretty Brown Girl Brand Created by Metro Detroit Couple: MyFoxDETROIT.com

Real talk, Little Black Girls need this. Girls of Color need this. When everything around them is telling that what they are ISN’T beautiful, it is up to us to tell our girls that what they are is absolutely beautiful and they should always be proud. I applaud Sheri and Corey Crawley for doing just that for their girls and now, ALL the Girls of Color with this doll and all that goes along with it.

There will be an OFFICIAL Pretty Brown Girl Day on Saturday, February 25, 2012, celebrating the beauty and awesomeness of little girls of color! If you love a Pretty Brown Girl, take time out to tell how great they are. Go to the Pretty Brown Girl website and check out their pledge of empowerment and buy some of the merchandise-T-shirts, doll, bags, umbrellas. All of that neat stuff!

Yes, I do see that Mama and the girls have straightened hair and I can admit that it DID activate my Side-Eye, but I won’t let that damper my enthusiasm for this brand. At least the doll has tight curly hair, right? And I STILL hope they don’t sue me!! LOL!

 

~pbg

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