Can the real double standard please stand up?

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I see you America. Yup, I see you. I am not too sure where to begin with this one. Because this phenomenon is wider than Gabby Douglas not putting her hand over her heart…it’s about the scrutiny with which the white supremacist gaze looks down at us.

It’s about marginalized people being acceptable so long as they fall in line. Though Gabby did not intend to “disrespect the flag” and “always stands at attention” when the national anthem is sung – I truly wished it was an act done with the intent of political resistance. As someone who does not stand or pledge allegiance when the anthem is sung, I would think it would be the ultimate clap back against America’s war on Afrikan peoples – especially African Americans who have been mercilessly killed unarmed at the hands of police.

As marginalized people, we are only useful to keep the cogs in the capitalist machine running. That’s it. If you threaten the status quo or perhaps are too uppity for your own good, the true colors of this society will rear their ugly faces. The idea of Douglas even scoffing at American patriotism (actually jingoism) completely overshadowed every single achievement she has done “for this country”. For God’s sake, she has trained her entire life to represent THIS COUNTRY on the world stage. If Douglas and her PR team didn’t respond aptly enough to claims of dissent – better believe her career would be over QUICK.

Marginalized individuals, especially BLACK WOMEN, walk a thin in and are always on the verge of being dehumanized, viciously stereotyped, and othered. Given the current climate of anti blackness, of course Douglas’ act (or lack there of) would be interpreted as being that of disrespect because that is the archetype we are assigned to at birth. We are “angry”, “rabble-rousing”, “troublemakers”. It is not a coincidence the media industrial complex automatically pushed the notion that she was stirring up trouble or had mal-intent when she didn’t put her hand over he heart. Such a narrative is what naturally follows from this marginalization.

I scoff at the myriad of excuses that would be given had a white competitor made the same fopaux. Perhaps she would be “dizzy” from all of the anxiety, perhaps she would be simply “absent minded”, perhaps awestruck, or simply “in the moment”.

Bottom Line:

  • America, you can get over yourself now. The patriotism bullshit is getting tired.
  • Marginalized folk cannot catch a break no matter how well they play by the rules – the same situation can be observed with the comments Trump made about the Khan’s a Gold Start Family. No matter how well they played by those crooked rules, they (read: you and I) will never be good enough.

 

 

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The Update…Back from hiatus? Maybe

So, here we have it. A possible return? Perhaps. We shall see. So I initially created this blog the end of my sophomore year in college, three years ago. I wanted to document my upcoming junior year because I would be traveling all over the MENA region, which I did successfully alhamdulillah – check out the other entries.

I deleted this blog last summer because I would be going to Palestine, this time on my own through the Allenby Crossing. I didn’t want to take any risks of being rejected by Israeli occupiers for my support of Palestinian Liberation – so the blog went bye bye.

I have made the decision to reactivate it – a year later.

A lot has happened since then. A lot has changed me. The Chapel Hill Shootings, graduating in 2015, going to Bayyinah, getting into law school…getting engaged (LOL – just kidding, gotcha). One important thing happened, I started my journey on the path of consciousness. My thoughts on politics (God help us), islamophobia, blackness, feminism, white supremacy, resistance, and the decolonization of my mind and body, will be the topics of further entries.

Let’s see how this goes together, shall we?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Media Thought #1

My blog has been revived thanks to a new class I am auditing! I am loving the discussions so far, and one aspect of the course is to maintain a blog pertaining to media and our thoughts.

I came across this quote whilst reading an article, and I thought I would share my thoughts…Bon appetite

“Media Magic” by Gregory Mantisos

“During the Christmas season, the news media sometimes provides us with accounts of poor individuals or families (usually white) who are down on their luck.” Pg. 513

To put my this blog post in context, I am taking three social and economic justice classes, which has made me hyper aware of privilege, class, race, injustice, and patriarchy. After studying the institutionalized racism and race relations in this country, I will have to express my agreement with the quote. It hints to the idea that poor white people are the ones who get the “bad luck”/ get-out-of-jail-free car. If we see poor white people on television, which we rarely do comparatively speaking, then the image portrayed is that perhaps bad times have befallen them rather than poverty being a perpetual status within an overarching institutional system. This iconography is not only present when Christmas time roles around, but it is seen even in print media. It reminds me of a book series I used to read in middle school called the Clique Series by Lisi Harrison. It followed the lives of prissy rich white prep school girls who had chuffers to drive them to school. One of the “scandals” of the series was that one girl in the clique was no longer rich. During the series, her father, who was an art dealer, lost his job (“fell upon hard times”). They were forced to move out of their penthouse to the shabby apartments a couple of blocks away. Then girl would make the trek to her old ritzy apartment every morning so that she could save face when her rich friends would pick her up from school. When it was finally revealed that she was poor, it was framed as though her family hit a rough patch, they were down on their luck, and that poverty is not type of perpetual condition that can be handed down from generation to the next. This example highlights how white poor people and black poor people are portrayed. A black poor person would not be considered down on their luck, they would be considered too incompetent or too addicted to drugs to keep a job…skeptical? Check out this link to a news story on Angel Adams. It sure does not seem like she is “down on her luck”…

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U0QBD6CXgdo

Stay tuned for post #2 which will be an analysis of the aforementioned video, an analysis of the way poor black people are portrayed in the media, and a comparison!

Why LaKeisha is Not a Ghetto Name

Beautiful analysis

I saw a post on my Tumblr feed that really bothered me today:

I have been just as guilty as this gentlemen in the past, making fun of some of the seemingly ridiculous names I have heard and thanking God that my parents chose something non-indicative of my race. But this time it made me think – what’s in a name? We don’t hear people calling Oprah ghetto and her name is perhaps one of the most unique I have ever heard. Are black women adding “la’s” and “nae’s” to their children’s names to make them sound fancier, or is there something hidden their that we have forgotten through the years?

When our African-American  ancestors were removed from their native land, the men who forcibly enslaved them found it too difficult to pronounce and remember the beauty and complexity of their birth names. They stripped them of their names, among…

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Homecoming- The Netherlands.

I was doing an exercise in “lawgic” for my LSAT prep course, and there was a sentence we had to translate from English to this new lawgic language we have just got the hang of. The sentence said something along the lines of, “write about a trip only after you have come back so that you can fully reflect on what happened”. So that is what I am about to do. As some of you may know, I was in the Netherlands for a week exploring the Moroccan diaspora there. We touched on issues of racism, integration, language acquisition, and what makes someone Moroccan versus Dutch. We were privileged enough to meet the Elderman of Amsterdam West, Islamic school teachers, policemen, entrepreneurs, foreign servicewomen, NGO owners and volunteers, all of Moroccan descent. It was amazing to get their input on life in the diaspora. Being a apart of the Ugandan Muslim diaspora, I could connect on many levels, balancing a different culture, learning my mother’s mother tongue, going to Islamic school on weekends, etc.

What really shocked me however is the common sentiment of how racist Dutch society is. There are issues of racial profiling, stop-and-frisk of people of darker skin, and even profiling in schools. We were told that the Dutch school system has different paths a child could be on in terms of their schooling. They could be on the college prep track or the technical track, both dependent on how well one performs in the early years of schooling. Well, apparently, there are cases were by students of foreign origin do prefectly fine on these exams, but are “advised” to take the technical school track instead of the “college” prep track….That is down right wrong.

One of our lecturers said that the Netherlands is even more institutionally racist than America. Though difficult to believe, it presents a shocking reality of inequality and unequal opportunity. Another one of our lecturers said that a white Dutchman and a Moroccan wearing the same clothes could both be stopped on one of the Moroccan areas in the Hague. The brown man will be stopped and checked for drugs, and the white man will be stopped and asked if he needs escorting out of the neighborhood.

I don’t know about you, but I am dumbfounded. _______________

As for my impressions of Amsterdam…That is another school. I liked it a lot, but at the same time, I did not like it. When we first left the airport, the view startlingly reminded me of 1984. One of my collegues said the word “sterile” to describe the perfectly clean, symmetrical, ordered streets, highways, and buildings. Things were efficient and technologically advanced. The public bus had plasma screens for God’s sake! It was impressive for sure. But one other colleague presented the question which will always remain in my consciousness: did they have to oppress so many people in the past to be able to get where they are today? Hmm? Food for thought right?

There was no trash, social order, even the “ghetto” was nice!?! But I still felt like the streets were cold. I am used to walking down American streets and smiling and saying “hi” to a “passer-by” I may not even know. But the faces in the Netherlands were like stones. Of course not all, but that is the vibe I picked up when walking, riding on public transport, and interacting with the populous. The most cheerful of faces though came from the lovely women we dined with who volunteered for “Moassat Ma3arif”. They greeted us with smiles and warm faces and fed us the best couscous prepared with caramelized onions, raisins, and slow-cooked chicken. We talked about hijab, marriage, and life in Holland for Muslim women, and I could see their struggles as a Muslim woman living in America. One of the women was very intelligent with impeccable English told us that people actually think she is dumb because she wears the khimar. I couldn’t believe my ears. I am glad I have been given ample opportunities regardless of the fact that I also cover my hair. Hopefully the ignorance surrounding the scarf/hijab will dissipate, and I hope to be one that helps break down those stereotypes.

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