Padlocking Mounth To Mute Voice

WHAT I COME TO RECOGNIZE nowadays is that since i've decided to work and research on Black Studies, talking about African American studies in particular and trying to make connection with Africa and my transnational identity, i've noticed most of the people tried to make me beleave i was wrong. I was supposed to be wrong when testifying racism i've encountered in University and everyday life, when on the other side they had and would never encounter it. I was supposed to be wrong when trying to say that African authors deserve to be taken seriously because they made a good job in publishing books and researches about the conditions of life of Black folks. This was definitely unbeleavable in the university where most of my teachers where White and claimed they were not racist. What they tried to do is to convince me that i was the racist one to choose African and African American authors, when i should beleave their White counterparts unless i beleaved they made a bad analysis of Black conditions of living. In fact, it was no more my research and the achievements of my work that they were discussing about at the end, it was all about how to stop this legitimity of African and African American authors. Because if i couldn't rely on them, they could say that i've imagined it all and that i was fooling myself if i were not a fool, and trying to cheat as some of the m already precisely wrote it as a remark on my school works.HOW COME that they have to notice it's all about African and African American and take it like a problem and a misworking when it's not about they work relying on White authors only ? Precisely in a domain where it been a long time it has been critical to this White discourse. Some has to recognize that it's because of the black color of my skin because the real case of this counterpart of mine who is working on queers just like me or this one on postcolonial studies, when they rely on African American authors they will never be doubted to be "racist" or being wrong about their research. Even when they work is openly limited, i have come to know that mine is to got the same mark and juged the "same level". It's appears really difficult to recognize honestly when a Black student come to talk about African American authors that it has to do with achievement of a long and hard work than just with an "exotic" interest in talking about Black conditions of life. Yes, when paying to those behaviors around the achievement of a harsh and difficult investigation in talking truth with the right informations it's unavoidable to ask what if i had to be wrong and misunderstand just like this counterparts ? Will the teachers forgive me to be so ignoring and give me the same mark and juge that i have the "same level" like this White counterpart who had made a hard work for understanding Black conditions, or will they laught at me and make their best to show me how ignoring i am and how much i couldn't make this work ?FOR IF Whites can talk about Black in the university and other structures to their white counterparts when Blacks can't talk about Blacks nor even about White because they have to face a permanent trying to dismiss their work and even their presence, isn't it what we call "racisme" ? If this stance is not of a racist, then somebody come tell me how you call it ?Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great. MARK TWAIN.

Séminaire "Fuck My Brain" : Les Etudes Postcoloniales françaises

Je viens encore une fois exhorter les minorités visibles a s'intéresser sérieusement à la question de la "Race" en participant massivement aux conférences et séminaires qui en parlent. D'abord parce qu'il faut se dire que tout discours qui se tient sur la "Race" mérite débat, et ensuite parce que c'est là un moyen d'exposer son point de vue ainsi que de montrer que les minorités ont un avis sur leurs conditions de vie et sont capables de réflexion. Le séminaire "Fuck My Brain" de Marie-Hélène Bourcier dans les locaux de l'Ehess est un séminaire à même de favoriser cet échange de points de vue entre les minorités visibles, les non visibles et les différents ensembles majoritaires.

Ceux qui ont assistés au séminaire du 13 Mars 2008 auront noté que ce séminaire engagé sur la "Race" et le racisme était loin d'être un séminaire uniracial au niveau de l'énonciation du discours sur la racialité. En effet, Maxime Cervulle ayant intervenu sur le thème de la "Blanchitude et hétérosexualité : des limites des approches analogiques et comparatives" ; j'ai de même abordé le thème " Les études postcoloniales Françaises et le regard Queer sur l'Identité Noire". Ceci témoigne non seulement d'un pluridiscours, mais aussi visibilise également la diversité des points de vue sur le racisme. Il montre que différents acteurs identitaires peuvent mener un regard croisé sur le racisme. En outre, le séminaire "Fuck My Brain" permet ce débat scientifique et non hiérarchique, qui laisse place à des réflexions non consensuelles suivies d'indications bibliographiques valables et intéressantes pour ceux et celles qui s'intéressent vraiment à la question.

Avant de conclure, je voudrais insister sur le rassasiement : il ne s'agit pas de se rassasier vite quand de nombreux autres discours et point de vue méritent d'être énoncés, et d'autres démarches sont à entreprendre.

Scaring Darkness : Afraid Of The Dark

WHEN I WAS a child, i used to be afraid of the dark. I remember asking by brother and sister to come with me to the watercloset at night because i was afraid of some bad evil hiding in the dark and waiting for me. But one day i wake up with a urging need to go to the watercloset that sounded far away from my bedroom for the little child i was. I tried to wake up by sisters but they were horribly profoundly asleep. I couldn't stand it no more but nothing was really ashaming to me, even if i was still a child, than passing water on my bed or on my clothes. No matter what the reason will be because i couldn't reach the watercloset and my elder sister was asleep. That's when i come to make a real lesson for life.
AGAINST ALL ODDS and fears I took a large breath and went walking in the corridor that sounded endless, because it settled far away from my bedroom, this door of the waterclosets. The "march" to the watercloset sounded difficult to me, but the very test of opening the door was the most scaring when i got there. In fact, he was there, behind the door, or this is what I thougt. He waited on me, he was waiting for me to come, sneaking for my entering by the door. I was afraid, I was scared of him I had never seen, I was shaking but mainly I also was about to pass water on my body. If I hadn't been so ashamed of passing water on my body, I would have choosen to go back to my bedroom running, when I was going to the water closets with holding backs.
THAT'S WHEN I DECIDED and broke into the watercloset, walked to the toilet with the last holding backs i could, sat quickly and urinate. I felt good, i had made it, i had come to it. He was not there behind, he didn't waited on me, or he disappeared because he has been too scared of me. He knew i wouldn't give up the fight if we had to, I come over it, i made it by my own and i would never be scared of him again. I was really feeling upgrading proud inside me and a kind of congratulations for my achievement. It was the biggest one I'd never thought i would make it.
THAT'S WHEN I REALISE I got there, in the Dark. For it's the dark that scared me the most. But unintentionally, I went throught this dark without putting on the lights, something I could do because the ignitions where on the walls in three different parts (so that i couldn't miss it).
HAD I MADE IT deliberately, it sounded like. But if it has to be it, it might be uncounscioussly. But i had learn from that day, that the dark would be always scarefull to me if i hadn't fight with it. That's why I keep on fighting all the darks in my life till nowadays. Because i know they don't make me wick if i can strenghen from them, if I face them and subdue them.
DON'T EVER GIVE UP A BATTLE UNLESS YOU HAVE COMMITTED YOURSELF TO IT.

Hillary, If Words Don't Matter, Then...

Don't Tell Me Words Don't Matter--Obama's BEST speech YET!

W.E.B Dubois (1868-1963)

W.E.B Dubois est le critique le plus virulent de Booker T. Washington. Né le 23 Février 1868 à Great Barrington, il est le premier Afro-Américain a recevoir le diplôme de doctorat d'Harvard en 1895. Son sujet de doctorat était en effet "The Suppression of the African Slave Trade" qui fût publié par Havard. Il est aussi l'auteur de Black Reconstruction et Philadelphia.

En 1903 ils publie dans Souls Of Black Folk un essai intitulé On Mr. Booker T. Washington and Others où il donne les principales raisons pour lesquelles il s'oppose à Washington. Il a d'ailleurs surnomé le speach de Booker T. à Atlanta "Atlanta Compromise".

W.E.B Dubois a contribué à la création de la NAACP ( National Association For The Advancement of Colored People) pour laquelle il abandonna en 1910 son poste à l'université Atlanta University pour se consacrer entièrement aux activités de l'Association.

William Edward Burghardt Du Bois est un intellectuel, activiste Afro-Américain qui lutta pour les droits civiques des Noirs aux Etats-Unis, qui reçut deux prix pour la paix : en 1952 le Prix International de la paix décerné par le Conseil mondial de la paix, et en 1959 le prix Lenine pour la paix.

Etudes Postcoloniales ou études "coloniales" ?

Je leur ai dit : Je veux faire des études postcoloniales.
Ils m'ont dit : Tu ne peux pas faire des études postcoloniales !
Je leur ai dit : Mais pourquoi je ne peux pas les faire ?
Ils m'ont dit : Parce que tu es Africaine !
Je leur ai dit : Mais il y'a des français qui le font , je ne comprends pas !
Ils m'ont dit : Oui, mais eux ils peuvent !
Je leur ai dit : Je ne comprens vraiment pas, je suis française aussi.
Ils m'ont dit : Oui, mais toi tu es Noire !
Je leur ai dit : C'est pour cette raison ?
Ils m'ont dit : A moins que tu dises "Nos ancêtres les Gaullois"
Je leur ai dit : Mais je préfère mes ancêtres Africains, ou Afro-Américains
Ils m'ont dit : Tu n'as aucun droit de les préférer, tu dois préferer tes ancêtres les Gaullois !
Je leur ai dit : C'est donc ça faire des études postcoloniales ?
Ils m'ont dit : Oui, tu dois dire ce que nous voulons entendre.
Je leur ai dit : Mais vous n'avez pas besoin de moi pour ça, vous le faites déjà
Ils m'ont dit : Oui, et nous n'en sommes pas peu fier.
Je leur ai dit: Mais je veux faire des études postcoloniales
Ils m'ont dit : Arrêtes de te plaindre et joue le jeu
Je leur ai dit : Mais quel jeu ?
Ils m'ont dit : Oublies tes ancêtres, parles de nôtres !
Je leur ai dit : Pourquoi vous ne les oubliez pas les vôtres ?
Ils m'ont dit : Parce que c'est les nôtres
Je leur ai dit : Et les miens pourquoi n'y ais-je pas droit ?
Ils m'ont dit : Parce que c'est les tiens
Je leur ai demandé : Pourquoi vous ne les aimez pas ?
Ils m'ont dit : Parce qu'ils te donnent de la légitimité.
Je leur ai dit : N'y ais-je pas droit ?
Ils m'ont dit : Non, cela nous dérange.