The true identity of Ludwig van Beethoven, long considered Europe’s greatest classical music composer. Said directly, Beethoven was a black man. Specifically, his mother was a Moor, that group of Muslim Northern Africans who conquered parts of Europe—making…
Wuhhh? Yo this really must be the age of consciousness. All kinds of stuff are coming out.
I’m not really sure what I’m going to learn in Humanities. I know what I’m supposed to learn, the topics that are most likely to be covered, and the information that is deemed relevant to the aforementioned subject.
In defining Humanities though, as a study of culture and its geographical relevance, I feel like the information we’re allotted only mimics the information we’ve already been given.
What I want to learn, though, are the secret parts of the world that the textbooks don’t bother explicating. I want to know how these hidden parts of the world affect the way I’ve been taught to think or the way it could transform the conditioning of my thought process.
Recently, I found out that the popular television show “Xena: Warrior Princess” was based on Amina of Zaria, who was a princess of Zaria (a province of what we now know as Nigeria). She reigned the Zazzau kingdom around 1545, and enriched it with metal workers and skilled warriors. She built earthen walls, known as Amina’s Walls that still stand.
As a child, I was obsessed with Xena. As I began to identify with my own growing ideals, she became a figure of feminine power and is generally coined as the “feminist hero” . That ‘feminist’ character is based on a black woman who understood and exerted her power, (and her legacy just reaffirms that traditional african culture have always been matrifocal). When I found out, I felt slighted and deceived. Had I known about Amina as a child - a real black female warrior, I would have been able to kill some of the victim inside of me. But the west will not willingly tell us the stories that we need to hear about our own cultures - to the west, we are a symbol of the greatest european conquer. Look what they’ve gotten from us; our strongest children, our resources. The humanities textbook we are reading for this class will not teach me about my humanity, but rather a thwarted one - plagued with years of taking the love from other people.
To Your Credit, You Took It Down Faster Than Expected. But I Caught It, And It Was Very Dope. Good Shit.from darthdream
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View Larger Amina of Zaria
Amina was born around 1533 in Zaria, a province of today’s Nigeria. She was the daughter of Bakwa of Turunku. Their family’s wealth was derived from the trade of leather goods, cloth, kola, salt, horses and imported metals.
When Bakwa died in 1566, the crown of Zazzua passed to Amina’s younger brother, Karama. Their sister, Zaria, fled the region and little is known about her.
Although Bakwa’s reign was known for peace and prosperity, Amina chose to hone her military skills from the warriors of the Zazzau military. As a result, she emerged as leader of the Zazzua cavalry. Many accolades, great wealth, and increased power resulted from her numerous military achievements.
When her brother Karama died after a ten-year rule, Amina had matured into a fierce warrior and had earned the respect of the Zazzau military and she assumed the reign of the kingdom.
Amina led her first military charge a few months after assuming power. For the rest of her 34 year reign, she continued to fight and expand her kingdom to the greatest in history. The objective for initiating so many battles was to make neighbouring rulers her vassal and permit her traders safe passage. In this way, she boosted her kingdom’s wealth and power with gold, slaves, and new crops. Because her people were talented metal workers, Amina introduced metal armor, including iron helmets and chain mail, to her army.
To her credit, she fortified each of her military camps with an earthen wall. Later, towns and villages sprung up within these protective barriers. The walls became known as Amina’s Walls and many of them remain in existence to this day.
According to legend, Amina refused to marry and never bore children. Instead, she took a temporary husband from the legions of vanquished foes after every battle. After spending one night together, she would condemn him death in the morning in order to prevent him from ever speaking about his sexual encounter with the queen.
Legend also decrees she died during a military campaign at Atagara near Bida in Nigeria. Her exploits earned her the moniker Amina, daughter of Nikatau, a woman as capable as a man. Her legendary escapades made her the model for the television series Xena Warrior Princess. Today, her memory represents the spirit and strength of womanhood.
Why could we not have a black potagonist !! Fuck hollywood
Xena should have been BLACK! Fuck Lucy Lawless! Gina Torres shoulda been up in that bitch!!!!
and here is what i learned today.
^ same
CRAZY!!!!
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Police are asking for the public’s help in locating two Laurelton children they say went missing yesterday.
Darnell, 11, and Chelsea Williams, 13, were last seen on 234th Road in Laurelton on Thursday, January 26.
Darnell, described as approximately 4-feet-10-inches tall, 80 pounds, with black hair and brown eyes, was last seen wearing a red Old Navy Hooded sweatshirt, black Air Jordan sneakers and blue jeans.
Chelsea, described as approximately 5-feet-3-inches tall, 155 pounds, with black hair and brown eyes, was last seen wearing a black Pea coat, dark sweat pants, brown Polo boots and a grey scarf.
Anyone with information in regards to this missing is asked to call Crime Stoppers at 800-577-TIPS (8477). The public can also submit their tips by logging onto Crime Stoppers website at WWW.NYPDCRIMESTOPPERS.COM or by texting their tips to CRIMES (274637), then enter TIP577.
We know.
Jan. 17, 2012: President Obama runs into Michelle unexpectedly on her 48th birthday in the basement of the White House.
People have told me/
that my brain is a bronzed/
drinking gourd/
with so much whistle/
so much promise/
Today I caught my own/
filament/
in a subway window and
thought/ ‘this is the
face of someone who
will win’/ and kept
staring.
I travel home/ after this
the night/ coasting on
my back/ my mother says
“you really believe/ that
this is how you will change
the world?”/ the snarl
in her voice/ shoving my
boisterous/ness to the walls/
I shrugged the half/ atlas of/
my body towards the/ door
steady silencing/ the corrosion
and I just/ stood there and/
made myself really/ feel
it/ made my entire/ frame
conduct the/ costly exit of
a missile/
(If you were to rearrange
these stanzas in any
conceivable combination
the story would never change.)
Arrogance.
I know.
It’s a big word. And it stings. But it’s appropriate.
Arrogance.
Something is so great about you, and your love, and your sex, and your macaroni and cheese that you can overcome his relationship trepidation.
He hasn’t known love like yours. He hasn’t met a girl like you. What y’all have is different.
Bullshit.
This man has seen you. He has known you. He has kicked it with you and laughed with you, and knows enough about you to realize that he DOES want to spend time with you.
He knows your love and what it’s capable of juuuuuuuuust fine.
Trust that, in the weeks and months that y’all have been not-titled booed up, he has inventoried your character and your you.
And made a determination that he doesn’t want a relationship with either.
Your birthday! You old now girlfrom honestwanderlustheart
ancient lmao
That poem was very captivating, if you haven't already, you should try slam. For some reason I feel like your poetry would transform amazingly from page to stage. Either way I love it.from meaganliving
Thank you :)
I do slam, its my root…dont know where I would be without it. :) thanks again
Your poetry! :))from theartis
:) thank you for reading!
