Bobbie Washington braiding her daughter Ayana’s hair, Langton St. 1982Photography by Janet Delaney
”..I was part of the transitional community, but when I got there I became more and more aware of the impact that gentrification was having on the neighbourhood. I myself was part of it as a young white woman moving in. So the point was that change happens in cities but how is it mediated and at whose cost? Who plays and who pays? My neighbourhood was a very tight knit African-American community and then a Filipino community came in as they were establishing themselves in the neighbourhood and before that it had been an Irish part of town. It had always been the landing place for new immigrants because it was the working class neighborhood with lots of factories, lots of jobs and housing right next to the jobs. And I was watching the transition as the rents increased and it became more desirable to live there, because of urban renewal and the Moscone Convention Centre coming in. This change was hard to name photographically because it hadn’t happened yet so I decided to photograph the people represented who had been moved out.”
I’m no hip-hop head. I never became enamored with the music that grew out of one the most important cultural movements of that last century. The rap music I’ve known has mostly inspired me kinetically but rarely emotionally.
Lazy! If you can't afford one of the basic expenses of running a business, you shouldn't be running a business. Go back to school and learn how to run a business! Get a better business model! Why should you expect the rest of us to prop up your failure by feeding and clothing the employees YOU can't pay for with our tax money?
"Black Women Property Twice" via New Model Minority [‘08- #Archives]
When the dude on Saturday kept grabbing my wrist, I flashed back to that night in Hayward. I also began to think about Cynthia Grant Bowman’s essay on street harassment and how it affects women. She discusses how it impacts our ability to be ourselves, our ability to function and just have serenity in our day to day lives on the street, and the ability to move from point a to b in the street without the threat of violence or 8 million cat calls, hey shorties, what up boo, hey miss, etc.
Blog Archive “The Intern Game Reminds Me of the Crack Game” via New Model Minority [Via April 2011]
Well. The New York Times has a piece up about interns working for free. Shout out to @rafikam for the tip.
Ross Perlin writes in an op-ed,The uncritical internship fever on college campuses — not to mention the exploitation of graduate student instructors, adjunct faculty members and support staff — is symptomatic of a broader malaise. Far from being the liberal, pro-labor bastions of popular image, universities are often blind to the realities of work in contemporary America.
In politics, film, fashion, journalism and book publishing, unpaid internships are seen as a way to break in. (The New York Times has paid and unpaid interns.) But the phenomenon goes beyond fields seen as glamorous.
Three-quarters of the 10 million students enrolled in America’s four-year colleges and universities will work as interns at least once before graduating, according to the College Employment Research Institute. Between one-third and half will get no compensation for their efforts, a study by the research firm Intern Bridge found. Unpaid interns also lack protection from laws prohibiting racial discrimination and sexual harassment.Ah. Please reconcile how the “American Dream” means working for free with the promise of getting paid one day?
Why would I pay you later if you are working for free now?
The crack game is capitalism in its purest form. In some ways interns, the artists and the mommas being expected to work for free represents capitalism as that 100 percent uncut to the gut as well.
From the Archives “Watching “The Best Man”: Old Movie New Feminist Lens via New Model Minority” [#Archives 2012]
In the book Beyond the BlackLady Lisa Thompson helped me to think about how women in general were presented in the film, Nia Long’s character in particular. Thompson writes,
”The middle class black woman (or Black lady) represents a problem to be avoided; she is too indpendent, too intelligent, and too self sufficient. The men declare her a threat and romantic outcast who resonates to them in the same register as “the lesbian”.