Thursday, January 31, 2008

My First Love


My senior year of high school I went to UNC to visit. This guy took a group of us to observe a college class. He sent me a note asking which schools I had been accepted. I thought nothing else about him. Advance forward to my first week on campus my freshman year. The two large dorms, Morrison and Hinton James, had a party for the freshman. Same random guy was there as a counselor. After the party he volunteered to walk my friend and I back to the dorm. Sure, whatever.

Two days later I see him in the cafeteria, we lock eyes, and within hours become a couple. (Remember this is before I even started classes my freshman year.) Anthony and I stayed together for three years until he graduated. People often called us "The Happy Couple" because we were always together and also constantly smiling. He walked me to my classes and we always made sure our dorm rooms were placed next to each other. He became my best friend at UNC and I shared all of my hopes, dreams, experiences and fears with him. I was truly in love. But that love scared me at the age of 20. I thought about how college is the time you get to know various people, and he was the only man I ever met. I still had another year at Carolina so we broke up in 1997 and I decided to see what else was out there.

Anthony will tell you that I was the person he envisioned himself marrying. However while he was always ready to settle down, it wasn't until about 6 years ago that I was honestly ready to consider marrying someone. By then he had moved on with his life and now has a wife and two kids. Recently we met for lunch in North Carolina. Although we've talked on the phone, this was our first time together alone since we broke up. I was nervous at first, but we had a blast. We spent three hours reliving the college days and both apologized for things done wrong. When I asked the waitress to take our picture, she said "You all are such a great couple!" (lol) I drove away with flashback memories of the strongest relationship I have been a part of. I realized that he loved me for the person I was and will always be there to protect me. He helped me remember the genuine qualities I need to look for in my next potential mate/relationship and that all people come into your life for a reason.

Who would have known that while I was sitting in the back of a UNC classroom, planning what I'd wear to prom, that a guy would be put into my life that would show me what true love really is?! I say this because you never know when the next "he/she" will be placed into your life. Watch out, now!!

Mayor Kwame Kilpatrick May Have Lied Under Oath


Detroit Mayor Kwame Kilpatrick has, for the first time, publicly addressed a sex scandal that has rocked his administration. Giving a speech while holding hands with his wife, Kilpatrick asked the city of Detroit to forgive him for his sins.

"I would never quit on you, ever," said Kilpatrick. "We've got a lot of work to do. And with your help, I am going to continue to lead this city in getting the work done."

Wednesday, the Detroit Free Press reported that Mayor Kwame Kilpatrick may have lied under oath about having an affair with his Chief of Staff, Christine Beatty. Kilpatrick was also accused of lying about his firing of Deputy Chief Gary Brown.

Kym Worthy, the county prosecutor, has announced that an investigation is being opened into wrong-doing. If found guilty, Kwame Kilpatrick could face time in prison.

Rather than denying the affair, as Bill Clinton did nearly 10 years ago, Kilpatrick took full responsibility, stating, "To all of you who have believed in what we have been doing in this city since 2002, to all of you who have believed in me and my leadership, to all of you who have stuck with me through difficult times, to all of you who have prayed for me, I'm sorry."

Mayor Kilpatrick's wife, Carlita Kilpatrick also stepped in to provide support for her husband. She also noted that she and Kwame were having problems.

"Like all marriages, ours is not perfect," she said. "But through our commitment to God and each other, my husband and I will get through this. Yes, I am angry, I am hurt, and I am disappointed. But there is no question I love my husband."

Kwame Kilpatrick refused to discuss details of the sex scandal during his speech.
"Because there are legal matters pending at this moment, unfortunately I am unable to discuss any of those issues at this time."

Kilpatrick finished off his speech with a public apology.

"Most of all tonight, I want to make a public apology to my entire family, and specifically to the four people who I love the most in this world," said Mayor Kilpatrick.

"First, I want to apologize to my sons, Jelani, Jalil and Jonas. For the first time in my life I had to have a conversation with my 12-year-old twin sons about very grown up things. It was, without a doubt, the hardest conversation that I've ever had in my entire life.

"Finally, and most importantly, I want to make a public apology to my wife, Carlita, who I fell in love with when I was 19 years old. We decided to build a family together and we did that. Our marriage has not been perfect, but it has been great."

Reporters were barred from Kwame Kilpatrick's speech, given in a relatively empty room in the church that he and his family attend. Kilpatrick did not address the woman that he allegedly had the affair with, Christine Beatty. Instead, he focused on his marriage to his wife, Carlita Kilpatrick.

"This has been a situation where, yes, it's been embarrassing, yes it's been painful," the mayor said. "But through all of that, through the grace of God, we've also had a feeling of thankfulness and freedom. We have committed to moving forward together to make our marriage better and stronger."

Whether the public chooses to forgive Mayor Kilpatrick is up to debate. The American public forgave Bill Clinton for his relationship with Monica Lewinsky, but there are some who doubt that a young black politician can be as easily forgiven.

Kwame Kilpatrick, one of the youngest mayors in America, has been under a great deal of controversy since he took office. While being supported strongly by the city of Detroit, many have criticized his unconventional style of leadership as arrogant and overbearing. It is yet to be seen if he can overcome his most recent controversy.

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Don't Sweat the Small Things: Let Go and Let God

I am one of those people who constantly worry about things that they can't control. I can't help it. This problem has plagued me all of me life. Maybe it stems from the burden of being the oldest child--the one with all of the responsibility.

For example, I remember going to a house party and worrying about people spilling things on the carpet and IT WASN'T EVEN MY HOUSE. I can laugh about it now, but as my friend would say "Girl, you are always ON." I knew exactly what she meant.

I needed to calm down and live in the moment, but that was easier said than done for a girl who loved planning out everything.

One restless night, I sat in bed contemplating what I was going to do with my future. I had many of those nights.

Suddenly, I heard this song on the radio and it touched my heart. It gave me the peace of mind that I was searching for over the years.

I want to share this song with everyone. Listen to the words and embrace the message. Here it is....


LET GO
by Dewayne Woods

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Lil Wayne and Heath Ledger: What They Have in Common



Shortly before Lil Wayne’s arrest, I’d recently become reacquainted with him. I’ve met a lot of artists through time, and even when I’d met Wayne a couple of years ago, I wasn’t impressed. I honestly didn’t feel, at the time, that his music was all that good. But this year, I was proven wrong. Lil Wayne came up like Godzilla from the ocean, and he now has my respect. Sort of.

Heath Ledger has had an equally meteoric rise, with that rise expected to go on full blast with his latest role as The Joker in the new Batman film. The Joker’s presence appears to be the central theme of the movie and I am sure there are rooms full of Hollywood executives trying to figure out how to manage the fact that one of the two most important people in their new blockbuster film is now lying in a casket.

I feel bad for Heath Ledger and Lil Wayne. It appears that both of them had an odd love affair with a set of mind altering substances.

There are at least three clear differences between Heath Ledger and Lil Wayne: First, one guy is dead and the other only has a death wish. Secondly, one guy’s substances are illegal, and the other guy’s stuff should be outlawed. Third, I am not sure if Heath Ledger ever had a chance to experience the greatness of Lil Wayne, and I would not be surprised if Lil Wayne missed out on Broke Back Mountain. I honestly missed it too, it was just too weird.

But that’s where the differences seem to end.

Drugs are everywhere. As a college professor, I’ve seen drugs destroy the lives of many otherwise normal, happy, healthy young people. What’s worse is that many of our greatest drug dealers are major corporations. I tire of seeing one commercial after another, seeking to bring out the hypochondriac in all of us. They overmedicate our kids to turn them into lifeless, wide-eyed, zombies. They tell old men that they can have bigger penises and use them more often. Anyone who can’t sleep or has a series of bad days is given something in a bottle that will make the bad days turn sunny.

Actually, they’re right. People on drugs are usually much happier than those who actually face their problems and work through them….at least for a while.
I am not here to say that psychiatric medication is not necessary. I like the idea that I can escape the pain of surgery and suddenly see Halle Berry in a bikini. However, the idea that our society allows an industry to make money hand over fist by getting us all hooked on their product is quite disturbing. Pookie on the corner offering hits to school children has been overshadowed by men in business suits showing up at the same school to offer a more powerful product.

Heath Ledger had problems, and his doctor gave him prescriptions to make it better. He eventually dies from an overdose. Lil Wayne surely has problems of his own, since the list of haters gets long when you’re on top. He found his own medication. Part of the reason I never wanted to be a huge celebrity is that the psychological toll can be astronomical. In this case, the inability to handle this toll has stolen the life of one of our most talented celebrities, and may steal the livelihood of another.

I must admit that all of this just makes me sad. But then again, I’m sure some company will soon offer me a drug that can make it go away. Perhaps I should see my pusher….err uhh…doctor. Either one would be just fine.

Dr. Boyce Watkins is a Professor at Syracuse University. He makes regular appearances in national media, including CNN, FOX, BET, CBS, and ESPN. For more information, please visit www.BoyceWatkins.com.

Friday, January 18, 2008

"Thy Closets Runneth Over"

closetOkay, I will be the first to admit that I have A LOT of clothes.  I really do.  But it's not completely my fault. Part of it is because I haven't grown for the past decade.  I've been the same height and weight since college so I never really have a reason to throw a good piece of clothing away.  The other part of the 'reason for the season' is my mother.  My mother and I wore the same clothing size and same shoe size.  When she passed away, my closet almost doubled.  She wore the classiest suit and had some pretty amazing shoes. Whenever I wear something that belonged to her and someone asks what brand it is, I say it came from the "Mom Collection". 

I recently took a tour of all the closet space I use just to see how bad it really is.  First there's the walk-in closet in the Master Bedroom.  One side consists strictly of tops.  They are separated: sleeveless, short sleeve, long sleeve and blazers.  Each individual shirt section is also divided by color.  On the other side are all of my pant suits, skirt suits and pants.  Throughout the closet are rows and rows of shoes racks and above the clothes are my collections of sweatshirts.  I then walk across the room to a dresser and see 2 shelves of casual tops and shelf of jeans.  The other dresser in the room has t-shirts, undergarments, socks etc.

That's sounds like about in itself - but that is only one room!  The office has a closet that holds all of my sweaters and casual sweat outfits (matching top and bottom).  One guest bedroom closet holds all of my dresses and skirts.  I just love dresses!  The next guest bedroom holds my formal dresses and my mother's clothes from Africa.  Then I find the dresser that really lets me know that I have far too many clothes.  This dresser has four drawers.  The top drawer contains all of my bathing suits and sports bras for working out.  The next drawer holds my other tops for working out.  The next drawer has all of my long pants for working out and the bottom drawer contains all of my shorts for working out.

I realize that I could clothe an entire village in Africa and probably their distance relatives in Asia.  I've made the commitment to go through my closets and donate the clothes that I haven't worn in years. That's not the easiest thing to do, though.  Sometimes you'll hold up something you've worn once in 10 years but have such a wonderful memory of the time you wore it that it's hard to let it go.  I also will not put another new item in my closet until I get rid of something else. Parting is such sweet sorrow, but as I watch my stack of clothes grow that I will donate to charity, I know I'll be help bring a smile to someone's face as they prepare for an interview, go to church or get dressed for a first date.

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Oprah Winfrey's "OWN" Television Network

Oprah Winfrey already has a top-rated talk show, Web site, magazine, XM satellite radio network and a number of TV movies, now she is stamping her name on a TV network.

It was announced Tuesday, that The Oprah Winfrey Network (OWN) will debute next year as part of a deal with Discovery Communications, according to The Associated Press.

The new network will replace the Discovery Health Network which has been declining in popularity over the years.

The deal states that OWN will be a 50-50 partnership between Discovery Communications and Winfrey's Harpo Productions Inc.

Winfrey will be chairwoman of the new network, which will reach 70 million cabel accesssible homes.

"This is an evolution of what I've been able to do every day," Winfrey said.

Furthermore, Winfrey plans to show programs that deal with issues such as health, raising children, wealth and relationships.

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

My Braids by Donisha Adams

Hair texture and hairstyles have been complex issues in the African American community. Some of us prefer to straighten our hair, while others prefer to “go natural.” No one is right or wrong, but the causes for these modifications may be deeply rooted in American society and socialization theories.

American society is driven by white standards of beauty—that blond hair, blue eyed and model thin look. Media perpetuates this ideology in movies, television shows and books. They teach us that there is only one way to look, well if you want to be successful anyway.

Braids, cornrows and dreadlocks symbolize our culture—where we have come from and where we have yet to go. They are a link to our ancestors and they pay honor to creativity and originality.

I wear long, flowing braids because they are beautiful and they allow me to pay homage to tradition. I cherish my badge of individuality, knowing that my braids may look odd to some people. However, I know that people judge me by my braids.

Growing up in Washington, DC, most of the girls that I knew had braids of all different shapes, sizes and colors. If I had some nice braids, people in my community would be sure to let me know. On the other hand, if I had too much “new growth” I would be told to get a “touch-up” immediately. This is how things are. This was how things were—that is until I decided to attend a predominantly white college in Pennsylvania.

“How do you get your hair like that?” “Does it hurt?” I heard all of these comments and more, on the day-to-day basis. While some comments were positive, some of them hurt.

The hair debate is very heated when it comes to the professional world, especially a career in journalism. For instance, I have been told many times that I should not wear braids to an interview, because it is not professional. People tell me: “It is better to straighten your hair and tie it back.” What is really being said is that white employers (and some black employers) will be less likely to hire me if I have braids.

Why is this? Do braids symbolize how smart I am? People might look at my braids and see all of the ethnic stereotypes—loud, uneducated, ghetto girl, because that is what they see on television.

However, I am ME-the smart, funny, beautiful and polite young woman who likes to wear her hair in braids. I am just as qualified as the next person so check my resume before you look at my braids.

Supporters of the Confederacy are Sending a Message to You with Talks of Lynching and the Emergence of Hangman Nooses



by Syreeta McNeal - CPA, JD

On or about May 2, 2007, it was reported by news outlets that Senator Barack Obama announced he would seek the 2008 Democratic nomination for President of the United States. It is amazing that reporters stated that Obama’s announcement invoked the memory of President Abraham Lincoln as he made his announcement in Springfield, Illinois. It is kind of ironic the comparison of Senator Obama to President Lincoln. President Lincoln’s election compelled the Confederacy to break from the Union in 1861 and eventually led to the assassination of President Lincoln on April 14, 1865 (just five (5) days after the end of the American Civil War), but I will get into that a little bit later.

Now since Senator Obama’s announcement, we have had a string of incidents that invoke a very dark period in America’s history. The following list of incidents is not complete but illustrative of this essay’s purpose:

A 6-inch string tied as a noose was found in an African-American cadet's sea bag in July 2007
A white female civil rights instructor found a small noose in her office at the academy in New London, Connecticut in August 2007
Nooses hung under a perceived “white only” tree at Jena, LA High School on or about September 1, 2007
A noose was discovered at the University of Maryland in a tree near a building that houses several black campus groups in September 2007
A noose appeared in the locker room of the Hempstead, N.Y., police department, which recently touted its efforts to recruit minorities on or about September 29, 2007
A noose was seen hanging on a utility pole at the Anniston Army Depot in Alabama on or about October 2, 2007
A noose hangs outside a Columbia University professor's office on in New York on or about October 9, 2007
Nooses hung before a tolerance rally at Cal State Fullerton on or about November 7, 2007
Ms. Kelly Tighman’s, who is a native of Myrtle Beach, SC, comments that we should “lynch him (Tiger Wood’s) in a back alley” on the Golf Channel broadcast on Friday, January 4, 2008

Some Americans and international viewers think the mention of “lynching” or placement of “hangman nooses” are jokes and no big deal. Even supporters of Obama state that his platform is not about race and it should not be an issue. However, below is a little history that might shed light on the recent talk of lynching and emergence of hangman nooses. I believe it is not a coincidence, but is a historical message that has reared its ugly head again.

Excerpt from MSN Encarta Encyclopedia on “lynching” states the following:
Lynching, hanging or other types of executions, in punishment of a presumed criminal offense, carried out by self-appointed commissions or mobs, without due process of law. The term lynching is generally believed to be derived from the name of a Virginia justice of the peace, Charles Lynch, who ordered extralegal punishment for Tory acts during the American Revolution (1775-1783). Frontier settlements in the United States often lacked established law enforcement agencies and, instead, exercised summary justice through vigilantes. Western pioneers punished murder, rape, horse thievery, and other capital crimes by resorting to lynching.
Even before the American Civil War (1861-1865), many lynchings took place in Southern states. The violence was usually directed at members of the abolitionist movement or others who worked to end the system of slavery. After the war lynching became a method of terrorism against black people in the South. During the period of Reconstruction, the Ku Klux Klan used lynching to intimidate freed blacks who were voting and assuming political power in many parts of the South.

As illustrated by the historical text on lynching, the use of lynching and hangman nooses signifies opposition to black progress in voting and assuming political power. Hence, I believe opponents of black political progress are trying to intimidate those who support Obama becoming the first black president of the U.S. Some people ask why I would make that assertion. Well, if you do not know, history can and often does repeat itself. That is what is happening with the recent occurrences of these symbols of racial hatred.

Another illustration to support my assertion is that two prominent presidents, President Abraham Lincoln (16th President of the United States from 1861 to 1865) and President John F. Kennedy (35th President of the United States from 1961 to 1963) suffered horrible deaths at the hands of agents or locations associated with the Confederate South. Both presidents, just happened to be white, sought to implement change of political status for African-Americans in key points of each of their respective terms.

President Lincoln initiated the Emancipation Proclamation of 1863 to free slaves confined in the Confederate South. The Confederate South rejected this legislation for two years until the end of the American Civil War in 1865. Also, the Confederate South, signaled their displeasure of this promising legislation to blacks by having their agent, John Wilkes Booth, assassinate President Lincoln on April 14, 1865 (five (5) days after the end of the American Civil War).

Similar to President Lincoln, President Kennedy made a speech on the evening of June 11, 1963 after sending Alabama National Guardsmen to help two African-American students attend classes at the University of Alabama even-though Alabama Governor George Wallace threatened to prevent it. In President Kennedy’s speech, he informed the American public that he would request Congress to pass laws to give blacks equal access to jobs, public accommodations, voting, and education under federal law. What later became known as the Civil Rights Act of 1964 and Voting Rights Act of 1965 did not pass under President Kennedy’s presidency. Unfortunately, President Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas, TX on November 22, 1963, roughly four (4) months later after this speech to work to bring legislation to better blacks’ lives in America.


Now, we have Obama, a black man, who many perceive has a legitimate shot to attain the highest office of the executive branch in America in the upcoming 2008 presidential election. Is this truly a coincidence of the recent occurrence of talks of lynching and emergence of hangman nooses? Or are the supporters of the Confederate South trying to send supporters of Obama a message as they had done to President Lincoln and President Kennedy? Black America, are you really ready to see what consequences can emerge with the growing possibility of Obama reaching the pinnacle of the oval office in America in 2008?

If you are, my advice to you is TO BRACE YOURSELF, because supporters of the Confederate South and its methodology are going to make it very difficult or even impossible for that dream of an Obama Presidency in 2008 to be a SUSTAINABLE reality.

Saturday, January 12, 2008

And Baby Makes 3 (or 4)




Two of my best friends are pregnant - very pregnant. It's been pretty amazing to watch them over the past several months. Although both are pretty close in their delivery dates, their experiences have been very different. My first friend is expecting her first child. She married her high school sweetheart and once she turned 30 she said she'd be ready to start a family. Although she didn't want to know the sex of her child, her husband did. After only a few weeks, while he was out of town, he told his cousin the sex. While my friend talked to the cousin via phone, she said "He's going to be a great baby. I mean 'it'!" Once she found out the sex, she was excited to see the penis ultrasound. Unfortunately, her husband hid it in a spot so she wouldn't find it. It was hidden so good that he forgot where it was. It was in one of his 200 CD cases, he just didn't remember which one!

Being a local news anchor, she's had to struggle with buying more maternity clothes than the average person. As she continued to grow and expand on camera, she must continue to smile and show her glow. I traveled with this friend to Viriginia over the Christmas holidays to spend time with her family. She had not yet told this side of her family that she was pregnant, seven months pregnant! They all walked in wide eyed. While all were happy at the news, they were somewhat upset that she didn't tell them and surprised that she kept a secret for so long. Once we returned home, she developed a craving for oranges, her feet started swelling and she took down the 'man room' in order to set up a nursery. She and her husband are both big UNC fans so they already have a Carolina outfit to bring their son home.

My other friend is expecting her second son. She married her college sweetheart and this pregnancy has not been a pretty ride. Although she is not due until the beginning of April, she was put in the hospital on bed rest starting December 11. She unfortunately had to celebrate her son's 3rd birthday, Christmas and New Year's Eve in the hospital. There is nothing worse that eating hospital food over the holidays while looking at the bare white walls for hours upon end. Since she has a lot of time to do absolutely nothing, she became fixed on the horoscope of her future son. Since she'll probably deliver early, there is a great chance that he will be a Pisces instead of an Aries. Everyone else in her family is an air sign and she doesn't know how a water sign could co-exist. I asked her if there was anything good about being pregnant and she said, "It sucks." I asked her husband the same thing and he agreed.

I've never been pregnant so I can't say I can relate to anything they are going through. My stomach has never expanded outside of being bloated. I've never developed a waddle. It's impossible for me to imagine a child developing inside. But I did see the light! While sitting in the hospital room of my bed ridden friend, I saw her look over at her young son. I could see the love in her eyes and the admiration in her heart. So, while being knocked up may be hell-in-a-handbasket, it's about the promise of the future and the creation of their love and partnership. Get ready world, two fine young gentlemen are getting ready to take the world by storm!

Thursday, January 10, 2008

"Get Low" ~ (Our Song) by Donisha Adams

Get low, get low, get reaaaal low until you touch the floor/

Those that spread their hate/ Those that kill your spirit leaving carnage in their wake/

They make you get low, get low, get reaaal low/

Those that want your body without taking the time.../the time to wonder about the inner trappings of your mind/Those that say they love-like love was a brand new pair of Jordans that can be bought/I know that love is blind/

Yahhh, they make you FEEL low, FEEL low, FEEL reaaaal low until you feel this____big.

Who helps the little girls who are caught up in deception?/ Who can't love themselves unless they look like VIDEO GIRLS/

They feel low, feel low, feel reaaaal low-trapped/

Their wings have been cut/No one taught them how to fly/ Above it all/ And eventhough you are 5 feet tall you can still carry yourself like you are a GIANT/But, here you are in the club EVERY NIGHT trying to be seen/ Feeling good because you are looking like that VIDEO GIRL/Letting some man treat you like dirt...because "atleast you got a man."/ And sometimes love hurts/

Gettin low, gettin low, gettin real low until u hit the floor./

One day, you will see/ You create your own self-image/ You create your destiny/ You demand respect./When all is said and done you give yourself the wings to...

Get high, get high. Get reeeaaal high until...you...reach...THE SKY!

Sunday, January 6, 2008

Happy New Year 2008




Happy New Year!!  I wish you all the blessings for 2008! 

 

The year 2007 started out horribly for me.  My desktop computer crashed.  I attended the funeral of my grandmother in FayettevilleNC.  I then traveled back to Louisville to attend a second funeral for her (family drama).  While watching the news I saw that there was a car accident where a man running from the cops crashed into a car ejecting seven kids.  Two of these kids were my former students.  I went to the hospital to see one of their precious souls on life support.  That sight went straight to my heart.  Then the heat in my house went out and I had to purchase a new heater.  Then my laptop crashed.  My boyfriend and I broke up. Oh, and did I mention that all of this occurred before January 20, 2007?

 

I prayed daily that this would not be how all of 2007 existed.  Luckily, my bad luck ended there.  On January 26, I went out on an outing that would change the rest of my life.  Renee Murphy, Shannon Maxey and Tioka Ivory entered my life.  I was never one to be a part of a girl group or a ‘chic clique’ but these women have become my best friends.  It is simply amazing how God puts people into your life.  I didn’t ask for them to be placed there, but he knew it was what I needed in my life.  These women have been there for me through thick and thin and I am truly blessed for their existence.

 

The rest of my year went pretty well.  I was able to travel to North CarolinaCleveland for the Women’s Final Four,PhiladelphiaSt. LouisArizona, Virginia, Detroit and who can forget Puerto Vallarta.  I expanded OnyxLouisville and have met many wonderful people in the Louisville community.  I was able to join several Boards and also became a volunteer ‘Big” through the Big Brother/Big Sister program.  I was fortunate to see a plethora of top notch plays, concerts and performances here.  I lost my tonsils, gained a nickname and almost became a guest on the Oprah Show. 

 

December 31, 2007 ended with an odd twist, but I do believe everything happens for a reason.  I’m still waiting for genuine, true love to enter in my life.  I know it will happen when the time is right.  It’s going to be great in 2008 and I can’t wait to see what the future holds.  

Friday, January 4, 2008

DNA Testing Frees Dallas Man

Charles Chatman left a Dallas courtroom Thursday, with his arms raised in victory. The 42-year-old man was released after spending 26 years in prison for rape that DNA tests proved he did not commit.

“I’m bitter. I’m angry,” Chatman said. He continued: “But I’m not angry or bitter to the point where I want to hurt anyone or get revenge.”

Chatman said that his race proved to be a factor in his conviction, noting that there was one black member of the jury.

In 1981, Chatman was arrested for aggravated sexual assault after a white woman pointed him out in a lineup as the man who raped her. He was sentenced to 99 years in prison.

Although Chatman lived five houses from the victim, he said that he did not know her.

“I was convicted because a black man committed a crime against a white woman,” Chatman said. He continued: “And I was available.”

This case made Chatman the 15th Dallas County inmate since 2001 to be exonerated by DNA testing.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

An Unusual Pain


I love to workout!!! Most of my friends call me a gym rat because you can find me in the gym several days a week. They recently opened a new gym here and it the best thing ever invented. It was love at first sight! This gym has a cardio studio, swimming pool, aerobics classes, pilates machines, full basketball court and a track. Did you hear me? This gym has an indoor track. There are no other gyms in my city with one.

As soon as I saw the track, I flashed back to my high school days of running track and field. I used to HATE to run track and field, but I was good at it. My first year of middle school I went out for the track team. The sprinters were being timed in the 200 and everyone had to pair up. I was very small in size and also shy. I did the calculations and noticed that I would be the only person without a partner. I became nervous. So what did I do? I saw my friends running long distance and joined them when they made their way past me. In that moment I became a long distance runner. I went most of the season running the distance, but my track coach caught on. He noticed that during the mile I'd run at a slow pace for the first three laps. However, on the last lap I always had a great deal of energy and would sprint to run past all of the other runners to win the race. I did not run the other two years of middle school. However, the track coach told my mother that I really needed to run in high school.

So I enter high school and my mother told me to let her know when track season began. I sat in class daily listening to the announcements that track would start in a couple of weeks. I'd go home each day and my mother would inquire if they mentioned anything about track. I always said "no". I completely avoided track my freshman year. During my sophomore year, my mother caught on to what I was doing and asked the athletic director to personally call her when track season started. During the first practice we all lined up to run the 100. I heard all of the upperclassmen girls talking junk. I was intimidated. But, when the whistle blew, I beat them all. This is when I knew I was talented.

The three years of running track I never put forth my best effort, but I won many races. I went to State Track Meet for three years. Once I graduated college and returned home, I ended up coaching the girl's track team from my high school. Many of these girls had the same lack of enthusiasm that I had. That was the first moment that I appreciated track (although it was too late for me!)

Push ahead to 2007/2008 and the beautiful track that sat ahead of me. I relived my high school days and sprinted around the track for my cardio. I was often complimented on my speed and many were impressed. Not only would I sprint, I also started doing hurdles (without the actual hurdles). Today was one of those days. I was working it. Straight working it. My right leg would shoot into the air and my stride was tight! I think I overdid it, though, because my right quad started hurting.

Once I arrived home, I took a long bath to relax my muscle. While my quad started hurting, I had a new unusual pain. It was in the front part of my private part. What does that muscle have to do with the hurdles? When I say it hurt, I mean it really hurt. I couldn't even stand up all the way to walk down the steps. I found myself laughing hysterically because I didn't really know how to explain the situation to anyone. I couldn't get the trainers at the gym to massage my muscle because that would have been a straight invasion of my privacy. I didn't want to put ice on it for fear of freezing things that I may need later in life. I am just hoping it heals on my own. So as you go to sleep to night, please pray for me and my private part muscle. I will forever be grateful!

Monday, December 31, 2007


CHOICES
by Donisha Adams

Have you seen the little boy who chases the dead?
Have you seen the little boy?
I said
Well, I have.
He only comes out at night
And wears a ghastly look.
--such a fright.
Something- has- h i m- shook.
Face shriveled up as if he has seen a ghost
.
Or maybe he just saw himself
Nothing but a reflection in a shadow (feeling of nothingness)
His own future cannot be seen
He is too consumed in the superficial
No clarification here
Just a void
He feels null in void
I see him
Tired, as if he has never seen a bed
But decked out from head to toe.
His mother asked, “Where did you get that money from?”
He replied: “I don’t know.”

But oh, BROTHER-I know-
That little boy chases the dead
I see his scars-
War marks from his many fights with the dead.
I saw him on the corner last night selling poison to Lost Souls.
He chases those DEAD PRESIDENTS
Like they are the answer to every question he has had before.

I heard him say, “Money never hurt anyone.”
Hmmm…
Presidents who had slaves, blood money built on slave labor,
BIG BUSINESSES who oppress the poor
This is its origin.
Need I say more?
Full circle-now he is a slave to the dead
Creating more slaves in his wake.

The next day I read that the little boy was shot and killed.
And Ohhhh, how I CRIED for him and all that he could have been.
He chose to chase the dead when LIFE should have been his only choice.
How many more lives will it take?
If you know someone like this
CHOOSE TO CARE
We have lost too many young people to the dead
CHOOSE LIFE!!
R.I.P Robert 04

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Dr. Boyce Talks Black Family Finance on NPR News & Notes

As a finance professor, I see regular misconceptions in media about black people, black families and black wealth. America somehow has chosen to believe that the reason for wealth disparities in America is that African-Americans have simply chosen to be lazy and engage in the practice of bad money management. They also cite the fact that black families are not married as regularly and that this is a reason for poverty in the black community.

I could not disagree more.

The reason for the wealth disparity between blacks and whites is very simple: For 400 years (a very long time), America had a clear tradition of not allowing black people to pass wealth onto their children. As a result, all the big buildings in Manhattan, all the major media companies, and all the large corporations in America are owned, run and controlled by the white community. Period. Most wealth is inherited wealth and we were not allowed to inherit.

Black people choosing not to get married is no worse nor better than the fact that many families in America choose to get divorced. Honestly, I think divorce is far more devastating to the life of a child than not getting married. If one throws in the fact that non-custodial parents are obligated to pay child support, then the income gap, in a perfect world, should disappear. One can argue that two parents are better than one, but at the same time, 3 parents would be better than 2, and 4 parents would be better than 3. You could make this argument forever, and to use the one vs. two parent disparity as the fundamental basis to explain America's commitment to racial inequality is ridiculous.

Bottom line: Love is what matters, and if you look at the lives of Al Gore's son and kids in the suburbs who engage in just as much deviant behavior as kids in "the hood", you will see that a parent's decision to get married or not can be good for the child or bad, depending on the circumstances.

In other words: I get sick of people trying to say that black families are immoral or culturally inferior. Our culture is just fine thank you. Also, racial inequality and wealth gaps are due to one thing: historical discrimination. If you want to talk about creating a fair america, then you must first correct the huge imbalance created by racist ancestry. Trying to be fair from this point on (as Ward Connerly tries to argue) is like a lifelong crook stealing billions and then promising not to steal anymore. A fix must be applied to past wrongs before you can move forward in fairness.

I did this NPR interview on the topic not too long ago. It was done with Farai Chideya, a woman I had a huge crush on during my time in graduate school. Don't tell her I said that (haha!).

Friday, December 28, 2007

Disease Turning Black TV Anchor White

By COREY WILLIAMS,
AP
Posted: 2007-12-19 14:59:31
Filed Under: Top News
DETROIT (Dec. 16) - Lee Thomas' skin is betraying him.

His once brown, even complexion is now mottled with pale patches around his eyes and mouth, along his nose and on his ears; his arms, shoulders and chest are speckled and blotched.

Photo Gallery: 'There Is No Cure'

Carlos Osorio, AP

Lee Thomas, 40, right, an anchor and reporter for WJBK in Detroit, was diagnosed with vitiligo when he was 25. The disease destroys pigment-making cells in the skin.

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"I'm a black man turning white on television and people can see it," says Thomas, an anchor and entertainment reporter for the local Fox Broadcasting Company affiliate. "If you've watched me over the years, you've seen my hands completely change from brown to white."

Thomas has vitiligo, a disorder in which pigment-making cells are destroyed. White patches appear on different parts of the body, tissues in the mouth and nose, and the retina.

"There is no cause. There is no cure, and it's very random," Thomas says. "I could turn all the way white or mostly white."

As many as 65 million people worldwide have the disorder, including up to 2 million in the United States.

Few people, outside medical professionals and those with the disease, had heard the term "vitiligo" until Michael Jackson revealed in the early 1990s that the disorder was behind his skin turning brown to white.

It's not fatal, but experts say vitiligo robs people of self-confidence, evokes ridicule and unpleasant stares, and pushes some into unforced seclusion.

The 40-year-old Thomas says that's not where the disorder needs to be. He openly talks about vitiligo and how it has affected his life and career, and has written a book about his journey titled "Turning White: A Memoir of Change." Along the way, Thomas says he's met others with the disorder and has become a celebrity spokesman for the Columbus, Ohio-based National Vitiligo Foundation.

Vitiligo attacks the soul and psyche, foundation executive director Robert Haas says.

"When was the last time you saw someone with vitiligo handling your food? It is the public's image that it is some leprosy-type of disease," he says. "A lot of folks feel this disease has trapped them and kept them away from their life goals."

That was Thomas' fear.

He uses a combination of creams and makeup to cover the growing patches of skin — which he calls devoid of color — on his face, hands and arms. Viewers, co-workers and, for years, his basketball buddies, were none the wiser.

Only family members and those closest to him knew the secret he had kept since age 25.

Thomas first noticed a change after getting a haircut while working in Louisville, Ky. He looked in a mirror and thought the barber had nicked him. A closer look revealed a pale spot, about the size of a quarter.

"I got two more on the other side of my scalp, on my hand and one in the corner of my mouth," he recalls in an interview from the station's studio. "That's when I went to the doctor and got diagnosed."

He didn't let it slow down his blossoming career. From Louisville, he soon landed at WABC in New York for three years beginning in 1994. After a short freelancing stint in Los Angeles, Thomas found his way to WJBK in Detroit in 1997. He has carved a niche in the Motor City market with his quirky, upbeat and humorous reporting style; his confidence, constant smile and positive air on the set mirrors his demeanor off the set as well.

Even though Thomas uses makeup to conceal his skin discoloration, he realized the vitiligo was becoming more obvious when he couldn't hide it from a preschooler during a story about a playground. His two-toned hands frightened the girl, who began to cry.

"I thought my career was over," says the Emmy award winner who routinely travels to Hollywood for one-on-one interviews with celebrities including Will Smith, Tom Cruise and Halle Berry.

So he gathered himself one day and approached the station's news director, prepared to walk away from television.

"She said, 'Let's just see what happens,'" Thomas recalls. "As it got worse, she kept encouraging me to tell my story."

Dana Hahn, WJBK's vice president of news, says the station was concerned about Thomas possibly leaving because of the condition.

"Lee is also a friend and we wanted to help," she says. "He had covered it up so well, we really didn't realize the impact it was having or how far it had spread."

Thomas finally agreed to tell his story on television in November 2005.

After the first segment on Thomas' vitiligo aired, Hahn says he took a leave of absence and missed the initial response from viewers.

"I received 40 to 50 e-mails a day the entire time he was gone," Hahn says. "So many people found support and encouragement in his story. I've never seen the kind of response to any story in my 12 years at Fox 2."

At the time, Thomas was already writing his book.

"As all those things happened, the tone of the book changed," he says. "I was writing for all those people who were afraid to come outside."

Dr. Sancy Leachman, associate professor of dermatology at the University of Utah, calls vitiligo stigmatizing, driving some to even consider suicide.

"They feel people are looking at them all of the time," she says. "They are very self-conscious about people staring at them in the grocery line. It can be a very demoralizing condition."

Thomas acknowledges he even preferred the security of solitude to the awkward stares of strangers when not wearing his makeup.

"There were times when I would not come out of the house," he says. "I call it a mental war. It was me saying, 'I don't want to deal with it today.' I never stayed in for very long. I know people who stay in now for months at a time."

When he's out socially now, Thomas forgoes the makeup he wears on camera.

He met his girlfriend of seven months, Karen Tate, at a vegetarian restaurant they both enjoy. She said when they're out together, she notices some people staring and making muffled comments about his appearance.

"He doesn't say anything," Tate, 28, says. "It doesn't really bother me. Some people are just rude."

She says she sees past what some people can't. "He just has a very free spirit. He is just a very nice guy. He opens up completely in his book. It is something he really wanted to do."

Surprisingly, Thomas gives vitiligo some credit.

"Having this disease forces me to focus on what I am: kind, caring, honest," he says. "There are people who have diseases that will kill them."

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2007-12-18 14:03:56

Saturday, December 22, 2007

BOOK EXCERPT


'Condoleezza Rice: An American Life'

By Elisabeth Bumiller
December 22, 2007

Chapter 1: Twice as Good

Alabama, 1892-1962

The story of Condoleezza Rice begins at the close of the nineteenth century on a cotton plantation in southeastern Alabama, near the flourishing little town of Union Springs. The area was on the edge of Alabama's Black Belt, named for the rich soil and slave labor essential for cotton, the state's number one cash crop. By the early 1890s the slaves had been free for more than a generation, but so many remained as sharecroppers on the masters' plantations that planters still controlled the lifeblood of the land. New railroads that intersected in Union Springs had only made the planters richer, as their grand Victorian and Greek Revival homes attested. Now they could send their cotton to the markets in Montgomery in hours instead of the days it had taken by mule.

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In 1892, according to the census records of the surrounding Bullock County, Condoleezza Rice's grandfather, Albert Robinson Ray III, was born. His father was a plantation field hand. But Albert's grandfather, at least according to Rice family lore, was the white owner of the plantation, and his mother was a favored black servant in the plantation household. The family has no written record of Alto, and there are no clues in the 1890 or 1900 Bullock County census records. Rice knows little about Alto-her great-great grandfather-or the nature of his relationship to her great-great-grandmother beyond the apparent one of sexual exploitation of servant by master common to this place and time. "I know that Alto, who was white, was either Italian-born in Italy and made it here somehow, or his parents made it here somehow," she recalled in an interview years later.

Rice also knew that one of her great-aunts, Nancy Ray, had sandy-colored hair and blue eyes. That was clear from the photographs of Nancy that Rice saw as a child, and from the recollections of her parents and grandparents. White ancestry was common to other middle-class black families in Birmingham, and across the South-one of Rice's black friends claims a Jewish judge in her bloodline-and, while not something discussed casually with outsiders, was no cause for shame. Many black household servants were taught to read, were exposed to fine things like "silver and china and linen," and came to learn "about how advantaged Americans lived," said Rice's friend Freeman Hrabowski, a Birmingham native who is now the president of the University of Maryland, Baltimore County. (Hrabowski says his great-great-grandfather was a white slave owner from a plantation near Selma.) One of Rice's friends has recalled jokingly discussing with her whose white ancestors were more aristocratic. "It was just sort of part of the landscape," Rice said.

Whatever the specifics of Rice's ancestry-the family says there were white landowners, favored household servants, and education going back generations on her father's side as well-the important point is that it powerfully shaped her view of herself as a black patrician. Any serious look at her life must begin here, in an intermingling of the races and two separate strands of American history. Rice grew up seeing herself as part of the nation's founding culture. At the least, her ancestry was a crucial part of the self-confidence that fueled her rise. She never considered herself an outsider or called herself an "African-American"-to her ears an immigrant designation she has always rejected.

"We have a racial birth defect that we've never quite dealt with," Rice said. "Which is that, really, there were two founding races-Europeans and Africans. They came here together, there was miscegenation. We founded and built this country together, and we are more intertwined and intertangled than we would like to think." She has long said that the shock over Thomas Jefferson's relationship with the slave Sally Hemmings was misplaced and naive, although she acknowledges the legacy of rape that produced so many mixed-race children in the South at the time. "It's a legacy that was basically not one of choice and volition but of violence and oppression," she said. "And so I think that's why people have trouble admitting it and talking about it and understanding it."

In Rice's family, the Italian ancestry appears to have been a source of pride, or at least was valued enough to make the family pass Italian names down through succeeding generations. Albert Robinson Ray III's brother was named Alto, and later, Albert would name one of his own sons Alto-Alto Ray, Condoleezza Rice's uncle. Two of the other children of Albert-Angelena and Genoa-also had Italian names.

Condoleezza is of course an Italian name, too, made up by Rice's mother from the Italian musical notation, "con dolcezza," which means "with sweetness." The family story has always been that Rice's mother picked the name because she was a classically trained musician and loved Italian opera. But in an interview in late 2006 Rice suggested that her name was in part inspired by the man she believes to be her Italian ancestor. "Alto, as you can tell, is an Italian name," Rice said, adding, "as is Condoleezza."

In Union Springs in the 1890s, little is known of Albert Robinson Ray III, Condoleezza Rice's grandfather, other than his likely labor in the cotton fields. Rice family lore picks him up again at the age of eleven, around 1904, when a white man is said to have assaulted his sister. Albert responded to the attack by beating up the white man, a crime so severe for a black youth that he fled Union Springs, terrified that he would be lynched. His fears were not unfounded: Like much of the South, Bullock County experienced a sharp erosion of black civil rights after Reconstruction ended in 1877. Between 1889 and 1921 in Bullock County there were seven documented lynchings.

As the Rice family tells it, Albert ended up at a Birmingham train station at 3 a.m. Somehow-the family has few details-Albert met a white family, the Wheelers, who owned a coal mine and took him in. Albert lived with the Wheelers and worked in their mine until well into his twenties.

Albert Ray may have been fleeing, but in 1904 he was also following the well-beaten path of black field laborers to "The Magic City," the name given to Birmingham only three decades after its birth.

The city had been incorporated in 1871 by ten investors who formed the Elyton Land Company in what was then the town of Elyton and bought 4,457 acres of mineral-rich property at a point where two major railroads were expected to intersect. By the start of the twentieth century, Birmingham was a booming postwar manufacturing city, named for the gritty industrial center in England, and was said to be the only place on earth where the essential ingredients of iron- and steel-making-coal, iron ore, and limestone-existed in one spot. Birmingham was heavily dependent on poor black laborers like Albert Ray, who helped fuel a growth so phenomenal that in 1904, the same year he arrived in town, the city's boosters chose Vulcan, the Roman god of fire and the forge, as the symbol to promote Birmingham worldwide. The city sent a giant statue of Vulcan as its exhibit to the 1904 St. Louis World's Fair, where it won the Grand Prize. Still the largest cast iron statue in the world, today Vulcan overlooks Birmingham from the top of Red Mountain. He has had a more recent and direct role in Condoleezza Rice's life: During George W. Bush's 2000 presidential campaign, Bush's foreign policy advisers-Rice was their coordinator-nicknamed themselves the Vulcans, after the statue in Rice's hometown. At first the name was an inside joke, but the advisers began to use it publicly because it captured the image of power, toughness, and durability they sought to portray.

In 1918, Albert Ray was still working in the Wheelers' mine when he married, at the age of twenty-eight, Mattie Lula Parham, a classically trained pianist and a graduate of St. Mark's Academy in Birmingham, an institution Condoleezza Rice later recalled as a "finishing school." Parham's father, Rice said, had been "somebody high up in the African Methodist Episcopal Church." The family does not know how Albert and Mattie Lula met, but Rice does know that they settled in Hooper City, a rural area north of Birmingham. Between the years 1923 and 1936 they had five children-another Albert, another Mattie, Angelena, Alto, and Genoa. Mattie, with her classical training, gave piano lessons to the children in the neighborhood, for 25 cents a lesson, and Albert, with no education, branched out from coal-mining to a blacksmith business and then construction. He built the house the family lived in, at 3708 Fourth Street West. As he prospered, he added on, expanding from five rooms to ten. He also dug the well, kept cows and pigs, and owned a car. The Rays were the third or fourth family in Hooper City, upwardly mobile for the time, and proud.

"I guess we might have been poor, but we never knew we were poor," Genoa McPhatter, the youngest child, said. "I can remember we always got practically everything that we wanted." The family dressed well-"Mother shopped at expensive stores for us, so consequently we grew up into clothes," McPhatter said-and had an ease with white people. "My daddy had a lot of white friends," McPhatter said, recalling how whites would come in for horseshoes to her father's blacksmith shop. "To be perfectly frank, we didn't even realize when they would come that it was segregation, because they had such a good relationship there together."

Albert and Mattie Lula sent all five children to black colleges in the South: Tuskegee in Alabama, Spelman in Atlanta, Johnson C. Smith in Charlotte. Angelena, Condoleezza Rice's mother and the middle of the five children, stayed home and graduated from Miles College in Birmingham. In the family, she stood out for her musical abilities-she played the piano like her mother-and for her sharp tongue. "She was a very sweet, kind child, but don't say anything to her," McPhatter recalled of her older sister. "If she didn't agree with what you were saying, if she felt like it was wrong, she could really lash out."

Angelena went on to teach music and science southwest of Birmingham at Fairfield Industrial High School, in a black working-class community of the same name that overlooked the massive U.S. Steel mills. Angelena was a refined presence in the scruffy town-beautiful, light-skinned, with an insistence on standard English. "The thing I remember most is she drilled us in writing," recalled Richard Arrington, Jr., Birmingham's first black mayor, who was one of Angelena's students. She taught him, he recalled, to say "had gone" instead of "had went." "Nobody had ever told me that," Arrington said. "My parents had come out of the Black Belt and we spoke black dialect in our home." One of Angelena's other students was Willie Mays, a source of family pride, which Condoleezza Rice made sure to mention in an early meeting with George W. Bush, a lover of baseball and the former managing partner of the Texas Rangers.

It was at Fairfield High that Angelena met a fellow teacher, John Wesley Rice, Jr. He was a big man, charismatic and outgoing. On Sundays he preached in Birmingham at Westminster Presbyterian, a position he had inherited from his father. The preaching job was part-time, as was common in those days. From Monday to Friday Rice taught gym and served as Fairfield's head basketball coach and assistant football coach. Although he did not have the property of the Rays, there was education and white ancestry in his family, too.

John Rice's grandmother was Julia Head, the mixed-race daughter of a white plantation owner-Condoleezza Rice's great-great-grandfather-and another favored black house slave from Greene County, in western Alabama. As the family lore has it, when Union soldiers ransacked the neighboring plantations at the end of the Civil War, Julia, under instructions from her white father, hid the horses from the Northern invaders-an act of loyalty, or at least of obedience, that the family cites today.

Julia could read and write, as could the man she married, a former slave from South Carolina named John Wesley Rice, Condoleezza Rice's great-grandfather. After the Civil War, Julia and John Rice settled as tenant farmers in Greene County, where they raised a son, also named John Wesley Rice, Condoleezza Rice's grandfather. John Wesley Rice eventually graduated from Stillman College, the historically black school in Tuscaloosa, an accomplishment of such note in the Rice family that Condoleezza Rice made it a centerpiece of a speech she gave at the 2000 Republican National Convention. In what was effectively her introduction of herself to the nation, Rice told the delegates in Philadelphia the story of "Granddaddy Rice." Her narrative, which made clear that she was from a black educational elite, set out the themes of self-reliance and godliness much admired by her Republican audience.

"George W. Bush would have liked Granddaddy Rice," Rice told the delegates. "He was the son of a farmer in rural Alabama, but he recognized the importance of education. Around 1918, he decided he was going to get book-learning. And so, he asked, in the language of the day, where a colored man could go to college."

Granddaddy Rice was told of Stillman, where he enrolled but ran out of cotton to pay for tuition after his first year. What was he to do? "Praise be, as he often does, God gave him an answer," Condoleezza Rice told the crowd. "My grandfather asked how those other boys were staying in school, and he was told that they had what was called a scholarship. And they said, 'If you wanted to be a Presbyterian minister, then you can have one, too.' Granddaddy Rice said, 'That's just what I had in mind.' "

Rice drove home her point: "And my family has been Presbyterian and college-educated ever since."

Granddaddy Rice's education encompassed literature as well. In a story that Condoleezza Rice has often told, her grandfather spent the astonishing sum of $90 during the Depression on seven leather-bound, gold-embossed books, including the works of Dumas, Shakespeare, and Hugo. When Rice's wife objected, he told her not to worry, he would pay for them over time. (In later years his niece, Theresa Love, Condoleezza Rice's aunt, would go to the University of Wisconsin and get a Ph.D. in Victorian literature.)

Granddaddy Rice's first congregation was in Baton Rouge, but the church soon dispatched him to start schools and Presbyterian congregations all over the South. By 1943, he had settled in with his last congregation, a small mission in Birmingham that became Westminster Presbyterian. In 1951, after the church had completed a new building on Sixth Avenue South, he turned over the pulpit to his son, John Wesley Rice, Jr., the gym teacher and high school coach who had earned a divinity degree, as his family expected, from Johnson C. Smith University in North Carolina.

Three years later, on Valentine's Day 1954, John Rice, Jr., and Angelena Ray were married by Granddaddy Rice in Angelena's mother's music room in the family house in Hooper City. The wedding was tiny-and held exactly nine months to the day before the couple's first and only child was born. "My mother said it was a good thing I wasn't early," Rice recalled.

Excerpted from Condoleezza Rice: An American Life by Elisabeth Bumiller Copyright © 2007 by Elisabeth Bumiller. Excerpted by permission of Random House, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.


(BPRW) Black Celebrities: A Flair For Hair
Article found at: http://www.blackprwire.com/display-news.asp?id=3740


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Tyra Banks, Halle Berry, Beyonce Knowles, Oprah Winfrey, and Kelly Rowland. These are just a few Black celebrities who have a flair for hair. Of all the hairstyles in the world, celebrity hair styles are always the ones we try to imitate. Many times, celebrities set the trends that the rest of us try to follow.

Nothing can measure up to the forever appealing beauty of Black hair. Due to the versatility of the black hair style and black hair in general, ethnic hair styles include some of the most elaborate and beautiful hair creations to be found among fashion-conscious people today.

There are styles for every face shape and every personality. From straight and sleek, to curly and wavy, to bobs and braids, to cornrows and dreadlocks, there is something for everyone – and celebrities wear them all.

Why do we tend to emulate celebrity hairstyles? Because celebrities seem to have the most amazing hair that is always perfect. We rarely see them having a bad hair day. So, when we notice them wearing a fabulous style, we often become inspired to change our own style. Sometimes they inspire us to project a more professional image for work, and other times, they inspire us just to make a change. Try something different.

If you want to change your current style and are not sure what you want, you can begin by looking in magazines or on the internet at various celebrity hair styles. Once thing to keep in mind when choosing a hairstyle, however, is that it's all about the shape of your face. According to www.motionshair.com, your hairstyle can accentuate the natural lines and curves of your chin, cheek bones, eyes, and forehead. For a hairstyle that looks good on you, you should choose bangs, layers, height or roundness in a style that brings out the natural beauty of your face.

Listed below are a few tips from www.motionshair.com, to consider when selecting the right do for your face:

• Oval shaped face – avoid wearing too much hair on your face
• Heart shaped face – avoid pulling all of your hair back
• Pear shaped face – avoid full, long styles that emphasize jaw line and too much height at the crown of your head
• Round shaped face – avoid pulled back styles without any hair touching your face, as well as styles that add width to the side of your face and straight bangs that shorten your face
• Square shaped face – avoid straight, flat bangs
• Long shaped face – avoid styles with a lot of height at the crown of your head, as well as center parts

Still no gifts? What are you waiting for?
You've put off shopping; we're here to help
Saturday, Dec 22, 2007 - 12:09 AM; Article from rich.com

By JIM NOLAN
TIMES-DISPATCH STAFF WRITER

It's Dec. 22, and you're in a ho-ho-whole lotta trouble.

By now, your holiday shopping should have been complete, your gifts wrapped and your holiday itinerary mall-free.

You should be sitting by the Christmas tree, listening to Nat King Cole or watching "It's a Wonderful Life." You should be enjoying a cup of cheer -- or eggnog, provided you're not "egg" or "nog" intolerant.

But you're doing none of these things.

It simply isn't Christmas unless you're spending the last 48 hours of the season filling a lengthy wish list.

You are not alone.

Consumer Reports has projected that more than one-third of Americans -- 35 percent -- hadn't even started their holiday shopping until just a few days ago.

And a new national survey of more than 3,300 parents found that 22 percent of Americans will finish shopping Christmas Eve. That's an increase from three years ago, when 16 percent of respondents admitted they shopped at the last minute.

The survey, conducted by the Dallas-based research firm Decision Analyst Inc., also found that 21 percent of women were among the late shoppers, compared with 24 percent of men, proving procrastination knows no gender.

But fear not.

The Richmond Times-Dispatch has assembled a procrastinator's guide to running the last minute holiday gift gantlet. Because really, we don't want to see you in the gas station convenience store at 11 p.m. Monday with a scented candle and a lottery ticket.

First, a few gift approaches:

Carded

The last minute shopper's best friend may be the gift card, which offers convenience, availability, portability and wiggle room -- requiring the purchaser to have only a vague notion of what the giftee really wants. And depending on where you go, a trip to just one supermarket or drug store could save you a dozen trips to the mall.

According to the National Retail Federation, gift-card spending is expected to reach $26.3 billion this year, up from $18.5 billion in 2005.

The gift card kiosks at Ukrop's Super Markets have a gazillion options, from food to airfare. Red Lobster, JetBlue, Sears, Nordstrom, iTunes, American Express, Toys R Us, Best Buy and, of course, Ukrops are a handful of what's available. Kroger, Walgreens, CVS and Wal-Mart also offer pretty good selections of gift cards.

Of course, the down side is that your intended knows exactly how much Christmas cheer you think she's worth.

Cut and paste

While the survey shows 82 percent of Americans do some or most of their holiday shopping on the Web, online purchases made 24 hours before the Big Day won't make it under the tree ahead of Santa Claus unless you're willing to pay an arm and a leg.

But you can cut out a catalog picture of those Australian sheepskin UGG boots she wants -- and that you plan to order -- and stick it in a card. Consider it a Christmas I.O.U. Ditto with theater or concert tickets purchased online that won't arrive on time but can be attached to a CD or DVD of an artist that you present as a gift Christmas morning.

Say cheese

One of the hot gifts this season are digital picture frames that store downloaded pictures, enabling one frame to feature many photos. There are a wide range of prices to fit every budget, depending on the quality and storage capacity of the frame.

Say it with a certificate

Your search for a more personal gift can be simple and swift with a quick stop at a day spa or salon to pick up a gift certificate for a massage or makeover. The same goes for golf lessons, a cooking class or art class.

WWMSD?

(What Would Martha Stewart Do?)

You shouldn't spend valuable time searching for a small trinket for your neighbors that passes the cheesy test. Just turn to your cupboard and bake something. Milk, eggs, flour and sugar are always around.

Even if you cut your cookies from a tube, a personal note on a festive plate says more than the holiday equivalent of a Happy Meal toy.

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And now, some basic do's and don'ts for last-minute shopping:

DO: Know your limitations.

You've got two days, not two weeks. Certain gifts are off the table and you shouldn't waste time trying to pull them off -- unless you're filthy rich, in which case you've already had your "people" shop for you weeks ago.

DO: Drink heavily.

But make it caffeine and spare the booze until your shopping is done. Alcohol is a depressant that impairs your reasoning abilities and makes you sleepy, but those are two things you don't need 48 hours before C-Day in a minivan on West Broad Street.

DO: Have a battle plan.

It helps to have a specific list and GPS. Call ahead to see if the items are in stock, then map out a route that takes you in a loop to every spot you want to visit, without doubling back.

Circuit City has a "24/24 Pickup Guarantee," good through 4:30 p.m. Christmas Eve. Customers who shop online and choose to pick up at a nearby store are guaranteed their items will be ready in 24 minutes, or they will receive a $24 Circuit City gift card.

If you're not sure of what you want, department stores are the way to go. Places like Macy's, JCPenney, Dillards, Nordstrom, Target, Wal-Mart and Kohl's have wide selections in a variety of areas, from clothing and jewelry to beauty products and electronics.

Drugstores are great for last-second stocking stuffers like cheap candy, toiletries and ice scrapers. If all else fails, do what your mother used to do -- fill up that that puppy with oranges and apples.

DO: Buy things already assembled.

Anyone who has tried to put together a BMX bike or Playmobil castle at 10:30 p.m. on Christmas Eve knows what we're talking about. When little Johnny gets up at 5 a.m. Christmas day and sees you with a wrench, it's all over.

DON'T: Cheap out.

The days for bargains are over -- at least until the day after Christmas, when it's too late. Consumer Reports says 5 percent of Americans will actually wait until after Christmas to finish their shopping, but you do not want to be that 5 percent. Time is money at this stage, and scouring for bargains or discounts is time wasted. Just open your wallet and make like an ATM.

DON'T: Overcompensate.

On the other hand, spending money like George Steinbrenner won't get you off the naughty list in the eyes of a loved one. This especially applies to guys at jewelry stores. While holiday shoppers will spend an average of $763 this season, married men are expected to spend the most money of all shoppers -- an average of $1,041, according to Consumer Reports. But just because you haven't figured her out, don't assume that something ridiculously expensive is going to cover it up. They know, man. They know.

DON'T: Take "no gifts" for an answer.

Another warning for guys, especially married guys. In this case, no doesn't mean no. You know she's getting you something, even if you agreed not to exchange gifts. You don't want to feel like a schmo under the mistletoe.

DON'T: Re-gift.

With time running down, we know it's tempting to take that box of sugar-free chocolates you got from a business client, or the free makeup kit and pink tote you got for that perfume purchase, and wrap it up to present to a B-list friend or relative. Just remember, they're probably shopping in the same places as you.

DON'T: Buy anything work-related.

Special for gals: You don't want a non-stick frying pan, and he doesn't want another tie with reindeer on it, even if you say it's from the kids. Work gifts remind people of working, which is no way to spend Christmas -- unless you're Santa.
Contact Jim Nolan at (804) 649-6061 or jnolan@timesdispatch.com. Staff writer Gregory J. Gilligan contributed to this story.