An opportunity to be homophobic, racist, sexist and possibly make transphobic jokes?
This bastard is on it like white on rice.
can people stop allowing this douchebag to make movies?
How do movies like THIS get development when Red Tails could barely squeak into production??
Because his movies put down people, reinforces stereotypes….keeps the status quo.
We were all surprised by what what happened in New York on 9/11/2001
but not all of us were SHOCKED. Knowing the immense crimes of U.S. imperialism, the uncounted deaths it has heaped on the peoples of the Middle East and the rest of the world in the name of profit, what surprised me the most was that it took so long for someone to respond in kind.
On September 7th, 2012, 20-year-old Bronx Resident and father Reynaldo Cuevas was shot and killed by an NYPD officer outside the bodega where he works. According to witnesses, Cuevas had tripped while attempting to escape an armed robbery inside the bodega. Immediately after, a 42nd precinct officer shot his gun, killing Cuevas, who was later dragged by the officer some 20-feet along the sidewalk.
The shooting occurred just one block away from where unarmed 19-year-old Jateik Reed was recently beaten by a team of 42nd precinct officers.
— Take Back the Bronx
June 28, 1969 - The Stonewall Rebellion begins as queer street youth fight back against police in New York’s Greenwich Village.
Ossie Davis - Eulogy for Malcolm X, February 27, 1965
Here, at this final hour, in this quiet place, Harlem has come to bid farewell to one of its brightest hopes, extinguished now and gone from us forever. For Harlem is where he worked and where he struggled and fought. His home of homes where his heart was and where his people are. And it is, therefore, most fitting that we meet once again in Harlem to share these last moments with him. For Harlem has ever been gracious to those who loved her, have fought for her and have defended her honor even to the dea th.
It is not in the memory of man that this beleaguered, unfortunate but nonetheless proud community has found a braver, more gallant young champion than this Afro-American who lies before us, unconquered still. I say the word again, as he would want me to: Afro-American. Afro-American Malcolm, who was a master, was most meticulous in his use of words. Nobody knew better than he the power words have over the minds of men. Malcolm had stopped being a ‘Negro’ years ago. It had become too small, too puny, too weak a word for him. Malcolm was bigger than that. Malcolm had become an Afro-American and he wanted so desperately that we, that all his people, would become Afro-Americans, too.
There are those who will consider it their duty, as friends of the Negro people, to tell us to revile him, to flee even, from the presence of his memory, to save ourselves by writing him out of the history of our turbulent times. Many will ask what Harlem finds to honor in this stormy, controversial and bold young captain. And we will smile. Many will say turn away, away from this man, for he is not a man but a demon, a monster, a subverter and an enemy of the black man. And we will smile. They will say that he is of hate, a fanatic, a racist who can only bring evil to the cause for which you struggle! And we will answer and say to them: Did you ever talk to Brother Malcolm? Did you ever touch him, or have him smile at you? Did you ever really listen to him? Did he ever do a mean thing? Was he ever himself associated with violence or any public disturbance? For if you did you would know him. And if you knew him you would know why we must honor him:
Malcolm was our manhood, our living, black manhood! This was his meaning to his people. Consigning these mortal remains to earth, the common mother of all, secure in the knowledge that what we place in the ground is no more now a man but a seed which, after the winter of our discontent, will come forth again to meet us. And we will know him then for what he was and is. A prince. Our own black shining prince who didn’t hesitate to die because he loved us so.
You can’t make this shit up. Racist NYPD-McDonald’s alliance offers stop-and-frisk rewards
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
Three Strikes, You’re In!
McDonald’s and the New York Police Department Launch Joint Initiative
New York, New York (March 6, 2012) - McDonald’s and the New York Police Department are launching “Three Strikes, You’re In!,” a bold new program that rewards New Yorkers for their patience with the NYPD’s “Stop and Frisk” policy.
With “Three Strikes, You’re In!,” individuals who are stopped and released three times without charge are eligible for one Happy Meal™ at participating McDonald’s stores. To receive their Happy Meal™, customers must record each stopping officer’s badge number, as well as the the time and location of the stop, on a voucher obtainable at these stores.
“This is just one way McDonald’s gives back to the communities we’re a part of,” said Mark Ramos, a McDonald’s spokesperson. “We’re proud to provide copious, satisfying, affordable food in areas that other chains don’t dare operate. With ‘Three Strikes, You’re In!’ we’re showing we also recognize these communities’ safety and civil liberties problems.”
“‘Stop and Frisk’ gets dozens of guns off the streets each year, makes respectable citizens feel secure, and lets would-be criminals know that we’re watching them,” said New York Police Commissioner Raymond Kelly. “It generates some resentment in these low-income communities, since most of those stopped are innocent, but with the help of McDonald’s, we’re showing we understand. We can’t afford to change ‘Stop and Frisk,’ but we’re happy to compensate those who are stopped in the course of keeping the City safe.”
“Three Strikes, You’re In!” is a project of McDonald’s 365Black.com, which celebrates African American culture and achievements all year round. To download your own “Three Strikes, You’re In!” vouchers, please visit www.threestrikesyourein.org. Non-citizens and those with criminal records are ineligible.
Our community has lost another great artist. Louis Reyes Rivera, prolific writer, poet, and activist, has passed.
For those who may not know much of Rivera, he was an influential educator and artist. Steeped in a Pan-African outlook and dedicated to teaching those around him, Louis made numerous literary contributions. Despite earning many accolades, he was always approachable. The winner of many literary awards came to be known as “The People’s Poet” through his embrace of issues of everyday folks. One of his sharpest points of focus was on the connection between African-American and Latino culture.
Rivera was born in New York City in 1945. Raised in Brooklyn, he would come to do some vital things in the world of activism. He was a key person in the struggle of Black and Puerto Rican students back in the 1960′s. Louis was a student leader in the 1969 takeover of City College, and the co-founder of The Paper, a student publication for people of color. Without the efforts of Rivera amongst others, generations of people of color would not have had the opportunity for higher education.
Always willing to reach back into the community and share his wealth of knowledge, Louis could often be found at a workshop or classroom. He would teach on the finer points of poetry, knowing your rights as a writer, and carrying forth the history of the oppressed through artistic means. He was a member of the National Writers Union and performed a piece at the 30th anniversary of the organization late last year. He held workshops at the Harlem Book Fair, and performed on Def Poetry.
Louis Reyes Rivera was a conduit of information, and inspired many artists and activists. He will definitely be missed. For paving the way for countless students of color to gain access to public higher education, I must say Rest in Power, and thank you. Rivera was 67 years old.
-Marc W. Polite
YOOOO WHADDUP INTERNET! bust out that tweez, cuz that familiar growth between your ‘brows is BACK!
So check it! Unibrow was scopin the scene uptown at smartyfarty Columbia University and came across this genius shit right here! THE DESI FOOD TRUCK…doesn’t get any more tiger blood/winning than this!
Now I know what you must be thinkin… what about the OTHER desi food truck Unibrow saw a minute ago? You know what, I’ll be real with you, I never saw it ever again. And I was pissed about it too, because the other truck had some real shit goin on (LCD TV attached to the truck w/ Shah Rukh clips on repeat, mango lassi, and huge pots filled with dal and rice—some gangsta hardcore shit).
Anyway, peep this ride’s intricate design work and the 26 different typefaces they’re pimpin—shit’s hot! The *pmh’s staff’s ultimate dream is to have one of these trucks and roll up to all those ghetto clubs on 21st st. at 3AM to service all yall drunk ass brownies runnin outta Taj Lounge needin a samosa fix. Only thing missin from this setup was some shabba ranks/kishore kumar mashup—some shit we’ll rock when we eventually whip our own food truck down the ave… right Moustache/Currylingus? Right???
Menu looked good, but I couldn’t stick around to try it out—NYC just happens to be brick ass cold and brown folk ain’t meant to exist in that sorta weather, so I dipped… any Columbia students wanna let us know how it is? Hit the com-ments.
Unibrow hoppin on that deccan air outta here! PEACE
IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL
From Existence is Resistance:
In protest against Rockefeller Center putting up every flag at it’s center except the Palestinian flag, Existence is Resistance organized it’s 2nd annual Occupation on Ice.
The activist where split up with some skating on the ice and raising the Palestinian flag at a precise moment with those all around the center. Palestinian flags were in full display on the skating rink and all around Rockefeller Center. Many tourist cheered the action and were supportive.
The NYPD came and demanded that we put our flags down and leave, they said no flags were allowed but we said Rockefeller Center is filled with flags. We are simply asking them to include the Palestinian flag amongst the flags of the world. After some questioning and checking our id’s we were let go.
Photos courtesy of Bud Korotzer of DesertPeace.
“After a Harlem street rally, one of these downtown ‘leaders’ and I were talking when we were approached by a Harlem hustler. To my knowledge I’d never seen this hustler before; he said to me, approximately: ‘Hey, baby! I dig you holding this all-originals scene at the track…I’m going to lay a vine under the Jew’s balls for a dime—got to give you a play…Got the shorts out here trying to scuffle up on some bread…Well, my man, I’ll get one, got to go peck a little, and cop me some z’s—’ And the hustler went up on Seventh Avenue.
I would have given it another thought, except that this downtown ‘leader’ was standing staring after that hustler, looking as if he’d just heard Sanskrit. He asked me what had been said, and I told him. The hustler had said he was aware that the Muslims were holding an all-black bazaar at Rockland Palace, which is primarily a dancehall. The hustler intended to pawn a suit for ten dollars to attend and patronize the bazaar. He had very little money but he was trying hard to make some. He was going to eat, then he would get some sleep.
The point that I am making is that, as a ‘leader,’ I could talk over the ABC, CBS, or NBC microphones, at Harvard or at Tuskegee; I could talk with the so-called ‘middle class’ Negro and with the ghetto blacks (whom all the other leaders just talked about). And because I had been a hustler, I knew better than all whites knew, and better than nearly all of the black ‘leaders’ knew, that actually the most dangerous black man in America was the ghetto hustler.”
-The Autobiography of Malcolm X