recording,reading,writing,and hip-hop,studying people and journalismA SELECTION ABOUT HAIR FROM THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF MALCOLM X!READ IT!YOU DONT KNOW WHO YOU ARE TILL YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!:Shorty soon decided that my hair was finally long enough to be conked. He had promised to school me in how to beat the barbershops’ three- and four-dollar price by making up congolene and then conking ourselves.I took the little list of ingredients he had printed out for me and went to a grocery store, where I got a can of Red Devil lye, two eggs, and two medium-sized white potatoes. Then at a drugstore near the poolroom, I asked for a large jar of Vaseline, a large bar of soap, a large-toothed comb and a fine-toothed comb, one of those rubber hoses with a metal sprayhead, a rubber apron, and a pair of gloves.“Going to lay on that first conk?†the drugstore man asked me. I proudly told him, grinning,“Right!†Shorty paid six dollars a week for a room in his cousin’s shabby apartment. His cousin wasn’t at home. “It’s like the pad’s mine, he spends so much time with his woman,†Shorty said. “Now, you watch me—â€---------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------2He peeled the potatoes and thin-sliced them into a quart-sized Mason fruit jar, then started stirring them with a wooden spoon as he gradually poured in a little over half the can of lye. “Never use a metal spoon; the lye will turn it black,†he told me.A jellylike, starchy-looking glop resulted from the lye and potatoes, and Shorty broke in the two eggs, stirring real fast—his own conk and dark face bent down close. The congolene turned pale yellowish. “Feel the jar,†Shorty said. I cupped my hand against the outside and snatched it away. “Damn right, it’s hot, that’s the lye,†he said. “So you know it’s going to burn when I comb it in—it burns bad. But the longer you can stand it, the straighter the hair.â€He made me sit down, and he tied the string of the new rubber apron tightly around my neck and combed up my bush of hair. Then, from the big Vaseline jar, he took a handful and massaged it hard all through my hair and into the scalp. He also thickly Vaselined my neck, ears, and forehead. “When I get to washing out your head, be sure to tell me anywhere you feel any little stinging,†Shorty warned me, washing his hands, then pulling on the rubber gloves and tying on his own rubber apron. “You always got to remember that any congolene left in burns a sore into your head.â€---------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------3The congolene just felt warm when Shorty started combing it in. But then my head caught fire.I gritted my teeth and tried to pull the sides of the kitchen table together. The comb felt as if it was raking my skin off.My eyes watered, my nose was running. I couldn’t stand it any longer; I bolted to the washbasin. I was cursing Shorty with every name I could think of when he got the spray going and started soap-lathering my head.He lathered and spray-rinsed, lathered and spray-rinsed, maybe ten or twelve times, each time gradually closing the hot-water faucet, until the rinse was cold, and that helped some.“You feel any stinging spots?â€â€œNo,†I managed to say. My knees were trembling.“Sit back down, then. I think we got it all out OK.â€------------------------------------------------------ --------------------------4The flame came back as Shorty, with a thick towel, started drying my head, rubbing hard. “Easy, man, easy!†I kept shouting.“The first time’s always worst. You get used to it better before long. You took it real good, homeboy. You got a good conk.â€When Shorty let me stand up and see in the mirror, my hair hung down in limp, damp strings. My scalp still flamed, but not as badly; I could bear it. He draped the towel around my shoulders, over my rubber apron, and began again Vaselining my hair.I could feel him combing, straight back, first the big comb, then the fine-toothed one.Then he was using a razor, very delicately, on the back of my neck. Then, finally, shaping the sideburns.-------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------5My first view in the mirror blotted out the hurting. I’d seen some pretty conks, but when it’s the first time, on your own head, the transformation, after the lifetime of kinks, is staggering. The mirror reflected Shorty behind me. We both were grinning and sweating. And on top of my head was this thick, smooth sheen of shining red hair—real red—as straight as any white man’s.How ridiculous I was! Stupid enough to stand there simply lost in admiration of my hair now looking “white,†reflected in the mirror in Shorty’s room. I vowed that I’d never again be without a conk, and I never was for many years.This was my first really big step toward self-degradation: when I endured all of that pain, literally burning my flesh to have it look like a white man’s hair. I had joined that multitude of Negro men and women in America who are brainwashed into believing that the black people are “inferiorâ€â€”and white people “superiorâ€â€”that they will even violate and mutilate their God-created bodies to try to look “pretty†by white standards.
i'd love to meet:GOD,Bob Marley,Delroy Lindo,OBAMA,Sam Cooke, Malcolm X, Jay-Z,mos def, Aretha Franklin,Ciciely Tyson,alfonso soriano,Harvey Kittle,Eric dyson,Alex Haley,marcus garvey,spike lee,Alex Rodriguez of the fabolous NEW YORK YANKEES,DEREK JETER,john lennon,jimi hendrix,every chicago bull from 89 to 1998 esp Michael jordan ,stokely carmichael(r.i.p.),diane nash,angela davis,MICHAEL JACKSONthe list just goes on andBillie holiday:I cover the waterfrontAway from the city that hurts and knocks, Im standing alone by the desolate docks In the still and the chill of the night I see the horizon the great unknown My heart has an ache Its as heavy as stone With the dawn coming on, make it lastI cover the waterfront Im watching the sea Will the one I love Be coming back to meI cover the waterfront In search of my love An Im covered By a starlit sky aboveHere am i Patiently waiting Hoping and longing Oh how I yearn Where are you Have you thought back time Will you remember Will you returnWill the one I love Be coming back To me-
first and foremost,Mr. American Gangster himself,JAY-Z.then there are so many others.LUPE FIASCO,nas,andre 3000,t.i.,mos def,scarface,eminem biggie,pac,beans,THE WHOLE ROC LA FAMILIA ESP BLEEK AND BEANS,killa cam,m.o.p,50 and the unit,rick ross,glc,g-dep(thats my nigga),black rob,mase,lox,shyne po,freeway,t.i.,lil wayne,dre snoop and tha pound,mobb deep,cormega,nature,young gunz algreen,MICHAEL JACKSON,sam cooke,aretha franklin.i hope i didn't leave to many people out.as you can see hip hop is my love.oh andi forgot about kanye and cassidy and consequence
SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION,THE LEARNING TREE,FARGO,25th hour,Clockers,the life of david gale,MALCOLM X,AMERICAN HISTORY X,summer of sam,philidelphia,anything with nick swardson,six degrees of separation,aviator(leonardo dicaprio),do the right thing,clockwork orange,moonwalker,dark city,MANCHURIN CANDIDATE(the one with frank sinatra and the one with denzel washington)goodnight and goodluck,eternal sunshine of the spotless mind,ace ventura1 and 2,truman show,DEAD PRESIDENTS,paid in full,streets is watching,fade to black,people under the stairs,scream,man on the moon(anything with jim carrey,he's amazing.mo betta blues,jungle fever,do the rite thing,school daze,boyz in da hood,JUICE,and of course Menace 2 society.
msnbc,cnn, and espn.
macolm x,catcher in the rye,is bill cosby right?or has middle class black america lost its mind,there are no children here,why i love black women,etc.
nat turner,ossie davis,spike lee,malcolm x,my mother,my father,my sister,victims of the war on drugs,and anyone who lost their life for the cause of helping others and any resident of America that is overworked and underpaid like TEACHERS.