Showing posts with label YUMY ODOM. Show all posts
Showing posts with label YUMY ODOM. Show all posts

Saturday, June 29, 2013

THE AFRICAN AMERICAN: INSTITUTIONS. MIGRATIONS. LIBATIONS.


An installment of African peoples in America, and all social relevance.  Brief in its nature, diplomatic in outreach. A simple 21st century offering of the Diaspora-

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Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Sunday, February 17, 2013

FOR DEANDRE: THE STORY CONTINUES

The deepest pockets of west Baltimore have experienced years being impovershed. Streets possesed by the seaport drugtrade: black tops, bluetops, processed opium with high street value. Out of town wars, hot blocks with residents, customers dying slow, the drug trade of Urban America; A synopsis of death, poverty, incareceration and profits that descend into percentages.As a grassroots advocate and co labourer, and in the wake of black history month post 20th century, I wanted to bring the life and times, and contribution of De andre McCollough; the youth who contributed the realities of  his daily in the early nineties to Baltimore writers to depict a war, a race between humanity, drugs, politics,  and inner city culture.  The result was a masterpiece entitled The Corner. It grew into a HBO series, and a landmark in pop culture: The stain, the ever re occurring realities we face coast in urban America.  A novel thick with an account of two dedicated writers, a Baltimore youth infected with the perpetual reign of his environment, and his peers.  I  re present  this testament, knowing all those that know the struggle, and know the tragedy can swear by the truth of  this modern day scripture.  De andre recently passed last year, 2012, toward the latter of the summer. I in my occupation, and my administration wont let the testament sit in vain, but rather let it burn through propaganda, and perpetual inner city destruction.  Baltimore, “charm city” this is your Unsung hero. Honor his life by honoring the future of Baltimore At-risk inner city youth.-

Consciously Yours,

Z.A

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

THE CORNUCOPIA : CULTURE SPEAKS

                                
      
           
Spending one weekend in Delaware, among my rounds I visited a Nanticoke Indian  heritage Museum. Humble in appearance, bordered by two large rooms divided by a deluxe sign in book, and lobby, filled with this Native American tribe’s relics, and elements of lineage.  On business with Family, I learned of business, land history and demographic, and the politics of the reservations thereof.  In my native American studies, I understand, fundamentally that all native Americans, as African Americans originate from the eastern hemisphere.  The east, where culture is the defining principle, the cream of society.  In one cubicle of the museum I stopped and saw a model scene, as to where, it was a fairly 19th  or 18th century depiction of an Indian village. Chief, elders, Brave’s engaged in rites of passage, squaw’s in development of womanhood, beauty and traditional practice.  I saw streams circle the village’s borders, and the village’s meat; host of cattle, spiritual ceremonies. The village’s bread, wheat, and husked corn. Standing there in admiration  I summed up, this scene, of this moment in time as a standard fundamental maintenance, of society, community, culture, a people.  Though this  societal standard I socially, politically, and culturally rally for, I am realistic. I acknowledge realities of history, economy, criminology and sociology.  I speak of our urban America. Our urban America is and was no utopia.  I ask for a call to struggling Families, Religious institutions, the grassroots, scholars, community advocates, urban studies departments,  schools and other resources to re iterate the cornucopia; the breadbasket.  A rally for our communities to refute the bread that exploits us, stereotypes us, degrades us, leaves us in lack, and profits off of us via industrial method.  This cornucopia, this bread, this harvest must come from within, to feed, nurture, and educate the community.  Fundamental enrichment is, cultivation.  A drill, past our current social ills to apprehend deeper roots.  I’m   willing to drill past our cemented communities, as phrased by Artist Sylvester Johnson, our “Concrete reservations” to find fortune; to cultivate a cornucopia to feed, us.  Systems, Industries, institutions, have only provided, to leave us, to perpetuate lack.   I state a clarion call for you, to re invest in your future, dig for the cornucopia for the next generation.  The cornucopia will feed. Urban America...eat to live.

Consciously yours,

Z.A

Thursday, July 26, 2012

STREET TRADITIONALS: RITES OF PASSAGE AND URBAN AMERICA

                                      “I GUESS I DIDN’T KNOW THE LEDGE”-

                                        RA KIM ALLAH (Hip Hop Artist)

This article is written in the spirit of the generational caveat: “Save the Babies”.  In ultimate acknowledgement of Urban America, Black America, I freelance this article praising the efforts and character of Mr. Yumy Odom and affiliates, educator, champion among the grassroots.  I speak in high regard, as an eyewitness to the function of R.O.P, orchestrating fundamental redemptive values toward youth, toward community. Inner city.  Primarily within the Philadelphia community, I viewed the history and experience of the R.O.P, a blessing to the African Diaspora; a fundamental application to a community in the balances: the African-American experience.   At the wake of R.O.P.’S anniversary, I would like to re iterate social constructive effort, opposed to common, deconstructive factors.  Within our inner cities, our communities,  the choices we make, reflect on our posterities,  that coming generation will be products of that, environment.  Every man/woman of color, that stand under the term African Americans are generally entitled unto their own destiny.  With that being stated, we observe the glory of the American dream; wrapped in a bundle of currency. This American dream can also be interpreted as a burden, or Criminology among the middle, or below the poverty line numbers.   Among the generations in the wilderness of north America, we learn the “ Roleplay”.
Our ghettos produce stick up kids, car thieves, drug enterprise foot soldiers, corner crack peddlers, Heroin runners, drug kingpins, Hitmen, Extortioners, number runners, Pimps….the love of the American dream, brings to risk death, or incarceration.  Deconstructive yes, but a perpetuated reality in urban America. Also Considering elements of the economy, from bench pressing middle class weight to the social effects of welfare, R.O.P  provides a sprout. A sprout to raise a host of Black youth, Black men under the banner of the fundamentalism, an impartation, rites of passage of manhood,  and constructive decisions.  Education manifests itself in academia, street corners of urban America, and the R.O.P.  Praise the R.O.P, because it allows education to manifest under systems, and social structures that has seemed to cripple the African-American male.  Heart to heart. Examine the generations, and examine the efforts of R.O.P. `All praises due.  Happy 26th anniversary Rites of passage. Via grassroots entities like the Frator Heru Institute,  within every generation, it is certain, we can make a difference. 

Consciously Yours

Z.A

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