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Free The Newark 4…I’ll leave this post up for a while

I guess attention, action and support are finite in Black community. No groundswell of support for these young Black lesbians. Heaven forbid we support Black lesbians.

Free the Newark (Black) Lesbian 4

Updating my sidebar links…links exchangerella?

Hi,
After I sent out the tea party invitations, I started making contact with some blogging wimmin I want to continue engaging with on the regular. The only problem is that my blogger layout page is malfunctioning. I'm going to be communicating with them about doing a fix for this. In the meantime I have a request. If you're a politically radical lefty/feminist/mama/anarchist/queer/African diasporic/poc or some fascinating combination thereof and you'd like to exchange links with me, please leave me a note here with the addy of your blog, if I haven't already been to visit, and when I figure out what's up with my layout, I will add your blog to my sidebar.

Thanks.






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J Bloglandia…

Volume I, Issue 1 of Wapshott Press publication J Bloglandia is now available and on sale.

I'm in it. I'm excited...in a very understated way. This is the best, most hands off, least crazy making experience I've had with a publisher/editor in about 17 years.

I sent the work. I'm sure everything worked out fine. Since it was pro bono, I didn't have to chase her down and cuss her about my honorarium.

hmmm...come to think of it...
There are still a few amerikkkan editrixes/publishers who owe me money who conveniently disappeared after they had recieved my piece for their anthology. That's really pissy.

Anyhoo...

Here's the description of this issue of J Bloglandia...and I want to thank Ginger Mayerson for inviting me to participate. Much appreciated. If you have the funds and want to buy a copy, please do.
The Journal of Bloglandia, volume 1, issue 1, is a collection of the
following blog essays: On Essays by Paul M. Rodriguez, Liberal Fascism: An Interesting Moral Question by Steve Gimbel, Paint Splatters & Pixie Dust by Dan Kelly, Ten Dates of Christmas? Ten Lords A Leaping: The Gallant Mariner by Deborah Teasdale, Vanity by Susan O'Doherty, The Pillory of Hillary by Becki Jayne Harrelson, Reparation... by TJ Bryan, Richer Than The Sum Of My Skirt by Birdie C. Jaworski, The Music's Between Us by Kathy Moseley, How to Scare People With Statistics by Tom Good, Red Lipstick by Eva Lake, Barbarella: A Woman of her Time? by Patti Martinson, An Invert's Manifesto by Chad Denton, Roadtripping
by Molly Kiely. Enjoy!






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A quick note about Breeder Indoctrination and Incarceration Day…

I wrote this in CJ's comments and realized that it stands testament to at least part of what I've been struggling with over the past few days as the hallmarkian horror holiday aka "Mother's Day" drew closer.

Hey,I've been struggling with so much in terms of my self image, my
sexualness, ageing, freedom of movement. It became more intense as good ole Breeder Indoctrination and Incarceration Appreciation Day came closer.

I was speaking to Papi this morning about how I think I've used my gorgeous crush man to work through some of this stuff without him even realizing it. I think secretly lusting after him and fucking him on a fairly regular basis...in my mind and then having to deal with the hard realities of what it means to age, to be read as "wife" and to be seen as "mother" has been really painful for me, upsetting, fucking pissy.

I've struggled against it over the past few days. I saw myself obsessively roaming the streets of my neighbourhood, carefully painting my face, choosing less "mummy" clothes, skirts getting shorter and tighter. :) I'm still working it through, but I think the edge came off as I came to realize what was fucking with me.

I think more and more really candid conversations with Papi about my choices, his choices, the ramifications for us as individuals, for us as a coupling, for Stinkapee and Shmolee, really helped a lot. I think that verbalness and writing it out always helps me confront my feelings no matter how jumbled and conflicted they may seem.

Today I'm sitting at the library in full drag. I'm wearing a black pants suit I bought a few weeks ago. My face is painted. I've got on conservative drop pearl earrings with a matching necklace. I have it on good advisement that pearls help grease the way past quite a bit of oppressive stuff a Black girl might encounter on the streets. They're working.

But as they do, I find myself not registering on the radar of the boys I find most titillating. This cycles me back to critiquing and struggling.

How do I need to present?

Why is my survival hinged on presenting in these ways?

What do I do with the rage that builds up as my choices are impinged
on by all sorts of oppressive aesthetics including those meant to control wimmin who breed and child rear?

So, happy (belated) "Mother's Day"...sort of. I didn't really celebrate it. I'm still trying to kill the "good" mother.









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I haven’t blogged for a few days…

This was the perfect comment to come across when I signed on...

Linda has left a new comment on your post "Where I was born and bred...":

(not much of a comment, just positive feedback and thankyous)Darkdaughta, I am reading you and thankful. yesterday read the one called "my path to impowerment", it was such a blessing. these last ones, too, inspiring me to educate myself about my legacy and where I come from.just so you know that you are helping a young (lefty) (feminist) human to raise herself. your words are in my head, swirling and flowing and rocking them boats and it's such an adventure. thank you again.
l.


Thanks for this, Linda. Sometimes I feel as if I start really smoking and everyone shrinks away not sure what to say or how to enter. But these hot, intense, sticky moments where shame, courage, horror, memory mingle and rise to the surface are my "play", so necessary for me. I'm really appreciative of those people who read and return and comment. Still really seeking people who know how to come "dance" to my weird ass tuneless crazy gyal songs on a regular basis who appreciate my moves as much as I appreciate them. Thanks for the lovely waltz. ;)





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Compulsory Heterosexuality…enforced musically…

Poor things. They're so unsure about their desires, they have to specify that they're singing about "girls" when they write about their love affairs and desires. How sad. How uncertain they come across sounding.











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Where I was born and bred…

Another quote from The Slave Ship.

Barbados

Yet another world soon appeard on the horizon. Upon sighting land, the crew "gave a great shout" and made "many signs of joy." But Equiano and the rest of the captives did not share in the excitement. They did not know what to think. Before them lay Barbados, epicenter(my emphasis not the author's) of the historic sugar revolution, crown jewel of the British colonial system, and one of the most fully realized -- and therefore most brutal -- slave societies to be found anywhere in the world.
Not many generations later...
After the fakey-fakey "emancipation" proclamation...
After (oops, this should read just before) the hideous white woman sitting on a pile of blood money sporting a muthafucking crown "gave" us our independence...
With so many middle class and upper class Black barbadians still priding themselves on their ties to Britain, I was born "illegitimately" through my mother into one of the exact center of the slave trade, the place where it first took hold and the place where it probably held on the longest.

This place the author describes, as the brutal epicenter, a few hundred years removed, is my "home".

No worries. I know, I know...
They will tell you I tantrum and freak for no good reason. I'm just attention seeking and needy.

They will tell you I am a shameless skettle/jamette/hoochee who cannot be trusted and who needs to shut her legs and her mouth.

They will tell you that if I just learned to close ranks and learn to turn to any/all people of colour and never openly question inside our ranks, liberation would come in time and we will all benefit...even my trashy queer ass and my bastard children. ;)

And I will come back with:
They know that the knowledge of who we are in these "freedom" times is in the process of being submerged fi good. Eventually no one will be able to make the links between that locus of slaving commerce and where we presently stand not too many generations later. The memory and the whys of it will be taken out of this world.

Deeply entrenched colonial attitudes among even those who have named themselves liberators, revolutionaries, freedom fighters, deep academic thinkers, eloquent author/poets keep us/me/them in chains, writhing under a brutal slave system maintained in the present day by the descendants of African slaves, maintained under pain of physical, emotional and psychological torment, controlled, stiff, shut down, terrified, paralyzed.

The chains are even more brutal because they are defined as non-existent and people like me are maligned sometimes even by the afor mentioned liberators, revolutionaries, freedom fighters, deep academic thinkers and eloquent author/poets for even speaking of our ongoing encarceration in mixed company.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. There are just some things you don't speak of in polite company. No, speaking out in the open just won't do.

Sooo...
This is where I was born.
This is where I enter.
This is the terrain, the flat earth I must continue to describe and point out if I will ever do more than just eek out a living and barely survive.

The epicenter of Middle Passage insanity is here in this flesh meant to walk respectably as a good and colonized example of all a "post colonial" emancipated slave society's daughta should be.

Chest hurts. Bile rises. Terror mounts. I understand that no matter how I convulse, no matter how I resist the end result will be the same - containment. My world of possibilities so carefully and lovingly envisioned shrinks on the daily. My little "disturbances" will not disrupt the classed, racialized, colonized flow of the atrocity that gave me and that place life.

Beam me tha fuck up, Scotty and chart a course for the Klingon homeworld. I'll be safer there.

I know, I know...there is no enterprise. And even if there was, they would only beam me up if I could fit into Uhuru's micro mini dress and suck off Captain James T. Kirk and Jean-Luc Picard (Locutus of Borg).

So, it seems that whether I travel back through time or forward I will have to give "service" on a ship somewhere.

hee, hee, hee! (laughter of the damned in full effect...)






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Disgusted and wordless on a wednesday…

This is a photo of United Church Sterilization Center, Bella Bella BC R.W. Large Memorial Hospital, site of sterilizations and medical experiments on native children between at least 1923 and 1969.

for more information about Canada's Holocaust and the Native Genocide please go here...

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Hidden From History: The Story of the Canadian Genocide…

Information about the story of genocidal mass burials of Native students at Canadian residential school/kidnap and indoctrination facilities came to me via an email. I did not discover it, or independently locate it.

As a low level colonized settler my settler privilege means that my very survival is not hinged on going in search of information about the original inhabitants of these lands. My African descended, displaced, exiled family can draw breath here without having to deal with sticky, hot button issues like Native autonomy, stolen land and resources, genocide and mass graves if we don't want to. That's what being Black, colonized, settler and privileged means.

I'm hoping that instead of castigating me for spelling kkkanada in a way that highlights its history of white supremacist domination or for not being suitably, ass lickingly grateful for being nominated for a white kkkanadian feminist blogger award, white kkkanadian feminists will take a moment and reflect on the history of their/our "home" on Native lands.

Hidden From History: The Story of the Canadian Holocaust - The Untold Story of the Genocide of Aboriginal Peoples

A press release from the site dated reads as follows...


Press Statement: April 10, 2008
Mass Graves of Residential School Children Identified – Independent Inquiry Launched

We are gathered today to publicly disclose the location of twenty eight mass graves of children who died in Indian Residential Schools across Canada , and to announce the formation of an independent, non-governmental inquiry into the death and disappearance of children in these schools.

We estimate that there are hundreds, and possibly thousands, of children buried in these grave sites alone.

The Catholic, Anglican and United Church , and the government of Canada, operated the schools and hospitals where these mass graves are located. We therefore hold these institutions and their officers legally responsible and liable for the deaths of these children.

We have no confidence that the very institutions of church and state that are responsible for these deaths can conduct any kind of impartial or real inquiry into them. Accordingly, as of April 15, 2008, we are establishing an independent, non-governmental inquiry into the death and disappearance of Indian residential school children across Canada .

This inquiry shall be known as The International Human Rights Tribunal into Genocide in Canada (IHRTGC), and is established under the authority of the following hereditary chiefs, who shall serve as presiding judges of the Tribunal:

Hereditary Chief Kiapilano of the Squamish Nation
Chief Louis Daniels (Whispers Wind), Anishinabe Nation Chief Svnoyi Wohali (Night Eagle), Cherokee Nation
Lillian Shirt, Clan Mother, Cree Nation
Elder Ernie Sandy, Anishinabe (Ojibway) Nation
Hereditary Chief Steve Sampson, Chemainus NationAmbassador Chief Red Jacket of Turtle Island

Today, we are releasing to this Tribunal and to the people of the world the enclosed information on the location of mass graves connected to Indian residential schools and hospitals in order to prevent the destruction of this crucial evidence by the Canadian government, the RCMP and the Anglican, Catholic and United Church of Canada.

We call upon indigenous people on the land where these graves are located to monitor and protect these sites vigilantly, and prevent their destruction by occupational forces such as the RCMP and other government agencies.

Our Tribunal will commence on April 15 by gathering all of the evidence, including forensic remains, that is necessary to charge and indict those responsible for the deaths of the children buried therein.

Once these persons have been identified and detained, they will be tried and sentenced in indigenous courts of justice established by our Tribunal and under the authority of hereditary chiefs.

As a first step in this process, the IHRTGC will present this list of mass graves along with a statement to the United Nations in New York City on April 19, 2008. The IHRTGC will be asking the United Nations to declare these mass graves to be protected heritage sites, and will invite international human rights observers to monitor and assist its work.

Issued by the Elders and Judges of the IHRTGC
Interim Spokesperson: Eagle Strong Voice
Email: http://us.f506.mail.yahoo.com/ym/Compose?To=genocidetribunal@yahoo.ca pager: 1-888-265-1007

IHRTGC Sponsors include The Friends and Relatives of the Disappeared, The Truth Commission into Genocide in Canada, the Defensoria Indigenia of Guatemala, Canadians for the Separation of Church and State, and a confederation of indigenous elders across Canada and Turtle Island.
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Mass Graves at former Indian Residential Schools and Hospitals across Canada

A. British Columbia

1. Port Alberni: Presbyterian-United Church school (1895-1973), now occupied by the Nuu-Chah-Nulth Tribal Council (NTC) office, Kitskuksis Road . Grave site is a series of sinkhole rows in hills 100 metres due west of the NTC building, in thick foliage, past an unused water pipeline. Children also interred at Tseshaht reserve cemetery, and in wooded gully east of Catholic cemetery on River Road .
2. Alert Bay : St. Michael’s Anglican school (1878-1975), situated on Cormorant Island offshore from Port McNeill. Presently building is used by Namgis First Nation. Site is an overgrown field adjacent to the building, and also under the foundations of the present new building, constructed during the 1960’s. Skeletons seen “between the walls”.

3. Kuper Island: Catholic school (1890-1975), offshore from Chemainus. Land occupied by Penelakut Band. Former building is destroyed except for a staircase. Two grave sites: one immediately south of the former building, in a field containing a conventional cemetery; another at the west shoreline in a lagoon near the main dock.

4. Nanaimo Indian Hospital: Indian Affairs and United Church experimental facility (1942-1970) on Department of National Defense land. Buildings now destroyed. Grave sites are immediately east of former buildings on Fifth avenue , adjacent to and south of Malaspina College .

5. Mission: St. Mary’s Catholic school (1861-1984), adjacent to and north of Lougheed Highway and Fraser River Heritage Park . Original school buildings are destroyed, but many foundations are visible on the grounds of the Park.

In this area there are two grave sites: a) immediately adjacent to former girls’ dormitory and present cemetery for priests, and a larger mass grave in an artificial earthen mound, north of the cemetery among overgrown foliage and blackberry bushes, and b) east of the old school grounds, on the hilly slopes next to the field leading to the newer school building which is presently used by the Sto:lo First Nation. Hill site is 150 metres west of building.

6. North Vancouver: Squamish (1898-1959) and Sechelt (1912-1975) Catholic schools, buildings destroyed. Graves of children who died in these schools interred in the Squamish Band Cemetery , North Vancouver .

7. Sardis: Coqualeetza Methodist-United Church school (1889-1940), then experimental hospital run by federal government (1940-1969). Native burial site next to Sto:lo reserve and Little Mountain school, also possibly adjacent to former school-hospital building.

8. Cranbrook: St. Eugene Catholic school (1898-1970), recently converted into a tourist “resort” with federal funding, resulting in the covering-over of a mass burial site by a golf course in front of the building. Numerous grave sites are around and under this golf course.

9. Williams Lake : Catholic school (1890-1981), buildings destroyed but foundations intact, five miles south of city. Grave sites reported north of school grounds and under foundations of tunnel-like structure.

10. Meares Island (Tofino): Kakawis-Christie Catholic school (1898-1974). Buildings incorporated into Kakawis Healing Centre. Body storage room reported in basement, adjacent to burial grounds south of school.


11. Kamloops : Catholic school (1890-1978). Buildings intact. Mass grave south of school, adjacent to and amidst orchard. Numerous burials witnessed there.

12. Lytton: St. George’s Anglican school (1901-1979). Graves of students flogged to death, and others, reported under floorboards and next to playground.

13. Fraser Lake : Lejac Catholic school (1910-1976), buildings destroyed. Graves reported under old foundations and between the walls.

Alberta:

1. Edmonton : United Church school (1919-1960), presently site of the Poundmaker Lodge in St. Albert . Graves of children reported south of former school site, under thick hedge that runs north-south, adjacent to memorial marker.

2. Edmonton : Charles Camsell Hospital (1945-1967), building intact, experimental hospital run by Indian Affairs and United Church . Mass graves of children from hospital reported south of building, near staff garden.

3. Saddle Lake : Bluequills Catholic school (1898-1970), building intact, skeletons and skulls observed in basement furnace. Mass grave reported adjacent to school.

4. Hobbema: Ermineskin Catholic school (1916-1973), five intact skeletons observed in school furnace. Graves under former building foundations.

Manitoba:

1. Brandon : Methodist-United Church school (1895-1972). Building intact. Burials reported west of school building.

2. Portage La Prairie: Presbyterian-United Church school (1895-1950). Children buried at nearby Hillside Cemetery .

3. Norway House: Methodist-United Church school (1900-1974). “Very old” grave site next to former school building, demolished by United Church in 2004.

Ontario:

1. Thunder Bay : Lakehead Psychiatric Hospital , still in operation. Experimental centre. Women and children reported buried adjacent to hospital grounds.

2. Sioux Lookout: Pelican Lake Catholic school (1911-1973). Burials of children in mound near to school.

3. Kenora: Cecilia Jeffrey school, Presbyterian-United Church (1900-1966). Large burial mound east of former school.

4. Fort Albany : St. Anne’s Catholic school (1936-1964). Children killed in electric chair buried next to school.

5. Spanish: Catholic school (1883-1965). Numerous graves.

6. Brantford : Mohawk Institute, Anglican church (1850-1969), building intact. Series of graves in orchard behind school building, under rows of trees.

7. Sault Ste. Marie: Shingwauk Anglican school (1873-1969), some intact buildings. Several graves of children reported on grounds of old school.

Quebec:

1. Montreal : Allan Memorial Institute, McGill University , still in operation since opening in 1940. MKULTRA experimental centre. Mass grave of children killed there north of building, on southern slopes of Mount Royal behind stone wall.

Sources:

- Eyewitness accounts from survivors of these institutions, catalogued in Hidden from History: The Canadian Holocaust (2nd ed., 2005) by Kevin Annett. Other accounts are from local residents. See http://www.hiddenfromhistory.org/ .

- Documents and other material from the Department of Indian Affairs RG 10 microfilm series on Indian Residential Schools in Koerner Library, University of B.C.

- Survey data and physical evidence obtained from grave sites in Port Alberni , Mission , and other locations.

This is a partial list and does not include all of the grave sites connected to Indian residential Schools and hospitals across Canada. In many cases, children who were dying of diseases were sent home to die by school and church officials, and the remains of other children who died at the school were incinerated in the residential school furnaces.

This information is submitted by The Friends and Relatives of the Disappeared (FRD) to the world media, the United Nations, and to the International Human Rights Tribunal into Genocide in Canada (IHRTGC). The IHRTGC will commence its investigations on April 15, 2008 on Squamish Nation territory.

For more information on the independent inquiry into genocide in Canada being conducted by the IHRTGC, write to: http://us.f506.mail.yahoo.com/ym/Compose?To=genocidetribunal@yahoo.ca

10 April, 2008
Squamish Nation Territory (“ Vancouver , Canada ”)


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I’m thinking about prisons…



(yes, i know, i know...i have really bad taste in music...)

The author of The Slave Ship is steering very close to exploring the origins of the people of color focussed prison complex in the amerikkkas.

He pretty much goes there when describing the slave ship as also a prison vessel meant to incarcerate the slaves, shackle, bind, contain them. His reading of the slave ship says that low level white sailors were often more likely prisoners "liberated" from land-based prisons in europe, custody transfered to the slave ship captain, still expected to serve out their sentences. It seems there was a consensus that the land prisons were much more pleasant than being imprisoned on board a slave ship, starved, force worked and fed to the sharks.

But I'm thinking farther back, too

Ship of fools, ship of "fools", "mad" people, Othered people, excluded people, necessary for the maintenance of societal binary people put on board a floating hell house and set adrift, imprisoned on the ship of "fools".

Incarceration as social exclusion...
It seems that the idea constructing human beings as other than human, kidnapping them, putting them aboard a ship and setting them adrift has its roots not in the slave ship, not even in the prisoners sent to the south pacific, but in the ship of fools...hmmm...did they put lepers on boats bound for nowhere, too?

So when they built their reserves, when they built their plantations they already knew there would be no freedom for any of those they constructed as subhumans.

When we question the prison complex, realize that from their vantage point all is well. They have been putting those we understand as "their own" on ships for hundreds of years and setting them adrift to nowhere with no thought of wrongdoing.

Hmm...funny, though, how did the white Australians and white new zealanders "graduate" to settler status when they started off as trash? Rhetorical, really. They have white skin, yellow hair and could "other" the Native people they found and in so doing dominate them as they had been dominated. Sweet.

With the well-being of their society completely predicated on imprisoning Others, nothing about the high percentage of Native people, Black people, other people of color and poor white people is a surprise. It's how they keep their pax.

Nothing about how they do thangs is gonna change without a brawling, bruising, brutal fight. They set it up that way.

Mama just prepares her babes as best as she can. The storm comes.




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