Black America

Habari Ghani? Nia – Purpose

When thinking about purpose I always call on my ancestors to remind me of where my DNA has been. Today I was looking for info on my maternal great-grandfather, a blues singer and musician in the early 20th century, and found this Library of Congress entry which might be him. There is also this from Bourgeois Blues:...

Habari Ghani? Ujima: Collective Work and Responsibility

When I was younger, I didn’t like Ujima. My parents were always telling me to be responsible. I hated responsibility. I just wanted to sit in the corner and get lost in my books. So what if my room wasn’t clean? There were Elves and dragons waiting. Collective work was even worse.  It was hard...

Habari Ghani? Umoja: Unity

During Kwanzaa, ever since I was young, my father always puts on the Kawaida album by Mtume, Herbie Hancock, et al. (link after the jump).  We sit around the fireplace with the requisite Kwanzaa items: kinara (candle holder); mkeka (straw mat); vibunzi (ears of corn); kikomba cha umoja (unity cup); and last, but not least, zawadi (gifts). We...

Kwanzaa For All

In most of the U.S., secular and religious Christians are opening presents near a decorated evergreen tree and feasting. They sit in appreciation of family and friends.  For some, this is one of the holiest days in the year, celebrating the miraculous birth of Jesus Christ.  For secular and religious Jews, Hanukkah has just ended,...

Response to Racism in the Yoga Studio

I can’t be silent. Today, the blog xo Jane posted an article written by what can only be perceived as a closeted racist regarding her discomfort while observing a struggling new student in her yoga class.  The quotes that irk me the most? “A few weeks ago, as I settled into an exceptionally crowded midday...