I didn’t even make an attempt to watch the Golden Globes last night. I was in bed drinking juice, watching Pokemon and reliving my childhood. I DID however hear of some Black girl magic happening when Oprah was the first Black woman to win the Cecil B DeMille award. Let me drop a quick Jewel on you…
I’m glad that Black people are FINALLY being recognized for excellence in their respective fields. I think seeing people as equal is a great way to break your best ‘A game’ in every aspect of life. Imagine if we could all just be on a leveled playing field? I think we often spend so much time comparing our differences, we often forget how similar we are.
I’m also sad that we have to have so many ‘first’ for Blacks in 2018. That shit is fucking ridiculous. We have ALWAYS displayed excellence, whether the academy sees it or not.
I guess my real question is…
Should we value these award shows at all?
In any event, good Job Oprah. We’ll deserved. Keep inspiring little girls all over the world.
Check out the speech in the buzzfeed link below.
My earliest memories of Martin Luther King Day include my Dad sitting us down as a family to express his gratitude for the late Reverend. Sure, years later the public school system would try to teach us the ins and outs on the civil rights movement…but my Dad was insistent that we were taught its importance, among many other things, at home. He told us stories on how they, he and my Mom, joined with Blacks worldwide some years ago in protest to make MLK day a holiday. Image that! As a kid I was so proud that my own parents had stood for a cause so great, and I wanted to be as great as Dr. King was. I secretly wished I could march too.
Every MLK day we would go down to Martin Luther King Jr Blvd and watch the parade every year! Marching Bands, Candy, Hot chocolate, non profits and peace organizations were everywhere! People of all colors could be seen on this day, celebrating the dream Dr. King spoke of and the legacy he’d left behind in his quest for equality.
I’m an adult now, and the parade doesn’t seem as great as it used to. Dad hasn’t been up to it since his stroke, but my sister and I still go every year. It’s like our little way to say thank you to all the men and women who died for us to be seen as equal. Thank you to all those who marched to keep Dr. King’s dream alive. Thank you Dad for teaching us the importance of spreading love and standing up for what we believe to be right.
Thank You, Dr. King.