Brown people straight up owned the National Spelling Bee this year. Did you see how many contestants in the top 10 were Indian? I thought I was looking at ten 7th grade pictures of me. I think one of them might have been wearing the same tucked in black jeans I had too.
But this beautiful moment goes beyond just brown people winning a contest. Brown people, whether they be Indian, Pakistani, Bengali, Arab, whatever (we’re all the same yo, in this together) - were colonized by people who INVENTED ENGLISH. Then we immigrated to their countries and got mocked and ridiculed for how we speak it. And here we are in 2013, at the highest level of competition, ON PRIMETIME ESPN, straight up dunking on these fools.
Aman Ali, Muslim American stand-up comedian, storyteller, journalist and writer of Indian descent. (via faineemae)
And then, and then they had the nerve to suggest that since brown people were so fucking good at spelling and whipping white children left and right at Spelling Bees everywhere, they want to change the rules so you have to know what the words mean as well. They’re hoping that would give white kids an edge over brown kids because brown learning is more focused on memorization than understanding but they’re wrong. If they changed the rules, brown kids would still be winning. I spelt “refrigerator” for relatives when I was 4 and I knew what “fallacious” meant when I was 7. They’re just mad we’re better at their language than they are.
And to further quote him, “Jai ho up in this biatch.”
Miles Davis - My Funny Valentine (1964)
As quoted from Miles Davis’ website:
Just before going on stage, Miles informed his companions [Herbie Hancock, Tony Williams, Ron Carter and George Coleman] that the quintet’s purse would go to three civil rights organizations supporting voter registration of Blacks in the South. The musicians contested this charitable gesture forced upon them. Miles, who liked to provoke his collaborators, never doubted that the concert’s intensity originated in the musicians’ negative feelings. This exceptional concert was released on two records: the first, in 1965, brought together the evening’s four ballads—pure transcendence from start to finish—along with “All Blues” (whose second introduction contains Miles’ most explicit reference to the first notes of his 80s’ hit “Jean Pierre”). But the two masterpieces on the record are “My Funny Valentine” and “Stella By Starlight,” two great instances of musical eroticism during which the melodies, harmonic frame, and tempos are simultaneously unveiled and disguised, to the point of inciting a cry of ecstasy—during the introduction to “Stella”—from someone in the first rows, who was none other than the singer Babs Gonzales.
Recorded live at Philharmonic Hall, Lincoln Center, NYC on February 12, 1964 at a benefit concert for voter registration in Mississippi and Louisiana sponsored by the NAACP Defense Fund, The Congress for Racial Equality, and the Student Non-violent Coordinating Committee.
15 minutes of poetry in sound.
Supreme love for this album.
I am the eggman, they are the eggmen. I am the walrus!
Members of Congress are living off food stamps for a week to protest Republican cuts. It’s a challenge for them, but GOP cuts would hurt millions of everyday Americans.
Why does this not have more publicity. This needs it!
Signal boosting this A) because it deserves to be seen by more people, and b) because I appreciate some members of Congress are actually willing to see what it’s like living on food stamps in order to make their point about how horrifying cutting food stamps would be.
News flash, regressives: people on food stamps do not load up on Snickers bars and filet mignon. They’re limited in what they can buy, and oftentimes, it’s not enough to get by on. Go on thinking these are entitlements that let minorities live lives of luxury, comfortable in the knowledge that you’ll never go hungry.
You privileged, elitist pricks.