Today I'm going to try and reach out and touch some blogs worthy of our attention, but out in the margins of popularity. Let's give 'em some love y'all.
First on the menu is James C. Collier who has some interesting multidimensional links to IATs that I didn't realize had been created on his sidebar. Check them out if you have the time. Meanwhile he advocates some simple health care advice.
New York City Schools will shortly begin a highly-publicized cash incentive program for coaxing improvement out of under performing black kids, and this may be well and good, but paying kids money to learn when their essential vitamin D levels are slowing them down, like a drag-shoot, makes little sense. The vitamin D levels of most of these kids, like their parents, are so low that they fail to register at all in health screening.
Innovate sure. But, while we are at it, how about wrapping some free vitamin D around a promotional campaign? It's just a cheap pill and our future, regardless of race.
Undercover Black Man
Next up, UCB has an interview with the original Ice Cube that we all know and 'loved'. I guess it just goes to show that success in show business means saying that the customer is always right.
So we’re backstage. It’s like, “Yo, man, should we do ‘Fuck tha Police’?” Nobody said yeah and nobody said no. Then we heard our cue so they ran up onstage, Ren and Dre and Yella. They go out first. To me, if nobody said yeah and nobody said no, we ain’t gonna do the song. That’s what I’m thinking. “I guess we’re going to do the regular show as planned.”
So it’s my turn to come up there, and I do “Gangsta, Gangsta.” Kids go crazy. After I finish “Gangsta, Gangsta,” after the lights go out and the music cut off, you hear the kids chanting: “Fuck the police! Fuck the police! Fuck the police!”
Then I go into “A Bitch Iz a Bitch.” After I finish that, I stop. “Fuck the police! Fuck the police! Fuck the police!” That’s all you hear the kids chanting.
He also gives some perspective on some dude named Bobby Cutts Jr, that I overheard was embarrassing black people somehow.
The Last Plantation
It looks as if, FINALLY, Debra Dickerson has gotten herself a proper blog. It's a good thing because that last pile was just too obscure to get my cyber hands on. Now she's got trackbacks, RSS and the whole grownup package. Good. Whoops. Spoke too soon. No RSS feed coming from her direction yet. Hmm. maybe the digital divide is real. I suppose I should send her an email.
Speaking of butt-ugly blogs. What's up with JC? I know it's all about the content, but dayyum. She spews a bit on homophobes and the continuing drama at King Hospital which has thankfully been divested of the name of Charles Drew. No sense in dragging the Drew School through the mud. The King Hospital fiasco has been a train wreck coming for a decade now. I can remember mentioning the mismanagement to a friend at a high school reunion in '98 and he got defensive about it even way back then. Pull the plug, man just pull the plug.