I first saw this picture in an email from the group Noon 30 (a college classmate and friend of mine - waddup Viv - is in this group). It immediately resonated with me because I think it does a great job of visualizing part of the struggle of the black woman over history. From the slave days/times to when Black people in general first got the opportunity to educate themselves and eventually became learned in many different areas. To now being strong (not that black women haven't always been just that), empowered, individualistic, and forward-thinking.
Love this image.
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Thursday, June 23, 2011
Thursday, October 16, 2008
This is what happens when my mother starts getting comfortable on YouTube...
This Obama Hustle is something my grandmother would jump right into and learn if she was in Detroit at the Grendadier Club. No introductions necessary. Just some music, a bunch of other women doing a line dance, and BAM! She's right up there joining in like she's known these women all her life. Same with my mother. Maybe this is why I almost always feel obligated to get up and do the cupid shuffle at every wedding I attend. It's in my blood.
And I can't finish this post without say that we (Black folks) stay coming up with some daggon dances, I swear!
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