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It’s been a rough year so far. It came in with a bang of prosperity to job loss at the midpoint. The rest of the year doesn’t look good. So… to remind myself that I have quite the battle ahead, I painted my own tarot to brace myself for the coming months.
2017: Year of Challenges and Changes
February: The Devil I should not have took out a credit account for my tv….a safe always falls out of the sky and land on my head when I use credit instead of cash.
March: Queen of Swords (reversed) Ok, I opened up a can of whoop-ass on someone (probably David). I don’t remember what for…
April: Seven of Swords (reversed). What hit me? Which one of y’all hit me? Come ‘ere! We were only paid one paycheck this month.
May: Ten of Chalices (reversed) Job Loss: the buying partner won’t may overhead during merger. No paychecks. We were a great crew. We loved puzzles and most of all afternoon tea and discourses.
June: The Magician (reversed) I’ve had to be sketchily clever this month. Thanks, Mom.
July: Three of Swords (reversed) I am very scared.
August: Seven of Swords Now what am I going to try to get away with? I’d better make sure I don’t inadvertently make away with someone else’s golden ticket.
September: Ace of Wands. Hopefully a new job doing something new and more profitable.
October: Ten of Pentacles (reversed). I’m going to lose someone and an inheritance. This month is gonna suck.
November: Four of Chalices. Breathe. Just Breathe. Jinkies what an ordeal.
December: The World. What ever happens this year, all will be completed. I’d better make damn sure my second graphic novel has been completed and released during all of the involuntary time off!
The Year: Eight of Pentacles:
New Enterprise or skillset even if its at the apprentice stage. Well, I hope I become a junior producer after this right of passage. SHEESH!
Dear, ‘Rebecca’, Beth Cirami, and ’Woman’ of the wealthy Francis Howell school district,
I don’t think you are racist at heart, but unfortunately, your rhetoric against the student body of the Normandy school district IS. A better argument to make against the wrong side of the tracks moving into your district would be that you WELCOME students with good academic and disciplinary records, but you are concerned about those who have contempt for school and have poor disciplinary records. Your original statement paints an entire community as worthless and dangerous. The revision I provided acknowledges those who doing well and have great potential.
Do you know that there is a large group of minorities who try their darndest to be the exemplar of society? No, I am not speaking of the model minority that is the Asian community, but the very communities that are widely disdained: Black and Brown. Yes, we’re being systematically moved to your community to enjoy the resources you’re property taxes pay for, but you know what? Our children will pay you back by being the doctors, lawyers and bankers that may help your child in the future as a peer. Seriously, the U.S. can use all the STEM graduates it can get.
Who care where they come from???
Do you know that the curriculum in wealthy communities like yours are more kinesthetically oriented? Learning by Doing and interactivity is the most universal form of teaching, however it’s also the most expensive. Only 20% of the population are auditory learners—guess which learning style is taught in under funded public schools? Yeah, expect only 20% of the student body pass algebra II in an underfunded school. Such a small percentage is not going to boost the test scores of those schools, therefore the college recruiters won’t visit. Forget it.
As a predominantly visual learner, I became an artist. Artist aren’t in high demand, but I am good at what I do and earn a respectable living as an animator. When I transferred into a wealthy school when I was 11 years old in 1983, I was one of those poor kids who inspired my wealthy peers with my ability to turn any lecture or project (save math) into a comic strip. One right-side-of-the-tracks classmate even said that she would not have gotten through trigonometry without me. I was an asset. I AM an asset. So, please. Give those poor Black and Brown kids a chance! They WILL surprise you.
Yes, there will be problems with adjusting, but be patient and most of all—DON’T LEAVE!!! White Flight, as This American Life said, is the other half o the problem. Civilizations advance when cultures mix, not when they’re isolated. It may look like Northern Europe has made every advancement on their own, but no, much of the prowess comes from China, North Africa (through the Romans), the Ottomans and the riches plundered via dependency theory on the New World. White hegemony came through European expansion during the Renaissance. War, technology and administration( you don’t need to be rocket scientist smart to organize desperate people) learned from other nations and innovated into Dutch East/West India trading companies et al. Humans. We all need each other.
Please reconsider running away from the absorption of the Normandy school district. As I said, it will be uncomfortable for a while, but if the community gels together and develops a great network of parents, your fears of school violence and under achievement won’t be as disproportionately overwhelming as you fear.
When you are a lead actor of a show, it’s courteous to give plenty of notice when you intend to leave. Plenty of notice. Matt Smith who played the Eleventh Doctor Who, grew weary of role and wished to move on. Understandable. An actor only has seven years to create a brand and it’s unwise to establish just one personae. As adorable as his Doctor is, instinct told Smith it was time to go before he jumped the shark. However, a year’s notice wasn’t enough to pull off what Moffat had in mind for a regeneration finale. At least I don’t think so.
The end of the Eleventh’s spell was supposed to play out over an array of three episodes with a spectacular 50th anniversary special in-between. Now the Name of the Doctor and Day of the Doctor were fine, but the Time of the Doctor was ant–climactic. I was expecting Trenzalore to be an advanced civilization that wouldn’t accept the Doctor’s help and residency given his reputation, not a Dicken’s Faire leveled by molotov cocktails. I suspect that there wasn’t enough time to build and model a proper set for advanced civilization, so the crew did the best they could.
I think Moffat had something really grad in mind. but ran out of time. A two-part story would’ve been grand. Moffat could have written a pay off on the Minotaur’s poem of the Ancient Creature and River’s scolding monologue of the fear people have of the Doctor, no matter how many civilizations he saved. Wherever the Doctor goes, even when he’s on vacation, there is trouble. He’s a portent for trouble. Poor guy.
I envision a story of the Doctor’s frustration and pain at being a bad omen. Everyone usually hugs the Doctor even after he drags them to Hel and back. Not this time and it’s not really his fault. The Tardis takes him to where he needs to be, not ever to where he wants to go, so he rarely gets a rest to prove himself otherwise. What’s more is that he relishes in the adventure of conflict. Rory said, in a moment of altruism ( laced with his usual “I wanna stay home” whining) that the Doctor by example of his prowess, asks too much of people. Or rather people do too much at their own risk to impress him. Instead on epic, what we have is Doctor Geppetto repairing toys for the local children of a populace who has no idea who he is or what he’s done before, which creates a disconnect in the story arc of the series. Thus killing the Minotaur and River’s words of warning.
Death would be a gift for the Doctor. I would’ve hated for the franchise to end, but it would’ve been justified given the story. So, now the Lonely God/Ancient Creature is 2000 years old with a new generation cycle. What kind of person is he now?
At the table reading, Matt fell apart upon reciting the eulogy for his regeneration. He commented in interviews that he didn’t know what came over him. I can guess.
#1 The eulogy is a love letter from Moffat for the effort the two poured into the Eleventh and they’ll always remember him.
#2 The regeneration story could’ve been ten times better if Matt didn’t leave so soon. For all that effort winning over the skeptics and gaining a new generation of fans, they shoot themselves in the foot with a comprised ending to a wonderful spell of the Doctor.
It’s alright Matt and Moffat. As an industry veteran of twenty years, I know how fast an actor has to work now to create himself as a brand ( as I mentioned before) and advance in the industry. If an artist doesn’t become a director in after seven years, he or she may find themselves ostracized from the industry. It happened to me before I got wise and Matt knows like the Doctor, he has to change and become another person. Good luck with your next personae, Matt and do keep us Yanks in who have fallen in love with you in touch.
Clara Oswald is a Dr. Who companion who is getting a bit of flack from Whovians. They claim that the series fell flat once she was formerly introduced as a companion. Furthermore, she ushers the end of the Eleventh Doctor’s reign.
Now this is partly true. but it’s not due to a flaw in writing -not yet-. Matt Smith is a transition Doctor in addition to a introductory Doctor for a new generation, who earned a new purpose at the end of his reign. The Ancient Creature, the Lonely God is no longer homeless and he shall travel to Gallifrey with Clara-not the Tardis as his herald. Why do you think the Tardis dislikes Clara so much?
There have been Easter Eggs in the foreshadowing of the Tenth and Eleventh’s reigns. The Tenth’s theme, The Lonely God, is about relationship for he laments that his companions leave ( as they should) forget him, but ultimately break his heart. The Eleventh, The Ancient Creature, actually encounters a manifestation of the Tardis as a beautiful woman( story intended for the 10th) who complains about how he drags home strays. The Tardis is annoyed at this point, but The Doctor’s Wife does not feel threatened until Clara, the Impossible Girl steps inside the control room. Nothing is superfluous in story—or at least it is’t meant to be for all element are essential for advancing the plot.
Now that the Doctor has a new herald, it will be interesting to see if the Tardis becomes a Shape-Shifter that develops into a Shadow as he embarks in his journey home and possible the end of his adventures. For the first time, the Tardis won’t want what the Doctor wants. After all, she stole herself a Time Lord to explore the Universe. The last thing she wants is to return to being a museum piece. Remember, it was the Tardis who occupied the room in the Hotel of Fates in the God Complex.
It will be interesting to see how Moffet’s story pans out if my speculations are true. In the meantime, I’m going to continue to enjoy Clara as my first and favorite companion. No, Whovians; there is no need for sexual tensions or father-daughter relationships when the Herald guides the protagonist.
Clara: lucidity, clear, bright…she’ll lead the way!
Fish Fingers and Custard,
Ashanti of HipChick Comics
A male character who is charming, smart, a gentleman and had his shit together can and IS a marketable property—in Great Britain.
My Peggy of Samhain Night has introduced me to safe viewing of Dr. Who starting with the Eleventh ad working by way backwards. And I must say, I am forever grateful,. Doctor Who has always frightened me as a child. Peggy informed me that the incarnation of the Doctor I encountered on that fateful day my Grandmother’s job was the Fourth Doctor. Years later, speaking as an industry professional, I must say the production designers were rather effective in regards to the fright barometer given the limited resources they had. I think they were on lollipops laced with LSD and pop rocks for those creatures were a psychological nightmare!
Although clearly fake looking, the costumes for the creatures strike the fear button. The bright red, candy-like fear button which relies totally on perception and not believability. I was housemates with Lauren Faust when we were in college together in the 1990’s and we had a big fight over the wolf from the Neverending Story. She argued that the wolf isn’t scary to her because you can see the puppeteer’s hand through the muzzle of the wolf. However, as mentioned before, fake does not cancel out perception. Who cares if you can see the form of the puppeteer’s hand under three wolf’s face. THOSE EYES against the dark setting are scary! I’ll add two more “fake”, scary-ass monsters to the list: the Popeye Octopus, and those damn orange, jiggling cylindrical monster unleashed by the poppy dealer in the Wiz.
Don’t mess with Jung. Psychology of patterns and themes will phuck you up!
Scaryiness aside, I am forever grateful to the developers and present day writers of Doctor Who. I don’t have to follow the principle of the flawed Hollywood underdog to write a good male protagonist. Many Hollywood writers and show runners nowadays are twenty-year-olds who haven’t reached their full potential in character. They’ve excelled professionally and that is all. As a result you get characters like mopey-whiny, chronically depressed young or middle-aged man who wants an alpha female, but behaves like an omega male—and gets her. One would speculate that this group of creators and their target weren’t raised, but dragged into adulthood. Unfortunately, in the information age, life imitates art so, more and more dragged up losers are created with each adult satire or action-movie that condones sloth and other serious character flaws. Now wonder so many women are single! It’s a Hephaestus and Aphrodite pattern, but Aphrodite doesn’t get to cheat on Hephaestus with Ares. It’s oppressive and I don’t like it.
This same group also feels that a male protagonist should have seriously debilitating character flaws such as selfish-existentialism with none of the altruism of the philosophy’s essence and depression. In an effort to conform, I changed Giermo from an educated, roguish, cavalier charmer to the point of being unlikeable. Giermo will grow. I am female and there’s no way in Hel I’m going to let him get away with such behavior, but Giermo did grow once he realizes that he was his own Shadow and in later comics he carried himself with the humility of a guy a girl would actually marry.
The characters of HipChick Comics can be charming and funny without being assholes. No, satirical Hollywood, my future make characters will not make lewd jokes and be irresponsible in their sexual exploits. They won’t be unattractive. They won’t emotionally distant from their male friend either in fear of being perceived as Gay. There’s nothing wrong with being Gay anyway, so that Rambo trend of i don’t know what to call it, can die. At least it will in my world.
Kaisei, Ares, Hermes and all of musicians and fine artists are going to be MY make ideal. I don’t have to rely on the American macho-market. The longevity of Doctor Who’s success vindicates my choices to my critics who will say that my males are too perfect. There are other flaws you can use to deepen the arcs of a character and his story. I do agree that you are not supposed to make a story too easy for your hero. There are flaws in altruism. valiance, and the quest for the aesthetic and leadership. Poor Giermo. I’ll shall make it up to you. My Nami’s husband.
Superficial, In Between Days and Klashktse is intended to be an oasis for women in the dating desert of reality. The Marriage Squeeze and the impossible dating pool is the reason why sexy vampire moves are so popular with single women in their thirties. This demographic has not found it’s prince yet. And the prince is not Joe the Plumber, but an extraordinary Hades or Hermes males who respectively is from an extra-ordinary world, has his shit together and takes his lady on adventures. The Hollywood underdog can not keep up. “Rory” gets left at home in my books. There will never be a loser among the principle characters in the mythos of HipChick Comics ever again. Thank you for your sacrifice, Giermo.
Thank you, David and Davies. Matt and Moffett
I am researching styles and ideas for the Mikka’s industrial design compound, Jasian Genetic. Jasian Genetic has always been in the same neighborhood as Decepticon Headquarters in the Bermuda Triangle and built from all of the materials from lost air and naval craft that has drifted into its depth over the years. The result is a found art under sea sculpture garden if you will, with a space port, Greek theater, and IDS shipyard and design complex under sea marked by an aircraft carrier on the surface. This is gong to be quite a feat to pull off but I feel more than up to it. The illustrations will for my upcoming novel, The Pantheist which will have the Lord of the Rings and art monograph format. I’m excited.
Enjoy the pics and feel free to use them for reference in your own work. Just be nice and give me a mention if you do 🙂
-Kittens and Unicorns
I’ve been trying to look for the name of this track and it’s genre for like, 3 years, because this is the genre KlashkaTse is before Tabby is hired to bubblegum the scene up so the band member can pay their student loans.
ANyhoo: I give you the Electronic/Industrial Body Movement genre featuring Bigod 20’s “The Bog”.
I find the Snoop Pearson character of The Wire frighteningly fascinating. A from of mine told of the excellent writing of this series and after some apprehension I finally checked out the 5th and last season by chance from the library. The first episode was so gory and I hated Snoop and Chris from the get go. I was happy to see that Snoop was killed toward the end of the season. However, when I checked out the 4th season to check out the theme of the school system ( always a great concern to me) I found myself drawn to her.
I know….but let’s open our minds.
There is something about this character and the actress. Killer of no, she is incredibly charismatic. So is the devil. Yet, one must separate the actress from the character. Gbenge is nothing like his character Chris Paltrow. He’s an adorable family man from Nigeria. Furthermore, Chris is not a blood thirsty killer. He simply does a job and most of the time, kills humanely like a military soldier would. The military of where Chris belongs, but we all know that working the drug trade is far more profitable.
Back to Snoop.
If I could get a vocal director like Andrea Romano to train Ms. Pearson in diction and smooth out accent a pinch, she would be an appealing voice for Tabby. Tabby is supposed to have a husky voice with a “hella” Oakland dialect. However, Tabby is so charismatic that she easily code switches between worlds. Those worlds being the inner-city streets to punk-mod suburbanite. She’s a universal girl.
Well, it just a thought. My show is not yet green lit, so there is time to search other options. When I made this decision, I felt that I was in Nami mode. The business woman who tells the art rock quartet, Klashkatse that they need a “Paul” to balance their “John” to appeal to the masses and nothing appeals to the masses today like hip hop culture. I thought of Tabby as being heterogenetic Black like myself, but perhaps a mode/code switcher would be easier for the general audience to comprehend. It would also give White America some insight of how marginalized cultures live in a liminal state for soul and survival.
The following essay is not a rant against the wonderful Black men who raise their families, keep that fortune within the race by marrying Black women and raise successful sons and who make a positive difference in the world. However, it obvious that such men are rare. There just aren’t enough to go around. Black women often lose our knights in shining armor to straight-haired women outside the race. I am also also not against inter-racial couples. I would be a hypocrite to be so for all of my boyfriends have been white. I like geeks and I merge with men who share my geeky interests. I would happily consider a Black geek man, but the only ones I know are gay or fiercely taken. Nevertheless, it seems that our best and brightest marry outside the race or only marry within the race for the sake of Afrocentrism, which is unfortunate. Love is organic. What honor is there in winning a mate by default? Still, it would be nice to see more successful Black families. You can’t control who you fall in love with, but it would still be nice to see a successful Black family headed by a stable, erudite Black father. Instead, Black women, for the most part get the strays and losers of the herd, which has caused major problems in the African-American community in financial stability, strength of character and education. Personally, I think Black women who want children and go it alone as they have been, but with enough education which leads to the financial means and resources to raise their family successfully. Women have raised children without men before in collectives. Why not now? This is also not a rant solely against Black Men. This essay is more of question of why alternative’s to Patriarchy is considered subversive. There are a men of all races who aren’t the marring kind, yet impregnate a fair share of women who raise their daughters and love their sons. As a result, you get a population of spoiled man-boys who are unable to provide for families and strong women who become breadwinners and leaders in life: a matriarchy. This phenomenon has become endemic to contemporary African American culture and it’s time Black women were recognized as a legitimate leaders equal to men of their society.
Silvia Soleil speaks:
Why Aren’t Black Women Recognized As the Leaders of the Black Race?
Upon writing this concept, I assumed that I was the first to coin the term, but accruing to a Wikipedia article of the same name I am not. However, in contrast to Wikipedia, I must say that the Black community it a matriarchy.
Emerging Matriarchy in a Patriarchal Society
A Black mother prepares her children for their adults lives a bit differently. Black girl children are pushed to succeed in education and career and Black male children are spoiled to compensate for the missing husband in the Black household. This parallels the Creator Goddess and her Son/Lover archetype. This archetype is from the story of Cybil who was the goddess of the earth in early Mediterranean tradition who creates the world by immaculately conceiving a son who in turn inseminates her . Their children become the inhabitants of the world and we are all decedents of them today. Since this myth is from the Mediterranean, the archetype of a mother who spoils her son in universal. That’s when the father is supposed to step in and teach the boy to be man. However, 50-if not 70% of Black women so not have the luxury of a husband so the Black son of a single mom stays a boy. With sons spoiled to this degree, this son has no need to venture out on a Hero’s Journey to face the perils of the world and thus become a man, because he has everything he wants in the bosom of his mother. The same is not true for girls. Childbirth is how we face death and conquer it and it happens right at home. Therefore, our mother’s instill us with the power to look death in the face when tricks it’s way into our wombs and beat it. The Black woman’s Hero’s Journey comes in the guise of the impregnating predatory male who can ruin your life in 8 minutes of passion. A Black mother warns her daughter at the get go: don’t get pregnant and you’re on your own so prepare for survival. Furthermore, if you don’t want to be poor, don’t trust men. Men are the shape-shifter and the shadow instead of the knight in shining armor.
Therefore, Black women are resilient and wary. However, the ruling class interprets our demeanor as angry and unfeminine. In disagree. Black women are the governing power of Feminine- we’re matriarchal. To us, feminine does not equal dependent. Weak and dependent is how a woman ends up on public assistance.
The Powerful Invisible Demographic
In an infuriating NPR article on the dropout rate of minorities and rural Whites from high school, a whopping 43% of Blacks drop out of high school. At first I was ashamed at the deterioration of my community since our peak pre-hip hop 1980’s, but then I thought of all of the successful Black women I know. Sure there are many Black women who become Welfare Queens, but I had a strong suspicion that NPR forgot to factor gender into the equation. I am sure most of that 43% of Black high school drop outs are Black MEN. For the sake of context, it was not the journalist job or the theme of the article to be gender specific. However, I think when it comes to Blacks of America and Sub-Saharan Africa, I think the world should make distinctions.
• Who were welcomed and become the matriarchs of Egyptian royal families. Black Women.
• Despite having a vehement distaste for Black Africans who are considered “Zanj: slaves, who among the Zanj do the Arabs respect. Black women.
• Who were the bread winners of their families since Reconstruction while Black men were plagued by the wake of Nat Turner’s rampage? Black women.
• In the face of war torn Rwanda toad, who is building a crafts industry to support their families instead of using their income to further political conflicts? Black women.
• Who took advantage of Brown vs. the Board of education and excelled in education and business. Black women.
• Who has been consistently head of household since the Civil Right Movement. Black women.
• When will the media get a clue and realize that the measure of man does not apply to the Black community any longer.
IT. IS. THE. WO-MEN.
A minister following the words of Daniel Patrick Moynihan can preach equality diligence with all the fever you want to a congregation, but It’s mostly the women who will be listening and take action. This is not a slight against the Black men who are breaking their necks to succeed, my rant is for the failures to who had potential, but choose the easier, short sighted path to a life of sloth and crime.
The Peanut Gallery will blame the emasculating Black woman for this phenomenon. We are not to blame. In fact, it because of the few Black women who emasculate their sons that get the Black men who succeed as far as they can without a father in life. However, once a boy outgrows his mother, her authority wanes and although he may still respect his mom, she is no longer a mentor and that’s where the missing link to Black male success. I had several mentors in my formative years. As responsible, working adult, I know how important they are. A child can outgrow their parents in the education context as well.
Advancement Through Sexual Selection
Any woman will tell you that it’s better for a bad father to be gone than be part of the household as a drunken, festering sore on the health of the family psyche. There are those who live in a, ivory tower Disney’s Universe who say that Black women make poor choices in mates. True. However, what they repeatedly forget to include in their argument is that women are ranked and Black women are at the bottom of the sexual selection ladder. Therefore, we get the strays and losers. Every women has to kiss frogs until they find their prince and are sometimes left pregnant by them. Furthermore, excluding the Michelle Obama’s of the world, Princes of all colors avoid Black women. Don’t believe me? Dear White, Right-wing clueless senator who made the aforementioned “poor choices” comment, why didn’t you choose a Black woman for a wife?
Do I hear crickets?….yeah I thought so.
What are we? Ugly?
This leads me to different area of the topic: recent studies have shown that the earning power of Black women is less than that of men in general including the Black men who are successful. This is where marriage comes in: teamwork. When a person needs to prepare for that big push into management, they can go as far when they are scrambling to make rent. I’ll use myself as an example: if I had been able to make a good match, I would never have had to move back in with my mother, in order to advance my career. I moved from a lovely San Francisco apartment which was located in one of the best parts of the city, because I could not wait for the right job to come around after graduation. My landlord even suggested that my boyfriend move in to help with rent. I was open to the idea, but there was a big problem: I had no boyfriend and I am unable to attract someone comparable to myself. Many have this problem no matter the race, but the problem is especially acute in Black women. We have no one to pool our assets with. Successful Black men marry outside the race and other races view Black women chiefly as liaisons. I attracted many a bloodshot rheumy eyed district manager, but they all had wives. I really put myself out there–even on Cragsligst with a mention of a shared centrally located apartment in San Francisco to sweeten the deal to prove that I was a good match, but the only person who showed up was a toothless, night club bouncer who didn’t even know ow to drive and no college degree. So despite the ads and my regular visits to the MatrixFillmore-the trendiest bar where highly educated singles meet up, no one approached me seriously. Nor any of my much lovelier than I, Black girl friends. None of hese lovely Savah and Leetah of Elf Quest lookalikes have much luck with developing life-mate relationship with comparable partners–and no Mr. Cosby we’re not going to marry delivery boys and men with criminal records! Let the women of the ruling class pair up with them, we have enough working against us. The bottom line is, Prince Charming does not apply to Black women. We’re on our own. We must be both male and female. Oya and Athena rule our hearts. It’s not a choice, it’s survival.
In the Beginning…
Is Black culture the first re-emerged matriarchy? Historical circumstances seems to be making it true. If so, I hope Black women can temper their power with dignity. I will reference Jean Shinoda Bloen’s: Goddesses in Everywoman again to address the folkloric archetypes of the Black Woman:
Western women have their goddess archetypes in various pantheons which share parallels, for example Brunhilde is the Norse counterpart of Athena. The Black matriarchy or the “work horse” is most akin to Athena: diligent, regal, resourceful and just–who can show as Aegis of “don’t mess with me” when she feels the need to be an enforcer. Most men do not like that! However, West Africans have their own pantheon of archetypes. The closest counterpart to Athena would be Oya. Oya, the Yoruban goddess of violent winds, rebirth, and the emasculating “‘dis” will always be part of a Black woman’s personae, but Oya can be subtle too when accompanied by Nana, the wise goddess of the Sky and Stars, Oschun, the goddess of everything beautiful, Aja, the forest goddess of medicine, and Yemaya the temperamental goddess of the seas. Respectively, you have every character, Tasha Smith, Angela Basset, Halle Berry, Whoopi Goldberg and Hattie Mc Daniel ever played. The Western view likes to exemplify the negative of these archetype without realizing that they parallel their own. People are people no matter where you put them. Here’s the comparative archetype list. Take note of the variables.
Sapphire/ Oya/ Hera
Workhorse/ Athena/ Artemis/ Oya/Nana
Your creator/destroyer, corporate manager, artist, doctor and mother isn’t a Sapphire, Workhorse, Jezebel, and Mammy of minstrel era America’s interpretation. She is a Goddess in Everywoman for Black women. A diverse array of re-appropriated archetypes to carry our human classification out of the margins and into the ranks and respect that Asians enjoy in the American ruling class .
Black women are the future world leaders. They are already a burgeoning force in the African Union. Men may be physically stronger than us, but women have equal strength in communication and management. When Black women recognize the emerging power that is Sub-Saharan Africa as a whole, investments will be made. Black women will have a cause to channel their collective energy at long last. It will take a bit of the crafty, non-no-nonsense in Oya of the female Black consortium to unify the Bantu-Khiosan peoples and show a competency for government to rid our identities of “Zanj (slave)” forever. By reclaiming our history and bringing order to the continent of our origin we will finally eradicate our vulnerability and win the respect of the world. Black women are well in their way! How fitting it is for the unifying power of The Mother to order to the continent that gave birth to human civilization.