Y’all know one of the
Hotep-est movies ever made was based on a real-life event, right? In the 1989 classic film Lean
On Me, Joe Clark (above right), portrayed by the voice of everyone’s
conscience Morgan Freeman (left) is tasked with the tall order of being the
cleaner of beleaguered East Side High in Paterson NJ. Hollyweird norms would
serve it that he would fail MISERABLY in this task and eventually need to be
saved by someone whose skin is much paler than his own, but be-damned-lieve it
or not, he succeeded!
He went up in that school and he yelled at people, he bullied the crackheads,
he threatened the dealers and risked his own freedom to keep those kids safe
and get those damn test scores up! Hoo-fuckin’-ray Hollyweird!
One time in the then-76 years of motion pictures featuring sound, they
let a Black man come into a shit situation and make it a NOT shit situation
without first involving a White Savior™. AND this shit was based on a real true story?
Something HAS to be aw…
As a great many of the two of you know,
I was once (briefly) married and I am currently involved with a pretty fucking
awesome lady. What y’all don’t know though is that I proposed
one time before either of these women existed in my life.
It was late 2002. I had finally shaken
the funk of my previous ex moving away for law school and the fact that we
couldn’t work through an indefinite long-distance relationship. Shit happens.
I had met and fell for someone new and we were giving each other
literally all of the time that a couple years in would giv…
No one ever taught me to
pray. I know a whole life of hearing other people do it and it always felt
so… rehearsed. The frustratingly long altar prayers in every Sunday service. Grandma squeezing the color out of your hand for fidgeting during the altar call. Standing by famished when that one uncle everyone only sees twice a year "performs" grace over Thanksgiving dinner. "Lawd Jesus, take me with you!" at a funeral. None of it felt quite standard.
I know I was always told “come as you are,” and I totally took that to mean
that God as I understood him would meet me where I could understand him. So sure, we know The Lord’s
Prayer, repeat mitzvahs, we know standard graces over meals and we’re advised
to pray regularly, but my question has always been “how?”
Get slapped enough for unintended-but-perceived disrespect just for asking that question as a
child and the adult in you just doesn’t ask anymore even if the question never
goes away. I don’t pray lik…