When Big G Came to Tea (I love you more than you’ll ever know)

Even though Pride Month is over, the fight for equity never ends. This poem pays tribute to that by drawing on versatile influences of Little Simz’s The Rapper That Came to Tea and Judith Kerr’s The Tiger Who Came to Tea. As a writer I have the tendency to be overzealous in explaining my work, eager for every audience to grasp every allusion, intertextual reference, poetic technique and grapple with certain nuances. However, that has always been impossible. So despite what this extended preamble may suggest, I am going to let the work speak for itself.

When Big G Came to Tea (I love you more than you’ll ever know)

Fresh knotless braids flawlessly cascade until they reach the end of his blemished and brutalized back

His grill is gleaming in the renewing sunlight and he timorously steps into his purpose

His hips are swaying with the fleeting wind and modulating birds

His fingers are trembling as he passes the golden barrier guarding the Keys to the Kingdom

Madame F: Oh, hello

You’re early

Didn’t expect that from you

Little G (My G): What do you mean by that?

Madame F: Please sit down

Stop all that offensive gyrating

Little G (My G)- I murder the bounce in my aura

Madame F: All that classlessness and debauchery is unacceptable

Here’s a cup of tea

Many of our members are unaware of your presence today

And you know the CS’ like to be entertained

Little G: Ok?

Madame F: Just clean up your routine

Little G: Clean up?

Madame F: Don’t be intentionally obtuse! You know exactly what I mean.

She barks back with a knowing cackle of condescension and condemnation

Sadly, I knew exactly what was required

I step onto the stage, scarred by the blinding lights and stunted by their suffocating expectations. Madame F and the CS’ want it palatable but I struggle to switch to binary codes.

G (His GG): It don’t matter where you are

You can still reach for the stars

It don’t matter who you are

Because you are my (the world’s) shining star

Forget how you is or how you ain’t

Because I’m in love with who you are

Trusting my intuition but escaping the confines of my mind, I step off

Madame F: Where are you going?

Big G (My Inspiration): Home

I bounce into the rainbow, rain cascading down my beautiful back.

The Beauty is in the attempt. Hope you enjoyed.

All thee best

Emoefeoghene (Efe)

Free Friday Post

It is Friday and I am Free! Or am I? That’s an existentialist thought for another day. But what I do know is that it is Free Friday and while the Yr12s are revising hard for upcoming tests I am beyond sure they will smash, I want to share a short story I penned (typed). Hope you like my Attempt called ‘What If?’

What If?

Wandering through the Shopping Centre, her eyes meet theirs. Arresting, captivating, haunting, alluring, calling, Knowing. Rustling her hair, she stumbles away, knocking down every stand in her path.

“Sorry!” she proclaims repeatedly before it eventually sounds like a catchy jingle.

The slogan of her trifling exes. Backstabbing friends.

The triumphant and reliable anthem of her flaky parents.

When your heart has been shattered in a million different ways, you become distorted beyond recognition.

Life is severed into a Before and After. But Before is an elusive memory fading into the gripping abyss of sadness.

The person follows her. Normally she’d be scared and put guards up where they rightfully belong. This time she’s moved by something higher. They sit. They stare. They order. They pay. And after chaotic silence…

They talk.

“Do you really think you can get to know someone without going into a long backstory?” She ponders to herself, bracing and arming herself for conflict. They gently intrude.

“Sure.” They shrug effortlessly, punctuating their nonchalant response with a chuckle of levity.

Biting her lips sore, she crooks her head, her eyes widening suspiciously.

“I don’t really need to know the person you used to be, but I would love to get to know the person you’re trying to be.”

“Surely who a person was is a part of who they are and will be? Do you really think you can fall in love with or even get to know a person without knowing the version that preceded their current form?”

“Umm… I-I guess everybody has a past trailed with mistakes, stamped with regrets and trademarked with poor choices. But, you know, if you’re trying to be better now… there’s no need to dwell on what could have been. There’s no future in the past.”

The bilious yellow hue of the lights nauseates her. Exposes her. The kindness, candor and courage of this celestial being frightens her in a way that invites her into their sublime.

“You can’t just move on like that.”

“What if you can?”

“You can’t!”

“But” a pregnant pause lingered in the lovely air

“What if you can?” they repeated with the endearing childlike wonder of Before.

For her, they are like home. Home is such a strange place. She has standard verses. They build a bridge to a new day.

She barely knows them. They are an individual and a pluralistic vision of all the dreams she is too afraid to vocalize.

She doesn’t know if she is finally experiencing love at first sight because maybe what she’s seeing is be-ing glamourized by ambiguity. It would be foolish to fall for the charms of a mystery. But what if this is real? The happily ever after liberated from the lonely castle of fairy tales.

What If?

All thee Best

Emoefeoghene (Efe)

I Get Lonely but it doesn’t have to be Lonely being Alone

Sorry for our absence. With mocks and other looming stresses, we have admittedly neglected the English Blog. But… we’re back and committed to providing you all with the content you deserve. For those of you who have powered through mocks, well done icons. Whatever happens after this, you are amazing for getting through it and I am immensely proud of each and every one of you. Now, relax, unwind and open your mind. I wrote this in November and while the sentiment remains the same, it’s safe to say I’m making the steps to feel better. Loneliness doesn’t last forever.

‘I get so lonely, can’t let just anybody hold me

You are the one that lives in me, my dear

I want no one but you’ -Janet Jackson, I Get Lonely (1997)

 This song is probably amongst my favourites in Janet’s entire catalogue but, as of late, listening to it makes me sad. Not an immediate and sharp sadness. But one that is subtle and lingers in the air minutes, hours and days after a listen. A sadness that stealthily dominates my thoughts. While Janet is yearning for her ‘you’ back, I’m forced to reconcile with the fact that I have never had a ‘you’. That the many potential ‘You’s’ in my life have moved away, created an unbridgeable distance or simply discovered ways to shatter my heart. With all of that weighing down my consciousness and not enough stabilizing my self-esteem, I start to think that my uniqueness is my barrier to acceptance, the obstacle preventing me from finding my ‘you’. While being unique has imbued me with the deft ability to converse, learn from and educate so many people; it also offers harsh periods of loneliness. Moments when I am submerged in sadness deeper than my motivation to be happy, and sadness that has me dedicating stints of time to voyeuristically watching people in friendship groups laughing easily, moving effortlessly, bonding thoughtlessly. I talk to them on the daily, but it takes effort. I simply cannot be there or else I fade into oblivion, a second thought, a forgotten invite. I must be funny, insightful, articulate, loud but not too loud, hyper but not to an off-putting level.  I offer aphorisms, uplifting words, motivating lectures, my memory of important dates and events in their lives, a lending ear, my knowledge/wisdom.  I must be extra to be noticed. That extraness has blessed me with so many valuable conversations and irreplaceable relationships, leadership opportunities, roles (in and outside of school) and deals, and it has equally resulted in a lot of unkindness landing on my doorstep, my DMs and my mind. A cheeky souvenir given to me by my mischievous foe is the tendency to believe I am always being laughed at. That paranoia stalks me, making sure fleeting flashes of levity come with an acidic dose of caution. Whenever I hear ambiguous laughter behind me, I kill the bounce in my walk, straighten my posture, stop my stride, and hope the temporary torture subsides and wreaks havoc on my normally inspirational monologue another day.

 I sometimes envy the nonchalant ways my friends talk about their lives knowing that on the other side of their anecdote there’s an innate and universal understanding.  Together they can stitch a beautifully itchy quilt they can wrap around the awkwardness of growing up. I don’t have that. I find pockets to fit in to, but I know I do not have that.

That knowledge is why I find refuge in fantasy. I am mostly content in it, using my love and carefully constructed closeness with public figures as springboards for social interactions and entertaining debates with friends.  I love reading books and articles, watching music videos, cosplaying as an agent/manager for my favourite singers and applying my sensitive sociological scrutiny to the fragments of their life my screenshots, cross referencing and social media profiling can find.

There’s nothing wrong about finding joy outside of your immediate reality, art is to be enjoyed. But at times I do feel bad that there are moments where I only feel free to be my full self when I’m by myself, and that’s when my thoughts can descend into pits of seemingly inescapable negativity.

 While it is extremely easy to interpret time alone as isolation, I choose to honour it as an opportunity. An opportunity to take a break from the ebbs and flows, the stresses and strains, and the up and downs of life. A time to think through ideas on complicated and nuanced subjects. A time to catch up on my shows, read, dance, clean, listen and analyse albums, pray, check in with myself. Rewiring my thinking about the time I spend alone and focusing on things that give me joy has helped improve my mental health and self-image.

Still, interpersonal connections are valuable. If you have an idiosyncratic personality, it’s easy for you to internalize people’s unkind remarks (been there, still there sometimes). You’re not a ‘weirdo’ ‘too much’ ‘too girly’ ‘annoying’ ‘a headache’, you’re just a unique person and there are so many spaces in and outside of school where that’s embraced and not shunned, celebrated and not merely tolerated.  I’ve always been a dramatic person, so I auditioned and received principal roles in Wymondham College productions in 2019/2020 and 2021/2022. I love to dance so I dance outside of school and whenever formal rolls around (fingers crossed. I can’t stand you Omicron). I love to write so I write for our school’s English Blog and Instagram Page, History Magazine and, Mental Health Magazine, as well as working with the National Centre for Writing and being a published author.

 Think about your hobbies. Now, think about what clubs and societies you can join or set-up. Debating? Football? Hockey? Basketball? Swimming? Chess? Gym? Your mind is the only limit!  Joining these clubs can alleviate the anxiety of not having anything in common with people because everyone in the space you choose will have at least one major thing in common.  Taking part in diverse activities has helped me meet and learn from so many people who may feel lonely too. The wonderfully weird thing about loneliness is that you are never really alone in that feeling.

Song/Album/EPs recommendations

I Get Lonely (song) by Janet Jackson (1997)

Ungodly Hour (album) by Chloe X Halle (2020)

Rehearsal @ NINE (ep) by Tiana Major9 (2019)

The Kids Are Alright (album) by Chloe X Halle (2018)

And Then Life Was Beautiful (album) by Nao (2021)

Happy (song) by Brandy (1998)

Worth It (song) by Amber Mark (2021)

Sawayama (album) by Rina Sawayama (2020)

 TV Show recommendations

Never Have I Ever (available on Netflix) 2020- present

Moesha (available on Netflix) 1996-2001

Sister, Sister (available on Netflix) 1994- 1999

Grown-ish (available on Disney+) 2018-present

Tracy Beaker Returns (available on BBC iPlayer) 2010-2012

Book recommendations

The Midnight Library by Matt Haig (2020)

Checking In: How Getting Real about Depression Saved My Life- and Can Save Yours by Michelle Williams (2021)

Diary of a Young Naturalist by Dara McAnulty (2020)

Everything, Everything by Nicola Yoon (2015)

The Sun Is Also a Star by Nicola Yoon (2016)

I know sometimes you feel alone

I know some nights you wait by your phone

I know you wish you had somebody to hold

It don’t have to be lonely being alone’- Lonely by Chloe X Halle (2020)

My Problem with POC

Whoa, Whoa! The title was an intentional misnomer. I hope that by knowing me you can agree I have zero issue with people of colour. My problems lies with the phrase itself. In this essay/ random sociological musing that invaded the latter half of my Thursday lunchtime I will explain why.

Before I start, it’s important to remember that I am talking about collectives and communities and I am in no way trying to say that my experience is representative of every single individual that shares the same social categories as me. Furthermore, this essay should not be used as an apparatus to make sweeping generalizations of already marginalized groups but should be seen as an opinion piece that could give you insight on experiences that differ from your own.

I do not like or vibe with the term ‘Person Of Colour’ because I believe its impact runs antithetical to what I hope were valiant efforts to illuminate the truth of people’s experiences and unify diverse groups based on a shared goal of dismantling our White Supremacist society, creating a more equitable future in the process. This is not possible until we collectively confront the rampant Anti-Blackness and colourism in Asian communities, which I’ve experienced, witnessed and invested my time in listening to accounts about to know it’s a prevalent issue. This can not happen until we have the uncomfortable and revelatory conversations about the Anti- Black American sentiment in African communities, which I’ve heard and regrettably been complicit in allowing to fester until it became an unavoidable rotten stench that could only be evaporated by meticulously weeding through wretched layers that spread over generations. Even Black Twitter, my favorite internet residence, has ‘Diaspora Wars’ on what feels like a bi-weekly basis. These entertaining, salacious and always revealing dragging sessions/ informative lectures reveal the tension omnipresent in the African Diaspora. While conversations about our differences and the ways in which those said differences impact our conceptual framework are extremely necessary, lack of care and rightful frustrations make sure that what had the godly potential of being fruitful healing times mutate into xenophobia more times than not. This has a less than desired result, only working to reify the same systems of oppressions we should break. We become double agents of White Supremacy! ‘Carrying the White Man’s water’ if you will. The term ‘POC’ does nothing to address the divisions created around our differences, falsely and naively assuming that everyone that falls under this unwinding umbrella term is on consensus about everything. I barely agree with my mum and dad (If you’re reading this I love you much and Migwo), how I am supposed to agree with millions, no, Billions of individuals?!

‘POC’ doesn’t unite our nuanced experiences. It smudges and blurs. ‘POC’ doesn’t make things clearer. It erases the distinctive ways we show up in the world and, in turn, fails to facilitate the safe space for us to talk freely about those distinctions without being unfairly targeted and silenced with the label ‘divisive’.

While I am technically a ‘POC’- my blackness compounded by my brown skin (Alexa, play ‘Brown Skin Girl by Queen Bey, Blue Ivy and WizKid) and visible and finally unabashed queerness- renders me unsafe in many allegedly ‘POC’ inclusive spaces.

Before I am any socially constructed marker, I am Emoefeoghene Akpofure Imoyin-Omene. A friend (hopefully a good one. I’ll text Jade, Moni and Princess for confirmation), a lover of great music and even more compelling artists, a borderline Chloe X Halle sycophant (semi-joking), a writer and thinker in perpetual progress and Human. We don’t live in the world where those qualities are solely what I am judged on and I believe the usage of the term ‘POC’ will not get us any closer to that utopia.

Toni Morrison – Key Ideas!

Books and articles are commonly used sources of information, stories and literary ideas. There’s no doubt that they are great and incredibly useful, however it’s good to remember that there are other sources for you to use: video lectures and podcasts for just a couple of examples!

That being said, today I’m going to be sharing with you some of these featuring Toni Morrison. She was a Nobel Prize Winning author, essayist, book editor, and college professor and discusses and presents some of my favourite literary ideas – many of them surrounding Black history and the representation of Black people, especially women, in literature. She also may be the author of one of your set texts! Here are some lectures containing her theories:

https://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p00d3wc9

I hope you found this interesting!

– Elisha

Next Steps

I’ve been working with the Holocaust Educational Trust and this article is a part of my final project

Introduction:

For my next steps I want to do an article for my school’s History magazine. I’ve already written an article previously so I think my Next Steps project would be a good fit for it. In the session, we were giving certain prompts and this one really resonated with me, and I really want to do my project using this statement as a springboard: Although the Holocaust was the genocide of Jewish people, we must understand the reasons why other groups were persecuted in order to gain a full understanding of the Holocaust.

How is the Holocaust defined?

The Holocaust Educational Trust defines the Holocaust thus: The Holocaust was the murder of approximately six million Jewish, men women and children by Nazi Germany and its collaborators during the Second World War. 

Usefulness of the definition

The definition is useful in a multitude of ways. ‘men, women and children’ demonstrates to us that they were targeted for who they are rather than anything they’ve done, challenging the stereotypical depictions of Jewish people as evil, predatory, money-obsessed and conspirators to world domination. ‘Nazi Germany and its collaborators’ shows that states and individuals were complicit even if they were not directly involved like SS members, freight drivers, guards etc. Even Lithuanian collaborators murdered Jewish people as Nazi Germany took over.  The verb ‘murder’ as opposed to the much more passive ‘kill’ is also important as it highlights that these were humans killing other humans, affirming the humanity of not only the perpetrators but the victims whose names were replaced by tattoos and their worldly possessions discarded for prison uniforms, starvation rations and brutality.

Limitations of the definition

While the definition is useful in the aforementioned ways, it is limited as it only focuses on the persecution of Jewish people and while they should rightfully be at the forefront of our remembrance, other groups also deserve recognition. Many other groups faced hardships during this time like the disabled community, black and mixed communities, the gay community, Roma and Sinti people and those the Nazis deemed to be dangerous political adversaries. I want to share some of their stories and investigate why those groups were also persecuted to gain a full understanding of the Holocaust.

Soviet Prisoners of War

During the course of Operation Barbarossa, 5.7 million Red Army soldiers were taken prisoner by Germany. Around 3.3 million of them died in Nazi captivity, most from Autumn 1941 to Spring 1942. They were held in ‘camps’ which were usually just fenced off fields with no food or accommodation. Among the victims was Konstantin Alexandrovich Skilov. Furthermore, over 7 million soviet citizens were killed (1.3 million of those people being of Jewish descent). The Nazis regarded them as both ideological and racial enemies. Learning about this is so important because there is so much divisiveness in politics and the ‘us and them’ mentality has really been allowed to flourish. Whether it is the paradigm between Democrats and Republicans, Conservatives and Labour, rhetoric like those espoused in Nazi Germany still exist and must be addressed quickly.

Football’s relation to all of this

Tyrone Mings takes the knee To show solidarity for the Black Lives Matter Movement, Footballers took a knee representing how the police officer Dereck Chauvin murdered George Floyd. They were booed and politicians like Priti Patel and Boris Johnson. San Francisco 49ers v Buffalo Bills

 Taking the knee was actually something popularized by Colin Kaepernick. He is an American Football player who player in the NFL and was called unpatriotic and Anti- American for simply advocating for equal rights for Black people. There is a rich legacy of black people internationally making symbolic statements and use their bodies, voices and influences to catalyse a tidal wave of immense change.

Beyonce performs during the halftime show of the NF's Super Bowl 50 in Santa Clara, California, USA, 07 February 2016.

Beyoncé paying homage to the Black Panther movement during her 2016 Superbowl performance also caused a revealing controversy She faced backlash, vitriol and boycotting all for supporting the autonomy, freedom and complete liberation of her race. While not exactly the same, there is an extremely rich legacy of persecuted group’s self-defence being interpreted as a disruption to power structures. That interpretation is what led to Rosa Parks being arrested, Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcom X being assassinated, Nelson Mandela being imprisoned for 27 years and Beyoncé facing major pushback. By thinking of the Holocaust beyond the subjugation of Jewish People, we are able to understand it better and create connections of those events to contemporary movements.

The Disabled Community

The Holocaust was partly motivated by the pursuits of Eugenics. The Nazi’s sought to create the perfect race of people (Aryans). And disabled people were viewed as being a financial liability, leading to over 250 thousand of them being murdered. One of them was Theresia Karas who was born on the 13thMay 1928 in Austria. She suffered from epilepsy and spent her life in and out of hospitals and even though she was receiving physical therapy at the Diakoniewerk Gallneukirchen – a home for the disabled- on 13th January 1941, twelve-year-old Theresia was one of the 59 people transported to Hartheim Castle where she was murdered.

Mixed-race community

The Nazis were also concerned with the purity of the race and those who were of mixed origin opposed that very narrow-minded goal

Theodor Wonja- Michael is an example His mother was of White Jewish descent and his father of African descent. Jews and black people were actually implicated as co-conspirators by the Nazi regime as bringing about the destruction of the pure and unblemished white race and as a mixed person, Theodore, even as innocent, defenceless and unaware baby, was a sinister amalgamation of all their fears. He was called a ‘foreigner’ and repeatedly attacked and tried to remain invisible out of fear of forced sterilization as over 500 mixed and black kids were. In 1943 at the age of 18 years old, he is put in a forced labour camp for foreigners and after the war is liberated.  He’d since become a successful journalist, activist, actor and performer. He passed away 19th October 2019 at the age of 94.

The rise in anti- Jewish hate crimes

Overall, this project has had a huge impact on me and while I believe that definition of the Holocaust could benefit from refining and expanding, it remains true unfortunately to this day that Jewish people are being ‘targeted’ and ‘othered’. The Community Security Trust revealed a record high of 1,805 antisemitic incidents in 2019 and in 2020 the number was 1,668 (the third highest recorded in CST history). These are not outliers. These numbers point to a pertinent problem.  It is clear that Covid-19 has led to a rise in antisemitic conspiracy theories and the use of dangerous alternative media platforms. Whilst it is partly to do with better reporting and knowledge, it is worrying that this trend isn’t coming down.

Regarding the nature of the incidents, CST reports that there were 100 cases of assault/extreme violence, 72 of damage and desecration of Jewish property, 1,399 reports of abusive behaviour (including verbal abuse, antisemitic graffiti, antisemitic abuse via social media and one-off hate mail), 85 direct antisemitic threats, and 12 cases of mass-mailed antisemitic leaflets or emails. The hate that made the Holocaust happen didn’t disappear, it re-designed. The propaganda that created terrible stereotypes about Jews didn’t stop spreading, it found new modes, more viral and sensationalised platforms to be disseminated.

Impact

This experience has had an indelible impact on me, expanding my mind, understanding and knowledge in ways words in any language would be inadequate in conveying. What struck above all else is the immense loss the Jewish community and other disenfranchised minority groups had to grapple with purely because of facets of their identity that had no control ovel. This inspired me to write a poem called ‘Loss’ as I feel like that is what an underpins the true tragedy of the Holocaust. Whether it was loss of a loved one (s), friends, business, possessions and ties to their cultural roots, loss was and is inescapable and must be remembered with a level of sensitivity and care not afforded to them during the devastating reign of the Nazi regime.

Loss

 

Infiltrating minds

Colonizing thoughts

Terrorist to my beating heart

Loss

 

A non-linear series

A sequence of disconnected cries

A piece of me died with you

But I grieve for the puzzles pieces that stay

 Lost

 

Unforgettable. That’s what you are sways in the background

You glide with me. Powerful. Elegant. Sensual. Passionate. Alive

You died on me. Weak. Messy. Repulsive. Detached.             Cold

Though near or far. So soulful. So sorrowful.

  Loss

 

“I’ll fight for you!” you chanted to us (me)

In shiny black uniform, we strut, we march, we demand, take up and seize space

In your memory

In your honour

I don’t know how to lead a revolution

All I have is

   Loss

 

They’re fleeing like flies

Grabbing audience members with my flimsy grasp

I beg them to stay

A group without its leader

Is a cacophony of conflict and banging noise

No justice, no peace

Where is the peace when we don’t know what happened to our…

The History of Black Feminism: Intersectionality, Inclusion and an All -Encompassing Feminist Politic

My Friday Post is an article I wrote for the History Magazine at the end of last year. It is a topic I’m really passionate about and spent time educating myself on and I hope you all enjoy it.

What is Black feminism?

Black feminism values the inalienable truth that there is no universal experience of womanhood and aims to increase understanding of black women’s position in society relating to sexism, racism and class oppression. Black feminists believe it’s impossible to separate their unique experiences with blackness and womanhood from each other in order to fit into one movement (The Civil Rights Movement) or another (Feminist movements), both of which tend to marginalise the voices of black women who have been instrumental in the collective fight for liberation. Black feminism states that the experience of black womanhood must be elucidated through the progressive lens of intersectionality; a term coined by legal scholar Kimberlé Crenshaw in her 1989 essay Demarginalizing the Intersection of Race and Sex: A Black Feminist Critique of Antidiscrimination Doctrine, Feminist Theory and Antiracist Politics. Crenshaw argues that the legal definitions of the terms sexism and racism are too limited and inadvertently erase the multi-layered experience of black women. The legal system generally defines sexism as an unspoken reference to the injustices confronted by all women, ignoring the impact race, ethnicity and class have on various experiences of womanhood, whereas racism is defined as the injustice faced by people of colour. The framework of both definitions frequently renders black women legally “invisible”.

19th Century

While the introduction of the term ‘intersectionality’ is praised as revolutionary and is widely adopted because it manages the near impossible feat of encompassing the multiple oppressions black women face into a single term, the concept was not a new one. Since slavery, Black women have found numerous ways to intellectualise their precarious standing in society. “Interlocking oppressions”, “simultaneous oppressions”, “double jeopardy” and “triple jeopardy” are just a few examples of terms black feminists have conceived to articulate their multifaceted trials and tribulations. Sojourner Truth, a Black American abolitionist, a woman born into the unspeakable evil of slavery and an incredibly influential women’s rights activist ushered in a moment that would shift the axis of feminism with her 1851 speech: Ain’t I a Woman?  In the speech she delivered to the Women’s Convention, she listed the ways white women were treated like “being helped into carriages and lifted over ditches”.  She fiercely declared “nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles.” She recounted the painful history of slavery by demanding that the blissfully ignorant audience “Look” at her and her “arm”, recounts “having to bear the lash” and being separated from her “thirteen children” because they were sold off into slavery. She ended her poignant speech with a simple question and a galvanising call to action “Ain’t I a woman?” Truth’s speech in no way discounts the oppression of white women in a patriarchal society however, it vividly illustrates the nature of oppression the two groups of women face(d). While white middle class women have been traditionally stereotyped as delicate and overly emotional- destined to fulfil an inferior position to their male counterparts- Black women were and still are being beaten into performing back breaking labour, abused because they were only seen as 3/5 a human being and are subject to misogynoir (misogyny directed towards black women where both their gender and race play a role in the bias. Coined by queer black feminist Moya Bailey).

Suffrage

Many of us have learnt about suffrage via movies and history lessons. While we rightfully digest this information commending the courage, bravery and persistence of these women; we must also realise that their suffrage movement was notoriously exclusionary of Black women. To promote women getting the right to vote in America many suffrages used dehumanising appeals. Anna Howard Shaw, president of the National Women Suffrage Association admonished her male counterparts for granting “your black men” suffrage rights and denying white women “thus making them political superiors”. She mourned, saying “Never before in the history of the world have men made former slaves the political masters of their former mistresses!” This tirade unfortunately echoed the feelings of many white feminists, many of whom supported the lynching of black men and were violently silent when it came to Jim Crow-state and local laws that enforced racial segregation in the south, making it difficult for black people to access adequate education, housing and employment. Black feminists like Ida B Wells and Mary Church Terrell- one of the first African- American women to earn a college degree- were often banned from women’s marches and parades. Black feminists forged their own spaces, starting the National Association of Colored Women’s Club in 1904 and the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People in 1909 among a plethora of other organisations.  Black writers integrated feminist themes into their works. Some noteworthy examples are Terrell’s memoir A Colored Woman in a White World (1940) where she chronicled her experiences with racism and sexism, and Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937) by Zora Neale Hurston

Recy Taylor

While many black feminists were fighting to create a more inclusive feminism, setting the blueprint for theories like intersectionality, other feminists like Rosa Parks were organising around racial and sexual violence. A turning point was her and Esther Cooper helping Recy Taylor, a sharecropper who in 1944, while leaving church, was kidnapped and gang-raped by six white men. Despite the six perpetrator’s confession to the authorities, outcry and nationwide protests from black communities, the men were acquitted twice and instead of being embraced with compassion, Taylor was accused of being a sex worker which is now and even more then, a highly stigmatized profession, and the lives of her loved ones were invaded with death threats. Her treatment directly contrasts the treatment of white women whose false accusations of rape or mere offence resulted in the lynching’s of black males like Emmet Till in 1955, a 14-year-old black boy and Mark Charles- Parker, a 23-year-old accused of raping a pregnant white woman. Despite the disappointing results, this case laid the groundworks for the Montgomery Bus Boycotts, The Civil Rights Movement of the 60s and 70s and the MeToo movement, started by Black American activist Tarana Burke in 2006, which has became a global phenomenon that raises awareness about sexual harassment, abuse and assault in society. At the 2018 Golden Globes, Oprah Winfrey, while accepting her award, referenced Recy Taylor. While attending the 2018 State of the Union Address, the Congressional Black Caucus led the Democratic Caucus members in wearing red “Recy” pins.

1990s- Now

While Hip-Hop is a genre meant to empower black people, black feminist themes were supressed. However, many women emcees and songstresses like Mary J Blige, Missy Elliot, Lauryn Hill and Lil Kim emerged swinging with unapologetic feminism, unprecedented lyrics and vast ways of expressing female sexuality. Female rappers like Nicki Minaj and Megan Thee Stallion have gained acclaim for their provocative lyrics and their unabashed critiques of Rap’s misogynoiristic double standards. In our social media age, Black feminists use platforms such as YouTube, Instagram, Facebook, Twitter and TikTok to broadcast their views on social justice. In 2013 Opal Tometi, Patrisse Cullors and Alicia Garza formed #BlackLivesMatter, a movement against police brutality and global black oppression. While the movement was sparked by the unlawful killing of Trayvon Martin, the movement has contributed to a revitalisation and re-examining of black feminism and while it has faced criticism for its failure to focus on black women’s treatment by the police, in recent times it has done much better. Black Feminists have spread #sayhername, a hashtag that highlights the black female victims of police brutality like Breonna Taylor, Sandra Bland, Rekia Boyd, Eleanor Bumpurs and too many more. Black Feminism has impacted the world, musical artists like Katy Perry are using key terminology like ‘misogynoir’ and Taylor Swift, an artist who has faced warranted criticism for her complicit silence, mentioned the Black Lives Matter movement numerous times over the past summer of unrest and revelations.

 The Backlash to Beyoncé’s Brand of ‘Black Feminism’

Beyoncé, a visibly Black Feminist entertainer evident in multi-platinum hits like Bills, Bills, Bills, Say My Name, Independent Women, Survivor, Bootlylicious, Me Myself And I, Girl, Single Ladies, If I Were A Boy and Run The World has always skirted around the feminist topic with thinly veiled media-training once saying “I’m a Feminist but I love my husband”. In 2010, when questioned, she shied away from the controversial task of fully embracing the label, taking the title “feminist in a way” because she values her female friendships. In 2013, after suffering a miscarriage and welcoming her first born, she released her self-titled visual album. The 11th track ***Flawless interpolates a snippet of a Ted x Talk by Nigerian author and Feminist Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie titled We Should All Be Feminists, finally showing her legion of supporters, denouncers and casual listeners what her feminism is and what ours ought to be: “A person who believes in the social, political and economic equality of the sexes.” Using Adichie’s words, Beyoncé embraced the Black Feminist role, blazoning “FEMINIST” in blinding lights for many of her concert and award show performances, donating to Black Feminist organisations, writing essays about the gender pay gap and her phrase “I woke up like this” inspired women of all backgrounds to embrace their natural beauty. Themes of feminism, black womanhood, infidelity and generational trauma can be found in her music and films today. In her 2019 Netflix documentary Homecoming she said “As a black woman, I used to feel like the world wanted me to stay in my little box. And black women often feel underestimated.” Beyoncé is incredibly influential, being the most awarded black woman of all time, the most awarded singer in Grammy history and has broken numerous boundaries like being the first black woman to headline Coachella and Glastonbury and being a consummate collaborator with black women like Zerina Akers, Tiwa Savage, Kelly Rowland, Michelle Williams, Chloe x Halle and so many other icons in their own right.  Still, many feminists have taken umbrage with her specific brand of black feminism. bell Hooks has called her a “terrorist” to young girls and Adichie grew resentful of her association with the singer, drawing lines between her feminism and Beyoncé’s that “gives quiet a lot of necessity to men.” She clarified, stating: “I think men are lovely, but I don’t think that women should relate everything they do to men: did he hurt me, do I forgive him, did he put a ring on my finger?”. In a 2014 interview actress and activist Emma Watson praised Beyoncé’s “sexuality” as “empowering because it is her choice”, commending her album for being “inclusive” but “felt very conflicted in the sense she is putting herself in a category of feminist, but then the camera, it felt very male, such a male voyeuristic experience of her”.

To conclude

The legacy of black feminism is wide reaching and forever evolving. Its themes can be found in books such as The Colour Purple (1982) by Alice Walker, Black Feminist Thought (1990) by Patricia Hill Collins, Janet Mock’s memoir Redefining Realness (2014), Dear Ijeawele (2017) by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie and many more. The legacy of black feminism lives in entertainers like Keke Palmer, Ashanti, Kelly Rowland and Coco Jones speaking on how they have been underestimated, silenced and violated as black women. The legacy of black feminism is #oscarssowhite, #blackgirlmagic, #carefreeblackgirl, #blackoutuesday, #metoo and so much more I could have spent decades writing about. To make a long history short, we should all be Black Feminists.

To be Black and British

This was inspired by a conversation I had with my friend a few months ago. I don’t know if the spirit came over me or if inspiration and divine timing joined in holy matrimony, but I ended up writing a mini-essay. Identity is both personal and universal. While this piece of writing relates to my struggles with embracing and understanding my Black British identity, the theme of identity struggle is something many people of various ethnicities, nationalities, races, genders and abilities can resonate with. Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it.

Black American culture was my lifeline growing up. Nowadays, I have a phone, laptop, social media and the deft ability to latch onto the Black British content that can edify, horrify and electrify my being. But when I was growing up with the little access my parents rightfully granted me, I felt divorced from the British narrative. When I saw my beautiful brothers and sisters on screen we were portrayed as anything but, sending me into the comforting arms of Moesha, That’s So Raven, Fresh Prince of Bel- Air, The Parkers, Girlfriends and most recently Black-ish. The disconnect was equal parts infuriating, perplexing and isolating. This contributed to me not claiming any parts of being British until recently, even though my mum was born in this country and for better or worse, British cultures, especially Black British ones have been instrumental in formulating my identity.  I made the association that to be British was to be white and to be pro-black meant I had to dedicate myself to the total disagreement, disavowal and disablement of anything I deemed too close to white. I was surrounded by white; I wasn’t old enough to cultivate my own space. Perhaps this fixation was my way of exerting a sense of control in a world where so much of who I was/am was/is out of my control? I constructed this pseudo-progressive black identity around being a vocal antagonist to whiteness. Now I know that embarrassing phase wasn’t the revolutionary move I hyped it up to be.

 Whether it was me yearning and trying desperately to assimilate into it or me wasting my beautiful black time negatively obsessing over it, I was still centring it. Whiteness, that is.

Thanks to beautiful artists and genius creators like Michaela Coel, shows like Chewing Gum, I May Destroy You, Meet the Adebanjos, Desmond’s, books like the Trumpet by Jackie Kay and poems a part of Benjamin Zephaniah’s Too Black, Too Strong, I gradually teetered into being proud of the fact I am Black and I am British. Slowly and steadily, I stepped in. I invested my time listening to our music, learning our various slangs and I began tending to the unique Black British person I was becoming.

My Britishness and Blackness don’t contradict or conflict- they never did- they coexist inside the beautiful complexity that is my burgeoning sense of self.

I am British. This title, made possible through colonisation and global oppression and my parents’ undeniable tenacity and hard work doesn’t divorce me from or disqualifies my blackness; it only provides context to it and helps me find my way in this diaspora.

I am black. I love it and I will never be ashamed of it again. I am Nigerian. Enough said. Without the innovation and labour of blackness and black people, there is no Britain as we know it.

To be a Black Brit is to be who I am.

Efe Imoyin-Omene