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Showing posts with label UCLA. Show all posts
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Sunday, August 14, 2011

Molefi Kete Asante

"It is true that I am different from you and yet at the same time my alternity carries its own identity and it is not simply, the other. In either case, whether in love of difference or love of identity, we are bundles of affections and cognitions that are evident in our communications."

Arthur Lee Smith, Jr. was born on August 14, 1942 in Valdosta, Georgia, and took the name Molefi Kete Asante in 1976 to reflect his African heritage after finding that a library in Accra, Ghana had one of his books but it was presumed to be written by an Englishman.

Asante began studying African culture and history after meeting Essien Essien, a Nigerian, while he was attending Southwestern Christian College in Terrell, Texas. He later graduated from Oklahoma Christian College, then earning a master's degree from Pepperdine University and a PhD in communication studies from UCLA in 1968. He taught at Purdue and UCLA before joining the faculty of SUNY Buffalo in 1973, where he headed the Department of Communications and became a full professor in 1976. In 1984 he moved to Temple University where he still teaches, starting the first doctoral program in African American studies in 1986.

Asante is considered one of the most influential voices in the field of African American studies. He is a leading proponent of Afrocentricity, which seeks to move studies in all disciplines away from the traditional European-based viewpoint. He explains it this way:
One of the key assumptions of the Afrocentrist is that all relationships are based on centers and margins and the distances from either the center or the margin. When black people view themselves as centered and central in their own history then they see themselves as agents, actors, and participants rather than as marginals on the periphery of political or economic experience. Using this paradigm, human beings have discovered that all phenomena are expressed in the fundamental categories of space and time. Furthermore, it is then understood that relationships develop and knowledge increases to the extent we are able to appreciate the issues of space and time. (Afrocentricity, 2009)
Asante has written prolifically, publishing 70 books and over 400 article and essays, most notably in the field of intercultural comunication.
Humans are responsible for all conventions by which we live regardless of our societies. If I do not want for you what I want for myself then I am reducing you to something other than human. In effect, to be human, as I am human or think I am, I have certain expectations but if I am able to separate you from me and to define you as outside of those expectations, then I have reduced you, thrown you into a pile of trash, or to the human wayside. This is the core meaning of all forms of human discrimination. The racist says, “You are not me and you do not deserve the rights or expectations that I have.” All societies have dank corners of these antiqúe beliefs in their closets because all societies have individuals who believe they are better than others. Chattel slavery in the past was the epitome of the idea of otherness, the enslaved were those who were really not considered human at all, but property, to be owned, managed, and disposed of at will. (The Ordeal of Citizenship in the Digital Era, 2011)

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Ralph Bunche

"And so class will some day supplant race in world affairs. Race war will then be merely a side-show to the gigantic class war which will be waged in the big tent we call the world." ~ Ralph Bunche, A World View of Race


Ralph Johnson Bunche was born in Detroit on August 7, 1903 [some sources put the date as August 8 and the year as 1904]. He later lived in Toledo, Ohio, and Albuquerque, New Mexico, before attending Jefferson High School in Los Angeles while living with his maternal grandmother. He was valedictorian of his class at Jefferson High School and was awarded an athletic scholarship to UCLA. While working as a janitor to cover living expenses, he again graduated at the top of his class with with a degree in international relations and was awarded a scholarship to Harvard where he earned a master's degree in political science, followed by a doctorate while teaching at Howard University.


From 1928 through 1950 Bunche chaired the department of Political Science at Howard. During World War II he worked in the Office of Strategic Services (forerunner of CIA) as a senior analyst on colonial affairs, and in the State Department under Alger Hiss.  He was part of the Dunbarton Oaks Conference in 1944 which led to the creation of the United Nations and was instrumental in drafting both the UN Charter and the Declaration of Human Rights.


Bunche was then assigned to the UN Special Committee on Palestine and became the chief mediatiator upon the assassination of Count Folke Bernadotte of Sweden. He negotiated an armistice between Israel and the Arab States in August 1949 which led to his being awarded the Nobel Peace Prize in 1950.


Bunche continued his diplomatic career in crisis spots such as the Suez Canal (1956), the Congo (1960) and Cyprus (1964), rising to the position of Undersecretary General of the UN. Domestically he served on the New York City Board of Education, the Harvard Board of Overseers and the NAACP Board of Directors. 


He passed away on December 9, 1971 in New York City at the age of 68.

Friday, June 24, 2011

Harryette Mullen


                    ROADMAP

She wants a man she can just
unfold when she needs him
then fold him up again
like those 50 cent raincoats
women carry in their purses
in case they get caught in stormy weather.
This one has her thumb out
for a man who’s going her way.
She’ll hitch with him a while,
let him take her down the road for a piece.
But I want to take you where you’re going
I’m unfolding for you
like a roadmap you can never again fold           up
exactly the same as before...

Poet Harryette Mullen was born in Florence, Alabama, on July 1, 1953, and raised in Fort Worth. She attended the University of Texas where she earned degrees in English and literature and  worked in the Artists in Schools Program. She has taught at Cornell University and currently teaches African American literature and creative writing at UCLA.

Her books include Tree Tall Woman, Trimmings, S*PeRM**K*T, Muse & Drudge, Blues Baby, and Sleeping With the Dictionary, which was a finalist for the National Book Award, the National Book Critics Circle Award, and the Los Angeles Times Book Award in Poetry. Her poetry has been compared to that of Melvin B Tolson, Langston Hughes, Gwendolyn Brooks and Gertrude Stein, especially in the wordplay and allusion found in her later works. She credits the speech she heard growing up in Texas as sparking her interest in the way language is used.

                                                SHEDDING SKIN

                                   Pulling out of the old scarred skin
                                   (old rough thing I don't need now
                                   I strip off
                                   slip out of
                                   leave behind)

                                   I slough off deadscales
                                   flick skinflakes to the ground
  
                                   Shedding toughness
                                   peeling layers down
                                   to vulnerable stuff
  
                                   And I'm blinking off old eyelids
                                   for a new way of seeing
  
                                   By the rock I rub against
                                   I'm going to be tender again