Thursday, July 31, 2008

What If Michelle Obama rocked an Afro?



Seriously, this is just a question. After purchasing the current People magazine with the beautiful Obama family on the cover, I had to stop and wonder.

If the Obama girls (wife and daughters) sported natural hairstyles -- afros, dreds, braids, -- would that be an issue on the road to the White House?

I think Black hair is still political, so I think it would. I think Barack's campaign advisor would definitely have called a hair meeting and demanded the ladies straighten their locks because the American people are not ready for that level of Blackness.

What do you think Meltingpot readers? Can you think of a moment in time when a hairstyle made a difference? I thought of a bunch of them and wrote a book about it called Hair Story: Untangling the Roots of Black Hair in America. Check it out if you want some perspective.

Peace and Hair Grease!

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

My Secret Addiction to...Adoption Blogs

Please note this entry has been edited to correct a misconception about my opinion on transracial adoptions. I don't really have a blanket opinion on the subject. I think each and and family should be allowed to be a family. And if they have problems, let them be judged individually. See below for further explanation and as always, thank you for reading the Meltingpot. And I apologize if I offended anyone with my original, unedited post.

I'm just going to use this space to confess. There have been many times when I've sat up into the wee hours of the night reading international/transracial adoption blogs. You know (or maybe you don't), the blogs written by mostly White folks about their new and improved lives with their adopted Black (usually African or Haitian) children.

And I'm not saying this in jest. Seriously, I am just compelled to read these wonderful stories of people who seem to be just regular folks, who travel to the other side of the world to adopt children so different from themselves. I always start from their first posts, going back in time to see who these people were before they became parents to Black children, and then I keep reading to see if the experience changes them at all. For me these blogs are better than any reality TV show. There's romance, mystery, life, death, race, and everything in between, played out on an international stage.

Some of the families I feel like I know intimately already and cheer for their survival. But then there are some other families where I cry tears for the children who will clearly have a hard life ahead of them with the nut cases who have adopted them. It's sad but true. I honestly don't get why crazy people put their craziness out there in cyberspace for the whole wide world to witness.

Anywho, one of my favorite blogs of a multiracial family (they adopted twin boys from Haiti and just now gave birth to a daughter) is Party of Five. They are a wonderful couple unafraid to tackle honest issues, smart and really motivated to make their beautiful family their top priority. If you start reading, you too may get addicted. Be careful!

Peace.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Multiracial Twins Making News for their Color


Has anybody not heard about the German twins making worldwide headlines because one is black and the other white? For those who haven't been following along, here's a recap. On July 11, a Black woman from Ghana, married to a white German man, gave birth in Germany to twin boys. According to the sensationalist headlines, one twin is Black and the other White.

Now here at the Meltingpot you know this piqued our interest. But when I checked out the photos of the adorable little kinder (that's German for kids), I felt duped. Yes, the one baby is definitely a chocolate drop of yummy, who more than likely will get his fare share of stares walking with his daddy in his German homeland. But the other twin, the one everyone is calling "white," is sooo not a paleface. He looks like a mixed child with butterscotch colored skin. Check out the photo above and decide for yourselves.

So why all the hype? According to published reports the hospital staff could not believe their eyes when they saw the dramatically different colored babies born from the same woman. But I think what they really wanted to say, but were afraid of being offensive was, "How the hell did this woman give birth to a super black baby with a white husband?" Because honestly that is the only truly "astounding" thing about these twin boys. You gotta wonder who's lurking in hubby's past. Right?

If you really want to see some different colored twins, check out the photos here.

Peace.

Monday, July 28, 2008

Baklava in Ethiopia? --More Food for Thought


My brother went out for Ethiopian food this past weekend. Being a sick and shut-in for the summer, I made him tell me every single thing he put in his mouth to appease my desire for some virtual masala in my life.

Everything sounded absolutely delicious and I swore I'd be heading to Dahlak Restaurant in West Philly as soon as possible. But here's the thing. My little brother mentioned that for dessert he ordered Baklava. I laughed. "Why Baklava at an Ethiopian restaurant?" thinking it was a random item to place on the menu. But my bro argued that Baklava in Ethiopia is not that much of a stretch given the proximity to the Middle East. Still I doubted. It just didn't sound right. Not that I'm an expert on Ethiopian food stuffs, but what I do know, doesn't seem very linked to Middle Eastern cuisine.

A quick internet search shows that indeed Baklava appears on many Ethiopian restaurant menus. But I can't find an explanation about how this sweet, flaky pastry made its way to Ethiopia. In what form and with what variations? Do Ethiopians eat a lot of Baklava in Ethiopia or is this an American perversion, like the Chinese fortune cookie?

Does anybody know? It's a meltingpot mystery I'd love to solve.

Peace.

Friday, July 25, 2008

The Meltingpot Interview- Heidi W. Durrow


I first met Heidi W. Durrow in 2007 at the Loving Decision Conference in Chicago. I'd been reading her fantastic blog about the Mixed Race experience for awhile, so it was cool to meet this African-American/Danish woman in the flesh. Little did I know that Ms. Durrow was such a powerhouse. Besides being a former corporate lawyer and consultant to the NFL and NBA, Heidi Durrow is an amazing writer. She just won Barbara Kingsolver's Bellwether Prize for Fiction for her first novel and is at work on two more books. And in her spare time she hosts a weekly podcast called Mixed Chicks Chat.

Well we at the Meltingpot decided we wanted to chat with Ms. Durrow since she's got so much going on and she's got such an interesting perspective on race and identity. Check out the interview and remember you read about her here first!

The Meltingpot: So Heidi, you have a law degree from Yale and a Master's Degree in Journalism from Columbia University. Not to mention you're an award-winning novelist. Are you just an overachiever or did you get all of your degrees because you couldn't decide what you wanted to be when you grew up?

Heidi Durrow: I gave up my overachiever badge a long time ago. Once I left my legal career, I set out on an unchartable course in the arts. You know, a lot of my drive to get degrees was simple curiousity. I love school. I love being a good student. I love new notebooks. But dude, I would still love to get a Ph.D one day!


MP: Is writing your first love?

HD: It’s the thing I love to do. But it makes me suffer greatly. But really, when I am writing—I am feeling most alive.
When I was a kid, my mother—then a stay-at-home mom--embarked on a writing career. She was enrolled in a correspondence course—I will never forget the day that she sold her first story. She sold an essay to American Dane magazine about the word “hygge” which has no good translation into English –it means something like comfort and home and goodness and hospitality all mixed into one word. There’s a photo of her holding the check (it was maybe $20!) and she’s got this amazing smile. So, I’ve always associated that kind of extreme pride in self and joy with writing. I wanted that happiness for myself too. I wanted to be like my mom and be a writer.

MP: Can you tell us what your award-winning novel will be titled and give us a brief description?

HD: Right now, the novel is called Light-skinned-ed Girl. Yes, I know it’s a mouthful! That’s why it might change. It’s the coming-of-age story of a young biracial and bi-cultural girl, Rachel, who loses her family in a terrible accident. She moves to a racially divided community in the Pacific Northwest where her African-American grandmother becomes her new guardian. She’s eleven and struggling with the regular difficulties of puberty but she’s also trying to find a place in the mostly black community, a community she knows nothing about. She has light-brown skin and blue eyes and is confused by the mixed attention it brings her at her new school and neighborhood. It’s a story about a girl who is becoming a young woman without her mother. It’s a story about a girl’s journey into womanhood, a journey complicated by society’s ideas of race, beauty and intelligence. Ultimately, I hope it’s a good read.


MP: Wow. That sounds so good. We can’t wait for our advanced reading copy to review!! Switching gears here, are there a lot of Black Danish folks like yourself populating the planet? Can you drop some knowledge about the Black -Danish experience in general? People probably don't often think of Black Americans and Danes having much in common.

HD: You may think this is funny, but a couple of years ago there was a whole conference at the University of Copenhagen about the Black Danish connection. I would tell people I was going to the conference and they’d joke: so who will be there, you and your two brothers? Well, actually, it was a conference of more than a hundred writers, filmmakers and scholars from all of Scandinavia and several Americans including myself.

I know people think that Danish means white—blond hair, blue eyes, the whole Nordic ideal, but like the US, Denmark has a multicultural past. So the conference dealt with connections between Denmark and the Danish West Indies (now the U.S. Virgin islands); American black jazz musicians who settled in Copenhagen in the 40s, 50s and 60s to escape the racialized United States, and Harlem Renaissance author Nella Larsen (who like me, was Black and Danish). There’s a wonderful documentary called Slavernes Slaegt/Slaves in the Family about “native” (read white) Danes who have traced their family histories back to the slaves of the West Indies. Many of the freed slaves –who had been acculturated as Danish—sailed to Denmark upon Emancipation and made lives there –and eventually “passed” into Danish society. Today, if you want to hear some really fantastic jazz, find a Scandinavia musician because he or she has probably been schooled by some of America’s best Black jazz artists who became expats in Copenhagen

MP: What's Next for Heidi Durrow?

HD: I like that you write that with a capital N! Next for Heidi Durrow: hmmmm . . . well, the novel comes out Fall 2009 from Algonquin Books. Whoo-hoo! Dear Lord, how I love Barbara Kingsolver for this prize. I’m so glad that the book will finally get out there. I’m also working on a collection of stories about the connections between African-Americans/Africans/West Indians and Copenhagen, focusing particularly on the Black Vaudevillians and other artists who went there at the beginning of the 1900s including Nella Larsen.

And then there’s another book I’m working on inspired by the life of Miss Lala, a Victorian era mulatta strongwoman who was painted by Degas in a famous portrait called Miss Lala at the Cirque Fernando. I’ve received a couple of grants for the research (I got to go to Paris for four weeks thanks to the Elizabeth George Foundation) and now I am in the thick of the writing. It’s a fascinating story—Miss Lala was very famous in her time, but her biography has been lost to history. Here, she was in the late 1800s, a strong, muscular, Mixed woman, who was celebrated for her beauty and strength. At the same time, freak shows were at their most popular. Miss Lala performed as a star at the same revue where a young particularly hairy Laotion girl was exhibited as “Krao” the Missing Link. What was that like? That’s the story I’m trying to tell. How as it that a colored European-born female performer who defied traditional Western ideals of beauty became a success, but then still, was forgotten.

I’ll continue the work on Mixed Chicks Chat each week; I continue to blog about the Mixed experience and the creative life; and next year expect another bang-up Mixed Roots Film & Literary Festival –We’ll announce the dates soon. Doesn’t look like I have time to do that Ph.D. yet, huh?

MP: Geez. I’m tired just thinking about everything on your plate, but I’m so excited to read/devour everything you put out there. You do it so well. Good luck, Heidi Durrow!

Thursday, July 24, 2008

Food for Thought



Anybody besides me ever think that Jambalaya and Paella were the same dish, but with different sausage and a thicker accent?

Yes, it's another example of what happens when Blacks and Spaniards collide. In other words, one more Kinky Gazpacho creation!

Peace.

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Wanderlust



Boo-hoo. Yesterday I had to cancel our annual trip to Spain because of this dammed pneumonia that will not let go of my lungs!!!

My summer does not feel right without escaping this country for a minute or too. But when God/The Universe has other plans, you gotta roll with it I guess.

Since I'm not going anywhere, except my doctor's office, I was thrilled to stumble across this wonderful blog, Chikky Soup Meets Stinky Tofu. It is a travel blog of an African-American librarian from Indianapolis who jetted off to China for work and play. She's actually back in the United States now, but her blog is worth reading, as is her regular blog, Crazy Quilts, which is chock full of literary information.

Happy travels to the rest of you all. Anybody going somewhere extra special this summer?

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Taking the Black out of Kinky





Here's an update from my publisher. There's a new cover in the works for the paperback edition of Kinky Gazpacho: Life, Love & Spain. You can see the current cover above. Would you be surprised to know that the new cover has no Black woman on it? Just a lovely photograph of the Spanish countryside.

What do you think that's about?

I don't have the same publisher as Kim Mclarin, but the same thing happened to her recent novel, Jump at the Sun. The hardcover featured a Black woman reaching for the sun, the paperback is just a photograph of sunflowers. Apparently when sales and marketing discovered that "mainstream" American women (that's code for White people) were loving Ms. Mclarin's book, they deemed it necessary to change the cover.

Do you think that's what happening to my book? My editor denies it. In the grand scheme of things I guess it's a good thing to believe that a wider audience is loving Kinky Gazpacho, but it still feels like a slap in the face to say the Black woman on the cover has to go. Am I still an undesirable?

Thanks for listening.

Peace.

Monday, July 21, 2008

Even German Girls Get Kinky



So I got a really interesting response from a reader of my new memoir, Kinky Gazpacho: Life, Love & Spain. A German woman in her mid-50s just finished my book. She lives in Milwaukee and is the mother to two grown children and a teenager.

She knows my mother and called her to tell her how much she loved the book and that she really identified with my feelings of not quite belonging in my suburban, White world. I was intrigued. How did this German heiress feel alienated in Wisconsin, AKA, little Germany? Where Bratwurst and beer are the local favorites and Oktoberfest is a real holiday?

Well apparently it wasn't in Wisconsin where she felt the sting of rejection, it was in France. She commented that whenever she goes to France, which is often, she can never get over the feeling that the French are still clinging to their hatred of Germans. This woman is very fair-skinned, blond and I guess looks stereotypically German. If you ask me she could pass for Norwegian as well. But she says that people in France are rude to her, won't help her with directions and one time, someone actually spit at her in the street.

She also told my mother though that she understands their hatred of Germans, obviously from the wars. And she recalled how during WWII, French prisoners of war were actually treated like slaves and made to work in German homes. This woman recalled that her Grandmother had "French slaves" in her home but she, despite the laws of the land, tried to treat them humanely. Even though she did not allow them to eat at her table, she did allow them to eat the same food. Even though that was verboten! I was shocked by this story. French prisoners of wars as slaves!

I obviously knew that there wasn't much historical love between French and Germans but I never knew that it was so intimately felt and that the hatred is still so raw. But why not? It wasn't so long ago.

I am overwhelmed and overjoyed to know that so many different types of people are reading my book and that it is sparking these thoughts and discussions. I couldn't have hoped for more. It is my intent, with my words, to bring these issues out into the open so the healing can begin.

Let me stop here before I go all Kumbaya on you people.

But I have to know. Do other Germans-Americans feel discriminated against in France? Are there other historical sins that cling to us that do not allow us to travel freely? I'd like to hear your story.

Peace.

Friday, July 18, 2008

Do White People Like Sugar?

Yesterday I was out visiting with my neighbor. He happens to be a groovy, 30-something White guy whom I love to pieces. He had just arrived home and his little five-year old daughter came out to greet him. Her greeting sounded something like, "Hi Daddy, can you help me get my bike out of the garage?" His reply, "Hey, wait YOU DIDN'T GIVE DADDY ANY SUGAR."

I almost fell over. I didn't know White people asked for sugar! I definitely didn't know 30-something guys asked for sugar. I thought that was a "Black" thing. My neighbor is born and bred in Pennsylvania, so he can't even claim it as a southern throw back. He laughed when I told him that I was shocked that White folks asked their kids for sugar. And I immediately knew it was going on the Meltingpot. Here's just another way we're all just alike. Spreading sweetness all around.

So you know I gotta ask. Did you grow up with your aunties/grandad/daddy asking for sugar? How far off base was I thinking this was a Black thing?

Here's to a sweet weekend.

Peace!

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Segregated Sundays



When I was a little girl I attended a typical Black Baptist church in Milwaukee. I remember bringing my Japanese best friend to Sunday school one morning and wishing I could die when everybody stared and whispered about her, not to mention the Sunday school teacher announcing to everyone that my friend was going to hell since she didn't officially recognize Jesus Christ as her Lord and Savior.

Now many years later I wonder, is church still like that? I'm a bad judge because I've lived in New York City for so long where everything, even churches, seemed racially mixed. And now I live in integrated utopia, aka Mt. Airy, Pennsylvania where the gigantic Jewish synagogue behind my house has it's fair share of African-American and Asian worshipers.

So when I read a recent statistic that states that only 7 percent of America's churches are considered racially mixed, I'm left scratching my head. Where are these churches where "others" aren't allowed? I've read one theory that it's not just White folks who don't want ethnics in their House of God, it's also ethnics who don't want to diversify their holy houses either.

So, Meltingpot readers, do you worship in a racially diverse church? Do you know of a particularly welcoming congregation? I want to hear about it. Please share.

Peace!

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Meltingpot Clothes for the Mixed Crowd

Okay. It's a short one today. Just wanted to give a shout out to Rudy Guevarra, a hip, happening Mexipino I met at the Mixed Roots Film and Literary Festival in Los Angeles. Being a Mexipino, Rudy says, all comes down to having soy sauce and salsa on the dinner table every night.

Rudy is the creator and founder of a cool online clothing company called Multiracial Apparel. He also has a Ph.D. in Ethnic Studies. The company sells clothing that celebrates the mixed race experience and other funky creations that they deem worthy. It's more than just clothing it's a movement. Very cool. Check them out when you get a chance.

Peace.

Tuesday, July 15, 2008

The Meltingpot on the High Seas



I recently had a chance to check out the new Pirates Exhibit at the Franklin Institute in Philadelphia. The point was to take my seven-year-old son for his birthday, but I think the Spaniard and I got way more out of the excursion than the kid.

This particular exhibit is about a slave ship that was attacked by pirates. Two months later the ship sank off the coast of Cape Cod. Two hundred years later, an American explorer dug the ship up off the ocean floor and it is now on display.

Besides the fact that the exhibit was really well done, with a recreated pirate ship, real treasure to touch and an opening movie with great special effects, I learned so much! Did you know Black men fleeing slavery were welcomed aboard pirate ships as long as they swore an oath of loyalty? And it wasn't just one or two token Black pirates. Their numbers were in the double digits on just about every pirate ship in the 18th century. In fact, it was rare to find a pirate ship that wasn't sporting the diversity flag. Native Americans were also well represented on board.

Apparently the pirate ships were the first examples of a real democracy, where everybody was equal despite the color of their skin. This point was heavily emphasized throughout the exhibit. Against the backdrop of American slavery and virulent racism, the pirate ship suddenly sounds like a floating miracle. But really, it just goes to show once again that America has always been a functioning Meltingpot. The historians just don't want to write about it that way.

The Pirates exhibit will be at the Franklin Institute through November. For those of you who don't live in Philly but want to learn more about this mostly untold aspect of piracy, check out the website here.

Peace and a Bottle o' Rum!

Monday, July 14, 2008

Breeding Like Guppies

When I was an impressionable young college student, I took a class with a professor who was notoriously conservative, bordering on fascist. I kind of wanted the thrill of having my own belief systems challenged and I needed to take his class to satisfy my requirements for my major.

I don't actually remember what the class was even about, but I will never forget the day Professor I. was lecturing about his theory on poverty. I'm paraphrasing but he basically said poor people were poor because they were stupid and that the higher the economic class the smarter the population gets. He did not base his theories on race, but he did say that unfortunately poor Black people were the ones reproducing the most, thereby dumbing down the entire Black race. He then expanded that theory to most minority groups.

So my friend, who is Indian (from India) raised her very brown hand and asked the obvious question, 'So if we're smart and relatively well-off and of color, should we be breeding like rabbits to offset the dumbing down of the race?' And Professor I. looked at my friend and I and said, "No, you should be 'breeding like guppies' that's how serious the situation is. It is up to you intelligent colored people to have more children to save your race." He was totally serious. He had placed my entire self-worth on my ability to reproduce. Kind of like back in the slave days I thought!

Needless to say my friend and I protested loudly and called him all sorts of names to his face, but his words continue to haunt me. I don't believe his stupid people are poor theory, but for some reason his "breeding like guppies" theory left such a bad taste in my mouth that as the Spaniard and I contemplate going for SpaNegro #3 I feel all of this existential guilt like I might be following his directive. Of course I'm not, but on both sides of this argument, as a Black woman I feel somehow having that third child makes me a stereotype of some sort. Gosh the burden.

Peace & Good Health

Friday, July 11, 2008

Doesn't Everybody want to be Black Like Me?



So of course the big news in the fashion world this month was the "Black" issue of Italian Vogue. Forty pages of fashion with only Black models. Folks on both sides of the pond apparently have been scrambling to get a copy of the history-making glossy that features the likes of Iman, Alek Wek, Beverly Johnson and even, (I heard) ANTM Tocarra.

The reason behind the "Black" Issue is infuriating. It seems that here in America the fashion industry, even in 2008, still believes that beautiful Black women can't sell beautiful clothes, or magazines for that matter. Apparently, the editor of Italian Vogue, Franca Sozzani, was making a point that using Black models wouldn't detract from the art of the fashion. Thank you Ms. Sozzani!

A quote from Philadelphia Inquirer Columnist Elizabeth Wellington:

" American fashion is about aspiration ... Unfortunately, no matter how the fashion industry spins it, the clothing designers constructing the most popular runway presentations and the editors creating the most sought-after magazine spreads don't see black women as icons of aspirational beauty. And even more sadly, they don't believe that wealthy women will buy clothing if black women are modeling it."

And that's where I say, WTF? And White women, please don't be offended when I say this, but OF COURSE WHITE WOMEN WANT TO LOOK LIKE BLACK WOMEN. They want to look like us, sound like us, dance like us, cook like us, walk like us, talk like us. Do I need to go on? Black culture has been emulated, copied and co-opted since we set foot on this land. Whether you want to call it sharing or stealing almost every piece of the American cultural pie comes from a Black aesthetic.

I think the fashion industry is just making excuses to remain racist and closed off to "others." Like if they let the colored girls into the club they just might bring in the pork rinds and Hawaiian Punch and spoil the party.

Take a look at Oprah Winfrey. Just for an example. Not only is she Black but she's pretty chunky too. But if girlfriend says Pucci dresses are hot for the summer, at least 100,000 White women would be heading to Lilly Pulitzer for an outfit.
If Beyonce dons a puffy white dress on the red carpet, 80 gazillion teenagers will be wearing white to prom. So I say if the fashion industry embraced Black beauty, the people would follow.

What do you think?

Happy Healthy Weekend!

Peace.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Sputtering Back to Life...And a Missed Opportunity?

Hi Meltingpot Readers,

Thank you so much for your kind words and well wishes. I caught pneumonia and spent the last four days in the hospital. But I'm getting better. I'm confined to my bed, but I can still type.

I'm determined to resume the blog-o-rama...so please tune back in, cuz we may be wheezing as we write, but we're back in action.

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And here's my one Meltingpot thought for the day. While I was in the hospital I watched a ridiculous amount of television. The one show that seemed to be on continuous replay was the TLC show, Jon & Kate Plus 8. It's a reality show that captures the daily (and often times boring) life of a couple that has a set of seven-year-old twins AND a set of sextuplets. I find myself fascinated by the show for the obvious reasons of watching any parent manage so many damn kids under one roof, but mostly because they are an interracial family. She's White and he's half Korean but they never talk about identity/race.

Does anybody watch this show religiously and know if race/identity has ever come up? I know this show is ridiculously popular and one of TLC's biggest cash cows. I've seen them on Oprah, and the Today Show, so they obviously have a platform to discuss such issues but as far as I can tell it's not something they talk about. After watching my like 87th episode last night, it hit me. Maybe the Asian dad has his own unresolved issues about his heritage. Maybe mom doesn't see color. Since the show is all about family you kind of have to wonder how the children's ethnicity/identity will be discussed. And if they don't discuss it, to someone like me it's like the big duh that's missing. But maybe for network television they like the family to be whitewashed.

Thoughts? I'm going to do some cyber investigation. I'll report back.

Peace (and good health)

Monday, July 07, 2008

Until further notice.

My American Meltingpot is in the hospital. She will be back soon.

Much Love!

Friday, July 04, 2008

Fourth of July Funk


Maybe it's because I'm burning up with a fever and my whole body aches. Or maybe it's because my husband is not from this country. Or maybe it's a Black thing, but for whatever the reason, I can't get excited about the Fourth of July. My poor kids have no idea that today is even a holiday!

When I was little I loved decorating my bike for the neighborhood Fourth of July parade and going to the park for games and of course fireworks at night. But now that I'm a grown up, all I can think about is the fact that My People didn't go free on Independence Day. In fact, many of them fought the British with the idea that they would be free, only to have to wait almost 100 more years for their own independence.

Maybe this is the fever making me surly. But I'm wondering, how do other people of ethnic backgrounds in this country celebrate the Fourth of July?

Thursday, July 03, 2008

Black, Happy & Gay

Just because Black people who happen to be gay seem to have to be troubled and miserable, I wanted to raise the rainbow flag and mention two new books that hit the shelves in June.

Passing for Black by Linda Villarosa is a novel about a Black woman who leaves her handsome, Black stud-muffin boyfriend for a White woman. Scandal. And Craig Seymour's new memoir, All I Could Bare: My Life in the Strip Clubs of Gay D.C., is a laugh-out loud tell all of, well, the author's life in the strip clubs of gay D.C.

I just wanted to announce the arrival of these books because in both breezy tomes, there's a happy ending and the lives of gay people of color are explored in non-pathological ways. They're just kind of living and loving. Like everybody else. As it should be.

So there it is.

Peace.

Wednesday, July 02, 2008

Jamaican Authors

Every since I got back from the Calabash Literary Festival, I've been obsessed with Jamaica. I've pledged allegiance to this tiny Jamaican restaurant near my house, chatted up any and every person I meet with a connection to Jamaica and read as many books by Jamaican authors as possible.

I finished She's Gone by Kwame Dawes as soon as I returned from Calabash. As one of the Calabash founders, I felt I owed it to him to read his book first. Next, I devoured Andrea Levy's , Fruit of the Lemon. Levy was born in London to Jamaican parents and writes about the Jamaican experience abroad. I loved this book because the main character, also a Jamaican born in London to Jamaican parents, struggles with an identity crisis, namely, trying to figure out what it means to be Black in a mostly White world.

Currently I am reading The Pirate's Daughter by Margaret Cezair-Thompson. It's a fabulous tale based on a real-life incident that took place in Jamaica in 1946 involving American movie star, Errol Flynn. Loving it.

I think the reason I'm so attracted to Jamaican authors, besides their fantastic storytelling abilities, is that the meltingpot theme is so present in their work, whether the story takes place at home or abroad. So I'm just going to keep on reading my Jamaican authors and if anyone has a suggestion on who I should read next, send me a note.

BTW, Malcolm Gladwell and Zadie Smith. Did you know they were Jamaican?

Peace.

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

The Meltingpot Blog-o-rama Starts Now!

Hi Meltingpot Readers,


I made a promise that this summer I would challenge myself to a blogging marathon. After many a grandiose ideas, I settled on the one month-daily-update Meltingpot blog-o-rama. That means for the month of July, starting today, I will be blogging every day.

Here's the fine print: I'll be really only blogging Monday - Friday. Friday's entry will be something that warrants more time for viewing. And it just gives me a moment to rest. What that also means is that my daily entries will be shorter but no less intriguing ( I hope). I can't be too descriptive because in case you hadn't figured it out by now, I'm just flying by the seat of my pants here. But I'm excited.

I hope you are too.

Peace.