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Margaret Burroughs - Black Venus (1957)
“Burroughs had a vision of doing more to preserve black heritage. With her husband, Burroughs converted the ground floor of their old Chicago mansion into a small museum in which they could display a variety of artifacts. More than 500 people toured the museum during its first year. Heartened by the public’s interest, Burroughs devoted herself to raising funds for the museum. She firmly believed that this museum would enrich lives, especially those of young black people. “A museum …shows kids they can be somebody,” Burroughs stated in Black Enterprise.
By emphasizing the cultural and racial roots of black people, Burroughs hoped to teach young people that not only could they be somebody but that they came from a proud and strong black heritage. Besides serving as a repository for black art, papers, artifacts, and memorabilia, the museum also met the needs of its visitors with youth activities, essay contests, art festivals, and poetry festivals. By 1970, museum attendance was more than 30,000 annually.” [Source]
Harlem. “Looking Again At James Baldwin.” NY Times: “Unpublished Black History.” Series. Follow Us on Facebook!
The secret world of foreigners.
Yesterday my search for plakali led me to an Ivorian restaurant on the second floor of an unassuming building on the Boulevard du Centenaire. The place was the size of a modest living room, it had plastic tables, plastic chairs, plastic table covers, multi-coloured plastic cups and plastic jugs ready to pour water into them.
I have seen this place before, serving Nigerian food deep inside the buildings of inner city Johannesburg, or Congolese food in a decrepit old building in Dar es Salaam. And as with all eateries of this sort, it came with that inexplicable goodness of food cooked in small spaces. This alone is the marketing strategy. Tucked away in the inner rooms of high-rises, these places do not benefit at all from the curiosity of random passersby. You find them because you know them, or because you know someone that knows them and recommended their food.
Several Ivorians came and left while I was waiting and they all seemed to know each other. If they didn’t, to finally be amongst people who speak like you and eat like you is probably enough to make you seem, at the very least, like acquaintances.
What has stuck with me is the transformation of a young man who walked in just before I got my food. He had the air (as they say in French) of someone who was hard-laboring his way into the middle class, wearing a white shirt that had been washed often and a small leather book bag on his side. He clearly took care of his appearance even though his means were modest.
When this young man got to the door he took a deep breath or was it a strong sigh? He seemed to expand and contract at the same time. Arriving in this familiar place with familiar food and familiar people made him feel more alive and yet more restful, like someone deflating and being pumped with new air all at once. He stood at the door for a few moments just taking in the peace. The hidden living room with its flickering light was a repose from a full day of not belonging.
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In the US, eugenics and conservation were born twins. Wealthy big-game hunters, including Teddy Roosevelt and his friend Madison Grant, both major conservationists, were among the most enthusiastic to embrace the racist creed. Their initial priority was to conserve the herds that provided their sport, and the easiest way to do that - so they thought - was to remove the “predators” who were killing the game to eat (and for its leather) rather than to hang horns on the wall. But these predators were principally human hunters - both Native Americans and poor colonists trying to eke a living from an unfamiliar world. …Scratch the record anywhere in the early conservation movement, and eugenics sounds loud and clear: Alexander Graham Bell, who falsely claimed to have invented the telephone and who was one of the founders of the National Geographic Society; two charter members of the Sierra Club, David Starr Jordan (founding president of Stanford University) and Luther Burbank were all prominent members of the movement. George Grinnell, founder of the Audubon Society (and Edward Curtis’ mentor) was Madison Grant’s close friend for nearly 50 years. The National Park Service’s first director, mining magnate Stephen Mather, was backed by Charles Goethe, of the Audubon and Kenya Wildlife Societies, regional head of the Sierra Club and outspoken advocate of Nazi eugenic laws.
The Colonial Origins of Conservation: the Disturbing History Behind US National Parks
example 1, Yosemite:
Conservation leaders like John Muir believed that the indigenous people who had inhabited Yosemite for at least 6,000 years were a desecration and had to go…In reality, Yosemite had long been an environment shaped by its inhabitants through controlled undergrowth burning (which created its healthy forests with big trees and a rich biodiversity), tree planting for acorns as a food staple, and sustainable predation on its game, which ensured species balance. …Native Americans were evicted from almost all the American parks, but a few Ahwahneechee people were tolerated inside Yosemite for a few more decades. They were forced to serve tourists and act out humiliating “Indian days” for the visitors. The latter wanted the Indians they saw in the movies, so the Ahwahneechee had to dress and dance as if they were from the Great Plains. If they didn’t serve the park, they were out - and they all did finally die or leave, with their last dwellings deliberately and ignominiously burned down in a fire drill in 1969. …The parks were and are supposed to preserve their “wilderness,” but they’ve never been very successful. In the case of Yosemite: over a thousand miles of often-crowded roads and hiking trails were constructed; trees were felled to make viewpoints; the balance of species was altered as animal and human predators were eliminated; trout were introduced to delight anglers; a luxury hotel was built; bear feeding areas were established to thrill visitors, so conditioning the animals to scavenge for human food; and hoteliers carried out a “firefall” for a century, in which burning wood was pushed over Glacier Point to cascade thousands of feet into the valley (the scars remain visible nearly 50 years after it was halted)…This wasn’t preservation, it was reshaping the environment to extract tourist dollars. In spite of this, and the fact that the National Park Service has presided over a loss of biodiversity and dozens of species extinctions, many conservationists have continued to believe they’re better at protecting environments than the tribal peoples who live in them.
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A gritty glimpse of Dar’s dark side, Dar Noir plunges viewers into the world of a corrupt cop who finds redemption through a prostitute who helps him kick his heroin habit.
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