38 years ago today, Public Enemy releases “It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold Us Back” on Def Jam.
changed the perception of what hip-hop music could be about. 3 and a half decades ago, the United States was in the final months of the Reagan administration, and inner-cities across the country were reeling from the effects of his policies. crack use was at epidemic proportions. there was the genuine belief that not only was the government not concerned with the plight of the Black population in the U.S., it was openly hostile towards them. It Takes a Nation of Millions was the aural embodiment of the widespread rage generated towards the system.
the Bomb Squad created the perfect soundscape: a pulsating, chaotic, and intense wall of sound that could overwhelm the listener, but built on a foundation of soul and funk.
one of those rare albums that lives up to all the superlatives that have been heaped upon it, and the greatest hip-hop LP ever recorded.
Vicksburg, Mississippi Black middle school student, Keng-Kenneth Smith, earned perfect scores on Mississippi MAAP state tests for three straight years ,scoring perfect 699s in both ELA & Math as a 7th grader and perfect 799 in Math as an 8th grader!
Now he is a multi-sport athlete, musician, and chess player heading into high school, this brilliant young king keeps setting the bar high.
The future belongs to kings like this. No debate.
Young kings in East Baltimore learning about jumping a car, electricity, simple circuits & public speaking 🛠️
IG: https://t.co/jmtKtIO8B0
It’s a Baltimore based organization that teaches young men about careers in STEM and Trade
#BlackMen#BlackYouth#BlackCulture
"You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still, I'll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?
Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I've got
gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.
You may shoot me with
your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with
your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've
got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?
Out of the huts of history’s
shame,
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted
in pain,
I rise
I'm a black ocean,
leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling
I bear in the tide.
Leaving behind nights
of terror and fear,
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s
wondrously clear,
I rise
Bringing the gifts that
my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope
of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise."
☀️ Maya Angelou, Still I Rise
#mayaangelou #poem #poetic #blackhistory
19-year-old Bernice Johnson user here Voice while she was locked up to sing during the civil rights protest. She became a doctor.. and she dedicated her life towards the freedom and equal rights for Black people in America. Remember her Jim Crow could not stop her. Police brutality could not stop her.
really wild that your landlord can raise your rent 40% because he "needs to" but your boss can't raise your salary 4% because "the budget doesn't allow it." Both of them went to Cancun this year btw.
We really CANNOT have sustainable energy because it threatens the oil industry. We cannot have healthcare because it threatens insurance. We cannot have peace because it threatens the weapons industry. Capitalism built a system where doing the right thing is treated like bad business.