Jason Lee of Hollywood UnLocked racially profiled at MSY Airport-New Orleans day after inspiring and motivating fans at his book signing

Media mogul, entrepreneur, personality, and iHeart Radio’s Jason Lee was in Harvey, LA (a suburb of Jefferson Parish and a 20-minute drive from New Orleans) on Wednesday night for the release of his inspirational new book titled, GOD MUST HAVE FORGOTTEN ABOUT ME was racially profiled or as some call it traveling while black as he waited for his plane at the MSY Airport-New Orleans … Continue reading Jason Lee of Hollywood UnLocked racially profiled at MSY Airport-New Orleans day after inspiring and motivating fans at his book signing

My Bittersweet Pickaninny Dolls: New Orleans Vintage Gambina Dolls, Ninkie, and Jody circa 1700s

The dolls reminded me of the painful memories and difficulties growing up in New Orleans with what I was told was the wrong color skin and bad short hair, the only difference was that “Ninkie” was cute and only because she was made in the 80. A lot of my feelings were rooted not in hatred for myself but for the absence of dolls that looked like me. Continue reading My Bittersweet Pickaninny Dolls: New Orleans Vintage Gambina Dolls, Ninkie, and Jody circa 1700s

My Nola Life: Growing up Tall, Dark-Skinned with Nappy Hair

The issues I had with being defined as “Dark and Ugly” came from people outside our family in the beginning. I was darker one in my family and if subconsciously and if possible in the womb I knew the prettiest girls were lighter with so-called good hair and not girls who looked like me. I wouldn’t truly understand that being dark-skinned with nappy hair meant something bad and ugly until I started school. My short afro puff ponytails were mocked and ridiculed along with my chocolate-colored skin. This would be the beginning of a long journey of questioning who I was, searching for validation, depression all because I was trained to believe that the color of my skin and texture of my hair wasn’t good enough or acceptable, which in turn made me worthless to the world so I thought.

Being the tallest, darkest and nappiest girl was difficult, but it got better, much better. It was like one day I went to the mirror on the wall and she responded, “Girl, the dark-skinned, nappy-headed tall girls are IN! You made it Sista, you are now included in the most beautiful of them all!” I am a Swan now and I have been basking in my lil pond celebrating Me without splashing water on my haters. I actually let them swim with me!

Seriously though, I believe it’s because we became aware of what we were doing to each other. We realized that we fell for the hype of European beauty standards that we allowed it to divide us for years.  Continue reading My Nola Life: Growing up Tall, Dark-Skinned with Nappy Hair

Light Skin, Dark Skin and the things in between 

Today I read a post on Facebook which is below this paragraph about a daycare worker being too dark to work with white children and that if anything a light-skinned black person would be a better option… Just writing about it upsets me, brings up old healed wounds of my own, well I thought they were healed It reminds me of a post of my … Continue reading Light Skin, Dark Skin and the things in between 

Light Skin, Dark Skin and the things in between 

It has to be a terrible way to live; judging another human being over something none of us have control over. There are some beautiful people in the world, and their insides are rotten. Their hearts are in search of a beat, void of any feeling that resembles love. They go through their day looking to inflict pain on anyone who crosses their paths that goes against what they like. Continue reading Light Skin, Dark Skin and the things in between