This is a memorial for Sherrell Faulkner, a 46-year old woman from Charlotte, North Carolina, who deserves to be remembered as fully human, and not merely as a headline. It goes almost without saying that Ms. Faulkner’s death is one in a tragic continuum of black trans women who are victimized, brutalized, and murdered just for their very existence. It needs to be said, however, that Sherrell Faulkner’s life is worth specific recognition and celebration. In every way that her death is systematic, it is also deeply individual, and should be treated as such.Read More
We don’t want to give y’all too much homework all this month, but we’re also committed to not exploring the same old same old with black Southern history. As you could imagine, this commitment often requires outside sources. This week, we’re actually encouraging you to leave our blog (who would’ve thought), open your podcast app of choice, and download the second-to-most recent episode of Gravy.
I didn’t grow up listening to Stevie Wonder or Marvin Gaye. My mama was raised in the church, and so was I, so most of my early musical memories are religious in nature. I can probably identify the sample of any gospel song in the background of your favorite rap battle, and recently, a friend texted me to find “an upbeat gospel song the mother of the church sings while washing greens,” and I was able to provide her with Be Ready When He Comes Again, and I think it fits pretty well. All the music I listened to (pre-Kanye West) all had a great effect on my understanding of my blackness and my history. I viewed music religiously, as the thing that differentiated my loud and interactive church services from the short and contemplative sermons I heard in my private school chapel. But I also viewed music as something political, and that’s probably due to Sweet Honey in the Rock.Read More
Our understanding of the Civil Rights Movement is often rather simple, bringing to mind sit-ins, marches, and of course, Martin Luther King. In biopics and movies, it also seems that our sweet Brother Martin singlehandedly brought the American Negro into freedom, with the help of a few of his bros and the occasional supportive phone call from Coretta. This is the reflection of history that I think would have horrified Ella Baker, not because she is not represented in it, but because it can often seem as if the Civil Rights Movement was one group led by one man speaking for all of Black America. Further study, however, reveals people like Ella Baker, without whom our understanding of Civil Rights would be greatly revised.Read More