Archive for November, 2008

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Be what you are!

November 22, 2008

There was this deliverer of good who fought the system much like poor do today. This messenger was nether man nor women but people understood that good couldnt take the form of what society had created. The messenger was not of a skin color or class standing. People were intrigued to see the messenger out of curiosity but after the messenger showed, people would leave in doubt of themselves. At first this self-doubt the messenger created tore through the hearts of men and women, which led to war. On the eve of the great death, the messenger knew the fighting would continue as long as people questioned themselves. For it was the fear of change and the fear of hope that drove the world into madness. The messenger knew this but the goal was to spread the good. In the heart of hearts people knew that death would be a good thing. So the messenger rejoiced in the sounds of the great death knowing that the ultimate good was loosing oneself. Pain!

Aaron

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Victory

November 20, 2008

I came to a horrbile realization. Maybe I am defeated in my fight agianst this world. My words and walk may not show it but they seem to be all I have. Actions speak louder than words but I haven’t really acted in a way that is leading towards a better world.

Everything I have done in my life has been at 80% of what I am capable of. Relationships, school, reading, working out etc.. have all been mediocre. Yet, at 80% people are like “oh aaron your so cool,” but I wonder where I would be at if I was at 100%. Would I be in los angeles? would I still be here?

Part of what maks me this way is fear. if it is fear then why fear a better world? Because the real test is creating the better world not fight aganist the ills of it. Most people can imagine what they want to see because its obvious what they want isn’t there. So the fight is agianst what is bad but it isn’t about creating what people want. Its like that kind of thinking has been written out of our DNA. People can’t create the world because they have never seen themselves as architics. Everyone can tell you what they dont want to see but noone can see what it is they want. So what people fight for is changing the bad but not fighting for the good. So as of now I feel defeated but I am trying to decolonize my mind.

Aaron

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A problem I have with the LATIMEs

November 12, 2008

The Latimes mirrors itselfs as the bastard offspring of the NYtimes. How this has happened I am not sure, but it makes for quite bad journalism. First off the LAtimes does not have an esay layout to its website. Its very blocky and mis shaped. It doesnt fill its purpose of develiverying news. The Latimes can do this because they only compete with the LAweekly in print and the local tevelivison news for informaiton. So if they are the only game in town then they can do whatever they want. Over and OUT!!!!

Aaron

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School

November 10, 2008

Tomorrow I am going to check out the Masters of Architecture program at the Southern California Institute of Architecture. Wish me luck! I hope this turns out to be something good.

Aaron

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The Jig is Up!!!

November 6, 2008

Below, there is a video put out by the Houston Chronicle with the headline “Black Houstonians see Obama’s win as a Dawn of Opportunity.”

I believe Obama is redefining what struggle is and means to oppressed people. The fact, “hope” was used to also include entry into the political system, bypasses, what I feel, are the necessary steps freedom, liberation, struggle should take. This is personal. Most of me is a product of slavery and the other is a result of the potato famine. This struggle created great great grandparents who used hope as a tool for exodus away from oppressive conditions. Yet, this struggle manifested itself into new forms as Hope meant freedom from sharecroopping and the rural South. Today, instead of me creating this vision of hope for future generations, the struggle has been placed on me. And as of November 5th, the struggle is over, or by some reports, the hard part is done.

Yet, I have to practice self-criticism. I know that I failed. I failed to get to know my sisters and brothers, as the Obama camp was bring people together. Only during the last month leading up to the election did I realize this. My man Pete C was doing the work and I was fucking around with some bullshit union. So I am going to let the world know that I aint fucking around with this shit because I know where real change happens and I see it on a regular basis. SO people on the left listen up, We have gotten to stop being all emotional hurt about the system but more hurt by the fact the people we love are effected by the system. Because now we are going to have the hardest time trying to debunk the Obama theory of freedom.

With that said,my struggle is going to be with people trying to create relationships with direct changes the fact we live in a capitalist system that made us into fucked people. Also, I love Texas Southern University and Miss Marshall. Even though I may never shed tears for Obama, i do have joy because its a “NIgga in Office” The Chapelle show couldnt do better!!!

I cant get over this!!!!

I can't get over this!!!!

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WTF!!!!

November 5, 2008

The New York Times are claiming that racial barriers have been broken!!!

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No one knows my name

November 4, 2008

As much as people think they know my name, they fall short of a real understanding. I walk among people, like myself in achievement, but I have never heard the word Aaron from there mouths. Instead, I hear whispers of an Animal that is lost from the zoo or stories how neighborhoods use to be a certain way. The fact, no one knows my name, is okay. Yet, when I express this to people they dont understand. They say ‘But Aaron(Nigger), your not like them, your different.’ Or ‘Aaron(NIgger), I want to know why I can’t organize Black men.’ If people really knew my name they would take the time to listen and respect my space. but its more than just me, its this world in general. Where assumptions are held to higher standards than the truth I speak about me. Echo Park does not know my name, so I sought South Central for a familiar face. Hope!

I walk around people, like myself, who share a similar trait at birth. But I have not heard the word ‘Aaron’ from there lips. I connect though the cell memory of my parents past and I hoped this would be enough to connect me to people who want to know my name. Yet, the unity of a rebellion in 1992 doesnt mean I would be accept too. And it’s naive of me to enter a place that Los Angeles has made into a de facto occupation. Yet, I was longing for something that I thought South Central could provide me. But I am still lonely and losing my mind slowly. Skin color isnt enough, unless the people around you have that insight also. What I realize is that Black people are still a colonized group of people, along with the Koreans, Armenians, Latin@s, and Whites. Everyone here, including me, is colonized by this mentality that accepts de facto segregation. No one questions why 90% of black people live in south LA nor do they ask ‘why the University of South California is trying to gentrify South Central’ Its Fucked!!!!

But there is hope! Paulo Freire explains peoples struggle, which is linked to South Central.  “The struggle is possible only because dehumanization, although a concrete historical fact, is not a given destiny but the result of an unjust order that engenders violence in the oppressors, which in turn dehumanizes the oppressed.”

As much as people say this is how things are, the fact so many people are fighting for change, means colonization will never be complete. People know deep down that there are at least possibilities, and with possibilities there is hope. This is not an Obama add but this man built a campain on this principle. But still, noone knows Barack Obama’s name. So lets rejoic!!!

James Baldwin helps me!!! This is a quote “and in exactly the same way the south imagines that it knows the negro, the north imagines that it has set him free. Both camps are deluded. human freedom is a complex, difficult-private-thing. If we can liken life, for a moment, to a furnace, then freedom is the fire which burns away illusion”