Where Do We Go From Here?: When Cultural Champions Die

Today, one of the most prolific trailblazers in cinematic history has left us at just 51 years old. Whether you're a fan of Ryan Coogler, Ava DuVernay, Jordan Peele, F. Gary Gray, or all of the above (just to name a few) John Singleton is your fave's fave. 

In a way that few can master, Singleton: 
  • Told Black stories from an authentically Black perspective
  • Refused to decode certain cultural cues - if you don't get it, then maybe it's not for you
  • Catalyzed the convergence of hip hop culture into film 

His professional blueprint served as a guide for Black and brown creatives across all disciplines as society moved into the new millennium. 

Whether Singleton knew it or not, one person who benefited from this work was none other than Nipsey Hussle.

Among casual followers, Nipsey was best known as a rapper and Lauren London's longtime love. But to those who paid more attention, especially after his horrific murder last month, Nipsey represented economic independence, advancement in education, and relative accessibility in a time of disconnection between stars and the general public. 

Without the sacrifices and triumphs of John Singleton and his successors, it would've been even harder for Nipsey Hussle to realize his power as a Black man in the entertainment industry, and in turn, serve as an inspiration to the newest wave.

Where does this leave us now? When cultural champions die, where do we go from here?

The answer is twofold - One, we show up and show out in our own work. Two, we crystallize those who are still left in our collective memory *and* support their late-stage endeavors. 

Beyoncé is a prime example in the first area. For some reason some of y'all misogynistic anti-Black haters still won't give credit where it's due, but sis is a movement by herself, and a full-fledged force when a team can bring her visions to life. 

On the other side, my favorite podcast, Strong Black Legends (a collaboration between Netflix and Strong Black Lead, hosted by Tracy Clayton) does a great job of giving our creatives their flowers while they can still smell them.

Interested? Watch or listen to Jason Weaver's episode:

There's a lot of discernment that has to be used when it comes to consuming or curating content. 

It's not enough to be passive in what you receive. It's not enough to hope that someone will put you on. It's not enough to look out only for yourself. In times like this, when cultural champions are dying younger and younger, it's not enough. We owe it to them and to ourselves to preserve and manipulate the culture for the better. We are beautifully talented, flawed, complicated, magical, ordinary people. Let's act like we know.

#TMC 🏁


Sometimes people take more than they give to the culture and do not deserve to be revered. We don't separate art from artists over here. I will never be so Blickety Black as to turn my head to horrible actions just because y'all's nasty uncles and aunties wanna keep playing predator music in the function. But that's another post for another day. Be blessed!

I Mean, I Made It.

Initially I didn't have much good to reflect on for 2018. 

I've been in a haze of tiredness and disillusionment for most of the year, with a couple of bright spots here and there.

365 days of confusion, unrealistic expectations, injuries, and damaged ties tends to do that to a person. Everyone has their rough spots, and while I hope that your year had more highs than lows, sometimes that just really is not the case. 

If you're looking back at my highlights wondering "What is she talking about, she looks great!" Well, I know I make it look good, but I'd rather be cute and entertaining than crusty and boring while in distress. Let's get back on track.

My deepest issues have always come from my own mind and heart, do you feel me? So my saving grace is to put myself back into perspective whenever I get lost. A great quote that I read says:

"Seasons of suffering can be ripe ground for planting new seeds of faith that will grow into deep-rooted trees of faith that will stand firm in the next storm of life that comes your way. God promises that he will never leave you alone in your season of suffering." (Psalm 118:6)

There's a purpose for everything

I may be tired and disillusioned, but I am also accomplished and protected. I made it through college and into my career. I find myself in fewer situations with negative emotional risks. I meditate on my intentions, and they manifest when I put effort behind them. I didn't die. It's not easy, or in some cases appropriate to look on the bright side. Sometimes, it's just...dark. No matter what, it's all preparing me for bigger payoffs. As long as I don't fold on myself, I'll be alright. Don't fold on yourself and you will be, too.

Black Conservatism is Actually a Thing

It's not just the basis of a fictional TV character, Black conservatism is really a real thing, y'all. 

Black people almost unanimously vote for politicians running on the Democrat ticket, regardless of that particular candidate's policies, personal behavior, etc. It's kind of lazy when you think about it, but that's a different post for a different day. The point is Black people vote blue.

On one hand, it makes sense because in theory, a liberal government stimulates the economy from the bottom up, and who's at the bottom? Black people!

On the other hand, aside from financial incentives, Black Americans are wildly conservative. Like, our beliefs as a whole don't match up with the results at the polls. Take a look at the pictures below.

You see, I'm not just pulling facts out of my butt! 40 percent of Black people think abortion should be illegal, even though banning them will over inflate our foster care system, infant mortality rates will skyrocket, people who do not want to be parents will have no choice, so on and so forth...

Wait for it...

Just under half of us disapprove of same-sex marriage, even though Black LGBTQ+ people are the most vulnerable sub-group in our race. Maybe the rates are still so high because some of us foolishly believe homosexuality was created as a disease to infect Black men, thus destroying the Black family? But hey, what do I know.

My own personal beliefs aside, why is it that if you dig to the bottom of deeply polarizing social issues, that can easily be split between party lines, so many Black minds land on the side of the GOP while their ballots do not?

The easiest answer to that is, of course, racism. 

There's this saying that goes "Not all Republicans are racist, but all racists are Republican." Even though it's not a precise statement, it's close enough. If the GOP could find a way to distance themselves from racist behavior and attitudes, Black folks would be in there like swimwear.

I say all of this to say, Black conservatism is one of this nation's best kept secrets. Now that you're hip, don't act surprised when you hear a Black celebrity giving a tone deaf social take, or when 45 hosts a bunch of new age Buppies in the Oval Office. Those Black MAGA kids aren't just a publicity stunt, they're products of their environment and they're not going to go away. 

It's Hard to Win Souls for Christ When People Can't See the God in You

As a Christian, our two main goals are to develop our personal relationships with God and to bring people into the house of the Lord.


It's not just because people nowadays are too wicked, or that we're cursed or whatever. I'm convinced that the biggest agents against Christ are the ones who attempt to do the most outreach in His name. They're kind of like mall cops who couldn't make it into the real police force. Extra. Abrasive. Out to prove a point.

Have you ever met someone who was so holier-than-thou that made you go like, "Tell me what church you go to, so I can remember to never ever visit there."

The church has been in decline for GENERATIONS, especially among Black folk; how do you expect them to feel the love of God if you're leading with bigotry and shame? Why should people believe that God will love them if you're hating on God's behalf?

Sometimes I wonder if maybe those kinds of people don't actually want others to be saved. More favor for them, perhaps? Hmm. I hope that's not it, because you do not need to be saved to have the favor of God (see: Judas, who betrayed Jesus, still had favor from God to even be a disciple).

What do people want most of all? 

Love, compassion, and understanding. Telling non-believers and those who have strayed what God has brought you through and where you intend to go (in this life as well as the next), is a lot more effective than threatening them with eternal damnation. ESPECIALLY if they already feel like they're living in Hell on Earth.

Once that part is over, focus on what you can do to make a more righteous life for you.

Post-Grad Depression, Despite My Blessings? Maybe So.

This is not me...

For a long time, I couldn't understand what my problem was.

Immediately after I graduated from college, I had a car, my family, my degree and plenty of career opportunities. It's pretty much exactly what you can ask for in an ideal post-grad situation. The problem was, none of that could keep me from the restlessness, isolation, and waves of uncertainty.

Yes I had plans, but my goals felt like someone else's goals. Yes I socialized, but my daily interactions were just me on auto-pilot. I began to evaluate everything and everyone as temporary, which is actually terrifying, because that same feeling begins to apply to yourself. You're reminded of your own mortality.

I began to release myself from this mindset

On July 27th, I followed advice suggested to me months prior by my friend Mo (plug: check out his music). He told me to use the law of attraction to manifest the life I want to live. 

I pulled out my notebook, and began to write down everything that I wanted as specifically as possible, no matter how selfish or impossible it sounded. As I wrote, I poured all of my energy in, with the explicit goal of making all of my intentions come true.

Three days later, I was T-boned by a driver that wasn't paying attention as they pulled into traffic.

According to the EMTs that arrived a few minutes later, without my seatbelt on, I would've absolutely been ejected from the vehicle and died in the middle of the street. I wish I could say that I'd found a new lease on life, but I can't because that's not true. 

What I did find though, was a glimmer of opportunity. After all, just three days before the accident, I poured my heart's desire onto a piece of paper...

It was time to put my intentions to work.

Every day wasn't easy. Every day wasn't perfect. Some days, the day wasn't even mine to control. But, I always focused on my intentions. I prayed over them every morning and slept with them under my pillow every night. Before I knew it, three things on my list would manifest, then five, then seven. It was working and my life was changing because I was kind to myself and obedient to my process.

Today, whenever I get a chance to put my power to the test, I take it because I know that I can get whatever I want. You do too. It's not magic, but it's something that really pulled me through.