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People really don’t believe Ancient Egyptians were ethnically African?
Perri: It’s sad but true, so many people don’t believe it. :(
Yup and if you ask the average American they will automatically say The Middle East…
…
but…
how—
Look at their lips!
This man up there favors my great great granddaddy (I’m of African descent, just so you all know)
EYES, NOSE—LIPS AGAIN.
I MEAN.
OMG. SERIOUSLY.
LIKE.
IT SHOULDN’T BE THIS HARD TO GRASP.
White denial.
Remember, around the time white people became obsessed with Egypt and began romanticizing its history, they still were allowed to openly hate POC. They refuse to believe that so much power, grace, and beauty could come from people they despised(read: were jealous of).
It’s all just a superiority complex to mask their innate insecurity. It’s why they happily lump Egypt in with the Middle East and completely erase Black Egypt from the picture and instead focus on Arab Egypt.
It’s also why they have taken to dividing Africa into North Africa and “Sub-Saharan Africa” as if everything that is not of the “exotic desert” is inferior and savage.
Taxonomy and classism are just a few of white people’s favorite things to do to make themselves feel like they run shit.
The term “middle east” didn’t even exist before the 1960s.
incase you crackers didn’t know
Egypt is in Africa
therefore
Egyptians are African
Africans were not sub Saharan Negroids.
Africa is a continent not a race.
king tut’s DNA was tested. he was almost 100% white. so was Cleopatra. they were not white. i bet you believe that the pyramids were built by slaves, don’t you?
Science will just be over in the corner, alternately laughing at you and sobbing into its drink.
Identifying race (a social construct) from genetic material is either really complicated or not entirely possible, depending on how you look at it. Either way, the idea of someone’s DNA being “100% white” is completely fallacious.
Genetic testing has linked mitochondrial DNA found in Tutankhamen’s remains to groups prevalent in Europe today, but mitochondrial DNA only shows one line of ancestry when every generation back you go, the number of ancestors you have doubles. Trying to judge someone’s race from their mtDNA is like trying to judge their whole ethnicity by their last name.
For instance, my ethnic background is almost entirely Scots-Irish, but because I only have the last name of my father, who only has the last name of his father, who only has the last name of his father (and so on), my last name is German. There’s almost no German in my background at all, but due to sheer chance and the rules we use for inheriting last names, there it is.
The same thing applies to mtDNA: it’s always inherited according to certain rules, and you only get it on one side.
The other thing about those European genetic markers is that we don’t know that they originated in Europe, we just know that they’re there today. Especially given that they’re found in western Europe, it’s more likely they spread from the Mediterranean to there rather than the other way around, whether they originated in Greece or Africa or (most likely) a mixture of the two.
Extensive genetic testing has been done on the remains of Tutankhamen’s body, and genetic markers have been found that tie him to the central African plains, as well. The bottom line is that in a center of trade and culture like Egypt, you’d have to expect to see genetic material from all over. And that definitely includes sub-Saharan Africa, which had fewer travel barriers between it and Egypt than Europe did.
Or do you think your racist beliefs went back in time and created a forcefield or genetic firewall?
As for Cleopatra: where exactly do you think they got her DNA from? There’s no tomb, there’s no body. Cleopatra VII (the one we just call “Cleopatra”, the famous one) vanished without a trace.
The idea that DNA tests have proven she’s “100% white” are 100% a racist fantasy. We know her father was ethnically Greek… mostly… but the Ptolemies had been in Egypt for a long time by that point, and while the rule was inbreeding, there had been exceptions all along the way. Cleopatra’s mother is believed to have possibly been from sub-Saharan Africa, or else the child of a mother who was. At least one of Cleopatra’s sisters (possibly half, we don’t know) had strong African features.
If nothing else, the uncertainty about the lineage on the female side illustrates how porous the lines between the Greek Ptolemies and their African subjects were.
But at any rate, there’s something ridiculous and desperate of white supremacists pointing to the Ptolemies as “proof” that the ancient Egyptians that history lionizes were white. You’re picking a family that we know didn’t originate* in Egypt to prove that Egypt was ethnically not African?
*Although, again, saying that a family originated or didn’t originate somewhere is misleading. If a Greek Ptolemy had a child with someone from Africa, half that child’s ancestors would be African, but if the child were acknowledged as a Ptolemy, history would pretend the child’s ancestry had “originated” in Macedonia.
(Source: thehereticpharaoh)
“A Taste of Jazz” More GarageBand music. Enjoying a little creativity.
Song I made on Garage Band with some nice pictures. The song reminds me of the country roads in the South.
African Students Who Invented Anti-Malaria Soap, Awarded $25,000
AFRICANGLOBE – Two African students have created a malaria-repellant soap using local herbs, and have won, consequently, a $25,000 Global Social Venture Competition (GSVC) award.
The GSVC is the only international competition of Social Business Plans, dedicated to students, young graduates, and entrepreneurs with high social and/or environmental startups.
Moctar Dembélé who hails from Burkina Faso and Gérard Niyondiko, from Burundi, are the first non American born/citizen, to win the Global Social Venture Competition. [Read more.]
I’m happy for them. I really am. But if they’re not getting a cut of the millions that will likely be made off their invention, I’ll be ready to set some things on fire.
Twenty five fucking thousand???? FUCK that shit. I’ma need them kids to be millionairesyesterday.
(via alexandraerin)
The ability to be surrounded but feel completely isolated
Moving at a pace that causes people to break around you
Like a rock in the river
You’re subtly moving
But not enough to keep up
Yet your desire to keep up has not been lost
Although it is trod upon by the reality
You are not the you you used to be
Being an alien in your own body
Where do you stand, or can you stand
You can
Kneel
And pray
Because you remember that
You know that from the place when you were well
From the time when you were you
You remember to bow before the Almighty and give Him praise
For the wins of today
Even if they are few
Even few, they are more than is your due
Because if God were to turn His face away
Then where would you be
You wouldn’t be
Couldn’t be
Who knew that walking in faith could be metaphorical
When you’re barely able to walk
Your muscles and mind in two different places
Can’t face it
The difference between sick and well
Is hell
Only those that know how easily the body fails
Can know the sense of hopelessness and misery
When pain is closer than memories of better times
When your body was under your control
Because that was yesterday
Or many yesterdays ago
And each day that unfolds reminds you that you’re not there anymore
Not now
Not when headaches leave you to quake with nausea
Every breath threatening to push up whatever’s inside
Whatever still resides from the last time
Can’t even make it to the bathroom
The effort it takes
To crawl
And you’re thankful for that
The ability to crawl
On the days you can crawl at all
But it feels so strange
How is it that last year was fine
And this year I find myself here
An alien in my own skin
Trapped within this sickness
A prisoner of my body’s wacked out chemistry
Wishing for relief
Praying for the vertigo to cease
Wondering what the future holds for me
When I have the wherewithal to think
And I don’t
Not if it’s not a good day
Just need sleep
And its sweet release
Give me darkness
Take away the sound
Let me lay here in the stillness
Until relief is found
And I thank you God for this respite
Until I wake again
And another episode begins
Waking up all alone gives me
Perspective that I never knew
I was so deep in love
So deep in love with you
Throwing clothes in my suitcase
Deciding if these pictures I should take
Though I know what I’ve got to do
I can’t shake this persistent ache
But eventually
The storm clears
When I lay alone
With my tears
(And now I know)
We’ll never be
What we could be
Want to shoot for the stars
But you’re grounding
Me
We’ll never be
What we could be
Cuz you’re holding on to the past
So tightly
It’s time for me to leave
It hurts to let go but I know it’s for the best
God please strengthen my heart
As I go through this test
I guess I saw this coming
But I didn’t want to believe
I thought if I loved you hard enough
You could never forsake me
But eventually
The storm clears
When I lay alone
With my tears
But eventually
The fog clears
When I lay alone
With my fears
(And now I know)
We’ll never be
What we could be
Want to shoot for the stars
But you’re grounding
Me
We’ll never be
What we could be
Cuz you’re holding on to the past
So tightly
It’s time for me to leave
The sunset is always more soothing for those who look forward to the night
But I didn’t
I knew what night would bring
And I shivered
Shivered in a balmy 75 degree night
Knowing
It was the knowing that made it worse
Knowing that it was time to work
To “put up or shut up” as he said
My pimp
He was real smart
Or so he told himself
Smart enough to “make this money”
I always thought he was smart enough not to get fucked
And let the others fuck for him
That’s the kind of intelligence I wish I had
But I don’t
I dropped out of school at twelve
When the bruises my mom inflicted became too much to hide
But the social workers were too busy with other cases to take mine
Maybe I wasn’t morose enough
I was always a happy child
Maybe our neighborhood was too scary for some fully educated college grad to stop in
Or maybe I was like every other girl in the hood
A commodity made more valuable by the scar
“Good girls aren’t worth shit.”
He was right
But I wasn’t one of them
My mom taught me that
No I was something else
Right now I was someone who had to “make this money”
I hated hearing him say that
Mostly because I knew he was right
I had to support myself
And if I didn’t work, I didn’t eat
But worse if I didn’t work
I didn’t eat and I’d get beaten
Those two things didn’t go together
Have you ever been kicked in an empty stomach
I have
I needed a drink
That’s one thing that my pimp, used to be my boyfriend, always had
“For the nerves”
You’d think I would have been out here long enough
You know, to not have nerves
To not feel
To not need the anesthetic
To be able to get on my knees
Or lift my skirt
Or to kiss amorously
A stranger
A paying customer
But I did
I still needed the pain killer
The pain both mental and physical would leave me
If I had a drink
Well, not one
Many
“Just don’t be sloppy, bitch.”
I could hold my liquor
Enough to remember how to get most men off quickly
Quick was a necessity
You didn’t want to be with a trick all night
One
It didn’t make money
And if it didn’t make money it didn’t make sense
Two
A young impressionable girl might get it into her head that she’s special
I’d done that before
Two years ago on my fifteenth birthday
I’d thought I was special (briefly)
That one of my regulars might really care
That he might take me away from here
Like Julia Roberts’ character
What a dumb ass movie
It’d been my favorite
But I was a “dumb ass bitch”
See, my pimp agrees
And he knows me
He’d been sniffing around before I was a teen
He was a regular part of my community
A predator
Wiser, older
He was a real man
He even had a “real woman” and a good job
I had this
But I guess he kept his promises
Said he’d take me away from a broken home
And he had
Said he’d take care of me
And he was
I mean as long as I did my part
We were a team
Said he’d always love me
And he does
He spends more time on me than any of his other girls
So I know he loves me
And one day he’ll take me away from even this
I feel it
I know it
He told me so
But right now I’ve got to make him proud
Got to make him happy
Got to find someone who
“Wanna date?”







