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Muhammad Ali vs Ernie Terrell, 1967
”Why don’t you call me my name, man. I never told you my name is Cassius Clay. My name is Muhammad Ali and you will announce it right there in the center of that ring after the fight, if you don’t do it now. You are acting just like an old Uncle Tom. I’m gonna punish you.”
- Ali to Terrell, who refused to call him by his new name before the fight. Ali won a 15th-round decision.
“I developed the pot-in-pot to help the rural poor in a cost-effective, participatory and sustainable way.”
Northern Nigeria is an impoverished region where people in rural communities eke out a living from subsistence farming. With no electricity, and therefore no refrigeration, perishable foods spoil within days. Such spoilage causes disease and loss of income for needy farmers, who are forced to sell their produce daily. Nigerian teacher Mohammed Bah Abba was motivated by his concern for the rural poor and by his interest in indigenous African technology to seek a practical, local solution to these problems. His extremely simple and inexpensive earthenware “pot-in-pot” cooling device, based on a principle of physics already known in ancient Egypt, has revolutionized lives in this semi-desert area.
Black women wake up in the morning, look in the mirror, and see Black women. White women wake up in the morning, look in the mirror, and see women. White men wake up in the morning, look in the mirror, and see human beings.
Michelle Haimoff, on privilege
Or, how privilege dislocates and how dislocation is a privilege. Humanitas and anthropos as two Western concepts of being and knowledge.
………….i have been confronted of late with bigotry and racism in the work place more than usual or that i am used to and it has gotten me down… but then i say if Obama can mange it- i better learn to shut these mofos up too…just made me real sad…..being black (black woman) will never be made easy- no matter what we accomplish- the more we rise- the more they want to bring us down low….but, still i must rise…still i must rise, even if on some days it brings a tear to my eyes…rise and blaze like fyah…rise