Monday, August 6, 2007

We're Obviously Bored, So I Say 'Bring Back The Crusades!'


Reposted from My Jewely...

Genuine help is welcome, but grandstanding Westerners don't see that we can help ourselves, says UZODINMA IWEALA

12:00 AM CDT on Sunday, August 5, 2007

Last fall, shortly after I returned from Nigeria, I was accosted by a perky blond college student whose blue eyes seemed to match the "African" beads around her wrists.

"Save Darfur!" she shouted from behind a table covered with pamphlets urging students to TAKE ACTION NOW! STOP GENOCIDE IN DARFUR!

My aversion to college kids jumping onto fashionable social causes nearly caused me to walk on, but her next shout stopped me.

"Don't you want to help us save Africa?" she yelled.

It seems that these days, wracked by guilt at the humanitarian crisis it has created in the Middle East, the West has turned to Africa for redemption. Idealistic college students, celebrities such as Bob Geldof and politicians such as Tony Blair have all made bringing light to the Dark Continent their mission. They fly in for internships and fact-finding missions or to pick out children to adopt in much the same way my friends and I in New York take the subway to the pound to adopt stray dogs.

This is the West's new image of itself: a sexy, politically active generation whose preferred means of getting the word out are magazine spreads with celebrities pictured in the foreground, forlorn Africans in the back. Never mind that the stars sent to bring succor to the natives often are, willingly, as emaciated as those they want to help.

Perhaps most interesting is the language used to describe the Africa being saved. For example, the Keep a Child Alive/"I am African" ad campaign features portraits of primarily white, Western celebrities with painted "tribal markings" on their faces above "I AM AFRICAN" in bold letters. Below, smaller print says, "help us stop the dying."

Such campaigns, however well intentioned, promote the stereotype of Africa as a black hole of disease and death. News reports constantly focus on the continent's corrupt leaders, warlords, "tribal" conflicts, child laborers and women disfigured by abuse and genital mutilation. These descriptions run under headlines like "Can Bono Save Africa?" or "Will Brangelina Save Africa?"

The relationship between the West and Africa is no longer based on openly racist beliefs, but such articles are reminiscent of reports from the heyday of European colonialism, when missionaries were sent to Africa to introduce us to education, Jesus Christ and "civilization."

There is no African, myself included, who does not appreciate the help of the wider world, but we do question whether aid is genuine or given in the spirit of affirming one's cultural superiority. My mood is dampened every time I attend a benefit whose host runs through a litany of African disasters before presenting a (usually) wealthy, white person who proceeds to list the things he or she has done for the poor, starving Africans.

Every time a well-meaning college student speaks of villagers dancing because they were so grateful for her help, I cringe. Every time a Hollywood director shoots a film about Africa that features a Western protagonist, I shake my head – because Africans, real people though we may be, are used as props in the West's fantasy of itself.

And not only do such depictions tend to ignore the West's prominent role in creating many of the unfortunate situations on the continent, they also ignore the incredible work Africans have done and continue to do to fix those problems.

Why do the media frequently refer to African countries as having been "granted independence from their colonial masters," as opposed to having fought and shed blood for their freedom? Why do Angelina Jolie and Bono receive overwhelming attention for their work in Africa while Nwankwo Kanu or Dikembe Mutombo, Africans both, are hardly ever mentioned?

How is it that a former mid-level U.S. diplomat receives more attention for his cowboy antics in Sudan than do the numerous African Union countries that have sent food and troops and spent countless hours trying to negotiate a settlement among all parties in that crisis?

Two years ago I worked in a camp for internally displaced people in Nigeria, survivors of an uprising that killed about 1,000 people and displaced 200,000. True to form, the Western media reported on the violence but not on the humanitarian work the state and local governments – without much international help – did for the survivors. Social workers spent their time and, in many cases, their own salaries to care for their compatriots. These are the people saving Africa, and others like them across the continent get no credit for their work.

Last month the Group of Eight industrialized nations and a host of celebrities met in Germany to discuss, among other things, how to save Africa. Before the next such summit, I hope people will realize Africa doesn't want to be saved. Africa wants the world to acknowledge that through fair partnerships with other members of the global community, we ourselves are capable of unprecedented growth.

Uzodinma Iweala is the author of "Beasts of No Nation," a novel about child soldiers.

Saturday, August 4, 2007

Inner-view...


"Coming Next Week: New Wave Femmes

They are called the "New Wave Femmes" and lest you think they are the latest rage in punk rock, you wouldn't be close. Next week, founder Destiny Herndon-DeLaRosa joins Zero Gossip to talk about this new organization who's out to stop, or at least lay down a road block to sexism. I gotta say, she's pretty sassy!"

I don't know how I feel about being called sassy. Four year olds are sassy. Not to mention, right below this blurb is a sexy girl in a tiny bikini....should I protest my own interview?

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Big Mac


Do any of you still have nightmares? I think I average about one really terrifying one every six months....hence why I am up and have been up since 4:45 this morning.

Abrahm and I bought our Mac yesterday and we were joking that this is the first time we've ever had anything "rob" worthy. He was talking about buying this Apple chain that locks the computer to your desk and I guess that took root somewhere in my subconscious.

So, my phone rings. It's about 11:45 and everyone is already in bed. It's a number that I don't recognize but I answer anyway. About that time Eiffel wakes up and comes in the living room; I guess the ring woke her. So I am on the phone, holding Eiffel and walking into my bedroom because I need something off of the computer. All of this racket wakes Abrahm up and so in a sleepy voice he keeps asking me who I'm on the phone with. I kind of snap at him because I'm trying to do so many things at once that I can't pay attention to him. I start walking into the living room and by this time Abrahm has gotten up and is following me. All of the sudden I notice that the door is cracked open. I freeze. At that same exact moment I hear Abrahm say "Oh my God, who are you?!?!?!" As I turn around I fall into a sitting position with the phone still firmly rested hands-free on my shoulder. I utter the words "...we're being robbed," and right at that moment I see the red beam from the gun quickly turn to me...holding Eiffel.

I woke up immediately, barely able to take a breath.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

What A Weak!

I am exhausted. In the last month I have bitten off way more than I can chew....which is funny because the sermon series at church this month is all about simplifying your activities, and I swear I was listening...I mean, when I wasn't balancing my checkbook or updating my day timer.

I am just having a really hard time telling the difference between opportunities and obligations. Here's a list of everything that I have on my plate right now:

Mother to two, brilliant, active, little and medium kids
New webmaster and web designer for GCRW
New newsletter editor for GCRW
DGL for MOPS
Thursday morning theology student of Ally's
I run Archizilla, a dot com, from home
Saturday shift volunteer at Hope Resource Center of McKinney
Table talk leader for Coffee Talk
P.E.A.C.E. group leader
Founder, speaker, janitor for New Wave Femmes
Home-straightener
Wife
Occasional shower taker



How did I get myself into all of this?...well, I mean I know how I got into the first, and bottom three, but...


I just don't know how to say 'no.' I know how to say '...well, I don't want to let you guys down, but...,' and 'I just really don't think I can, but I'll try...,' and 'well, ok...I guess until you can find someone else....' While all of these thing contain the proper vowel and consonant selections to form the word 'no', somehow a lot of other letters crash the party and I end up with a blood shot eyes and constantly clinched teeth. No, seriously, I'm having terrible headaches because I'm loosing sleep over my schedule these days. I don't go to bed anymore...I just lie on a mattress and download. That's it. Even when my brain manages to reach a RIM sleep level, I'm still working... planning... organizing... revamping... rearranging... spell checking... scheduling.


I can either quote every other work-a-holic hard ass in the world and say, "I can sleep when I'm dead!" or I can obey my fearless Republican leader....Nancy Reagan and just say "NO!"


But how do I know what my real fearless leader wants for me? I feel like God is definitely preparing me for something so I can't just go around saying "yes" to the things I want and "no" to the things I don't; He may have something entirely different in His Will for me.


I felt like he very clearly told me the other day that I am suppose to commit to the things he has equipped me for...I mean, he has prepared me for a purpose. So I can continue moving at this fast pace, but I need to be moving with Him in the right direction. If this is happening He will give me peace. I believe that all of these leadership roles at church and with my group are on par with His plan for me.


Then we get to the GCRW's stuff. I am struggling with all of these tasks because I really don't know what I'm doing; I've not been equipped. It's like I'm juggling 15 apples, that's a lot, but hey, I'm an apple juggler, I can handle that....then suddenly someone throws in a banana. No matter how many apples I get rid off, that banana is still going to mess up the whole rhythm I have going...I am not a banana juggler.


All of my apples are falling and getting damaged due to this; I'm becoming the jack of all trades and master of none.

Tuesday, July 17, 2007

Soul For Sale

I finally broke down and got a MySpace for the group.

I loathe Myspace. They have trashy advertisements for singles dating services and Victoria Secret non stop, not to mention all of the porn vendors that caught on and now use MySpace as a way to scheme people into joining their sites. It's so contradictory to our message.

But after my last meeting, to which I will say, all 7 people (including myself) gave rave reviews...it's time to start pandering to the masses. I need members, I need to get the word out about the NewWaveFemmes.com, check your local listings, ha! So, indeed, IT IS DONE....He'd be turning over in his tomb right now...oh wait!...He's not there! Like how I just brought a little Easter Sunday to boring Tuesday. Your Welcome. I'll be here all week; please, tip your waitresses.

On a related subject, did you know that Satan has his own website?
http://www.wewantyoursoul.com/

If you do it let me know how it turns out....I'm devilishly curious.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

I'm Ready, I'm Ready, I'm Ready...



Guess you had to see that episode.....5 million times.....to know the melody that Sponge Bob sings with those words. I find that I can never simply say "I'm ready..."with out the whole silly SB impersonation now. Who said motherhood didn't have its perks?!?

Either way, it rings true today. My first official New Wave Femmes meeting is tonight, and I'M READY! I woke up a bit anxious and feeling a little unprepared, but in an attempt to get down on paper what exactly the goal of the group is, I found inspiration in such a quirky place, the Planned Parenthood website.

I realized that they really do make your life simpler, because now I don't have to write a mission statement of my own; I can just steal theirs! And replace all of the "We are not's" with "We are's"!

Like take this one for instance:

"We are not going to be an organization promoting celibacy and chastity." ~Faye Wettleton, President of PP

"We are going to be an organization promoting celibacy and chastity." ~Destiny Herndon-DeLaRosa, Founder of NWFfl

Piece of cake! Who ever thought I'd benefit so much from a bunch of dried up old, aryan, bigots?

I am so excited! I really feel like I have some great stuff to present tonight, and I can't wait to get up there and take one step closer to my future as a 'not completely terrified' public speaker!

Saturday, July 7, 2007

Tears For Fears


When is the last time you cried

for the unborn,

the preborn,

the never gonna be born?

When is the last time that you let what's going on in this country break your heart?


We guard ourselves because when we look at the numbers it's just too much to handle...too much to change.

I try so hard to fight this feeling of overwhelming insignificance in the battle for Life that I rarely take the time to cry out to God. Literally. Truly ache for these precious children.