Breaking
News of New Regime Change
(Poetry is Taking Over)
by Dasan Ahanu
Women will no longer be degraded and devalued
No more worry about disrespect
Playboy will no longer have pictures
Just essays from women with beautiful minds
The sports illustrated swimsuit edition
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Blue
Birds....Don't Mix with Blackbirds
by Various Authors
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The
Well Dries in Wellington
byLase
Noumea
Granted I’ve seen a few Black men
in Wellington--all with white women draped
on their arms and holding beautiful mulatto
children. But unlike my African-American
brothers in the US, I can’t fault
them. I am at the bottom of the Earth in
a country where dark-skinned descendants
of Africa are not flocking to.
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Trent
Lott: Stupid, Ignorant, Lazy or Puerile?
by Philip Traum
Worse than that, goes the argument, our
ancient human nature immediately goes
to work setting up perceptual biases along
these dimensions such that we seek out
confirming evidence for our beliefs about
whatever age, sex or race category we
are encountering.
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Company
Zora:
War Commentaries
by Various Authors
By going to war with over 62% of the country
opposing military action at the time, George
Bush and all of our elected officials--Democrats,
Republicans and Libertarians--have failed
to take the national consensus and conscience
into consideration. In other words: WE HAVE
NO VOICE!!!!
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Sex
in Wellington? Not if you are an African-American
woman who loves the beauty of Black men. Not
just Black Americans but Africans, Negroes,
the Caribbean, Fijians, bi-racial men. I love
the Blackness of Black men in every shade of
Black from mocha to deep dark Godiva chocolate.
I don’t discriminate in complexion or
ethnicity, but the race must have a taste of
the Blackness.
What about the native people of New Zealand--the
Maoris? Yes, they are beautiful brown-skinned,
muscular men. But the oppression and mistreatment
by the white New Zealanders has taken its toll
on them, killing their dreams and hopes before
the age of 21. The Maoris, much like the Native-American
Indians, were strong, proud warriors and are
now plagued by unemployment, lack of education,
and poverty…Not much to offer an educated
African-American female who needs an intelligent
man--as much as a nicely proportioned man to
get her a little moist in the windy city of
Wellington.
Granted I’ve seen a few Black men in Wellington--all
with white women draped on their arms and holding
beautiful mulatto children. But unlike my African-American
brothers in the U.S., I can’t fault them.
I am at the bottom of the Earth in a country
where dark-skinned descendants of Africa are
not flocking to. The ugliness of slavery did
not drop Africans here.
The
economy is horrible (much of the population
is on public assistance, “the dole”).
The weather is less than appealing with summer
temperatures rarely pushing the mercury beyond
75?F. There is no reason for a Black American
to come to this small country.
For the sake of a little loving in the moonlight,
should I ignore my morality? There is the
6’4”, dread-locked front man of
a leading musical group in New Zealand. He’s
lovely. Dimpled cheeks, toned body, beautiful
smile, but…he’s married with two
small boys. Should I dare break up a happy
home for the sake of a nut? I think not. He
looks happy with his children.
I could shag the Afro-Brazilian who stated
that he would take care of me if I just “Give
him a chance.” He told me I would never
want another lover in my life if I allowed
him to take my body and mind on the highs
and lows that only he was capable of bringing.
(Am I in Washington, DC or Wellington, NZ?)
This great lover, all 5 feet 7 inches without
an ounce of muscle tone, did not stand a chance
with this 5 foot 9 inch African Queen (as
he called me)--because I am vain. I must be
somewhat physically attracted to a man. I
can’t relax during intercourse if I’m
constantly thinking, “Will my children
look like Kermit the Frog if this gets serious?”
Then the big question enters: Why not catch
jungle fever? Go for it. Get that ass tapped
by a white New Zealander? Can I? Is it possible
for me to let go of the racial tensions of
the U.S. and shag a white man from a different
country who feels as strongly against slavery
and Jim Crow as I do? Is the racial discrimination
I’ve experienced keeping me from experiencing
the beauty that one of these natives may be
able to bring into my life, enhance my travels
and show me the secrets of these little islands?
STOP! There’s no need to begin psychoanalysis.
I recall what my flat mate said shortly after
I moved in--“The Kiwis are a cross between
the British (bad teeth), Irish (drunks) and
Scottish (small ‘tools’).”
When stated as such, an African Queen knows
she is not going to find the Warrior she needs
to be satisfied.
Thus, I am left alone and restless in Wellington.
I won’t die without sex. I lived 15
years not knowing anything of sexual pleasures.
Surely, 15 years later I can make it a couple
of months until I meet someone that makes
me tingle. Casual sex has never been my forte.
It has always made me feel dirty and cheap.
Just when my body can’t wait another
second--he’ll appear. A lovely tall,
tan, brown or chocolate man with a nice smile
and intelligence will walk into the bar where
I am sipping an Old Fashioned. He’ll
sit down, and blow my mind.
Just
pray for me until that happens.
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