Hey (hey) What’s the matter with your head? yeah…
Hey (hey) What’s the matter with your mind and all your sighing?
Hey (hey) Nothin’s a matter with your head, baby, find it
Come on and find it
Hell, with it, baby, ’cause you’re fine and you’re mine
And you look so divine
― Redbone, Come and Get Your Love (watch the video)
Can’t stay at home, can’t stay at school
Old folks say, ya poor little fool
Down the street, I’m the girl next door
I’m the fox you’ve been waiting for
I once saw a sunset like that, over the lake near the old tanning factory back home. It was winter and I was going back for Christmas break. I remember the light flashing through the trees woke me up, and I pressed my face against the window just before the bus turned away onto the overpass.
If I read a book [and] it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me,
I know that is poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off,
I know that is poetry. These are the only way I know it. Is there any other way?
– Emily Dickinson, from a letter by Thomas Wentworth Higginson
That responsibility is thrown into even greater relief at a time like this, when the Ferguson protesters are doing everything possible to emphasize that racism is a systemic problem, built into the basic machinery of our lives. That machinery, of course, includes Hollywood…
― Sigal Samuel, Why I’m Boycotting the ‘Exodus’ Movie
While race didn’t matter at the time, it does now, and casting all white people as non-white people is problematic. Ridley Scott, a 76 year old man who grew up in a world where the historical epic tradition was actors with booming English accents wearing togas, probably never even thought about it.
– Devin Faraci, Will Ridley Scott’s Exodus Be The Last Whitewashed Blockbuster?