On April 21, 2007, students at Turner County High School, in the small southern Georgia town of Ashburn, did what no former students had been able to do – the Kid ‘N Play with a student of the opposite race at the first integrated prom in the schools history. A good thing too, because the white students at the White’s only prom were screwing it up famously.

Prior to this year, Turner County High School decided to keep up with the thoughts and intentions of pre- (hell who are we kidding, post- too) antebellum Southern teachings of separate but “kinda” equal by having two separate proms: one for the white students and one for the Black students.

“It’s always been a tradition since my daddy was in school to have the segregated ones, and this year we’re finally getting to try something new,” said Lacey Adkinson, a freshman at TCHS. An anonymous student mentioned, though off the record, that they also decided that if it would save on the water bill, they’d try something new by letting the “coloreds” drink at the same water fountains, but walked away saying something about cooties.

Lacey’s older sister, Mindy, added, while wearing a shirt that said ‘Robert E. Lee and Stonewall Jackson are my Homeboys:’ “There was not anybody that I can remember that was black,” she said. “The white people have theirs, and the black people have theirs. It’s nothing racial at all.”

She added, “I mean, my best friend’s nanny is Black so it isn’t like we DON’T like them!”

Some of the students had been waiting for the opportunity to have an integrated prom for some time. One student, Senior Class President James Hall, echoed the same luminary dreams of Dr. Martin Luther King: “It’s been a dream of all of ours.”

Sweet dreams, James. Sweet dreams.

However, not everybody in Ashburn was ready to make that leap into the 21st century. Ohhhhh no. Despite having the first integrated prom in the school’s history, the white students still had a White’s only prom. One student, 18-year-old hopefully a senior Nichole Royal said that the Black students could have come but they didn’t.

“I guess they feel like they’re not welcome,” she said.

Um. Duh.

Nichols said while her parents were in support of the integrated prom, some of her friends weren’t allowed to go.

“If they’re not coming tonight it’s because either they had to work and they couldn’t get out of it or because their parents are still having an issue because they grew up in south Georgia,” she said.

All in all, the students and parents were more than happy to leave 1950 in the past and see what this whole “integrated dancing” thing was all about. Said one anonymous parent of a white student exhibiting acceptance, “I mean, we have to let ‘em learn together we might as well let ‘em dance together. Besides, them darkies got rhythm! You ever see that one boy, Michael Jackson? Yeee haw can he do a mean jig!”

Who knows what tomorrow will bring in this small south Georgia town. Maybe cell phones. Maybe light poles. That is unimportant as for the first time in TCHS’s history, the white students will actually have the proper guidance when DJ Unk’s “Walk It Out” comes on. And that is a victory for us all.

Original article can be found here. All quotes and italicized text come directly from the aforementioned article.

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Welcome Back

by Panama D. Jackson on April 28, 2007 · 0 comments

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I believe it was one Mason Betha who brought back that feel good, slap happy styled music with his asstastic mess of a song, “Welcome Back“.

It is with this musical melage in mind (complete with horrible beat and Welcome Back, Kotter theme music in tow) that I’d like to welcome you back to part two of the first one and only, We The Voices.  And don’t worry, we’ll do all the clapping for ourselves.  In case you forgot (or didn’t know in the first place), we’re not only better than you, we’re not humble either.

Oh yeah, we lack tact as well.  But what do you expect, I wear my sunglasses at night and I smoke crack (with Whitney) in the bathroom.  Basically, I do what I want.

Yeah, I switched tenses in the middle of that last paragraph.  So what.  Re-read the last line of the last paragraph.  It’s not a game.  You see, now that we’re back we have some things we’d like to let you know.

For one, we’re not going away again.  B, we intend to be bigger and better than ever and hopefully see the small goals that we laid out in the first place make way for the bigger goals we didn’t even know he knew.  We have because we had and we do because we did.  We do this for our culture.  And we fully intend to return to doing this for our culture to let you know what we looked like when we wasn’t doing it for our culture but for our individual cultures, which if you add up altogether probably looks a lot like doing it for our culture.

Welcome back to part II.  Part 1 is dead and gone.  It’s a wrap, like MIMS career.  Sometimes you have to destroy and rebuild in order to maintain.  It’s been done.  We have done it.  We are back for the first time and hopefully this time can be our last first kiss.  From editorials to music to poetry to news you can (or cannot, we don’t discriminate) use, We The Voices is back in effect mode like Phife and Al B. Sure.  We’re here to entertain and to educate.  But we’re back because we are the streets.

Well, us and The Lox.  I cannot claim the streets first.  Besides, it’s been done.  We haven’t.  We are it.  It we are.  Are we it?

I just said it, damn.  Reading is fundamental.

We The Voices – where good things come to get greater.

It was written.

Enjoy.

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Starbucks As strong women, in order to be a survivor we must carry ourselves a certain way. We must always portray an attitude of confidence, intelligence, and most importantly security. We must always rise above the cattiness that may come with the hoe from around the corner who slips her phone number into our man’s pocket, or who asks us what store our shoes came from; only to mock us by saying we paid too much money for them and should have gone to Payless. The most attractive attribute women can carry these days is to be so sure of themselves, as far as where they came from and where they’re going, that they cannot be phased by pettiness and haterism from other women.
So I present to you a case study 101 for all you secure, confident women out there:

Would you be able to be survive being a member of Destiny’s Child?
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Shelby LynneI know y’all are tired of them Maroon 5 and Coldplay CDs, right? You ready to expand your white world beyond John Mayer? Well, you know your boy gon’ take care of you. Here’s a list of white folks y’all should give a listen to. Initially, I tried to rank them in preferential order, but being that the music really is markedly different from artist to artist, I just couldn’t do it. Maybe after hearing them, you can rank them for me.
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I know, I know…y’all thinking dude done gone from Johnny Kwest to Johnny Klose-minded, but if you bear with me, I might make some sense out of this before y’all have to completely write me off. It’s funny…while preparing my list of white music for black folk to check out, I started mulling over something that myself and the HNIC have been talking about for weeks. Every time we start talking about music, and because I’m an avid reader of music editorials, I just have to launch into this drawn-out diatribe about something that has pissed me off that I read in Rolling Stone, Complex, Spin, etc. If it ain’t my displeasure with their review of the Destiny’s Child album, then it’s their anointment of certain R&B artists that they decide to legitimate with favorable marks.

I must say, I grow tired of it. The magazine that’s quick to give Bruce Springsteen 5 stars or 4 ½ stars with surprising regularity, will turn around and give an album like D’Angelo’s Voodoo 3 stars, Erykah Badu’s Baduizm 3 ½ stars, or Destiny’s Child latest release, Destiny Fulfilled, a cringe-inducing 2 star rating. Am I comparing Destiny’s Child, Erykah Badu and D’Angelo to Bruce Springsteen??!!! You DAMN right I am, and my beef with these magazines is that if they can’t get past their preconceived notions about what classic music is, then they need to drop the pen and walk away from the reviewer’s table when it comes to black stuff.
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