“Musical Blackness and the Sociological Imagination” ©2013

“What seems to lie about in discourses of race concerns legitimacy, authenticity, community, belonging. In no small way, these discourses are about home” (Toni Morrison 1997, 5)

Flickr/CitizenKids:Cotonou,Bénin--Two girls sitting on a bed playing a handclapping game. The mosquito netting overhead is to protect sleepers from malaria-carrying mosquitoes

Flickr/CitizenKids: Cotonou,Bénin–Two girls sitting on a bed playing a handclapping game. The mosquito netting overhead is to protect sleepers from malaria-carrying mosquitoes

I am considering writing a book about my pedagogical philosophy of teaching and learning about the soul of black folks through micro-sociologies of a gendered “musical blackness.” After delving into teaching surveys of ethnomusicology, anthropology and lately sociology, I am realizing that my strength as a professor lies in teaching at the micro level of culture and music. To understand what I mean let me define both microsociology and musical blackness. First, let me share the view of sociology I am coming from.

C. Wright Mills The Sociological Imagination (1959): “The first fruit of this imagination—and the first lesson of the social science that embodies it–is the idea that the individual can understand her own experience and gauge her own fate only by locating herself within her period, that she can know her own chances in life only by becoming aware of those of all individuals in her circumstances. In many ways it is a terrible lesson; in many ways a magnificent one” (quoted in Dalton Conley 2011, 5).

And in the interest of time, let me quote from a useful definition of micro-sociology found on a credible and authored website WiseGeek.com:

Micro-sociology is a subspecialty of sociology, primarily dealing with how individuals initiate and respond to various societal environments, conditions, and interactions. Sociology, as an area of study, involves analysis of the social interactions and processes of an entire society, as well as those of each individual member of that society. Macro-sociology is the term used to describe the social processes of an entire society, as a whole. Alternatively, micro-sociology is the term used to describe social processes as they relate to the individual community member. Contextual use of the term micro-sociology may dictate a slightly different or more targeted definition.

In short, micro-sociology is the small-scale study of human behavior and the reasons behind certain behavioral choices. How various biological and psychological factors affect the interactions of the individual are the primary focus of this subspecialty. Experts who study micro-sociology and micro-sociological theories attempt to predict or provide an explanation of certain behaviors, based on interpretative analysis. Unlike macro-sociology, which bases theories on statistical data about an entire society, micro-sociology is based on how the individual makes sense of his or her world.

Pasted from <http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-micro-sociology.htm>  Written by Sandi Johnson. Edited by John Allen. Last Modified Date: 01 October 2012. Copyright Protected: 2003-2013 Conjecture Corporation.

The ethnomusicological and historical study of the music of African Americans has been dominantly shaped by a form of musical colonialism where to justify its existence we look for great role models of music making. We want to know the Mozarts and Beethovens of bebop or hip-hop. The fugues and symphonies of the William Grant Stills and Mary Lou Williamses. The waltzes of black social or concert dances, the hoofing of early jazz and the line dances of contemporary black popular music. We codify the bests and the most popular from Duke Ellington to Jay-Z but we rarely seek to understand the sociological imagination that produced it all and in the storytelling in textbooks we musical scholars have tended to downplay “how individuals” shaped by social norms and forces initiate and respond to the societies we are from psychologically, emotionally, kinetically and even biologically, which may seem taboo, but where else does the spiritual elements of desires for getting down and making it funky come from but some biological realms that include our nervous system, brain and body — note here the latest research in biosociology and its relationships to sociology:

“Biosociology” (not to be confused with sociobiology) is to understand how the interaction of biological factors and other types of factors produces behavior.

Our biology has been socialized though the social structures sustained by institutions and constructs that once imagined and practiced become “real” and shape our physical and acoustic ecologies which in turn sustains our invented linguistic narratives. Biology, not in the way we once imagined, actually shapes an ethic of transactions between ourselves and others (more on that in due time).

CONTRIBUTING TO BLACK FEMINIST MUSICAL THOUGHT

This brings me to my unique linguistic contribution as a scholar–to musical blackness. In my prize-winning book The Games Black Girls Play: Learning the Ropes from Double-Dutch to Hip-Hop, I wrote to counter the general view that black people are born musical, born to dance, it’s in the blood. As a social scientist and ethnomusicologist, I used the musical games black girls play to uncover a new narrative of our musical ways as African Americans. One that factored in the history and experience of both dominant genders — females and males, and one that factored in the learned ways we think, feel, believe and behave, in other words, culture.

Because of the stereotypes and social discrimination found throughout our systems of learning in the U.S., I needed to let readers in on how we learned to be and become musically black.  I didn’t and do not write to tell “the truth” but rather I see my role as a scholar and as a native ethnographer as one where we allow new ways of thinking that are as evolved and adaptable to our environments and ecologies are a seed is adaptable to different environments. And thus it is imperative to notice that some seeds cannot or no longer thrive in certain ecologies or that dysfunction stems from the ecology not the seed.  How we view or perceive our environment is shaped by the cultural lens you were born into and as adults can refocus and change. So play is an essential part of a rigorous intellectual capacity to grow and develop as a critical thinker and we are much more interested in learning answers and stagnating our mental capacities to learn difference constantly. This is what I am out to accomplish as a scholar-teacher. Keep all this in mind as you explore my definition of musical blackness.

Musical blackness is an imagined “home,” constructed to represent a place of return, a place of social and political comfort. It is a learned place of inhabitance; an embodied dwelling that might be viewed as a protection from real and imagined threats. This kind of musical homework is not simply about a return to contemporary Nigeria or ancient Yorubaland imagined or constituted by the descendents of African slaves living in the United States. African Americans are embodying “home,” performig their affiliations and identification with the collective  experience (and inherited socio-musical and cultural discourses) of blackness, as a result of perpetually confronting a kind of “homelessness” in this so-called New World dominated by descendants of Europeans, who themselves embody an imagined “home” in America  at the expense of native Americans, who experience homelessness in a land that was [once] their own. “What seems to lie about in discourses of race concerns legitimacy, authenticity, community, belonging. In no small way, these discourses are about home” (Morrison 1997, 5; quoted from Gaunt 2006, 49)

Further elaboration is necessary to connect all this to the sound, setting and social significance of the music and soundscapes associated with African American musical discourse.  Essential to the sociology (linking the personal to larger social histories), the  epistemology (ways of knowing), and the ontology (ways of being) of a musical blackness is understanding the definition and uses of a “social construct.” We often banty about the notion that “race” is socially constructed, that is, that it is a social construct and too many hear that and jump to a conclusion that race is “not real.” It is imagined and therefore saying it is not real makes it disappear as a social force that is imbued in every social institution affected by colonialism and empire from “pajamas” (an Indian word appropriated into British and American languages while we never say a mumbling word about domination or exploitation of whites over people of color in a country that will now soon reach 1 billion in population and are still recovering in their post-colonial transactions) to the structural inequalities found in access to wealth, power and prestige globally relative to the performance, production, dissemination and consumption of music and music-making.
THE PLAY OF RACE AND GENDER

In The Games Black Girls Play (2006), I state further:

We must realize that the practices and ideologies that socialize African American children or acculturate adults (of any ethnicity) into “black” ways of being musical are never mechanical reproductions of a distinct and unitary black musical identity. “Black” ways of approaching singing and chanting, moving and dancing, talking about and composing musical ideas (from lyrics to melodic and rhythmic improvisation) are a contemporary project. This project is always and already shaped by multiple, arbitrary, and shifting experiences–past and present–that are narrated as if sprung from one root, one point in time, one parent culture. Since the phenomenological experience of being musically black continues to register for African Americans [and others], scholars cannot, and should not, seek to erase its presence, because anti-essentialist rhetoric [or its latest manifestation as "post-racial"] wants to throw the baby (African American cultural identifications) out with the politically incorrect bath water (racial essentialism).

We don’t need another set of stories to usurp race as the myth producing African American alliances–following the argument by philosopher Kwame Anthony Appiah–but we do need more intersecting narratives that overlap with the ones that privilege the most expressive and problematic, the most emergent, and the historical experiences of musical blackness as predominately male and masculine. While group solidarity is an important force with real political benefits, “it doesn’t work without its attendant mystifications….You cannot build alliances without mystifications and mythologies” (Appiah 1995, 106; quoted from Gaunt 2006, 49-50).

While black group solidarity through music has been a real and powerful agent in forging alliances–for example, to combat racism–it has rarely forged to combat sexism against African American women within black communities, popular culture, and the larger society. Subjugation of women’s gender politics stands in contradistinction to the fact that specific approaches to embodying rhythm or soul are primarily allied around the embodied public discourse of black musical bodies of men and women. But mythologies concerning male gender dominance in everyday life, as well as musical performance, tend to eclipse female participation and denigrate the feminine, so that even girls and women tend to overlook their own contributions and participation in sustaining the social practices that constitute black musical identity (writ large).  Women and girls are not included among the master drummers or griots or, for instance, the corn shuckers to whom Roger Abrahams devotes an entire book, In his Singing the Master (1992), he attempts to trace the origins of African American national or cultural identity through musical practices associated with male slave labor. Often the exclusion of women and girls is not so overt.

My concern for the ways gender and the experience of girls and women intersect with masculinist readings of history and culture came about from my first teaching assignment in women’s studies. …Aversions to dealing with issues of women, gender and race disturbed me when I began teaching African American music, primarily because of my own gendered musical experiences as an African American women fascinated with studying hip-hop culture–perceived to be a predominately male and masculinist culture. From various “nonmusical” experiences in the classroom, I became convinced of a need to uncover the ways in which black musical identity as “black” or “male” is not a pure or finished product.

[Paul] Gilroy states that gender and sexuality have played a significant role in reducing the “untidy patterns of differentiation to black masculinity as the primary, if not sole, signifier of race in mass popular culture.

Sexuality and gender identity are the other privileged media that express the evasive but highly prized quality of racial authenticity. Their growing power in configuring contemporary notions of blackness raises once again the critical issue of how the complex dynamics of race and gender come together. In a situation where racial identity appears suddenly impossible to know reliably or maintain with ease, the naturalness of gender can supply the modality in which race is lived and symbolized….The popularity of [Jamaican] slackness and the more misogynist forms of hip-hop can be used to support this diagnosis. The chief effect of this unhappy situation is that today’s crisis of black social life is routinely represented as a crisis of masculinity alone. The integrity of the race is defined primarily as the integrity of its menfolk. (1993 a, 7; quoted in Gaunt 2006, 51).

Thus, we tend to remember the authenticity of the blues through Robert Johnson and Leadbelly, but rarely through blues women, possibly because their association with the mass mediation of “race” records would be read today as “selling out” to the commercial side of music. But remembering blues women would require us to think of critiquing race as well as gender in our analysis of music and the recording industry.

The masculinist focus of dominant jazz, swing, and hip-hop histories may, in fact, stem from a long-standing white fascination with perceptions of black masculinity. If the appeal of mainstream music histories is their ability to dispense models of black masculinity to white consumers through information and anecdotes [i.e., Robert Johnson is a core one] about black men who play jazz and white men who successfully play black music, then it is no wonder that all-women bands, both black and white, find themselves the subjects of separate histories with limited readerships (Gaunt 2006, 51-52).

A PRAXIS: PLAYING THE CHANGES OF SOCIAL NORMS

I am finding that I need more sociological theories in my musicological and ethnomusicological interpretations of musical blackness as a sociological phenomenon such as Robert Merton’s theories of social roles, role strain theory, social deviance including the five types or modes of individual adaptation to constructed social norms and culture including  conformity, innovation, ritualism, retreatism, and rebellion.

The constructed histories of African Americans and their music, whether from the perspective of intellectuals or academics or from everyday philosophers and ordinary folk generally have tended to loosely and rather erroneously trade in Robert Merton’s theories of adaptation and social roles. Merton is the father of the term “role model” and during the 80s and 90s there were vigorous debate in all quarters about role models in the black community and in many ways, the deviant population must always have role models to rise up from the devalued position that the socio-political economy created for them as “slaves,” as “the proletariat” or working-class, from a Marxist perspective as emasculated men (i.e., “women”) estranged from their labour. The privatization of property separated men (women and children for that matter) from their land, the technology for tending to those lands and thereby the means of producing food and other stuffs for their own survival.

We have proceeded from the premises of political economy. We have accepted its language and its laws. We presupposed private property, the separation of labor, capital and land, and of wages, profit of capital and rent of land – likewise division of labor, competition, the concept of exchange value, etc. On the basis of political economy itself, in its own words, we have shown that the worker sinks to the level of a commodity and becomes indeed the most wretched of commodities; that the wretchedness of the worker is in inverse proportion to the power and magnitude of his production; that the necessary result of competition is the accumulation of capital in a few hands, and thus the restoration of monopoly in a more terrible form; and that finally the distinction between capitalist and land rentier, like that between the tiller of the soil and the factory worker, disappears and that the whole of society must fall apart into the two classes – property owners and propertyless workers.

Pasted from <http://www.marxists.org/archive/marx/works/1844/manuscripts/labour.htm> “Estranged Labour” from Economic and Philosophical Manuscripts of 1844, Karl Marx


CONCLUSION

Music for music’s sake, music as entertainment, the commercial production, distribution and consumption of mediated words, sounds, and images (even Facebook and other social media which appears to be of the people is owned by the property owning classes’ white sons) and thus music, music-making and musically constructed meanings are extracted from local workers, from their local meanings and relationships, to continue the estrangement of listeners, fans, readers and viewers, singers, instrumentalists and dancers from owning their own greatness, their own creations, their own culture.

All this came to mind as most of my ideas do. Just before I wake or as I am waking up. It’s my most creative time. From about 5:30 – 7am. If I don’t get up and write these days, it disappears into the current robbing of time found in a usual day.

It also came as I prepare for both a job interview and the delivery of a new course called “Ropes, Rhymes and Women in Hip-hop”. It’s a short winter intercession course at Baruch College-CUNY. There is less than a month to deliver and contribute to a problem in the fields of black feminist thought and black music studies while applying both anthro and sociological methods.

It occurred to me as I was asked to prepare a lecture for a course titled The Roots of Jazz that in this 150th anniversary of the Emancipation Proclamation I must link the social conceptions and uses of “roots” to a deeper understanding of what musical blackness means in the context of jazz. And I want to do my thang at the interview. Demonstrate my liberty and freedom as both a scholar and as a descendant of people once enslaved in this nation, whose labor was not compensated, whose songs were free, to tell a different story not often found in articles and textbooks that dominate jazz classrooms.  Classrooms that people of African descent are and have always been a minority. But spaces in which musical blackness can be privileged.

That’s my intention and my wish. 2013 is about truly converting wishbones to backbones. Reminds me of a popular girls’ game-song:

Little Sally Walker
Sittin in a saucer
Rise, Sally, Rise
Wipe your weapin’ eyes
Put your hand on your hips
And let your backbone slip!

I’ve been telling myself for too long that I have everything I need to succeed. But what I learned in 2012 is that requires peace of mind, wellness and space to think (rather than thought) on what I have. I need to re-read my own book, mine the diamonds. In my own work, I’ve archived many jewels. Time to reveal them.

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A Crisis of Privilege (and an Opportunity)

“Although the world is full of suffering, it is full also of the overcoming of it.”
Helen Keller

“I have come to know that if we sell one house to a Negro family, then 90 to 95 percent of our white customers will not buy into the community. That is their attitude, not ours.” (builders had no say over the resale of houses)

“The rock, weighing less than an ounce carried tons of hatred with it.’

(Aug 1957 Quotes from NYT  during integration of first suburb in Levittown, PA.)

This past semester, as I do every semester, I confront the unconfrontable of Jet 2nd Family Levittownrace and racism whether I am teaching ethnomusicology, sociology or a racism course. Being a black woman professor means dealing with race as well as gender politics.

In early December 2012, a Facebook friend named Suzanne Broughel insisted I post a Facebook thread and dialogue on race and privilege about my final weeks teaching two intro to sociology course last semester .

The question reprinted below led to such a great discussion – which yielded so many great resources. Suzanne was so captivated by the conversation that she pulled all the comments from my Facebook wall and archived the resources mentioned for easy use. Thanks Suzanne!! And now I share it with you all here on my blog.

This thread includes sociologists, museum curators,filmmakers,  and a host of other folks from different occupations but all who are committed to the transformation of conversations of race and other “differences” just as I am.

December 7th, 2012 – A Crisis of Privilege

On Dec 7th, I asked a question of my social network on Facebook after a long day of teaching. I asking just a week after another colleague ethnomusicologist Joe Schloss, Ph.D. had asked a professional question about teaching and race matters that also solicited a great deal of interaction. So I was following Joe’s lead when I posted the following knowing I’d get a response at least from sociologist David J. Leonard, Ph.D. and historian Mark Naison. Ph.D..

I knew there were a number of scholars and interested intellectuals who might reply. Sometimes being a black woman talking race incurs a shot the messenger phenomenon and my white male colleagues’ voices were useful to bridge a gap I was sensing after an extrememly long day of teaching. Their comments as well as others’ saved me hours of hand-wringing.

Here’s how I led up to my question:

In the last section of my Intro to Sociology course, two white students — one a 20 y/o 2nd gen Russian man and the other a 2nd gen Irish woman whose in her late 50s — voiced their discomfort with the ‘privilege’ part of white privilege as a term. The male student said he could understand that minorities are disadvantaged but he doesn’t like the term ‘privilege’ for whites. How would you handle this educational moment? Would love some suggestions. I have some but I could use some outside insight into how this black woman professor might help them see, feel, and understand what is meant by white privilege. The textbook we used is stellar in discussing it. I already shared a video of Peggy McIntosh. I am sharing this video with them today (EHL: Little Rock Nine – Elizabeth Eckford http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CAPOvdOEYE8) but I realize these historic images keep it at a distance for contemporary thinking. Any video suggestions or exercises you use that I might borrow?

How do I get them from the personal view of “privilege” to a sociological view of it? — exercises or websites are welcome.”

That was my plea. I never shared the Eckford video with them because one of the sources below trumped it for me. I showed the episode of the documentary Race: The Power of Illusion titled “The House We Live In” about the history of redlining and housing discrimination in the U.S.. The next day of classes went extremely well AND I learned so much more from the unique demographics of Baruch College when we did the privilege line exercise. More another day on that.

Here’s a short list of resources from the online conversation.  But scroll down below this list for the actual comment thread (edited), which Suzanne urged that I blog and she (as I do) strongly recommend reading for a more nuanced view of this challenging topic and more tips on how to approach it.

A CRISIS OF PRIVILEGE RESOURCES:

The Privilege Walk Exercise

Article: “Dying While Black” by Dr. Mark Naison, Fordham College

Graphic on Intersectionality: here and the same graphic on another website: http://judge-me-not.weebly.com/fancy-terminology.html

Film: Cracking the Codes: The System of Inequity http://crackingthecodes.org/news/ or http://world-trust.org/mirrors-of-privilege-making-whiteness-visible/

Book: The New Jim Crow by Michelle Alexander  http://www.newjimcrow.com

Article: white privilege and definitions  http://www.mpassociates.us/pdf/WIWP.pdf

Film: Jane Elliot, The Angry Eye

Book: Dalton Conley’s untextbook “You May Ask Yourself
AN INTRODUCTION TO THINKING LIKE A SOCIOLOGIST

Film: Documentary “The House We Live In” part of Race: The Power of Illusion

Here’s the Longer Comment Thread from Dec 7th that followed my update (an edited version):

Some of these people I only knew via Facebook. In fact many. I do know Kendra Hamilton from my former days at the University of Virginia, Ali Garrison from grad school at Michigan’s School of Music,  and Liz Marley from a conference for global transformation hosted by the Wisdom division of Landmark Education. I recently met David at a speaking engagement in NYC this past year for the first time. So this conversation thread is a mix of people giving freely to help me solve my dilemma.

Kyra: In the last section of my Intro to Sociology course, two white students — one a 20 y/o 2nd gen Russian man and the other a 2nd gen Irish woman whose in her late 50s — voiced their discomfort with the ‘privilege’ part of white privilege as a term. The male student said he could understand that minorities are disadvantaged but he doesn’t like the term ‘privilege’ for whites. How would you handle this educational moment? Would love some suggestions. I have some but I could use some outside insight into how this black woman professor might help them see, feel, and understand what is meant by white privilege. The textbook we used is stellar in discussing it. I already shared a video of Peggy McIntosh. I am sharing this video with them today (EHL: Little Rock Nine – Elizabeth Eckford http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CAPOvdOEYE8) but I realize these historic images keep it at a distance for contemporary thinking. Any video suggestions or exercises you use that I might borrow?

How do I get them from the personal view of “privilege” to a sociological view of it? — exercises or websites are welcome.”

Mark Naison Kyra. See if this short piece I wrote a couple of years back might help http://withabrooklynaccent.blogspot.com/2009/07/dying-while-black.html

David J. Leonard Have you done the privilege line exercise where they take 1 step forward and backward? It sounds like you have already presented it to them; resistance is evidence of their privilege

Mark Naison I think one of the problems is that not all whites are equally privileged and if you don’t account for class you can get moralistic on them. Nevertheless, white have a huge advantage even when they are working class, even when they have been in trouble with the law. You might want to look at statistics on the black white wealth gap and discuss why it is so great. But this is a very tough subject under the best of circumstances.

David J. Leonard I think any exercise has to account for race, gender, class, geography, sexuality; to echo Mark’s point, statistics are always a good place to start and end with

Kendra Hamilton Try talking about intersectionality–most people don’t like talking about privilege because they feel disadvantaged in one way or another. Talking about interlocking systems of advantage and disadvantage allow them to “add up” the privileges they enjoy vis-a-vis others. I back channeled you the graphic I use on your kyraocity account.

Taleta Jones Perhaps you could assign an “essay” using the simple textbook definitions of the words “Black” & “White”… Perhaps this will induce that “Moment of Clarity” for your students, Professor…

Jackie Peraza Kyra – They have a different map of reality. It’s rare to be able to get someone to expand their map unless you can get them to question their own belief systems. Have you tried asking what ‘white privilege’ might look like to them *if* it existed?

Karyn Beth Berger Discomfort is a part if the learning process….

Shiree Dyson [curator of MOADSF.org] Kyra show them the film Cracking the Codes: The System of Inequity http://crackingthecodes.org/news/ or http://world-trust.org/mirrors-of-privilege-making-whiteness-visible/

Liz Marley [from U.K.]  I think the work of Michelle Alexander: The New Jim Crow i.e. the war on drugs / that there are more African-American males in prison now than were ever slaves in 1850. That 34- 36% (I think) African-American) males have permanently lost their right to vote in some states due to ‘convict’ status. This is not even on a ‘white’ radar. And not even knowing it is difficult to get a taxi (until you shared and others since). And when I was 20 or so I had to digest the term ‘white’ and in last the few years ‘white privilege’. I just never had to think of myself as ‘white’ i.e. childhood in NE Enger-land or ‘priviledged’. Period. And get individuals who have experienced extreme abuse not ‘privileged’ (regardless race). Think important TWO WORDS are read together i.e. it’s not privilege as we ‘know it’. May be place to come from. Use if useful. Let me have feedback if anything inaccurate/off the mark. Thanks.

Kyra Gaunt Thanks David, the privilege line exercise is perfect. Karyn, discomfort is already there because as a black woman I don’t always have the privilege of talking about race without it turning back on me (that I am being racist). So there’s discomfort and yes I use it all the time but it’s always a dangerous place for black professors. I had a white student try to sue me after teaching my first racism course. Thankfully we resolved it before the last day of class but for 6 weeks it was hellish.

Kyra Gaunt Great article on white privilege and definitions: http://www.mpassociates.us/pdf/WIWP.pdf

Mark Naison Someone should film a Black woman professor and a White male professor teaching the same subject, with the same material, in demographically similar classes. It would be very interesting to compare student responses.

Natalie D. A. Bennett “white” people aren’t born that way, they become that. You have to show the students how they become white and are assigned privilege. Being 2nd generation Irish and Russian means something; you can’t dismiss it or hide it under “white” or they will not get the message.

William ‘Fridge’ Franklin What helped me understand that I had male privilege while being black was to mull over the notion that all other things being equal, your life will probably be easier as a male of any group than as a female. When you are talking about large numbers of people, that probability becomes a privilege. It doesn’t always work out at the individual level.

Ali Garrison (a white Canadian whose partner and father of her child is a black African) You’ve probably already thought of it, but just in case… for me, the white mother of a black child, a tough but a crucial perspective on the healing and teaching of empathy is the work that Jane Elliot has done. Can you show some of her work to them? She is a ruthless and brilliant warrior for the cause. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=neEVoFODQOE

Kyra Gaunt Thanks to everyone who offered guidance, material and exercises. I used the privilege line that David J. Leonard suggested and a great graphic on intersectionalities the Kendra Hamilton sent me from women’s studies. Used in both of my sections. Learned that focusing simply on the male student’s question was less divisive than tackling all kinds of privileges. As Mark Naison said all whites are not equally privileged – a critical point to highlight as a black professor for students who are triggered by my very presence as the authority. This was a needed insight to have become evident in a highly diverse immigrant and citizen student population at Baruch College. That particular student really appreciated it and others did too. I tackled Eurocentrism, heterosexism, colorism (in one section I gad them line themselves up by color light to dark) and class. We spent alot of time on that and discovered that Asians sre thriving economically in ways I wouldn’t have imagined at at public school. It was quite effective. The exercise also allowed the Jewish immigrants from Russia to share their privilege and lack of it (antisemetism) and an Asian looking student (that’s what “others” see) who wears a Mohawk share his embarrassing times when his mother would speak Spanish in public (Anglocentrism and a great moment of complexifying race/ethnicity) and add in a Latina like him shared how that privilege caused conformity to the norm. They both no longer show their multilingualism in dominant public settings.

Kyra Gaunt I’ve been using Dalton Conley’s untextbook and it does a fabulous job at complexifying the issue of race as one nowadays of white vs. nonwhite rather than white vs black. Highly recommend the text.

Denise J. Hart The documentary “The House We Live In” (part of Race: The Power of Illusion) is superb! Highly recommend it for this discussion. Clear, contemporary in examination with history to support the contemporary contextualization. Good luck!

Aishah Shahidah Simmons Kyra, thank you for this post. While I haven’t had this same exact experience in my classes this semester, it is something that I’ve had to face. There are so many wonderful suggestions. I use the word privilege and I also struggle its use. I believe I struggle with it because it doesn’t always get at the heart of the matter which is white supremacist structures, which marginalizes so many, including disenfranchised white people… Simultaneously there are other structures in which traditionally marginalized people benefit from even in the midst of their marginalization. What I try to do is discuss all of the ways that so many of us most especially in the U.S. occupy many spaces of privilege while simultaneously (possibly inadvertently) marginalizing others. When students (people) are occupying spaces/places of power and are resistant to it, I ask them to interrogate their resistance and explain why/how they don’t think they have power… These are not easy conversations to have at all and yet they are so necessary…. I’m still processing and learning. Again, thank you for this post.

Ali Garrison I think with something as important as empathy, we can try to be academic and intellectual about it, but nothing will teach us to feel what others feel like experiential learning. Hence the efficacy of Jane Elliot’s work. (The Angry Eye).

What a brilliant exchange!!

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Out of the Box – Race, Gender and Hip-hop

Nothing left, he stole the heart beating from my chest.
I tried to call the cops, that type of thief they can’t arrest.
Pain suppressed, will lead to cardiac arrest.
Diamonds deserve diamonds by he convinced me I was worth less.
When my peoples would protest, I tol’ them min’ they business cause my sh*t was com–plex.
More than jus’ the sex.  – Lauryn Hill

Yesterday was the

BlackBrown Feminism's HipHop

BlackBrown Feminism’s HipHop

first day of a new course I am offering in the Winter intercession called Ropes, Rhymes and Women in Hip-hop. Ordinarily a course like this might focus on mainstream music and rap, but I steep my courses in African American social practices and music-making.

For all the planning I do, and I don’ done a lot (lol), whenever I hit the classroom on Day 1 I never know how it’s gonna flow out of me. I’m a pedagogical improvisor at heart. Need lots of scale and harmonic work before hittin’ the band stand. What happens all depends on who’s in the room. I don’t teach academic subjects. I teach emerging adults and I teach from the interface between their 400 years of embodied and intellectual knowledge and my 50. It’s a collaboration from the first minute between my speaking and their listening. Next thing is to entice them onto my dance floor or into an African American sensibility right off the bat.

In the orientation to my teaching style, I emphasized how important it is to shift the accountability from the professor or instructor to the students-as-emerging-adults I presenced the context of a “sustainable” and “ethical” classroom where students are honored and respected as adult. Coming from that place shifts how I think about grading, attendance and participation. I am out to create partnership with students who are single and married, come from all five boroughs and Westchester County, students who are Chinese, African American, Afro-Caribbean, Dominican, Polish, Albanaia, just a name of few of the places the students in the class hail from.

By establishing a lively, interactive, creative and inclusive space, I can talk about musical blackness without all the guilt and shame or confrontational politics that often accompany teaching about social blackness in a predominately white institution. I can’t say “setting” since whites are not the dominant group in my classrooms at Baruch. In fact, it might be better to look at gender or ethnic dominance rather than race.

With all that as a fact of the space, yesterday I was able to have students let go of their fears of participating in a culturally black space and logic. They clapped to the beat. They apprehended differences. They spoke out of turn (a sign of comfort) and asked questions.  They really appreciated learning about black English vernacular politics from my embodied exercise called CHECK ONE. It’s an oral and kinetic mnemonic for learning about musical blackness and its ideals. They were totally immersed without hesitation at varying levels in a musical exercise I crafted from the core premise of my work:

Girls’ games as earliest formation of a black popular music culture among children in black communities [though this is in decay for reasons not fully studied].

The oral-kinetic etude, as I call it, is known as CHECK ONE. It helps them embody and apprehend the essential features of black music-making.

CHECK 1 – individuality within collectivity, step into the cipher
GET 2 THE FLOOR – there is no music without dance
GET 3 – certain black dialects say might say three instead of free, which hear stands for improvisation and freestyle, get loose and get funky.
SYNC IT OFF 4 – rhythmic/metrical complexity, accenting off the final beat, syncopation, RHYTHM!

I’ll record it soon and post here.

Yestersay, I had that culturally and ethnically diverse group of students on DAY 1 moving and singing and grokking musical blackness.

It was a great first day!

What’s Your Problem?! Finding Your Own.

“Some are young people who don’t know who they are, what they can be or even want to be. They are afraid, but they don’t know of what. They are angry, but they don’t know at whom. They are rejected and they don’t know why. All they want is to be somebody. ”
― Pathways To Perfection: Discourses Of Thomas S. Monson

My Wattshop blog is in many ways about solving problems with emerging It's not the answers, but the questions that matter as you begin.adults in mind — that includes me.

I am not trying to solve anyone else’s problems, really. It begins with me. Solving my own problems is the debt I have the honor of paying and it has an upside to it. Solving my own problems and doing it publicly builds trust in myself and influence among others. Eventually it provides leadership in this big ol’ world.  So let your little light shine!

Don’t believe me? Conquer your own problems and watch who notices.

This year I am upping my game as an “emerging adult” with an ambitious attitude to own my own greatness (and thereby failures). The big question I invite each of you to ask yourself daily is what problem do you really need to solve?

I used to say, without thinking, procrastination. I hear it still from dozens of students, esp. here in the U.S.. But it’s not what you think, people. In fact, you’re not even thinking. You’re thoughting. Saying what you think you should say or repeating what others expect you to say. That’s not thinking.  And, if we were truly honest with ourselves (hold on…truth-telling moment… incoming) we already know how to solve that one!  As a Ukrainian student I loved once said in her thick accent to another student who didn’t get it, “Aye know why you diddent call hur. Because you diddent want to do tha wurk!!” Brilliant!  He didn’t like what she had to say but the truth always hurts.

As Baumeister and Tierney write in their fabulously practical book Willpower,

“The best way to reduce stress in your life is to stop screwing up” (2011, 238).

We don’t want to do the work. Start with that as fact and then perhaps ask the question. What problem do I really need to solve in that? That’s a problem to seriously think about and consider. Maybe you’re not doing the right kind of work or there are other kinds of work that would move you, even agitate you, into action. What works for me is not your answer. Find you own!

The question “What is your problem?” might occur very differently if you give yourself time to study, think and plan. You need clarity, space and 20-30 mins a day to start! You cannot own your own greatness by using other people’s answers or questions. Find your own!

150 Years of Freedom + Kyra Unchained

“When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has been opened for us.”
Helen Keller

“The past is always tense, the future perfect.”
Zadie Smith

Graphic design by Billy Swayze

Graphic design by Billy Swayze

150 YEARS OF FREEDOM FROM NEW YEAR’S EVE TO DAY (1862/63)

Today not only marks avoiding the fiscal cliff, but it marks the 150th anniversary of the signing of The Emancipation Proclamation or 150 years of Freedom, on being unchained.

Despite all the controversy, it was fitting that I saw Quentin Tarantino’s film Django Unchained last night just before bringing in the New Year. New Year’s eve is often referred to as “Watch night” or the “Watch meeting” (commemorating Dec 31, 1862). Still today, there are African Americans who sit vigil re-enacting the eve before freedom came in this nation. I better get my black-eyed peas a cookin to honor that long-held black tradition the next day. It brings good luck on New Year’s Day, it is said.

I enjoyed New Year’s eve 2012.  I stayed out til 4:30am–highly unusual if anyone’s been following my FB updates about getting 7-8 hours sleep regularly.   I had amazing conversations at the annual loft party of Marlene Duperley, an amazing sister in Brooklyn. I got to see one of my earliest students from UVa, Tomika Anderson, who brought me into that network. She’s coming into the fullness of her black womanhood in 2013. And I got to hang with my dear friend Atiba McLean who accompanied me to Django Unchained at a theatre in Brooklyn last night.

So much to say about the movie. It’s deliciously complicated and worth the trip from my perspective as an African American women interested in hip-hop remix culture and as a scholar. I’ll only say that Sam Jackson looked JUST LIKE Uncle Ben on the Uncle Ben’s Rice packaging (or was it just me?).  I’ll blog more about the movie. This post is about reckoning my year of transformation as well as my accomplishments in 2012.

RECKONING MY YEAR

I started using One Note religiously upon a recommendation from one of my political sociology students and in it this morning for over an hour, I captured everything that came to mind about my year that is empowering. Came up with a list of 66 things from which I created a top 10 list for me and I sense I will use it as a guide to blogging this month.

This is just a list with short descriptions of things to be noticed, that were reckoned with, in 2012. The list helped me focus on some key intentions and aims as I make the next list of my aims for 2013. Start with the familiar, say what’s left to be said and then create newly — that’s my strategy today.

So here goes! It’s actually a list of 12 for 2012.

      1. KYRA UNCHAINED
        Gambled for my soul rather than gambling my life away in a marriage that didn’t work. I embraced a quantified self which has unleashed room for me! AND I’ve been speaking powerfully such that people offer to work with me.  Thanks to Atiba McLean for observing me as a gambler in a convo about Django Unchained this morning.
      2. ASKED FOR HELP WHEN I WAS MOST AFRAID (Courage)
        See the “strength of weak ties” (Granovetter, 1973). I learn newly that “necessity IS the mother of invention”. My next political sociology course will focus on the sociology of courage.
      3. BLACK WOMEN FROM DOUBLE-DUTCH TO HIP-HOP
        I am an expert here but have not transacted well on my expertise in the past. Too many missed opportunities or indifference. I start teaching a winter course at Baruch, tomorrow, titled Ropes, Rhymes and Women in Hip-hop and emotional abuse will be a core theme.
      4. STUDY, THINK & PLAN/WILLPOWER
        Participated in an amazing training. Became a student of Influence Ecology, LLC thanks to Rachel Davis and out of deliberately studying texts like WillPower by Baumeister and Tierney, I rediscovered my love for reading. Academia nearly killed it.

        “Keep your mind on your objective, and persist until you succeed. Study, think and plan.”

          W. Clement Stone 1902-2002

      5. AGITATION, COMPLIANCE & SISTERHOOD
        Four double-dutch champions invited me to write a book about their experience. My divorce and the disruption it caused nearly led me to give up on writing for them. I learned to love writing again which is highlighted in the forward for the hip-hop feminist pedagogy reader WISH TO LIVE (I highly recommend it!).
      6. LOST MY VOICE? OF COURSE: HEALING SOUNDS
        During my marriage I lived the poem that Alice Walker wrote titled “Lost My Voice? Of Course (for Beanie, a childhood bully).” I had not sung professionally for over a year since I had gotten married.  My voice matters. Attending Imani Uzuri’s CD launch party at Joe’s Pub returned me to my voice and my light. Thank you Gabriella Callender. More singing soon.
      7. EXTREME SELF CARE, AFTER THE FIRE
        The period before the divorce was brutal. I made a simple request to find a support group on FB. What came back was an invitation from my Andrea Wangsness whom I only knew online. She said if you start it, I’ll join. I did and what an experience of learning to thrive over 6 months!
      8. THE MAYOR OF THE WILLIAMSBURG BRIDGE
        Serendipity has always been present in my daily life. My grief during the divorce often numbed me to that possibility. Through a connection from dear friend Parris Whittingham (@iamparris) I found a fully furnished apartment requiring no deposit at an unbelievable price. I could live on my own again and discovered a passion for walking the Williamsburg Bridge (over 4 months now).
      9. #IGNITE50 – EMBRACING FAILURE
        Thanks to a chance meeting at a SkillShare event, I was invited to speak at IgniteNYC #13 on Failure. While at first reluctant to talk about my marriage, I did and it was SO healing. The talk Relationship Status: SBW Being True at 50 was my own way of celebrating my 50th birthday that happens to coincide with 9-11.
      10. EMBEDDEDNESS & EMERGING ADULTS
        I was needed to teach Sociology intros and a political sociology course this past fall. “Embeddedness” refers to the “degree to which ties are reinforced through indirect paths in social networks” (Conley 2011, 156). Through Twitter I found a former NYU student Jacob Soboroff who now heads up HuffPost Live. He visited my political sociology course via Skype and totally got who I am: A teacher. I teach emerging adults to own their own greatness.
      11. ACADEMIA – AN ACCESS TO FREEDOM
        Zoe Sherinian, A colleague in ethnomusicology and who participated in my divorce support group, insisted I return to my national conference meeting in NOLA. I had no money but from her nudge was gifted a trip that renewed my desire to rebuild my membership as a tenure-track faculty member. I have my first  job interview on the West Coast in January.
      12. SELF-CARE AND THE DIVINE
        I thank myself. I am grateful (thanks to Bill Lamond) that I can say I am grateful for being me, for my courage, my gracefulness, my honor of myself and my voice. Nothing added. Nothing taken away. That is the greatest lesson I learned this past year. And I am grateful for all the intimate friends who helped me see myself clearly including my students with whom I transact for greatness!

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Out with the old. In with the new. Much, much more to come in 2013!!

Happy new year! Habari Gani, Imani! (Kwanzaa Day 7 of 7)

Keep the faith! Build trust in yourself and it will come back to you ten-fold!!

Define who you are and what you say!

Be true to you!

“Caring for myself is not self-indulgence, it is self-preservation, and that is an act of political warfare.”

Audre Lorde

Give Me Shelter: The Sociology of 4 Days in 3 Sandy Evacuation Centers, pt. 1

LIVE FROM THE SHELTER – Part 1, Day 1

A typical cot in a Sandy evacuation shelter.


This is my attempt to capture my experiences as a Sandy evacuee in 3 different shelters over 4 days. I want to tell the story from a sociological point of view and from my personal view. It’s fascinating how social roles are invented and created and how our ordinary roles get strained in the process whether you are a volunteer or an evacuee. 

As a professor who teaches in several disciplines including ethnomusicology, anthropology, racism and newly teaching two courses in sociology–a political sociology course and two sections of an introduction to the discipline–becoming a Sandy evacuee was never a possibility in my mind.

On Saturday and Sunday I went shopping for necessities long before Sandy was expected to hit on Monday. Lines in the Essex Street Market were a little longer than normal but there was plenty to buy.

Living alone in the Lower East Side having had only casual hellos with familiar faces in a complex in which I am relatively new got me thinking. I wondered would I be safe alone on the 16th floor? The water would never reach me there from the East River below.

Complacency has one of my favorite definitions: “self-satisfaction in the face of imminent danger.”

The comfort of my stocked supplies stole any attention to thinking about the basement of the building flooding or having no electricity for days and finding alternative shelter with friends. So much for having a Ph.D. Living alone sometimes blinds you to the need to rely on others, being socially integrated in times of need rather than accumulating isolation. I thought I could make it on my own, so I posted on Facebook Sunday night:

October 28 at 11:59pm

I’m in Zone C not far from Zone A. OK. This is giving me a little concern and I just read my building may turn off hot water and heat, and the elevators were probably turned off at 7pm. I’m on the 16th fl. Better shower now for the night while there’s still hot water. Then filling the tub.

The fact that there was actually only one street separating my apartment complex from Zone A near the base of the Williamsburg Bridge didn’t register as alarming. Having walked 15-20 miles a week on the bridge, I was well aware how close to the water’s edge I resided. My proximity to Zone A didn’t break the complacency until Monday morning as an eery silence fell over the building.

Urgency set in around 10am. I was online trying to complete a job application when I heard a muffled loudspeaker bellowing from the street below. I opened my living room window and heard the urgent call to evacuate from a bullhorn atop white city van. All residents must evacuate by 7pm.

Oh shit!  They don’t send vans to this part of the Lower East Side, the working class NYCHA complexes that are right next to my building, unless there is a real threat of imminent danger. It was only then that I realized I could not get to any friends’ homes after Mayor Bloomburg had shut down buses and subways 7pm the night before.

October 29 at 10:46am

Decided I need to head to the shelter nearby. There’s a truck with loud speaker roaming the nearby street insisting we evacuate before 7pm tonight. Here’s where I am heading (See map for Seward High School). I’m close to the bridge and water and alone here. Since public transportation is down, I think I better head out soon. Got my list for my go bag last night. Get food and pack and leave here by noon.

But then back to complacency. I thought I should try to complete my job application putting job security before my own physical safety until I thought: If all the people in this area evacuate, there won’t be room in the shelter later. So I better move now. By 7pm the area where I lived was flooded from the storm surge.

I grabbed my 3×5 card and started packing a pullman. I packed two pairs of athletic pants, a couple of t-shirts, 7 pairs of underwear (in case I couldn’t return as soon as imagined), flip-flops, my travel pillows (one is teddy bear), a non-aerosol orange air freshener (which I always travel with and came in handy when the men’s bathroom started to wreak after one day), two wash clothes, a small towel, and Dr. Bonner’s Magic Hemp Tea Tree Liquid Soap among other things.

These items were not on my list but medications were. I packed them too. Don’t like being without personal comforts away from home. So I also packed shea butter. Can’t have cracked skin on top of being in a shelter. The wired geek in me also said: Bring your laptop and the router. Get there early. Camp out near an outlet. Those with access to the Internet have a voice and maybe leverage in an emergency situations.

I left after a post on Facebook at 11:51am letting people know where I was headed. The elevator had been shut down so I walked down 16 flights of stairs weighed down with my two pieces of luggage. I arrived at Seward Park High School on Grand and Essex Streets just after noon and checked into the shelter.

When I got there, there was no line. Volunteers checked me in with a half sheet form asking for my name, age, occupation, address. and phone number. The volunteers wore plastic “construction site” orange vests clearly identifying them to evacuees. The three women at the table were noticably concerned about following procedures which made me think their operations were just being consolidated.

A couple days later I would learn that these “volunteers” actually worked for the city and and we “clients” as they called us–”persons receiving social or medical services”–were learning new social roles that were forced upon us by Sandy. An emergency situation or disaster can cause strains on our roles as autonomous citizens and interdependent adults create new relationships based on expectations and unarticulated needs relative to being displaced. Even I as a professor cannot live outside the social constructions set in motion by a hurricane in one of the most densely populated metropolitan areas in the nation. No human is an island in the Big Apple as much as we like to believe otherwise.

They gave us each a blanket bearing a city seal, a bag of toiletries and had us scout out a cot where we would sleep for the night. “Dinner will be served from 6-8pm on the fifth floor.” That was the first “service” offered to clients. It was more like a command than an invitation. It felt like returning to elementary school, not even high school. Do what you’re told. Stand in line one by one. Eat when told. But no one had actually said this. The expectations of roles are there to be enacted in such a situation.

On the fourth floor and every other floor, they had set up green cots along the walls of the corridors. The classrooms in the large high school were locked and as I heard the wind picking up speed, it rattled the loose doors separating us from the classrooms and I was thankful we were in the hallways. I had lost a new umbrella in the wind on the way over. It was  already starting to feel treacherous outside but the heavy rain had not started.

There were only about 5-6 people on the floor. I was glad to be there early. I noticed there were only two outlets in the hallways. I stacked out one near a huge rattling window and had second thoughts about sleeping in that corridor. But I didn’t want to lose access to the outlet.

A Dominican woman came down the hall and I asked her to join me. She too was searching for an outlet to recharge her phone. I asked if we could look out for one another relative to the outlet and our things and we quickly became allies.

We decided to move to an inner corridor once we found the second outlet was still free around the corner. We sat and then began waiting. I set up my router and we both got on our computers.

Dinner sucked. We both skipped the meal offering. She had checked in with her dog. It was great that they provided animal shelter too. She decided to head out for a meal. I gave her some cash and she returned with, of all things, Popeye’s fried chicken.

I assumed she was going to get real chicken from some local Dominican place. I hadn’t eaten Popeye’s for years. can’t remember the last time. She spent all of my eleven dollars on a box of chicken. LOL. And I ate ever piece of skin in there. Distress, I thought after the whole ordeal, puts us into a mode where we need comfort and calories.  It’s a biological impulse of a sort. Having food available means safety to our reptilian brains.

It was about then that I met Miss Lucy. Luz Martinez was her full name. A black Latina who I immediately felt affinity for. That’s why I called her “Miss” after she told me her nickname. In times of uncertainty we seek out familiarity and affinity though speaking Spanish, gender identifications, or ethnic affiliations.

When we were opening up the plastic bag of toiletries that including a travel size of Johnson’s Baby Powder, a thin but clean wash cloth, a toothbrush with toothpaste and a thin black comb, we both mentioned that this was not for our hair. The kind of combs whose teeth are far too close to comb through the natural kinky curls of most people of African descent who identity as “black” or “african American” without causing pain.

Miss Lucy had had a hip replacement on her right side and a bad knee needing an operation on her left. She walked with a cane and said she had taken a fall that morning and decided that it wasn’t safe for her to be alone. So she headed to the shelter without any aid. She forgot her go-bag and even her ATM card. What was odd in comparison was that a couple of homeless men who took cots near us in the hallway just called 911 and asked for police to pick them up and ferry them to the shelter. NYPD to the rescue. We women, living alone, never even thought to ask and Miss Lucy deserved to.

Miss Lucy was a stocky woman. Independent despite her physical limitations standing only about 4 feet and a few inches tall. She wouldn’t sit on her cot at first. She stood up, balancing on her cane or leaning against the wall for quite a while. I saw her try to sit on her cot once but the cot was too high for her hip to balance on with her short legs. I offered to ask a volunteer for a chair for her to be more comfortable as she voiced her concern about being able to get in the cot or even sleep at all. She hadn’t slept for 3 days straight. too much coffee, she said.  She’d also hurt her back a bit with the fall she’d taken that morning. So I decided to look out for Miss Lucy.

October 29 at 4:47pm

[I'm at] Seward High School (HS) in the Lower East Side of Manhattan. Hanging with Miss Lucy an older woman dealing with a hip replacement and Millie a little younger than me who was forced to evacuate with her dog or pay $1000. The Ofc of Emerg Mgmt is serious about getting people out of public housing.

The name Miss Lucy is a common reference in the research I do on black girls’ musical handclapping games, cheers and double dutch rope jumping in my book The Games Black Girls Play: Learning teh Ropes from Double-Dutch to Hip-Hop. It comes from a popular handclapping chant:

Miss Lucy had a baby
His name was Tiny Tim
She put in in the bathtub
To see if he could swim

He drank up all the water
He ate up all the soap
He tried to eat the bathtub
But it wouldn’t fit
Down his throat.
Behind the ‘frigerator
There was a piece of glass
Miss Lucy (or more often Miss Suzie) fell upon it
And it went straight up her
Ask me no more questions
Tell me no more lies
The boys are in the bathroom
Pulling up their flies.

The point of the hand-clapping game-song is that almost each verse leads up to a rude word or profanity that is eluded in the next verse as part of an innocuous word or phrase.

So much about the experience of being in 3 different shelters in 4 days is reminiscent of eluding the profane. In this case, eluding feeling like you were a helpless and homeless victim and all the profane experiences of being treated without dignity or a say in how things go as you are displaced from your home.

The green cot became my only claim to a territory for several days and me and while Miss Lucy and I became fast friends, family like–looking out for each other and sharing our lives briefly and intimately in circumstances that were not ideal for the volunteers or the clients–we were not home and the strain from our displacement often when unnamed and unacknowledged by them and by ourselves.

More on Sandy soon.

Houston, we have a problem! (On urgent necessities)

This is my first post for a while and thanks to all the new followers!! I know who y’all are and SO appreciate the mouse click. KyraOcity’s WattShop (Converting Wishbones to Backbones) is my laboratory to developing my own voice again. So here goes:

Today I heard my coach offer a new way of thinking about the common phrase I love “necessity is the mother of invention.” Here I paraphrase a blog I found after looking up the expression.

MISSION CONTROL

On the Apollo 13 mission, Houston Space Center’s mission control had a problem at hand after an explosion onboard the vessel forced engineers to save on electricity and oxygen. While they realized that the astronauts on board could make it back to earth, they also discovered they would not have enough air to survive the time needed to return.

“Back in Houston on the ground, engineers copied all the parts that they knew where available in the space station and within an extremely short timespan managed to invent a new gadgets that could clean CO2 out of the air so that they could survive.” (quote)

INSTRUCTION (or) LESSONS IN LEARNING FROM MY OWN TEACHING
Today was a challenging day for me. I had to confront a truth about my teaching style that was thwarting the learning needs of my students, “Kyra, we have a problem!” After making myself self feel “guilt,” “shame,” and “powerlessness” that led to wasting most of my day suffering and upset with even a doctor who triggered me (I was upset waiting to happen), it was welcoming to be in a training conversation tonight about confronting what we ordinary people don’t ordinarily confront. We wallow rather than dig deep and study what’s needed and then take the necessary urgent action to save the day. It begins by seeing the light (insight). I see a light.

I have (along with my students) some existing parts I can use to invent new “gagdets” in my instruction. It may take a couple of weeks, it what I want to say, but if I acted like I was one of the engineers in mission  control (I am the teacher after all), then finding a way in a short time with urgency will make the difference. Don’t talk, demonstrate change.

THINKING VS ACTION
Curiously, the students in my political sociology course (a new course for me and a new disciplinary realm) had a conversation about the feelings of “guilt,” “shame” and “powerlessness” that surfaced as we read a graphic reportage by Pulitzer-prize winning journalistic Chris Hedges and Maltese-American cartoonist Joe Sacco about the poverty, racism, exploitation, and alcoholism on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota, one of the poorest places in the United States.

In a moment of inspiration and curiosity, a lightbulb went off. What if those three things “guilt,” “shame” and feeling “powerless” in the face of changing our own habits (i.e., procrastination, overeating, snoozing, etc.), far less challenging than changing our world or society’s problems, are the very things stopping us from realizing we can actually get into action, copy the parts (that work) and invent the gadgets or tools, to make a difference at a local level?

Once you declare “we have a problem,” what’s ineffective is thinking about how you feel about it. What I see for myself as an instructor is that I have work of my own to do–nose to the grindstone, creative, urgent and necessary work to get my feet back down to earth.

Ride, Sally Ride!!

Houston, We Have a Problem! (On the Necessities of Invention)

I’m back!!! Generating at a new current of electricity online under the banner of KyraOcity’s WattShop (Converting Wishbones to Backbones).  These are my power lines.


ON APOLLO 13 and URGENCY

I was on a training call tonight and got a fresh insight into the expression “necessity is the mother of invention.” Setting immediate deadlines that agitate your sense of urgency can be self-imposed. And perhaps they should be, cuz too often I don’t like when others set deadlines for me. So this is a countdown of sorts.

The video from National Geographic above tells the story of the necessity of invention during the Apollo 13 mission. Let me paraphrase a blog I found while googling the expression.

On the Apollo 13 mission, mission control at the Houston Space Center had a problem at hand after an explosion on-board the vessel forced them to save on electricity and oxygen. The engineers discovered that the astronauts could make it back to earth but they would not have enough air to survive the time needed to return. So the countdown began.

On the ground back in Houston, engineers copied all the parts that they knew where available in the space station and within an extremely short time span managed to invent a new gadgets that could clean CO2 out of the air so that they could survive. I love this story and thank the blogger Sonja Chirico Indrebø for her inspiration.


THE SPACE CHALLENGERS
(The Students in the Room)

The real inspiration came from my own life and the students in my classrooms. Yesterday was a challenging one for me as I realized my own interests in talking about my teaching style (a bit of navel-gazing and egocentrism) were limiting the learning needs for instruction in my courses. My internal mission control was screaming, “Kyra, we have a problem!” I’d been feeling the impact of it, like free falling and sensing I was losing oxygen. I hit rock bottom Thursday night.

After making myself self feel “guilt,” “shame,” and “powerlessness” which led to wasting most of the next morning Wednesday suffering, it was a welcome change at the end of that day to be in a conversation on my training call (unrelated to teaching) that dealt with confronting what we ordinary people don’t ordinarily confront with actual study and urgent invention. We don’t usually analyze the parts we have and reinvent but honey, now I see a light.

After wallowing in feelings about what went wrong, I was behaving as if things were not urgent, like with the Apollo 13 mission. What if I were to act as if they are urgent? What if I, with cooperation from my students, can engineer “some existing parts” to “invent new gagdets” in my instruction right now. I had started to mollify myself into thinking it’ll take two weeks.

Yes, anything lasting takes time but the invention must be quick when things are in danger of falling apart. Sometimes you must demonstrate the change to yourself quickly before anything else.

Being ambitious about your work means having the courage to study and invent that which is urgently needed–in this case, instructing vs. professing–as if the clock is ticking:  10, 9, 8, 7, 6…


INSTRUCTION or LESSONS FROM STUDENTS

In my first class on Thurday, the students in my political sociology course had a conversation about feelings of “guilt,” “shame” and “powerlessness” that surfaced as they read a graphic novel as critique of capitalism by Chris Hedges and Joe Sacco called Days of Destruction, Days of Revolt (2011).

The first chapter “Days of Siege” tells a story of extreme poverty, racism, alcoholism, and exploitation on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation in South Dakota, which is one of the poorest places in the United States of what was once Native America.

In a moment of inspiration and curiosity, I posed a question to my 36 students:

What if those three things–”guilt,” “shame” and feeling “powerless” in the face of changing our own habits, much less changing society’s problems, are the very things stopping us from realizing we can make a difference?

As part of a radical orientation to micro-sociologies, I have asked 36 students to study their own habits and their various social ecologies in this election season. They expressed interests in changing procrastinating, overeating, not getting enough sleep, eating poorly, snoozing, doing for everyone else, exercise, scoring high on the GMATs, and more. Sometimes in changing those individual habits which are far less challenging than changing society’s problems, we face those very same challenges–guilt, shame and powerlessness–that stop us from being in action and realizing the difference we can make  at a local and global level.

Tolstoy once wrote “Everybody wants to change the world. No one wants to change themself.”

That’s a great place to return to in my class instruction, but for now I have other work of my own to do–nose to the grind stone, creative, urgent and necessary work to get my feet back down on earth of being an instructor (not a professor).

“Kyra, we have a problem!”

Once you declare a problem, it’s urgent to get into action or procrastination and powerlessness are what lives in our brains (neuroscience and research on willpower are a testament to this). In those moments you don’t act on the problems of real life, the truths we face, feel and resist confronting, we miss opportunity to be creative and invent.

So all I guess I can say now is Ride, Sally Ride!! Ride!  Sally, Ride!!

It’s a serendipitous little riddle. If you know anything about my scholarly book on black girls’ musical games and the history of female astronauts, it’ll make sense. So, put your hands on your hips and let your backbone slip! I’ll keep ya posted on my demonstrations of progress. For now, signing off with

5, 4, 3, 2, 1…blastoff!

To the Beat: One Minute “Political” Introductions

I am soon re-launching and re-dedicating this space to my new blog identity

Kyraocity’s Watt Shop: Converting Wishbones to Backbones

I’ll be sharing my role and insights as a thought leader in emerging adult education, as coach, and as a speaker/performer. I am having my own wishbones, my own goals (as Napolean Hill calls them “dreams with a deadline”) fulfilled. Academia has profoundly provided a space for innovation in my classrooms. I am determined now to fulfill on my influence and my brilliance as an edupreneur. This space is dedicated to that backbone.

FIRST WEEK TEACHING SOCIOLOGY AT BARUCH

Taught Tue and Thu this week. Thursdays classes (40+ in political sociology and 60+ in two intro sections) all did one-minute talks to introduce themselves to each of their new social ecologies for the semester. And it was AMAZING!!

Those who taken any of my hip-hop classes and some anthro classes where we did this will remember the beat I invite the body of people in the room to collaborate in creating. The synchrony of the beat serves as a frame for the introductions. It is a cue to have the next person begin and an outro replacing applause. It connects all these unknown individuals instantly and imbues a sense of community right away.

Body-musicking 101 is the access the feeling the sociology of mankind behind literacy, you could say. For those who remember from previous classes, it’s the first beat (measure) of “Check One”, a beat I invented for my very first class of 90 students (90% black), which was also attended by fellow U.Va. faculty member and civil rights leader Julian Bond (if you don’t know, ya better recognize) back in 1996.

THE POLITICS OF SELF-CONSCIOUSNESS

I am delivering the pace and content of each class via Prezi.com (they give educators and students free access).  Here’s my Prezi from Day 2 of SOC/POL3062.  The group in the political sociology class has some *fascinating* people in it. Had them share from five items for their 1 min  intros. #4 was “The most political aspect of my self is…” #5 was “My political affiliation is…”  

What I learned from the 1 min talks in political sociology was that many are independents. They are from all over the city, one from Westchester, some from Long Island, and some from upstate like Carmel, NY. One from Arizona. 1-2 were raised in staunch republican settings and have recently identified as democrat. Many chose no affiliation but expressed a connection to people or humanity or love.

Some students, particularly two Asian students, one Chinese, the other Vietnamese, had to confront how they think other people view their performance in class (one was shy, the other also but with concerns about her accent) vs. how we all received them which was that each and every student who shared was stellar in our eyes.  It was beautiful!

In response to the final item “What is the most political aspect of your self or your life,” a white, female and Jewish student asked what does “political” mean? She said she didn’t think she knew. I always invite them to look within rather than outside for their truths.  That’s a great starting place–her inquiry as well as looking inside.

TRANSPARENCY? GEN Y?

Yesterday I wished I had recorded these (or at least some of them).  Done it in the past. This time around, I am practicing keeping what’s going on scarce in the marketplace of ideas as recordings…for the moment. Sometimes turning wishbones into backbones requires a closed circuit or community until you know how to put the backbone to work.

There were great moments in the intro courses to sociology too. Loved when a brotha (black man, 24) said in response to the item ‘I self identify as…’:

  • “…someone who doesn’t know what I want to do yet. and I’m older than most, I’m 24.”
  • Another said, “…I identify with being a professional lounger.”
  • One woman with a beautiful scarf draping her shoulder and torso, said, “I identify as a ‘ooman and a student.”

Most “parental units” will read the guys expressions as some Gen Y thing instead of an expression of authenticity, exploration and discovery showing how safe they feel. THAT for me is the beginning, the opening up, for learning, REAL, DEEP learning that can last a lifetime. Then there learning from differences like saying ‘ooman’ and getting immigration, the drive to be educated, and women’s rights when the femininization of poverty remains mostly hidden as a topic in most conversations.

Bring it on, people, bring it on! Show ‘em how sociology can be done!

The second item that the intro classes and the political sociology class was to respond to  “Where home is or where I feel at home is…” Many, more than I might expect in NYC, said home is where I have quiet or sleep, or home is where I am, or home is where I get to meet new people rather than home is BROOOOKLYN!! or Long Island. This was one of my favorites:

  • A Chinese guy in my 2nd intro class got up and said, “Home is China, but I feel at home in Copenhagen.”

LOVE IT!! Totally thwarted any expectation that might have been created by the first phrase.

CROWDSOURCING HIGHER EDUCATION

This is such a great exercise. It is essentially crowdsourcing the sociology the students are and bring with them, turning it into reflection through action and narratives (musical, verbal and embodied). It is NOT creating the book as the main source of the important or significant information in a class. Rather it is one source that is no less important than us. This is sociology manifesting itself in us/and in the U.S.!!

I start most classes with a brilliant social construct trick I do with a Peters Map and also by sharing a context that shifts their perspective right away. I share that I have 49 years, will be 50 years in about 11 days, of knowledge or experience. If we add all 40 students’ collective knowledge with an average age of about 20 years old, then there is over 800 years of knowledge in the room not including my 50. That shifts what the space of our studying is about.

All my classes are about that collaboration of experience AND the specialized knowledge we can find in some academic books and online. We carry so much and spend so much time trying to find everything either outside ourselves, in books or on the Internet.

We must never discount what we bring when we are just being. And often it starts with looking in a new place, outside what has been customary.

“If you do not raise your eyes you will think you are the highest point.”
 Antonio Porchia

Kyraocity of the Day: Samizdat

The curious, life-long learner in me knows I cannot possibly learn it all and I never expect myself to know-it-all anymore. That is not what my Ph.D. stands for.

This word “samizdat” came on my radar last fall when I was looking for a publisher for my former husband’s book. One of the indie publishing houses was Samizdat but I never really got the origin of the word back then for some reason. Probably distracted by all the drama at home then.

Today, I came upon it via some crazy connections. I am brainstorming my syllabi for my 3 sociology courses (two intros and one political sociology course). I was inspired by SkillShare’s “lean product culture and innovative entrepreneurial culture list” and thought I am borrowing founder Michael K.’s logic in my course design. Then went searching for some hacks for creating a syllabus.

I lucked upon a blog about being an Unteacher in an Unclassroom (a great idea I intend to steal). And then I had a bit of an epiphany. A remembrance actually I am taking on the theme of studying the sociology of students in higher education and remembered the book Student as Nigger by Jerry Farber. One of the Amazon reviews of the out-of-print book was written by someone from Costa Rica. He mentioned using the “samizdat form.”

Samizdat (Russian: самизда́т; IPA: [səmɨzˈdat])

… was a key form of dissident activity across the Soviet bloc in which individuals reproduced censored publications by hand and passed the documents from reader to reader. This grassroots practice to evade officially imposed censorship was fraught with danger as harsh punishments were meted out to people caught possessing or copying censored materials.

Vladimir Bukovsky defined it as follows:

“(…) I myself create it,
edit it,
censor it,
publish it,
distribute it, and …
get imprisoned for it. (…)”[1]

This is like a mix of the musical transcription practice from my background in ethnomusicology and surely some similar practice took place during U.S. slavery literacy strategies when reading and writing was outlawed.

Love the notion of reproducing a dissident practice of reproducing censored publications by hand and passing the documents from reader to reader. In my case, I’d like to have students reproduce those things that are no longer in print as well as the views as a bloc that rarely get to see the light of day in print relative to higher education.

It also makes sense to get students back to being producers of more tactile things now when so much of our attention and creation is digitized by the tips of our 10 digits, or two if you hunt-and-peck.

Love Wikipedia’s section on etymology, too:

Etymologically, the word samizdat is made out of sam (Russian: сам, “self, by oneself”) and izdat (Russian: издат, abbr. издательство, izdatel’stvo, “publishing house”), thus “self-published.” The Ukrainian term is samvýdav (самвидав), from sam, “self”, and vydannya, “publication.”[8]

The term was coined as a pun by Russian poet Nikolai Glazkov in the 1940s, who typed copies of his poems indicating Samsebyaizdat (Самсебяиздат, “Myself by Myself Publishers”) on the front page.[citation needed]

Magnitizdat is the passing on of taped sound recordings (magnit- referring to magnetic tape), often of underground music groups, bards, or lectures.

Roentgenizdat were underground samizdat recordings on x-ray film: phonograph records made of a thin, flexible sheet with a spiral stylus groove, designed to be playable on a normal phonograph turntable. The name roentgenizdat comes from the combination of roentgen ray (another word for X-ray) and izdat.

Tamizdat refers to literature published abroad (там, tam, “there”), often from smuggled manuscripts.

That’s my life-learner’s lesson of the day.

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