Being a writer means I get ate up all the time. Ate up by my thoughts, ate up by the words I've written and the words I wanna say. Ate up by the echoes of what I think people think. I stay getting ate up. But I keep writing. Cause I can't die a husk full of words and stories.
Ya’ll. YA’LL. I’m teaching a southern black horror class in the fall. IM CRUNK. Gone call that bih “You Scary as Hell: Horror and the Ethnogothic in the Black South.”
One year ago today Breonna Taylor was murdered in her bed by negligent Louisville police officers. We ain’t forgot. Time can’t heal a wound you refuse to acknowledge.
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!?!
@FiresideFiction
@KevinRineerVO
This is what you think I’d sound like? What BLACK WOMEN AND SOUTHERN BLACL FOLKS SOUND LIKE?!?!?!
I WROTE A BOOK ABOUT OUTKAST AND THEIR INFLUENCE ON THE SOUTH. THAT BITCH IS CALLED CHRONICLING STANKONIA. I BEEN WRITING SINCE 2015. I JUST HIT 'SEND' ON A FULL DRAFT.
Free professional tip from a middle management scholar: when you ask for a letter of recommendation, make sure you ask for a “favorable” letter. There are some nasty ass people out here who will agree to write for you and they will recommend that you NOT get the job/fellowship.
Reading a thread on academic prose and I just wanna put this out there:
Simple and clear writing is hard as hell to do. It's a flex that is totally under-appreciated in academia.
K Thanks Bye.
No for real. Darnella Frazier was congratulated with a Pulitzer Citation for witnessing and capturing a traumatizing event. I just—I can’t get with that. Is she getting a scholarship? Resources to heal?
I just wanna say this: mentoring troubled youth will not get rid of a fucked up system that didn't want Black and Brown folks part of it in the first place.
Debate ya mama 'nem.
I DO NOT WANT TO TEACH FACE TO FACE. I DO NOT WANT TO TEACH FACE TO FACE. I DO NOT WANT TO TEACH FACE TO FACE. This is that bullshit. Ooooooooh this is that bullshit. I DONT WANT TO RISK FUCKING DEATH FOR A PAYCHECK. BITCH.
Morning. A quarterly reminder for white folks researching Black people shit — you are a guest. You not gone get everything cause everything ain’t for you to get. Yown get to tell me what’s what so I can be “objective.” You.are.a.guest.
…if I tell you to call me Dr. Bradley, do it. Google me and talk shit bout me to me in private or my face Ion care long as it’s “Dr. Bradley be bitching bout her name and shit. Ugh.” I sacrificed more than you can understand. The end.
My mama has a list of all my professors who tried it and me. She said when these books drop, she’s sending them a copy cause ain’t no petty like Black Mama petty 🤣🤣🤣
Slavery was not voluntary. Slavery was not a choice. Slavery was not that long ago. Slavery haunts us residually, economically, psychologically, and genetically. Stop discounting trauma that benefited white folks. TO THIS DAY BENEFITS WHITE FOLKS. Debate ya mama.
Teaching a "Sex and Southern Black Women" course in the fall. I'm retty. Here's what we reading:
Jesmyn Ward - Salvage the Bones
Ntozake Shange - Sassafras, Cypress, and Indigo
T. Sharpley-Whiting - Pimp's Up, Ho's Down
Zora Neale Hurston - Their Eyes Were Watching God (1/2)
You doing the academic book thing? Dope! A thread.
1. Do your homework. Sometimes the most prestigious academic press that (more) established scholars fawn over ain't meant for your research. Peep their acquisition editors, their titles, etc. Is it a fit?
Just wanna say thank y'all for the support and call out. Hurt isn't the word. Angry isn't it either. I just...Damn. What in thee entire fuck?!?! WHAT IN THE ENTIRE FUCK?!?!
Again, thank you for the outpouring of support. For the folks asking, my book about OutKast’s influence on the American South,
#ChroniclingStankonia
, can be found for pre-order here:
You are gone have to do some recovery work: recover your voice, your sense of self, and how you want to move in the world. Doctorate is a tool not an identity and if you do the latter what a small and frustrating existence you’ll lead!
Made the decision I'm teaching a class on Black women in southern hip hop in the Sprang semester. Gone call that bih "SpottieOttieDopalicious: Sex, Women, and Agency in the Hip Hop South."
AHT AHT Fireside. I feel erased with a white guy reading my piece being about being southern Black woman listening to OutKast. I was available. The piece LITERALLY STARTS WITH “I’m a southern Black woman who stands in the long shadow of the Civil Rights Movement.” 🙄🙄🙄🤔🤔🤔
Hey. It’s the 100 year anniversary of the Tulsa Race Massacre. What we not gone do is ignore and erase the voices and efforts of the descendants of those who were murdered in Greenwood. That’s what the fuck we not gone do on this land.
#FILA2021
#GreenwoodGenius
I've ran the entire gamut of emotions today. And the best I have to offer in terms of commentary is "all the women in me - ancestral, present, and future - are tired." Today has been exhausting. To have my truth taken from me and minstrelized is just....Jesus Devonte Christ.
Black Woman professor = writing 10+ peer reviewed essays, editing an anthology, writing a solo book, co-hosting a groundbreaking podcast before tenure and being told that it wasn’t “cohesive enough” for an “Outstanding Early Career Award” then seeing the winning credentials 🙄🙄
As a Black english prof, I stay in my feelings because students come to me with the understanding - ONLY understanding - that literature can only be complex when it's written by white folks.
It SUUUUUCKS.
I was an adjunct for years. Some semester I taught 8 classes between three schools to make *drumroll* 8500.00 per semester. No benefits. Sans service, all the responsibility of faculty. Had to wait until the SECOND month of the semester to get my first paycheck.
In my OutKast class today, I may or may not have played Dem Franchize Boyz and I may or may not have leaned wit it and rocked wit it and threw the snap over to a student who caught it, threw it around his head, and snapped it back to me while the class lost their shit.
Post-defense is a form of PTSD. All the shit you been carrying and all the anxious and nervous energy you used to push you through got nowhere to go but out.
I dead ass would love to see a screen adaptation about the Haitian Revolution. All of it. From the first whispers to the opening Voudou ceremony to the take down all of it. ALL OF IT.
Um...isn’t centering white folks in Black shit kinda the antithesis of Black Studies? Like...who cares what white people think about Black people shit? It’s what Black people think about Black people shit. It’s about pulling blackness away from white expectation and gazes? Right?
I saw the apology. I don't care. I am angry. Seething from centuries of silenced Black women angry. The voice I speak with and write with is not my own. To have that taken away is unacceptable. Unforgivable. And to ask me to consider it is equally trifling and unforgivable.
Good morning saints! My sex and southern Black women class now has 15 enrolled students, majority Black women, and I am thankful!!! 🥺🥺🥺🙌🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽 wheeeew I know this bout to be something. Thank y’all for putting the word out!
Teaching face-to-face again after 18 months at the house is lowkey debilitating. It's only the third day and I'm exhausted and wanna cry.
And terrified. Always terrified.
Hey. Hi. Good morning. Um...if you gone email me asking for something, especially if you are using the contact me page on my website, you should know Zora Neale Thirston ain’t my real name 🤣🤣🤣🙄🙄🙄
Lemme gone and say this: Ima Black woman professor. There is no student peen ANYWHERE that’ll make me risk my check or my marriage. That ain’t my ministry. Be best.
I’m 37 and still working through the trauma of my suicide ideation and attempt at 13 due to extreme bullying. My heart breaks and leaks when I hear about children taking their own lives due to bullying. Stop downplaying it as “kids being kids.”
Waiting on her press conference, the tears, the flustered cheeks, and the “I was scared” fauxpology. Cause white women’s tears lubricate, weaponize, and energize white supremacy.
I didn't realize how white the literary canon is until graduate school and how fiercely my classmates and professors defended it when I asked why it ain't mo' black.
This is why I do what I do. Cause the canon ain't the drinking gourd.
And, FYI:
Da Art of Speculatin’ is a nod to the OutKast series of songs “Da Art of Storytelling.” But you woulda knew that if...you know...YOU WERE FAMILIAR WITH MY ESSAY/WORK OR OUTKAST 🙄🙄🙄🤬🤬🤬🤬
Placed square in my spirit this morning; “I’m not available for the labor if the resources/rewards are unavailable.” Y’all upsetting me and my ancestors.
White people calling Black folks fictive kinship names like “brother/bro” and “sister/sis” like that’s gone bippity boppity boo away white supremacy is an empty gesture that we don’t want, need, or ask for. Especially when it’s only heard after y’all get called out on some shit.
When you get your royalties statement and see that book bae has sold 2500+ copies in six months. Damn 🥺🥺. THANK YALL SO MUCH FOR BUYING AND READING CHRONICLING STANKONIA! (All caps means I’m emotional and shit).
Michaela Coel said disappear and see what stories find you. That is exactly what’s happening in 2022 for ya girl. Locking it up and shutting it down for a lil bit starting tomorrow so I can stop getting ate up by these words and stories only I can tell.
Im begging us Black folx: Please seek help if your mental is strained. My Nana is gone because my cousin refused to seek help. My life is destroyed. You can’t pray, sex, fraternize, or journal away mental illness. Please y’all. Please. I…🥺🥺🥺 She would still be here.
I follow a lot of smart and amazing grad students. Y’all. A word. Stop giving all your brilliance away for free. Give appetizers not the main course. PROTECT YOUR INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY. Cause there are thievin triflin ass dusty ass people like:
Hi.
Grieving people,
#WakandaForever
might not be the move. I left triggered and with my chest cracked wide open. Be gentle with yourself if you do see it. I appreciate Coogler’s complicated take on grief and the steps to recognize and heal through it.
That’s my review.
And if you are white and studying Black people shit, remember you are a guest. A guest. Acknowledge the gift and the burden. It’s not just everything but the burden.
Students emailing me in a panic and apologizing because Zeta knocked out their power and Wi-Fi. My response? Extend the assignment deadline. Empathy as pedagogy. Issa thing. Students don’t forget and you won’t end up viral cause of a screenshot of you being an ass 🤷🏽♀️
Y’all I’m an academic by training but there is SO MUCH OTHER SHIT I WANNA TRY!!! I wanna consult and write on tv shows and films, I wanna write fiction, I wanna ghostwrite, I wanna document the Black South cause we deserve it and I’m damn good at it. I wanna I wanna 🗣I WANNA.
YO. Yesterday was my 7 year anniversary of earning my doctorate. Im still in recovery from the whole process. I aint shamed to say that shit either. Debate ya mammy.
Throwing a little Lawry’s around cause the “sex is bad if you want to get a husband” tweets are coming back around my TL. I threw it in a circle the first night. That was 17 years ago. Happily married for 11. Husband treats me like his name is Solomon I’m his song.
This past year I’ve worked with Emory University’s Center for Digital Scholarship on a site dedicated to archiving and collecting southern hip hop scholarship. The site is called OutKasted Conversations and is LIVE! Please share and click around.