January 3, 2018- Tribe Talk

Today has been very emotional. I lost someone who was becoming apart of my life. But life sometimes has other plans and that happens. Through my emotions I’ve been able to look at my life and analyze some things. This time that I was allotted allowed me to realize that life is actually going pretty well. It set a fire under my ass to get back on my shit and continue loving myself and everything around me.

Today I am thankful for my tribe. My tribe is small but mighty. There’s that voice in my head that I like to call “mom”. This voice is a constant reminder of the blood that flows through me. The voice that reminds me of who I am and where I come from.

Then there’s another voice I like to call “dad”. The voice that runs deep in my soul and walks me through the tough times. Allowing some sort of calmness but also a sense of urgency. Kinda like ” take your time but get it done!” That’s dad.

But then there’s the moments of laughter that I like to call “Crystal and Alyssa” . The laugh that takes away all the worry. A consistent reminder that this life you are living isn’t going to be easy but perseverance will get you where you need to be.

Then there’s the voice of reason I call “Chelsey”. That voice tells me to get off my high horse and operate out of love.

Then there’s ” Chauntee” the air that listens. The air that allows me the space to get it all out- the good, the bad and the ugly. The air that is refreshing when it comes around.

There’s so many factors of my tribe and I love every last one of them. It’s my tribe that keeps me smiling and keeps me going and I love my tribe more than they would ever know. I thank them for putting up with me and uplifting me. I thank them for cutting me down to build me back up. I will forever be grateful.

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Dear White People,

This is an inclusive blog for all people who are interested. But this post right here is for my people off of the melanin scale, hello. My name is Darrius and this is my black ass blog where I talk about my daily life as a black man in America. I’m glad you’re here because it’s story time. Yes, my favorite time. This story is about the time one of your white male counterparts caught these black hands.

I’m out with a friend having a great time. We’re shooting the breeze, minding our business at a local bar in Atlanta. Not to many feet away from us is a group of white people, mostly female with one white guy. They’re playing a game as all of us are (it’s one of those hipster, nostalgic, arcade style bars) and out of no where one of the girls walks up to my friend and ask if she could touch his butt. It was a dare that was apart of their game, he says sure whatever, she does it and walks away. Proud of her for asking permission to invade his personal space and touch his ass (Kudos to Susan, yay Susan), ANYWAYS. The night goes on and I’m talking my shit like I do and all of a sudden this strong tug came upon me. My locs of glory were being attacked and man handled by some white devil. I was SHOOKETH! Yes ladies and gentlemen, this white man- unannounced, grabbed my hair. I grabbed his hand and very strongly and explained to him why thats not okay and why I wasn’t bashing his head into the ground (drinks, long days, not a good combination for a fight). He continued to explain himself saying he was dared to do it, instead of apologizing of course. So me being me, I went on to ask him why me? Out of everyone in here you thought it was okay as a white man to touch another persons hair that you did not know, not only that, you chose to grab another black mans hair. Now, its about to be 2018 we all have seen these Twitter threads and Instagram post about black hair and how it is not an invitation for your white paws, or any paws of that matter to touch black hair.  He couldn’t even respond. He eventually apologized but at this point I’m FURIOUS. But to make a long story short (don’t want to lose you guys before I make a damn point-I babble) two of the females in the group were trying to defend him, we exchanged some hands and my friend pulled me away before it got to crazy and I left.

Now, thats some crazy shit. First off, did your fucking parents not teach you to keep your hands to yourself? You don’t invade someones privacy like that. You’re a grown fucking man and you out here playing truth or dare and thought it was cool to touch someones hair. Then as a white man you chose the black guy who’s shorter than you with glasses and locs. Little did you know JOHN, this shorter black MAN wasn’t raised to be WEAK or to be treated as LESS THAN. JOHN( read white people), I speak on behalf of the black community when I say, we have the strength and courage of our ancestors but we are NOT our ancestors. WE WILL FUCK YOU UP! I don’t give a rats damn who you think you are, who someone told you were. Your privilege does not reign supreme. Your privilege will get you fucked up. No questions asked. Secondly, it is not your place Susan( read white people) to try to defend this act of privilege in which your white counterpart,John decided to act upon. You can know about the issues within the black community , know the history, understand that black lives do matter but baby girl, you will never be able to explain a black issue to another black person because you have not had the HONOR of walking around as a black person in a white ruled America. You can do all the research in the world but you will truly never get it. It is not up to you to try to explain what happened and why, I know whats up. However, you knew in your heart that something about this was wrong and should be stopped, but you didnt. So no Susan( read white people), I do not want to hear you out.

This situation is an ongoing issue in the white community. I know for a fact that not all white people are bad but I hate seeing privilege go to waste. It is up to white people to talk to other white people and explain to them why it isn’t okay to cross these boundaries. Why you can’t say nigga/er , why you cant touch another persons hair and why its even more offensive to touch a black persons hair, why black lives matter isn’t a hate group, why black lives matter. You can be invited to the cookout but you cant have a seat at the table unless you are doing your part. As my dad used to say, ” A man who doesn’t cook, doesn’t eat.” If you don’t contribute to the table, you cant eat from the table. I was mad but I’m not anymore. I stood my ground regardless of what the outcome could’ve been. As Malcolm X said, ” A man who doesn’t stand for something will fall for anything. ” I know something clicked in someones head tonight. At the least people will now know what could possibly happen if they cross that boundary. I will continue to discuss these issues and I hope you do too.

-Beanz Out

Acceptance of Self+Self Love= Happiness

For years I carried so much on my shoulders. I carried my skin as burden instead of a God given honorable shield. I carried societies standard of masculinity instead of defining manhood for myself. Eventually I grew tired. I grew tired of constantly fighting myself from myself. I was covering up who I truly was because I was scared of what other people would think or the fear of making someone else uncomfortable. As a nonconforming black male, you never know how people will accept you. After some time I stopped caring. I had to realize that I was the only thing that really mattered. It was my peace and happiness that was truly at risk.

We hide behind so many veils in order to conform to society and not to step on any toes. Under these veils we lose ourselves and we miss out on our potential. I had to accept all of my good and accept all of my bad in order for me to move forward in life. I stopped acknowledging what people told me was “bad” and turned the “bad” into moments of self observation. How is being myself bad? What makes these things bad? Who deemed it bad? And who the fuck are you to tell me, a grown ass man, that something about me is bad? Just because my life doesn’t necessarily align with your belief system and how you feel doesn’t make it bad.

Unfortunately we live in a white patriarchal, hyper-masculine society where young black  boys and girls are told their skin color makes them less than and that their hair isn’t straight enough or long enough. Basically that we will never be enough. This was my reality. For years I hated my skin color, I wanted to be lighter. Lighter would equal more people liking me. Lighter would equal more opportunities. Lighter was better in my eyes. When I first started to accept my skin color, it wasn’t because I genuinely loved my  complexion. It was because people liked my skin color. So in my head I’m like “Yes I’m accepted”. It wasn’t until college honestly that I truly loved my skin color. I realized it was mine. MY SKIN COLOR. No one else in this universe has MY SKIN COLOR. I realized that it holds magic and that I would do whatever the fuck I wanted because the DNA that ran through me came from people who looked just liked me who made shit shake. Once I accepted the love of me and my skin thats when I started to love everything else. My hair. For years I would spend half of my weekends in the barber shop in order to keep up the clean black boy look. Waves on swim, hairline so sharp I could slice you open with it with one strike. I even grew out my beard because someone else told me it was the thing to do, made me more attractive in a sense. Its been a year now with no haircut and I now have locs and I’m beardless. These were my decisions to love every strand of hair that grew from my head in its natural state. My beard did not define me. I now make decisions based on whats right for me and the spirit within helps me and guides me to making these decisions. I made the choice to not conform to what people and society claimed as acceptable. I choose what is acceptable for me everyday in that moment.

Once I accepted me for all the magic that I am, I gained my happiness back. The years I spent trying to please others is gone, I can’t get those back. The years under white rule are gone, I can’t get those back. But today I am striving to be the best version of Darrius Newton I can be. God has given me the tools to succeed its up to me to use them. My nappy glory, golden skin that turns blue under the moon’s light and my abundance of love that exudes through my pours will always be me. And I love every moment of it. I define who I am as a man and theres nothing anyone could say or do to change that. Love yourself , love others, spread happiness.

Beanz Out

October 13, 2017

Sometimes I let my mind roam and explore and take me places that allow me to think deeper. I was riding home from work and I was listening to I Wanna Be Like You by Ibeyi. I was listening to the lyrics and the power in these women’s voice and I was captivated instantly. I started to listen deeper to get a better understanding of what the song was about. I started to think about the complex of age and how when we’re younger we wish to be older and when we’re older we wish we were younger. I realize how unappreciative we are as humans naturally. We are never content with what we are given. The innocence and freeness of a child is something I wish I still had. The joy of a child that I didn’t think to embrace and hold onto as long as I could have when I was younger. It’s deeper than just not having any bills or no responsibilities. It’s the freeness I miss most. Little person in a big world of unknowns without any sort of presumptions or knowing of what is coming next. Your mind can’t even process what is next in a lot of situations. As an adult, we base what we do next based off a prior experience. Doesn’t matter how optimistic we may seem there’s a sense of pessimism in us when it comes to certain situations due to a prior experience and there’s nothing wrong with that. But imagine if we lived our lives like adult sized kids who just were full of questions and unknowns and we didn’t let these unknowns scare us we kind of just went with them and moved forward accordingly. Imagine us taking in the wisdom and seeing the light and positivity in all things and embraced the wisdom that is being brought forth from whatever situation at hand. We need to learn to let go more. Just let it go. We’ve been holding on to these presumptions and ideas and ideologies for way to long and it’s holding us up from our next step. We have to break away from our own insecurities and fears and understand they will always be an insecurity and a fear but those insecurities and fears can’t hold us back from experiencing life and practicing our human right to mentally, spiritually, physically and emotionally evolve. We must protect our energy, secure our happiness and love from our hearts. We must start love with ourselves and get back to that kid who was in the unknown who allowed life to teach them what they need to grow into their destiny. Sometimes I let my mind roam and explore and take me places that allow me to think deeper…

So Dove Got Y’all Mad?

Naturalist and myself have been telling you all for a while that these companies really do not care about anyone, especially those us of color. The recent noise with Dove is their new ad that basically said “Black skin is dirty and white skin is clean and in order to get have perfect, white clean skin use Dove”. Now lets be clear, this isn’t the first time a company has displayed darker skin as dirty or evil or less than and I guarantee this won’t be the last.

Dove is apart of Unilever, a company who claims to be sustainable and blah blah blah. Granted they may have lessened their carbon foot print by recycling and other things which is great but like Dove and many other products there is a long list of toxic chemicals in these products that literally can cause major issues to your body including cancer. I’m not being extra here. These companies only care about ONE thing and that is making money. Everyone is going natural simply because no one wants to fear that their soap or shampoo is going to alter their DNA is some way, shape or form and eventually have major health effects. It’s kind of ridiculous.

I tell people all the time to buy black as much as possible. Buying black not only keeps the black dollar circulating but you know what is in your products, their natural ingredients and you see and know who is making your products. Theres an ease about knowing that legal drug lords aren’t making your soap and other household products. And since we’re on the topic of buying black and supporting black businesses let me say this. Black people LOVE to call out the customer service of black owned businesses but NEVER complain about the Asian owned nail shop who literally are talking about you in your face. Or the Middle Eastern gas station who literally tell people to get the fuck out. YET we complain about a black owned business simply because we’re judging them 10 times harder because… well…because it’s black owned. All businesses need to focus on customer service and just like I’ve received horrible service at a major department store I’ve also received amazing service at a major department store. I’ve also had amazing service at a black owned business- actually I have experienced more good than bad at a black owned business. So stop ostracizing black owned businesses only and lets start holding everyone to same caliber for customer service. Thanks in advance.

Read your labels people!

Sodium Lauroyl Isethionate, Stearic Acid, Sodium Tallowate Or Sodium Palmitate, Lauric Acid, Sodium Isethionate, Water, Sodium Stearate, Cocamidopropyl Betaine, Sodium Cocoate Or Sodium Palm Kernelate, Fragrance, Sodium Chloride, Tetrasodium Edta, Tetrasodium Etidronate, Titanium Dioxide (Ci 77891).

DOES ANY OF THAT SOUND LIKE SOMETHING YOU SHOULD BE BATHING WITH!!! FYI- thats all the ingredients in the basic white Dove bar soap. Not good for anyone of any race. I prefer to be able to pronounce the things I use and be able to identify with them. These products are not for us so why support them? There are over 1000 natural brands owned by people of color and you can check them out at WeBuyBlack. Don’t ever say I didnt do anything for you.