2012 Olympics Being here in London during the Olympic Games is interesting on many levels. The main thing that keeps running through my mind is nationality as a concept, resource, and identity. Here my reception of white people is totally different than from when I’m in the United States, Africa, or any other place unnatural to the European where they still, through an acquired history, are dominant and walk with a conscious and unconscious trampling stride. I receive that presence as arrogant, naive, ignorant, and mean. Here in the UK and across Europe I’m like, “Hey, this is your shit! Have a ball! Do ya thang!”  For example I was in Hyde Park in London where a massive (as they’d say here) group of Europeans from around the world were all gathered to watch the games and see Duran Duran rock to open the games. I was free from the heaviness I have in my chest when I watch a large group of whites party in West Oakland or break every law-law and street law when they take to Downtown Oakland for their monthly “Art Murmur”. Here I don’t feel how I felt watching European children play on Mayan ruins in Belize like a jungle gym. I don’t cry inside the way I did in Ghana watching white women play with Ghanian toddlers like puppies, paying a small dash to the babies mother for the time. Here, Europe for the Europeans is natural and fine with me! Now if only Africa for the Africans could be fine with them (and Africans). The national pride of all the various folks here is amazing and I watch it as an outsider. It is not something I can relate to, but wish to. The women’s Venezuelan volley ball team walked by me finer than a m*##!@^*&%$- but what was even finer than them was the fact that they could stand true in a national identity. Frenchman with France on a flag, and my Kenyan brothers and sisters all walk with a nation in their hearts and under their feet. Meanwhile black folks from the states walk with a complex conversation at best. Our nationhood is a compromise not a pride. Though the USA would never in far hell bring back a gold medal in basketball, track, or even gymnastics without us, that red white and blue jacket is a peculiar thing to me. Yao Ming throws his NBA jersey to the side and goes to play for China like a G! What if Kobe, LeBron, and Rose went and played for Ghana!? Man! What if they played for Hip-Hop… ?! #Good Idea

2012 Olympics

Being here in London during the Olympic Games is interesting on many levels. The main thing that keeps running through my mind is nationality as a concept, resource, and identity. Here my reception of white people is totally different than from when I’m in the United States, Africa, or any other place unnatural to the European where they still, through an acquired history, are dominant and walk with a conscious and unconscious trampling stride. I receive that presence as arrogant, naive, ignorant, and mean. Here in the UK and across Europe I’m like, “Hey, this is your shit! Have a ball! Do ya thang!” 

For example I was in Hyde Park in London where a massive (as they’d say here) group of Europeans from around the world were all gathered to watch the games and see Duran Duran rock to open the games. I was free from the heaviness I have in my chest when I watch a large group of whites party in West Oakland or break every law-law and street law when they take to Downtown Oakland for their monthly “Art Murmur”. Here I don’t feel how I felt watching European children play on Mayan ruins in Belize like a jungle gym. I don’t cry inside the way I did in Ghana watching white women play with Ghanian toddlers like puppies, paying a small dash to the babies mother for the time. Here, Europe for the Europeans is natural and fine with me! Now if only Africa for the Africans could be fine with them (and Africans).

The national pride of all the various folks here is amazing and I watch it as an outsider. It is not something I can relate to, but wish to. The women’s Venezuelan volley ball team walked by me finer than a m*##!@^*&%$- but what was even finer than them was the fact that they could stand true in a national identity. Frenchman with France on a flag, and my Kenyan brothers and sisters all walk with a nation in their hearts and under their feet. Meanwhile black folks from the states walk with a complex conversation at best. Our nationhood is a compromise not a pride. Though the USA would never in far hell bring back a gold medal in basketball, track, or even gymnastics without us, that red white and blue jacket is a peculiar thing to me. Yao Ming throws his NBA jersey to the side and goes to play for China like a G! What if Kobe, LeBron, and Rose went and played for Ghana!? Man! What if they played for Hip-Hop… ?!

#Good Idea