The N-word: Creating a Community or Repeating a Cycle of Hate? Part 1

According to Tolerance.org, the n-word is “the ultimate insult— a word that has tormented generations of African Americans. Yet over time, it has become a popular term of endearment by the descendants of the very people who once had to endure it.” To me, it is a derogatory term that I don’t use. However, when this topic first arose, I instantly wanted to know more about it. As a person of mixed race, I felt that— to talk about the issue— I needed more insight into the people of the black community who use the word. I interviewed my fellow students right here at MSA as well as a former classmate at my previous school. Here’s what they had to say:

Do you use the n-word?  Why or why not?

“No, I don’t because I find it very degrading,” says Elijah Karriem, an MSA vocal.

Another vocal student, Cedrick Smith, agreed with Karriem’s response, saying that the word derives from hate. However, there are many other students who do use the word for a variety of reasons.

For example, Carter Skipwith, an MSA literary student, said:  “Yes, I grew up in an all-black neighborhood. It was the ghetto, I guess. Also, my school was majority black. My friends said it, my classmates said it, a lot of adults in my life said it, so I said ‘Okay, this is common’. Now that I’m older and around different groups of people, I have to understand that not everyone takes it as lightly as me. I probably use it the way people use crap, like ‘oh crap!’. That’s just how I was raised. My mom doesn’t say it though, but my grandma says it and she’s like my second mom.”

Stephyne Weathersby, MSA literary, says this about the word: “I never say it as a demeaning word. The way the word originated is horrible, but I think the black community turned the word from something that was demeaning into something you can bond with; it’s a connection among black people, ya’know? It’s so beautiful how we’ve transformed this word.”

Weathersby’s response prompted me to ask the very question that this piece is entitled.

Do you think that the n-word is creating a community or repeating a cycle of hate?

Smith says, “Racism is in the DNA of America, and words like that are what keep racism in the threads of America. If we keep using it as a free slang word, we are basically whitewashing our own history. So, it is repeating a cycle of hate.”

On the contrary, Skipwith says, “I feel like it just depends. I feel like it could build a community if people weren’t so hateful, but it all depends on what you’ve been taught. If people didn’t teach hate with that word, I believe that it could build a community. It would break a racial barrier; it would break a cultural difference, but there are still people in the world teaching and rehearsing hate. Honestly, though, we could just get rid of the word in general— there’s so many possibilities.”

However, a student from my former school said this, “Well, I am white, which shouldn’t make a difference, but no. However, I believe that it was once used to degrade a community, so I wouldn’t recommend affiliating it with one.”

Because this student is not a person of color, I asked the controversial question:

Do you think that people of other ethnicities should use the n-word?

He says, “I believe that, in a way, that’s using something that was once used against the oppressed to oppress others, which I can understand, but I don’t believe is okay. It’s still oppression, just less direct. I believe everyone should use the word or no one.”

Similarly, Smith says, “It’s a word that’s used so freely that most people don’t understand the severity of it. The way the black community uses the word makes other people feel like they can use the word, as well. And if you say that the word is being used for good now, then you can’t tell others they can’t use it because then what good is that doing?”

However, Weathersby says, “I wish we could go back to the time where that word didn’t mean what it means, but it does. There’s no changing that, so respect has to be given. I’d feel so uncomfortable if a white person was talking to me they called me a nigga like that’s hands-off because that makes me feel like they’re talking above me because that’s what the word meant. So, that’s just how I feel about white people saying it. I don’t think they should say it. And the white people who think it’s fun and cool to say, I look at them in a certain way because that’s not fun or cool for them to say because they don’t know the background of it, ya know? And there’s some white people who don’t think it’s a big deal, but you have to make them realize that it is a big deal. Because some schools haven’t even ever really taught black history, so they really don’t know. Like you know Martin, you know Malcolm, but you don’t really go into it, and that’s a problem. That’s a real problem.”

The n-word has been desensitized. It is a word that’s used so commonly and freely that most people don’t know the history of it, like Weathersby and Smith said. So, I asked another MSA student what they thought.

Azya Lyons, a literary arts student, said this: “It does, but it shouldn’t make them too comfortable to where they feel like it resonates with them. It shouldn’t because it just doesn’t.”

Furthermore, Skipwith says, “I think that the n-word has been desensitized to us as a way to get rid of “racism”. People will try to say that we shouldn’t dwell on that, but it happened, and it’s still not fixed. Saying the n-word so loosely has been implemented in the black community which makes others think that it’s okay to say it. But I think it started as a way to try and eliminate racism, but it’s not working. And the word still has underlying racist tones. And we’re trying to use something that was hateful before to make peace and it’s just not working. It’s just black people saying, ‘That’s our word and we gone reclaim it, but you best not’.”

 

[Part 2 coming soon]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

am i just the shy girl?

From an early age I was scared of new  people. I have multiple stories of embarrassing occurrences because of this. I want to share them with you, and also show you how I have changed over the years.

Embarrassing Situation #1

It was the night we were to take my brother to karate. I brought my coloring books, and my brother brought his karate clothes. At the time, my brother was trying to convince me to join karate. I always made up the excuse that I was mean enough to protect myself. I was only around 7.

So I sat outside the dojo with my coloring books. I even acquired a new friend who colored with me. Until, the urge to use the restroom came (oh no).

You would think that I would just go in there and ask my dad to take me. In fact, I did walk in there, but I got really scared. Scared of what? The sensei, because he frightened me for no real reason.

I headed back outside, and was in distress. My coloring books could not keep my mind off of my bladder. So then, the sidewalk turned into liquid.

I lost my new friend that day (which is understandable). I was mortified, and my dad wondered why I didn’t ask him. It seemed simple to him, but I was extremely shy.

Embarrassing (just sad actually) Situation #2

In 3rd grade I went to a private school. I grew up with the people around me, and became close to them. It was a church-school, so I went to church there. It was like my safe place. Until we went to another church.

It’s sad really, because I was in 8th grade back then (which wasn’t long ago). I was so awkward when I went to this new church. I despised going to their youth group. Why? Because everyone had their cliques, and I was over there being friends with the teacher. Now that’s pretty sad.

You could argue that I was more mature than my peers, and I preferred more intelligent conversations. That’s not the case though. I wanted to make friends, but I never did. I always made things uncomfortable.

Sad Situation #3

Yeah, I cannot call this embarrassing anymore because it is just sad…

It was 2019 in the summer, and I was at an event with several people I didn’t know. I started to look around, and all of the sudden my breath started to quicken. My eyes widened, and I teared up. I drank my drink a little to fast. My mom was concerned.

I had to go to the restroom. I couldn’t let people see me cry. I closed the bathroom stall and cried. It was too much for me. I couldn’t take it.

I went back into the event room, and my breath started to quicken again. My mom realized it was because of the people. We went outside and I started hyperventilating, and apologizing.

Maybe I wasn’t just shy after all. Maybe it was more than that…

Me Currently (not a sad situation):

I have been doing much better since I have been at MSA. Sure, there is a lot of people, but they are my people. It has really allowed me to be myself, and not think too much about my social anxiety.

Yes, it is much more than just shyness. It does not define who I am though! My social events throughout life have been awkward, but I am okay with that.

Although, I still have a rough time, I want to encourage others like me to not discredit yourself. Even though you may be the one that sits in the corner, or even uses your phone as a crutch, you are much more than your anxiety (or even shyness). You have your very own lovely personality, and don’t let anyone cover over that with the label: shy person.

Social situations are too much sometimes. I understand how you feel, but I know you are more than that. You’ve got this, I believe in you 😉

Instagram caption ideas

If any of you are like me, then you STRUGGLE to find a cute Instagram caption that isn’t too “Hey, look at me! I know I’m pretty and I want everyone else to know that too, so I’m going to use this super vain song lyric!” But, you also don’t want something boring like an emoji because you can’t find the caption, y’ know?

Lucky for you, I keep lyrics in my notes that I might use one day as a caption and I decided to share them with you. I know, I know, I’m just so nice. You’re welcome.

Ok, I’m gonna stop rambling now and let you read the captions 🙂

 

“somewhere between in love and broken”- Again, Noah Cyrus ft. XXXTentacion

“you make my heart beat like the rain”- Electric Love, BORNS

“she’s sweet like candy in my veins”- Electric Love, BORNS

“you think you’re in love but you just wanna be loved” Anyone But You, Ava Max

“it’s like you’re on repeat” Alone, I Prevail

“’cause i’d rather be alone, but you’re fermented in my bones”- Habits Of My Heart, Jaymes Young

“i could show you love”- Safe and Sound, Capital Cities

“there’s no regrets, i just thought it was fun”- Heaven, Julia Michaels

“looks sweet, but the devil’s in the details”- Leviathan, G- Eazy ft. Sam Martin

“only time i feel pain is when i’m feeling love”- Everybody Dies In Their Nightmares, XXXTentacion

“love me, take me to outer space”- Electric, Alina Baraz ft. Khalid

“lost in between space and paradise”- Paradise Lost, John Gillies

“gold’s fake and real love hurts”- hostage, Billie Eilish

“do i cross your mind?”- BANG!, Trippie Redd

“been dyin’ to get you dizzy”- Dizzy On The Comedown, Turnover

“teenage dirtbag”- Teenage Dirtbag, Wheatus

“pardon the way that i stare, there’s nothing else to compare”- Can’t Take My Eyes Off You, Lauryn Hill

“hurts but i know how to hide it”- My Strange Addiction, Billie Eilish

“you know just how to hold a sucker down”- Make Me (Cry), Noah Cyrus ft. Labrinth

“trouble usually finds me”- Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban

“i admit that i’m a ‘lil messed up, but i can hide it when i’m all dressed up”- needy, Ariana Grande

“better now”- better now, Post Malone

“just peachy”- unknown

“lost in a world that doesn’t exist”- Tumblr

“all the clouds in me are raining”- All The Clouds In Me Are Raining, Mister Write

“something’s on my mind, always in my head space”- lovely., Billie Eilish ft. Khalid

“if i’m religious, you’re the one that i believe in.”-Live Or Die, Noah Cyrus ft. Lil Xan

 

Most of these are song quotes but there are a few book quotes in there. Feel free to add a few of your own if you want. 🙂 peace out, girl scout.

Being stabbed By Bailey in the delta

I told Katie to pick A or B, and she picked B. So, I’m going to tell a story about something that starts with B.

Before I get into the story itself, I need to give a little Backstory. So, out of all of my immediate cousins on my Birth mother’s side, I am the 4th oldest; first, there’s Tristian, then Blarrington (we called him Boo-Boo), Shawn, then me, then Shaykera (Shay and I were Born in the same year; I was May, she was August). So, Being that Shay and I were the oldest girls, we had the longer legs, so were  the faster of the girls. And, even though Shay and I are the same age, I’m taller, so my legs were even longer. That will come into play around, roughly, the middle of the story.

So, one very hot and humid day in the Delta (Greenville, to Be exact), my cousins and I were at our grandparents’ house. I, at the time, was about 7 or 8. We were sentenced outside, my grandmother had gotten mad at us for stabbing an air mattress with a fork, and we were Bored out of minds Because our newest past time activity was ripped away from us By an angry 50-something year old lady. We were over it.

Side note; on her land, she had a nicely sized front yard. On that front yard, there was a drive way made of rocks. Nice, shiny, harmless rocks.

Or so I thought.

 

While Shawn and I were deliberating what to do, Bailey, the Baby of all the children, Began to look around. She didn’t seem to Be looking for anything specifically, But she did seem interested in the pretty, shiny rocks, so none of us thought anything of it. Then Shawn and I had the most Beautiful idea known to man: we are going to race a half mile down the street to the park, turn around at the park, race Back to the house, and the first one Back would get someone else to steal them an extra Popsicle.  With the stakes Being so high, we had to really show out, or we could kiss that ‘sicle goodbye.

 

Shawn and I went first, beings that we were the older ones. After us would be Shay and Corrine, after that Niema and Niami (they’re twins), then Bailey to bring up the rear.

Shawn and I go, and almost immediately, I face plant. I fell hard, earning me a bruised ribcage and ego, Bloody hand, and probably a minor concussion. But, I refused to get out of that race. So, I get up and I haul……Butt. And, pretty soon, he and I are neck and neck. Then, the others start to file in behind us. So, we get to the park, we turn, and I’m in the lead. And, about half way Back to the trailer, I feel a sharp pain in the Bruised side of my Body. I fall out, hollering in anguish and Shawn sits Beside me.  He’s yelling and looks at Bailey, a sharp rock in her little chubby fist.

So, long story short, no one in my family knows about this story except for the kids involved, and even then they most likely forgot about it. And, Boy did I enjoy my extra Popsicle.

 

 

I promise this story is true.

how i ‘survived’ msa auditions

I would like to share a little backstory on how I found out about Mississippi School of the Arts before I delve into my story. So I was with my good friend back in (about) 8th grade when we randomly searched up this school while having a sleepover. We thought it would be so cool to go there (I was mainly intrigued by the writing program), and after that I never thought about it again.

Until, 2018 when I passed by MSA on the way to see my friends play. I began asking questions, and set my mind to going there.


So here I am now at the lovely MSA-best decision of my life (and also the most wise).

But how did I get here? How was the audition process? How am I liking it now?

Well, I plan to answer all of those questions, and more that you may have in this blog post. So stay with me, okay?

I had to go online for starters (the MSA website). I frequently checked for when they would open audition applications, and I believe they opened in November?

Anyway, in December I went to experience MSA day (which you should go to if you are interested). It was such an amazing environment, and I really wanted to go there even more after that.

But first, I had to put hard work into my portfolio. Which consisted of memorizing a monologue, and doing several writing pieces (some writing styles I had not done before). There were also recommendations etc. that I had to turn in. If you did not realize it, I auditioned for both theater and literary (though writing is my passion).

I’m not going to lie to you, I did not truly start writing until January, and did not practice my monologue until the weekend before I had to do it (yes, I am a procrastinator). I got it all done though!

Then…it was audition weekend *cue horrifying scream* DUH DUH DUH! Yeah, I was kind of freaking out on the inside because you basically get one chance to audition(no pressure).

I was extremely nervous for my theater audition because I had not truly acted in a long time. I also just recently learned the monologue, as previously stated (good going).

The first audition I went to was for literary. It did not involve speaking, so I was completely fine. We were given a prompt that we had to write about in a certain time. It was not that stressful, but I had doubts that I would get into that discipline.

Then my theater audition was next(*internally screams*). Boy oh boy was I scared. I was escorted to the black box room, a timer was set, and I began(I was nervous). Then I had to switch the mood/tone of my monologue (If it was sad, do it happy this time). Then I did a cold read which wasn’t too bad. But that movement improvisation… was not good(at least to me). It’s where you, for example, walk sad then walk angry.

So basically I truly believed I bombed my auditions and my dreams of going to this school was over. My audition process was not over yet though. I still had to have an interview about basic things (just making sure you are good to be here). That part was not as stressful as I thought it would be (it was the simplest part actually).

Auditions were over, and I had no idea if I would get in or not. My mind was saying that I probably was not. But, a word of advice, do not doubt your abilities.

It was weeks after auditions on a Thursday. I was really hoping that the letter would of come in sooner. I checked the mail, and nothing was there. Disappointed, I went inside and waited for my mom to take me out to eat.

In the car she was talking about how the letter probably got lost in the mail. I thought I was just not getting accepted into MSA. I was really upset about that.

Until, we sat down in the restaurant and my mom pulled out a letter. It was the MSA letter! I was both shocked and doubtful that I would get in still. My mom’s face said that she already saw that I got in.

Here’s the video 😉

Okay, I know the video is a bit cringey, but I mean that was my raw reaction so…

To my surprise I got into both literary and theater. I was baffled, and actually cried because I was so happy. All that work paid off.

Now, I am here and I truly love this place. I have really come out of my shell(that sounds weird) since being here. I have amazing friends, and am able to write everyday- which I have been loving.

So if you are even thinking about coming here (if you are in 10th grade), I would highly encourage you to start working on what you need(check the MSA website). Follow your passions, and do not let fear drive you away from them!

If you do plan to audition, I wish you good luck and strength. It is possible. You can do it!

 

Cloudy Day- Short Film Review

For the second episode or second post, whatever you want to call it, of my short film review series, I present Cloudy Day. Directed by Kamelia Chabane, Adrien Flanquart, Emeric Malvat, and Benjamin Tussiot, who were students at ESMA, a school for applied arts. Now this particular film is 7:33, and doesn’t contain any dialogue but it features music along with the occasional sounds from the characters. This is an animated film but  who doesn’t love a good animated movie? This took me back to my childhood when I would sit at the tv all day and just watch cartoons all day. The message in this film can be taken many ways–it really depends on how you perceive it. For me, I took the message as giving more than what was asked. It isn’t particularly a negative message but it isn’t exactly positive either. The film is actually quite uplifting but I guess my tainted mind see’s the negative side in things alongside the positive. The film itself is really good and the features of the characters force the audience to wonder where the setting is in this film. Overall, I’d give this film a 9/10, simply because I personally would’ve enjoyed a little more context of the setting and characters. Watch it and tell me how you think below!

Ads for Classical Music

In this blog post, I want to promote one of the most underrated genres of all time: classical music. And although I possess little knowledge of creating advertisements, I write this in hopes of ending at least one hiatus. After seeing this, perhaps Mozart will finally release his next album.


Gabriel Fauré: Pavane, Op. 50: The beginning has such a smooth approach besides the repeating plucking sound. And when the intro begins to lose its flavor, unexpected crescendos hit you out of nowhere. Listen to this pavane solely for the crescendos. Yes, they are only featured for a small portion of the piece’s duration, but they are worth the soft droning of stringed instruments and the building plucking sound. I recommend you listen to this while writing sad poetry. Rewind it back to the crescendos every five seconds for the desirable effect. Or, if you have an aversion to writing, listen to this while brushing your teeth. Overall rating: 7/10

Emile Pandolfi: Once Upon a December (piano version): The introduction is reminiscent of rain. And when the rain grows less apparent, you view the droplets on the window as the sky’s tears—how poetic. This piece distorts reality. Even if you sit beneath a scalding sun in tall grass, you immediately find yourself on a window seat, face pressed against cool glass as the outside world bleeds blue-grey. This piece will elicit such sorrow, prompting you to mourn the loss of the sun even with peeling skin. And the end arrives almost peacefully, as if accepting its fate. The rain lingers, however. Overall rating: 9/10

Claude Debussy: Nocturne (1892): You are first introduced to an ominous setting. The wind rustles every leaf, impossibly bending the trees. The sky darkens, bristling with electricity and anticipation. And then the rain comes. In comparison, it does not feel as heavy-hearted, as moody. It almost strikes you as a dear memory. But then it darkens because you realize the memory has escaped you, and you now sit in a storm that tears the trees apart. You kind of withdraw from the situation, becoming numb to your surroundings. But the rain continues to fall, rolling down your face. Overall rating: 9/10

Claude Debussy: Clair de Lune: While listening to this piece, you feel as if you are taking a midnight stroll, the moonlight as your sole companion. The piano plays softly, and you reflect upon the lingering nostalgia that appeared with the moonlight. It is all so bittersweet. You step in puddles and shatter the moon into a million shards, pulling your coat around your shoulders. And you feel that a dream world has entrapped you. You feel utterly devoured by nostalgia, and you allow yourself to sink into it—nevermind the austerity of the omnipresent moon. Although you may not take midnight strolls regularly, this piece is absolutely beautiful and will, perhaps, inspire you creatively. I recommend listening to this while alone at Taco Bell, as it amplifies the tragedy of the situation. Overall rating: 10/10


I am by no means a professional critic, so please do not mistake my sloppy opinions for concrete evidence. And I would also like to apologize to the prestigious fans of classical music and Mozart. I am sorry, Mozart. I should not have included you in my cruel humor. That is all.

How I’m Feeling

I’m in a constant state of movement. I rarely find time to just relax. To just lay down on my bed, eat a bunch of junk food, and watch Netflix. Even on the weekends, my time is occupied with school work. I mean hard and a lot of work isn’t the problem, I’m used to that part. But the part I’m not used to is the feeling of not having enough time to actually do the work. So my usual relax time is erase and my work time takes over. I mean I don’t even have the feeling of satisfaction when I finish my task because I have more assignments to do the next day.

Being here changed everything about my schedule, although I seem to believe that have a quite alright schedule work out. I have to remember to incorporate self-care in my schedule because that’s what’s important. Without self-care, your self-esteem becomes vulnerable for anyone to damage. Having strong self-esteem is the base of who you are and how other people see you. Self-love is something I’m learning and trying to incorporate into my daily routine.

For now on I’m going to revamp my schedule to add self-care into it. I’m hoping being here is helping me grow into a better self. However, I just have to remember what’s important is my mental health.