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Finding the exact date of the day Ice Cube refers to in his classic song “Today Was A Good Day”

hiphopfightsback:

CLUE 1:
     “Went to Short Dog’s house,
       They was watching Yo MTV RAPS”
Yo MTV RAPS first aired:
               Aug 6th 1988


CLUE 2:
Ice Cube’s single Today Was A Good Day was released on:
               Feb 23 1993


CLUE 3:
      ”The Lakers beat the SuperSonics”
Dates between Yo MTV Raps air date AUGUST 6 1988 and the release of the single FEBRUARY 23 1993 where the Lakers beat the SuperSonics:
      Nov 11 1988    114-103
      Nov 30 1988    110-106
      Apr    4 1989    115-97
      Apr  23 1989    121-117
      Jan  17 1990    100-90
      Feb  28 1990    112-107
      Mar  25 1990    116-94
      Apr  17  1990    102-101
      Jan  18  1991    105-96
      Mar  24  1991    113-96
      Apr  21  1991    103-100
      Jan  20  1992    116-110


CLUE 4:
Dates of those Lakers won over SuperSonics where it was a clear day with no Smog:
                Nov 30 1988
                Apr   4  1989
                Jan 18  1991
                Jan 20  1992


CLUE 5:
     “Got a beep from Kim, and
         She can fuck all night”
Beepers weren’t adopted by mobile phone companies until the 1990s. Dates left where mobile beepers were available to public:
                 Jan 18 1991
                 Jan 20 1992


CLUE 6:
Ice Cube starred in the film “Boyz in the Hood” that released late Summer of 1991, but was being filmed mid-late 1990 early 1991 and Ice Cube was busy on set filming the movie Jan 18 1991, too busy to be lounging around the streets with no plans. Ladies and Gentlemen….

The ONLY day where:

  • Yo MTV Raps was on air
  • It was a clear and smogless day
  • Beepers were commercially sold
  • Lakers beat the SuperSonics
  • and Ice Cube had no events to attend to was…

   —- JANUARY 20, 1992 —-
      National Good Day Day

(Data was collected by murkavenue)

christel-thoughts:

ghdos:

sandandglass:

Wayne Allyn Root - seriously, look his face in the last gif. 

This smug motherfucker.

I don’t even know whether to classify this as classism, the dehumanizing effect of capitalism, or simply “look at this fucking asshole”. The most appropriate is most likely “I’m a rich white guy; nobody’s suffering matters more than my money” - a brief synopsis of a good 65/70 % of the world’s problems.

vagabondaesthetics:

Yasiin Bey (fka Mos Def) - PSA: Stop-and-Frisk and the NYPD are on Trial

Don’t Tread on Me: Yasiin Bey (fka Mos Def) public service announcement on the harmful impact of stop and frisk on communities and how New Yorkers are taking the fight for their rights to the courts.

Learn more about the Stop and Frisk trial at: https://www.ccrjustice.org/floyd

Be part of the movement, join the Communities United for Police Reform: http://changethenypd.org/ 

Bad habits

dyemelikeasunset:

S.

She always rubs her mouth,
like there’s a secret she can’t say out loud.

Tracing her own lips to prevent a smile, a frown, or a tear.
Sometimes her real smile peeks through, but you can only see it in her squinted almond eyes; dark amber, and soft, just like that bashful grin.
Sometimes a frown shows when no one is looking, followed by a wistful sigh and a simple wipe of the palm across that silent mouth, trying to push the bad feelings and words away.
Sometimes tears roll past her knuckles; she fails to catch them at the source because she’s scared to wipe her eyes raw, so she brushes them away after they’ve fallen in the crook of her pink lips.

She always hides her mouth,
as if she’s afraid to speak.

M.

She never faces you completely,
like you’re not worth her full attention.

Averting her cold gaze, she walks with a haughty, empty stride.
Even when her striking blue eyes are pointed at you, her chin is always tilted up and shoulders set at an angle. Pompous but defensive, like a fencer ready to strike back.
Even if she gives you the courtesy of her pretty face, full-on and uninterrupted, one foot is always pointing away, ready to run at a moment’s notice.
Even though she nestles against a warm body, she thinks of another place, another time, another’s breath. She doesn’t make idle chatter because there’s nothing to talk about; so she sighs.

She never faces anyone completely,
as if there’s something she’s ashamed of.

L.

She’s always tugging her fingers,
like a child wanting attention.

Fiddling bashfully with her manicure, she watches for any eyes on her.
Her nails are always decorated with playful but detailed strokes. She makes sure to fix them every two or three days so they’re always pretty like her smile.
Her bottom lip tastes like artificial strawberry; she knows she shouldn’t chew, but the nervous habit sneaks in whenever she looks at a turned back and feels the loneliness creep up.
Her knuckles pop slightly when she pulls them and she hates the feeling; her mom says it’s bad for her, and it leaves an ache in her hand and her heart.

She’s always tugging her fingers,
as if she’ll get left behind.

J.

She can’t stop smoking,
like she can’t breathe without it.

Inhaling the sweet, burning ash into her lungs.
The fumes taste like candy and envelop her nostrils and her mind; she can think clearly now, breathe easy now, because air feels too thin in comparison.
The fumes sneak into her heart, and her chest erupts with fire; a fire that sears instead of glows, that strikes instead of soothes, and all the memories spill out like smog from her mouth.
The fumes settle and she sees ashes and loose blonde hairs at her feet; she cries because it’s an addiction she can’t curb.

She can’t stop smoking,
as if she’s trying to suffocate.

le-kif-kif:

nedahoyin:

siddharthasmama:

sourcedumal:

racemash:

The classic doll color test performed with a white child, complete with the parent’s excuses reactions

The little girl even says she picked the white figures as the good child because it “looks like me” and the dark girl as bad because “she’s dark”. When Soledad O’Brien asks the girl’s mother about it, we’re met with quite a few colorblind based excuses and “well, we just don’t talk about race”.

“We don’t talk about race!!”

And your kid is saying racist shit regardless.

That should fucking tell you something, lady.

But of course, it won’t. I bet you cash money she won’t change a thing, continuing to use that color blind bullshit.

This is why the whole idea of not discussing race with white children is bullshit. No, it won’t “taint” them. When you don’t talk about it, they still form opinions — racist ones — because they don’t know any better, so to speak. Then one day they grow up into adults that are, guess what, still racist. As Black folks, we pretty much all had “the talk” as kids/young people; our existence in this society dictates that we do, because racism is a part of our lives at an incredibly young age. Colorblind ideology has been proven to be toxic as blatant racism. And little white kids can be just as racist as their parents.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOP..!!

we dont talk about race with kids but a small child ran up to my professor’s wife and said she had a terrorist baby.

we dont talk about race with kids but white children were encouraged to go to lynchings to see white supremacy. because (trigger warning: graphic details) jesse washington, whose charred body is floating around on tumblr posts, had his teeth yanked out by white children so they could sell them as lynching souvenirs.

we dont talk about race with kids but kids clearly PICK UP ON RACE. many POC parents dont explicitly discuss race but clearly, white ppl, kids pick up on it!!

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