My AFROTICITY Pinterest album is meant to be inspirational. Some of the Black Folks are famous, some of them are people you’ll recognize, others are simply striking, in their own way, some are everyday people. They are all part of the African Diaspora: They are all us!

View the album by clicking AFROTICITY or scroll through the pictures. The scroll unfortunately, doesn’t cover the more than 1,200 photos. #blacklivesmatter #afroticity #afroism

Harriet Tubman Movie

If you are Black, like me, or a person of color (you call you what you want), before you see the latest Brad Pitt movie, see Harriet. I’m an “Ole Joe” and I like movies. I’ve seen scores and scores of them. I’ve never been more moved than I was when I watched Harriet. I could give you a movie critic version of why I thought the movie was great. I could even point out the most poignant scenes. I could tell you why I thought the supporting cast was wonderful. I’m not going to do that. Honestly and earnestly, I implore you to see Harriet.

Maybe later I’ll jump on the bandwagon that will develop demanding Cynthia Erivo be considered for an Academy Award. I’ll jump on it again when she doesn’t win or, more impossibly, when she isn’t even nominated. I’ll scream foul and racism like everyone else. In the meantime, I’ll follow all the articles about why there isn’t more advertising and better distribution. I’ll grumble about the lack of press, but, right now, simply, go see the Harriet and to use that beat up expression, you’ll be glad you did. – Chuck Vasser

ps: It’s a fantastic movie whatever your race, nationality, ethnic persuasion, who you momma was, your daddy wasn’t or your sexual orientation. After all, Janelle Monae is in it and should be considered for Best Supporting Actress.

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Vietnam Reblues

Dereliction of duty on my lover’s lips Cheap wine, marijuana and old sex Saying softly commitment Loudly NATIONTIME Smells like pampers and bad plumbing.

Vietnam was brown with a Buddha face Laugh quick ‘cause you’re dead already black.

Peace symbols and afro picks among glassine glaze and apple wine.

War was well war until a bullet in the back then it became one less lung Sweet Jesus precious air.

How’d they know I lived there F**king letter What the f**k is a draft board Motherf**kers Lottery my ass They sure did All the way to Vietnam That doesn’t sound bitter Does it.

What agents are you smoking Some known others unknown Reagents on both sides Lies and camouflage should sleep together since they piss with the same penis.

Johnny got his gun What did I get Except a dose and a case Needles all around Drink up.

Oh say can you see Sweet Land of Liberty for thee I sing.

On A Flat Stone

If I wrote your name on a flat stone and threw it into a field wildflowers would grow bees would hum hummingbirds would glide birds would walk a little slower If I threw it across a lake it would dance to the other side popping each bubble it encountered and settle on the other shore waiting for a return flight If I buried it under a black walnut tree lava would stop and compass point the gibbous moon would hide what was left of her face clouds would laugh burst and cry All this because your name was written on a sun-warmed flat stone once held in the palm of my heart and tossed away.