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Frankly, I write to say what the hell I wanna say without repercussions like losing my job! I write because it gives me a sense of freedom and makes me feel better when I am having a bad day. I write to share the voices in my head, the ones I’ve been told I channel and who make great characters. I write because it releases my tension and stress. I write because I hope to get paid for it one day sooner than later. I write because I think, hell I know I’m damn good at it. I write because I am confident in who I am. I write because writing takes you places you may not be able to afford – money or time. I write because everyone knows good writers with great storylines are unique. I write because it’s all about me and how I feel regardless of what people may say. I write to tell truths that can be told through fiction. I write to educate and inspire the masses. I write to offer information to people who want to hear it. I write because there are so many people and stories people need to hear. I write to bring life to my life and keep it interesting. I write because it is better than watching boring ass television. I write to get to know myself on a deeper level. I write to dispel myths perhaps or create them. I write to compete. I write to boost my ego. I write to say all the things I can’t verbalize. I write to enhance my skillset and keep it on point. I write to let go of the anger, hurt and paid caused by people who I trusted. I write to yell loud when it’s quiet and I can’t. I write to fight back when I don’t feel like fighting back. I write because I can use an alias and be incognito. I write when I don’t feel like doing anything else. I write for the hell of it. I write to kick ass. I write to talk bad about somebody who deserves it. I write because I get paid for some of it. I write because I’ve been doing it for years and there’s no need to quit now. I write because I like to dream. I write to see what else comes out of my head and soul. I write because it offers a way to connect spiritually. I write because it is powerful, words are powerful and it makes me feel empowered. I write because many people don’t anymore. I write to do something other than be on a cell or internet doing something not so constructive. I write to show others how it’s done. I write day for others to enjoy. I write because it is a great way to communicate when you don’t want to speak. I write to clear my when it runs amuck. I write to write to write to write. I write to turn the gibberish into something worth reading about.
So Dammit, take the time to read again!
When it comes to all the bad news in general, or hoopla surrounding today’s celebrities, I rarely hear about it unless my daughter sends me a link to a story. I sigh when I take the time to read or skim through ’em. I want to share my thoughts on many, but I barely have time to work on my fiction series, which I feel is more important. At least among those pages, I can speak my truth through my characters. But I will take time to share my thoughts on the Omari Hardwick story about fans screaming about his new wife because it brings up angry feelings for me but not in the way that you think.
When I first read the story and Omari Hardwick’s responses, I said to myself really? What is all the uproar about, especially, coming from Omari Hardwick who felt he needed to send out 200 tweets to defend his right to marry who he chooses? 200 tweets to tell everyone to either “shut the fuck up” or “stop talking about my wife!” Well here’s to you Mr. Hardwick – boohoo. I hope you are over it. We all know that this is a cruel world full of cruel people and when you are in the public eye you can expect to get trashed sooner or later. Just ask our first black President Barack Obama who gets cursed out the minute he wakes up; his black kids get trashed and his beautiful black wife Michelle isn’t immune. Many in the public call this black woman ugly, an angry black woman and everything else but a child of God. However, both Bo and Mo have handled the public scrutiny and cruelty with style and grace. So, Omari Hardwick, if anything, you should have broke-out a bottle of the best champagne (y’all can afford it) and toasted your wife and said “Well honey welcome to sisterhood. Now you know what it feels like to be a black woman!”
Uh-huh. The public has been rather unkind to a black woman’s looks, saying we don’t meet the grade unless we look like Beyoncé. I brought up this subject when Michael Jordan married his white wife and 6,000 people took to Yahoo to talk about how ugly, stanky and worthless black women were and that is the reason black men no longer wanted to marry them. Well you haters on Omari, if you think his wife is ugly, then looks are not the reason black men don’t marry black women. When you get right down to it, black women have taken the worst heat when it comes to perceived beauty in this country. The disgusting remarks by those invisible chatroom assholes piss me the hell off. Y’all know if you came out in public, you wouldn’t dare say anything because you’d be setting yourself up for a beatdown.
Frankly, I was surprised that anyone made such remarks against the new Mrs. Hardwick. She’s white. Generally, black men are applauded for marrying white women regardless of what people perceive to be beautiful. I know people think Jordan’s wife is fine. I still can’t see it but hey, that is another topic indeed: “beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.”
As for Omari Hardwick, he has the right to say what he wants. But I hate to say this “celebs.” The folks talking don’t give a damn. They could care less about your responses, which Omari’s no doubt came straight from his anger and emotion. Hmm. Surprises me that Hardwick’s wife, who is a publicist, didn’t tell him to chill for a minute and respond later with some sense. I read some of Hardwick’s comments and they didn’t make a bit of sense to me. Some of what he said may have been important, but it may be all for not.
In that vein, as a PR person, I have to remind myself what to say to the public and how to say it when they piss me the hell off. In my world, when I am not doing Amanishakhete, I am publicly attacked and still talked about in the newspaper in association with former companies I’ve worked for or headed. My attorney, I keep on retainer, tells me to stay cool and refrain from engaging with the public, trying to defend myself, my choices or my work. It’s a waste of time unless it is a clear case of defamation. Then we get paid. Well I haven’t been that lucky – yet.
So, meanwhile, I guess the lesson here is how best to respond. Or maybe not. Or maybe just keep it short and sweet and say, for example, STFU (shut the fuck up). Or wait a day or two and respond with grace and candor like the President. Beyoncé learned that lesson quickly after she told her fans to mind their own business after her sister went off on JayZ in the elevator. She must have heard me telling her off all the way from Wilsonville. After all, the fans in her business, made her the almost billionaire she is today. Immediately, the next day, she came out with a much eloquent statement no doubt written by her PR team who had to remind her she’s a public figure who’s still getting paid big money.
Yep. Celebrities are human too. But being a public figure has its downfalls. Things haven’t changed since I learned about the plight of public figures in High School Econ and Political Science (umpteen years ago) and how those attacking public figures have the right to exercise free speech. We can spend our time shouting back at the free speech haters, but what good will it do? It may make us feel better, but in the end what a waste of time. I’d rather just get paid.
Meanwhile, I have 4 words for those who hate this post or who want to talk about my future boo who may end up being a white man ’cause unlike other sista’s I ain’t waiting for another brotha who may never come along, or one who thinks you should marry him just because… My 4 words are WGAF “Who gives a fuck!” At the end of the day, I still plan to watch my man Omari on the new series Power on Starz (new season starts next summer). He’s quite nice to look at and that ass speaks volumes. I know his wife is having the time of her life. Frankly, I’ll take looking at Mr. fine Omari over rapper 50 cent any day. So Omari, stay cool. Next June is a long time coming.