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rrlstudentresearch:

8 Types of Niggas

“1. Close Friend, someone who got yo back, yo “main nigga.” 
2. Rooted in blackness and the Black experience. From a middle-aged social worker: “That Brotha ain’t like dem ol e-lights, he real, he a shonuff nigga” 
3. Generic, neutral reference to African Americans. From a 30 something college educated Sista: “The party was live, it was wall to wall niggaz there”
4. A sista’s man/lover/partner. from the beauty shop. “Guess we ain’t gon be seein too much of girlfriend no mo since she got herself a new nigga” From Hip Hop artist Foxy brown, “Ain’t no nigga like the on I got.” 
5. Rebellious, fearless unconventional, in-yo-face Black man. From former NBA superstar Charles Barkley, “Nineties niggas… The DailyNews, The Inquirer has been on my back… They want their Black Athletes to be Uncle Tom. I told you white boys you’ve never heard of a 90s nigga. We do what we want to do” quoted in The Source, December 1992). 
6. Vulgar, disrespectful Black Person, antisocial, conforming to negative sterotype of African Americans. From former Hip Hop group Arrested Development, in their best-selling song, “People Everyday” 1992: A black man actin like a nigga… got stomped by an African” 
7. A cool, down person, rooted in Hip Hop and black culture, regardless of race, used today by non-blacks to refer to other non-Blacks. 
8. Anyone engaged in inappropriate, negative behavior; in this sense, Blacks may even apply the term to White folk. According to African American scholar Clarence Major’s From Juba to Jive, Queen Latifah was quoted in Newsweek as criticizing the US government with these words. “Those niggers don’t know what the fuck they doing”
― H. Samy Alim

rrlstudentresearch:

8 Types of Niggas

“1. Close Friend, someone who got yo back, yo “main nigga.” 

2. Rooted in blackness and the Black experience. From a middle-aged social worker: “That Brotha ain’t like dem ol e-lights, he real, he a shonuff nigga” 

3. Generic, neutral reference to African Americans. From a 30 something college educated Sista: “The party was live, it was wall to wall niggaz there”

4. A sista’s man/lover/partner. from the beauty shop. “Guess we ain’t gon be seein too much of girlfriend no mo since she got herself a new nigga” From Hip Hop artist Foxy brown, “Ain’t no nigga like the on I got.” 

5. Rebellious, fearless unconventional, in-yo-face Black man. From former NBA superstar Charles Barkley, “Nineties niggas… The DailyNews, The Inquirer has been on my back… They want their Black Athletes to be Uncle Tom. I told you white boys you’ve never heard of a 90s nigga. We do what we want to do” quoted in The Source, December 1992). 

6. Vulgar, disrespectful Black Person, antisocial, conforming to negative sterotype of African Americans. From former Hip Hop group Arrested Development, in their best-selling song, “People Everyday” 1992: A black man actin like a nigga… got stomped by an African” 

7. A cool, down person, rooted in Hip Hop and black culture, regardless of race, used today by non-blacks to refer to other non-Blacks. 

8. Anyone engaged in inappropriate, negative behavior; in this sense, Blacks may even apply the term to White folk. According to African American scholar Clarence Major’s From Juba to Jive, Queen Latifah was quoted in Newsweek as criticizing the US government with these words. “Those niggers don’t know what the fuck they doing”

― H. Samy Alim


WINNER - EMPTY
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EMPTY - WINNER from WINNER S/S

WINNER - EMPTY 

Composed by: B.I , P.K
Lyrics: B.I, BOBBY,MINO
Arranged by: P.K

Translated Lyrics:

Looking at myself in the mirror
It’s as if I’m empty
Even when I try walking down this path alone
It’s a vacant distance and it feels empty
Da ra dat dat dat dat dat dat, 
Baby don’t worry
I woke up from a dream called you
And this morning’s reality seems so empty

I greet the morning and rise into consciousness
What wakes me up is an alarm that isn’t you
Why is this damn bed so wide
As if it’s a hard place to reach I close my eyes to my feelings, and watch only the wind

I’m a I’m an empty shell coward without you
The looks of sympathy from the people around me
They just kill me, No! what a day
This is what I think of, before starting the day

Looking at myself in the mirror, It’s as if I’m empty
(A smileless expression)
Even when I try walking down a path alone, it’s a vacant distance and it feels empty
(Silent, like my heart)
Da ra dat dat dat dat dat dat Baby don’t worry 
(Da dat dat dat da ra)
I woke up from a dream called you, And this morning’s reality seems so empty
(My heart is so empty)

You come out in the end, my dear
But where are we right now
It has all become memories, we were hapy
Don’t forget me, let’s meet again

Those nice days, and those sad days
Those dreadful days, those happy happy days
Now the memories are gone along with the time that went by
We, who were stuck in the past, are over
It’s as if we’ve returned to reality
My reason for living disappears, and my mind is in chaos
When I wake up in the morning, it feels like my heart is empty
Like the emptiness I feel before I see you

Looking at myself in the mirror, It’s as if I’m empty
(A smileless expression)
Even when I try walking down a path alone, it’s a vacant distance and it feels empty
(Silent, like my heart)
Da ra dat dat dat dat dat dat Baby don’t worry 
(Da dat dat dat da ra)
I woke up from a dream called you, And this morning’s reality seems so empty
(My heart is so empty)

You come out in the end, my dear
But where are we right now
It has all become memories, we were hapy
Don’t forget me, let’s meet again

I continue walking, with my eyes closed, more and more
It becomes slower doesn’t it, as time goes by
I have no regrets, just a bit of disappointments
I don’t want to see you and, you’re just not there

I get more and more fearful, it’s not like before
(An smileless expression)
I’m scared of looking at myself who’s just growing week
(Silent, like my heart)
The fog is thick around me when you’re not there
(Da ra da ra ra ra ra dat)
I wake up from a dream called you to a morning of reality

Come to me in the end (Come to me in the end)
My dear, where are you (Where are you)
Where are we now

It has all become memories, we were happy (We werer happy)
Don’t forget me (Don’t forget me)
Let’s meet again

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humansofnewyork:

"Let me tell you what’s happening to me. I’m on the PTA at my child’s school, the Secondary School of Journalism in Park Slope. I’m currently advocating on behalf of my child, and seventeen other children whose parents don’t speak English. These kids are from Ecuador, Peru, El Salvador, Dominican Republic, everywhere. These kids have all done very well on their Regent’s exams— I’m talking 90/95th percentile. Very smart kids. They were on their way toward qualifying for an Advanced Regents government scholarship,that would give their parents badly needed money to help in their education. But the fine print of that scholarship says the children need three full years of a foreign language. 
And the principal at the school FIRED the Spanish teacher. She is not hiring another foreign language teacher for an entire year, effectively disqualifying all these kids from that scholarship they need. When we try to talk with her about it, she acts like she doesn’t owe us an explanation. When we try to call the Board of Education, they tell us to put it in writing. They get us all excited. They have us think if we write a nice letter, and use good grammar, and use all the correct punctuation, something will happen. Meanwhile another year passes, and nothing. And the kids don’t get their scholarship. You know something like this would never happen at a nice Manhattan school like Stuyvesant.
We’ve got a new mayor and a new chancellor. So we aren’t blaming them. But they need to know how impossible they’ve made it to help our kids. Trying to get something fixed in these schools is like praying to some false God. You call and email hoping that God is listening, and nothing happens. Meanwhile the kids suffer. All these parents that I’m representing are good, simple people. They say: ‘Don’t worry Annette, God is going to fix it. God will make it right.’ I love them. And I love God. But I tell them: ‘God won’t fix it! We’ve got to fix it!’”




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humansofnewyork:

"Let me tell you what’s happening to me. I’m on the PTA at my child’s school, the Secondary School of Journalism in Park Slope. I’m currently advocating on behalf of my child, and seventeen other children whose parents don’t speak English. These kids are from Ecuador, Peru, El Salvador, Dominican Republic, everywhere. These kids have all done very well on their Regent’s exams— I’m talking 90/95th percentile. Very smart kids. They were on their way toward qualifying for an Advanced Regents government scholarship,that would give their parents badly needed money to help in their education. But the fine print of that scholarship says the children need three full years of a foreign language. 

And the principal at the school FIRED the Spanish teacher. She is not hiring another foreign language teacher for an entire year, effectively disqualifying all these kids from that scholarship they need. When we try to talk with her about it, she acts like she doesn’t owe us an explanation. When we try to call the Board of Education, they tell us to put it in writing. They get us all excited. They have us think if we write a nice letter, and use good grammar, and use all the correct punctuation, something will happen. Meanwhile another year passes, and nothing. And the kids don’t get their scholarship. You know something like this would never happen at a nice Manhattan school like Stuyvesant.

We’ve got a new mayor and a new chancellor. So we aren’t blaming them. But they need to know how impossible they’ve made it to help our kids. Trying to get something fixed in these schools is like praying to some false God. You call and email hoping that God is listening, and nothing happens. Meanwhile the kids suffer. All these parents that I’m representing are good, simple people. They say: ‘Don’t worry Annette, God is going to fix it. God will make it right.’ I love them. And I love God. But I tell them: ‘God won’t fix it! We’ve got to fix it!’”


theatlantic:

A Dictator’s Guide to Urban Design

Ukraine is the size of Texas, but for the last three months its burgeoning protest movement has largely crowded into the space of 10 city blocks.

The name for the movement itself, Euromaidan, is a neologism fusing the prefix euro, a nod to the opposition’s desire to move closer to the EU and away from Russia, with the Ukrainian (and originally Persian and Arabic) word maidan, or public square. And the term is about more than situating the demonstrations in Kiev’s Independence Square (Maidan Nezalezhnosti). Ukraine may be located in Europe geographically, but many of the protesters also see Europe as an idea, one that ”implies genuine democracy, trustworthy police and sincere respect for human rights.” 

The name speaks to an increasingly universal phenomenon as well: the public square as an epicenter of democratic expression and protest, and the lack of one—or the deliberate manipulation of such a space—as a way for autocrats to squash dissent through urban design.
Not all revolutions have been centered in public squares, but many recent ones have, including several in former Soviet states.
Read more. [Image: Olga Yakimovich/Reuters]
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theatlantic:

A Dictator’s Guide to Urban Design

Ukraine is the size of Texas, but for the last three months its burgeoning protest movement has largely crowded into the space of 10 city blocks.

The name for the movement itself, Euromaidan, is a neologism fusing the prefix euro, a nod to the opposition’s desire to move closer to the EU and away from Russia, with the Ukrainian (and originally Persian and Arabic) word maidan, or public square. And the term is about more than situating the demonstrations in Kiev’s Independence Square (Maidan Nezalezhnosti). Ukraine may be located in Europe geographically, but many of the protesters also see Europe as an idea, one that ”implies genuine democracy, trustworthy police and sincere respect for human rights.”

The name speaks to an increasingly universal phenomenon as well: the public square as an epicenter of democratic expression and protest, and the lack of one—or the deliberate manipulation of such a space—as a way for autocrats to squash dissent through urban design.

Not all revolutions have been centered in public squares, but many recent ones have, including several in former Soviet states.

Read more. [Image: Olga Yakimovich/Reuters]