• Hair,  Law,  Social Commentary

    Jamaican Supreme Court Rules that School Policy Banning Dreadlocks is not Unconstitutional- A Reflection on Emancipation Day

    As reported by the Washington Post, the Jamaican Supreme Court ruled Friday that a school was within its rights to demand that a girl cut her dreadlocks to attend classes, a surprise decision that touched on issues of identity and one the most recognizable symbols of the island’s Rastafarian culture. The ruling capped a two-year battle after the girl — then 5 years old — was told she must cut her dreadlocks for “hygiene” reasons to study at Kensington Primary School in a Kingston suburb.

    A bit ironically, the court’s decision was released on the eve of Emancipation Day.

    When I read the news, I was both incensed and hurt by the court’s ruling especially since I recently did a post on natural hair discrimination. It was even more hurtful considering the historical significance of today as Emancipation Day.

    In my previous post “Unapologetic: Why We Should Advocate for Natural Hair,” I spoke of the long history of U.S. judicial apathy for recognizing natural hair or dreadlocks as warranting protection under the law from discriminatory work and school policies. I expected more from my own nation, the land of my descendants and the land which, unlike the United States, does have a population where the majority is of African descent. Where the judges are, invariably, black people. The judgement reinforced to me that our own people can reinforce biases and discriminatory practices that have long been instilled in us from when our nation was a colony. I wondered at all if the Justices found persuasive (whether directly or indirectly) U.S. precedent denying natural hair/locks protection from discrimination under the law. I wondered if the fact that the parents do not identify as Rastafari had anything to do with the decision. If it is being argued that the school’s policy is unconstitutional because it infringes on the freedom of religion, not being Rastafarian may negate claiming the school’s policy interferes with freedom of religion.

    The positive from this is that the Prime Minister of Jamaica, Andrew Holness, quickly denounced discrimination against children for their hairstyles, releasing a statement that read in part “This Government does not believe that there should be any law which could be interpreted to deny access to a citizen merely on the basis of their hairstyle. We…always maintained that our children must not be discriminated against, nor deprived of their right to education because of socio-economic issues such as their hairstyle.”

    The statement also went on to acknowledge that the Government would review the Education Act to reflect a more “modern and culturally inclusive” position.

    The response of the Prime Minister was a reassuring stance. The public’s response is also reassuring with the ruling being widely condemned on social media.

    With Mr. Holness’s reference to the Education Act, again we see the judiciary’s failure to acknowledge natural hair discrimination. Rather than being addressed by the courts, we are needing legislation as band-aids for the court to even acknowledge this issue. For example I mentioned in my previous post, the introduction of the Crown Act in seven states to combat hair discrimination against people of African descent in the U.S.

    All we can do now is await the full judgement to understand the court’s reasoning. Until the full judgment is released, we can only speculate as to the court’s reasoning but regardless of the reasoning, we can still be disappointed by and speak out against the result.

    What are your thoughts on the court’s final verdict?

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  • Uncategorized

    Tarot Card of the Week: The King of Pentacles

    I do not consider myself to be very religious but I am spiritual. This distinction between religious and spiritual could be a post in and of itself but for now I will just say that I really like tarot cards. Before you click away in fear, hear me out! Tarot cards are not as frightening as they may seem. The cards are actually great to provide guidance on a wide range of topics.

    Before I get into the Tarot Card of the Week, listed in the title above, I think it is important to give a little run down of Tarot for the many who may not be familiar with it.

    According to The Cut, a tarot card deck has 78 cards. The 78 cards are cut into two groups: the major and minor arcana. The major arcana are the deck’s 22 trump cards and, when pulled during a reading, typically refer to more major influences and revelations. These cards don’t have suits and instead stand alone, representing significant life events and/or figures in a person’s life.

    The Cut continues to state that the minor arcana, by contrast, refer to more everyday matters and influences. These 56 cards are divided into four suits: wands, swords, pentacles, and cups.  Each suit represents a different facet of life. Typically, wands symbolize creativity and passion, swords symbolize intellect, pentacles symbolize work and money, and cups symbolize emotion. There are other groupings here, too; each suit is also aligned with a grouping of astrological signs, such that wands = fire sign (Aries, Leo and Sagittarius) , swords = air (Gemini, Libra and Aquarius) pentacles = Earth (Taurus, Virgo and Capricorn) and cups = water (Cancer, Scorpio and Pisces). All 78 cards have distinct meanings, tied to their suit.

    By way of illustration, if you ask a particular question and you pull many pentacle cards, it is likely the matter involves money/career or it is likely that the person or persons in question are any one of the three Earth signs.

    By way of another illustration, let’s say you question whether a job interview went well enough that you will land the job and you pull from the deck, the Ace of Pentacles. According to Biddy.com, The Ace of Pentacles represents new beginnings, opportunities, and potential – and as a Pentacles card, these new beginnings correlate to the material world: finances, wealth, career, physical health and manifestation of your goals. You may be offered that new job or a new business or investment opportunity may come your way. In any case, The Ace of Pentacles card illustrates the possibility of a new endeavour.

    Tarot cards are complex and can be taxing to learn, however if done well it can be fun and provide useful guidance on your journey through life. I will speak more in depth about Tarot cards in subsequent posts. I would like to, for now, pull one card per week and hope someone out there will find the definition useful to their life.

    Disclaimer: I am not a professional reader (still learning myself!) and any tarot card I pull is for entertainment purposes only.

    Tarot Card of the Week: the King of Pentacles

    This is a minor arcana card. According to Biddy. com:

    “The King of Pentacles represents material wealth, financial abundance, and success. This King is a faithful provider; he uses his ambition and confidence to create wealth for himself and others and generates his self-worth from what he has accumulated and can share with others. He is also a fatherly figure who provides others with advice, guidance and wisdom, especially in financial and work-related matters.

    When the King of Pentacles appears in a Tarot reading, you are confident and successful at attracting and managing wealth. Not only do you identify opportunities for growth and success, but you also draw upon your self-discipline and control to manage your wealth and invest it wisely for the long-term.

    The arrival of the King of Pentacles indicates that you can translate your vision into something tangible, practical, and often very lucrative. You are the ultimate business owner. You do not merely come up with ideas and hope for the best – you work hard to map out your plan of attack, gather your resources and manifest your goals, often with tremendous success. The King of Pentacles knows that a methodical, planned and well-thought-out approach will lead you to success. You have experimented in the past with what works best and have landed on your own methods and practices you know will continue to work for you in the future. Continue down this path rather than trying new ways of doing things.”

    More definitions of this minor arcana card can be found at  The Tarot Guide.

    I hope you found this card helpful or that this post, resonated with you in some facet of your life.

    Are you a fan of Tarot or is the thought of it creepy to you? Feel free to share your thoughts in the comment section below!

     

  • Hair,  Law,  Social Commentary

    Unapologetic; The Reasons We Should Advocate for Natural Hair

    I am an unapologetic advocate for natural black hair and I believe all of us should be too. When I say, “natural black hair,” I am referring to hair of women or men of African descent in its natural state, ie, without chemical relaxers or perms. I am also referring to protective styling such as dreadlocks, braids, canerows/cornrows, etc. I am talking about natural black hair without wigs, weaves or any type of hair that mimics, or actually is, the texture of another race.

    In the grand scheme of everything happening in the world right now concerning the oppression and harming of black people, natural black hair discrimination may not seem relevant or important, however it is – and the reasons why we may deem natural black hair unimportant or irrelevant, are exactly why I advocate for black hair. Black hair is not just hair. Black hair has been a sensitive topic in the black community and has been a contentious civil rights issue for decades, with courts having largely failed to interpret the nuances of racial discrimination and black hair. There have been Law Review articles on this topic, one in particular that I will be citing heavily regarding American law titled “Black Women’s Hair: Another Way Forward” by Crystal Powell. 

    Natural black hair discrimination has been pervasive socially and legally and so it is important to advocate for natural black hair the way we advocate for any other type of discrimination. I believe the problem is that we don’t recognize  biases towards natural black hair for what it is; a form of discrimination. What I hope to do in this post is to shed some light on the history of natural black hair, how and why it has changed over the years and why I believe discrimination of natural black hair exists.

    If you are a black woman who has a chemical relaxer or loves her weaves/wigs, please do not feel attacked or alienated by this post. It is not my intention to attack you. Also, I am not personally offended by the sight of relaxers, weaves, or wigs. I would just like to share some of my thoughts and research on natural black hair and hopefully have a meaningful discussion about it. I truly feel we do not explore this topic enough in the black community. Ultimately, we should question the origins of black hair practices and why we have the hair practices we have in the present day.

    If we understand the origins, it can create knowledge and acceptance of ourselves in the present. 

    I want to say that I do not advocate for natural black hair simply because it is natural. This is not a “fake vs natural” debate for me. Nor am I saying that black women and men who wear their hair naturally are better, more conscious or more “woke,” than those who do not (although I do believe it takes a great degree of awareness and self-acceptance to wear one’s natural hair in a world that has socially and legally taught black people that our natural hair is less professional or attractive, and must be changed as a result) I’m not trying to create division within our community; I only seek to speak about this issue. There are many excellent sources on this topic: papers, books, and articles that I have mentioned previously and that I will be linking below that I have used as sources. I have cited these sources heavily to reinforce my points. I will be speaking about black hair as it relates to the United States. Although I will be citing U.S. case law, negative sentiments and biases towards natural black hair is universal.   

    History of Black Hair and Social Conditioning 

    According to bbc.com, “In early African civilizations, hairstyles could indicate a person’s family background, tribe and social status.” “Just about everything about a person’s identity could be learned by looking at the hair,” says journalist Lori Tharps, who co-wrote the book Hair Story about the history of black hair. For example, “when men from the Wolof tribe (in modern Senegal and The Gambia) went to war they wore a braided style,” Tharps explains. A woman in mourning would either not “do” her hair or instead adopt a subdued style. Tharps also states in Hair Story that in ancient African traditions, hair played a vital role in a woman’s beauty, wealth, marital status, religion, and rank. “Even deeper, the way the hair was worn foretold the geographical origin of the woman. In some cultures, a person’s surname could be ascertained simply by examining the hair because each clan had its own unique hairstyle.”

    Traditional African hair practices changed with the Transatlantic Slave Trade. Some may ask what slavery has to do with negative stigmas towards black hair in the present. “Everything,” Tharp states, because it was “under slavery that the stereotypes regarding Black hair were created and reinforced.” Tharp argues that:

    “The hair was considered the most telling feature of negro status, more than the color of the skin. The “negro status” was that of a sub-human with the very hair being characterized with non-human qualities such as wool or bush or cotton. By their hair you could know them, because distinguishing a free Black from a slave was almost immediate by looking at their hair. Once the feminine beauty ideal was characterized as requiring ‘long straight hair, with fine features,’ White slave owners sought to pathologize African features like dark skin and kinky hair to further demoralize the slaves, especially the women. Blacks of lighter complexion were generally biracial (mixed with Whites), and with that came a texture of hair more closely aligned and more easily shaped to the hairstyles worn by White women and considered acceptable in White society… For these reasons, Black women sought to straighten and contort their hair to approximate White women’s hair.”

    The adoption of white hairstyles by black people was a means of accessing opportunities not only under slavery, but especially after it was abolished. Powell states that “…the simple truth is that Black women have been straightening their hair for the last 150 years because it was and has continued to be a necessity for survival in the American economy.” 

    Just how pervasive is implicit bias towards black people and their hair? Powell in her paper notes that in 2016, the Perception Institute undertook a study to specifically examine implicit and explicit attitudes toward Black women’s hair. One in five Black women noted they felt social pressure to straighten their hair for work. On average, the study found, white women deemed black hair to be unprofessional and demonstrated an explicit bias against it, rating it as “less beautiful, less sexy/attractive, and less professional than smooth” (or straight) hair. The Perception Institute noted that generally white attitudes toward black hair were penalizing and negative, with the strongest stigmas held by white women. Other contemporary studies documented similar bias against naturally textured black hair and styles, with results showing an aversion to textured black hair across all groups, and black women experiencing deep anxiety because of the stigma about their hair.

    Powell notes that the quest for “good hair” has been so visceral that today it is a multi-billion dollar industry. Madam CJ Walker, the first female millionaire in the United States, made her fortune from the Black hair industry in products designed to straighten the texture of black hair.

    Another Hair Piece: Exploring New Strands of Analysis Under Title VII author Angela Onwuachi-Willig states that “In a society where straight, long, fine hair (compared to Black hair) is viewed not only as the norm but as the ideal for women, tightly coiled black hair easily becomes categorized as unacceptable, unprofessional, deviant, and too political.”

    The rejection of black textured hairstyles can be seen in widespread grooming policies that explicitly ban braids, locks, and unusual hairstyles. This grooming policy issue made headlines when Texas teen DeAndre Arnold (link CNN) was presented with an ultimatum: cut his dreadlocks or be barred from his graduation ceremony. Tehia Glass, director of diversity and inclusion for UNCC’s Cato College of Education, condemned such school policies, categorizing them as “…this emphasis [for] black people to conform to whiteness and to assimilate.”

    Many people, black and white alike, dismiss black hair discrimination. I personally have seen comments from black colleagues that shrug off implicit bias and discrimination against black hair, dismissing it largely as an aesthetic concern. Black hair discrimination, and the decades-old desire to assimilate white hairstyles as a result, is a subtler discrimination – but discrimination nonetheless. As Powell cites in her paper based on the findings of the film, American Denial  “denial helps to maintain the stability of the society rather than root out all injustices… Many societies tend to leave the most subtle and insidious harms just outside of change’s reach… Powell argues that “perhaps it is the subtlety of certain types of discrimination that precludes meaningful change. So, it is with Black hair. The societal discrimination against black hair is one of those insidious harms.”

    I believe the onus is on us as people, regardless of race, to understand the following:

    • the true origin and purpose of natural black hair practices
    • how black hair practices evolved into assimilations of white hairstyles, largely out necessity
    • how implicit biases, both within the black community and the workforce, still permeate today
    • how all these factors affect a black person’s ability to choose how we wear our hair.

    The Law and Black Hair Discrimination

    How does the law treat black hair discrimination? As Powell argues, “while society may have incorporated its longstanding bias against Black hair as almost normal, it is the law that is expected to act as a check against societal bias and make opportunities, particularly in employment, equal.

    Title VII of the Civil Rights Act of 1964 is a federal law that prohibits employment discrimination based on race, color, religion, sex, or national origin. Black women or men seeking relief for hair discrimination often claim discrimination under Title VII, which provides that:

    “…it is unlawful for an employer (1) to fail or refuse to hire or to discharge any individual, or otherwise to discriminate against any individual with respect to his….employment, because of such individual’s race, color, religion, sex, or national origin….”

    Powell notes in her article that in 2006, The U.S. Equal Employment Opportunity Commission (“EEOC”) put out a Compliance Manual that gives guidance on charges of race and color discrimination under Title VII of the Civil Rights Act. The EEOC’s Compliance Manual states that Title VII’s prohibition of race discrimination generally encompasses, among other things, “(1) a person’s physical characteristics…and (2)…employment discrimination because of cultural characteristics related to race or ethnicity.”

    This guidance advises that Title VII permits employers to impose neutral hairstyle rules, but those rules must respect racial differences in hair texture and should be applied in such a way that they do not disparately impact black women from wearing hairstyles that are natural to their hair textures.

    Unfortunately, federal courts are not bound by the EEOC Compliance Manual. Powell argues that federal courts have routinely disagreed with the EEOC and have consistently denied that Black women have a claim for racial discrimination when they have been terminated or lost out on a job opportunity because of wearing their hair in a hairstyle suitable to their natural texture.

    According to Griggs v. Duke Power Co, cited by Powell, “plaintiffs can either bring a claim based on a disparate treatment analysis or a disparate impact analysis. This essentially means that the employer either deliberately treated members of the protected class differently compared to others and that this difference in treatment was because of an intent to discriminate…or policies that seem facially neutral but have a discriminatory impact on a protected group.

    How has caselaw treated hair discrimination?

    In her paper, Powell cites Rogers v. American Airlines (1981), as one of the most prominent hair discrimination cases.  In this case, Renee Rogers, an airport operations agent for American Airlines, sued her employer, claiming that their policy, which prohibited women from wearing all-braided hairstyles, was discriminatory. Powell notes that previously in Jenkins v. Blue Cross Mutual Hospital Insurance, Inc. it had been inferred that a woman fired for changing her hairstyle to an afro might have a valid Title VII claim.

    Powell argues that, in the Rogers case, the court steered clear of pronouncing that the afro was, in fact, a protected hairstyle.

    The implicit bias towards natural black hair is evident in the language of the court decision. The Afro is referred to as the “Afro/bush” style. The court provided that:

    Plaintiff may be correct that an employer’s policy prohibiting “Afro/bush” style might offend Title VII… But…an all braided hairstyle is a different matter. It is not the product of natural hair growth but of artifice. An all-braided hairstyle is an “easily changed characteristic”, and…is not an impermissible basis for distinctions in the application of employment practices by an employer. Furthermore, Powell states, “the court callously noted that even if it were racial discrimination, it was not so big a deal.” (page 232-233 of the decision).

    Powell notes in her paper the many scholars who have heavily criticized the court’s opinion. Onwuachi-Willig argues that the court’s decision is because of a lack of thought and consideration for the nature of black women’s hair. Powell suggest that if judges thought carefully of the historical and contemporary bias and oppression against women because of the texture of their hair, “they would view employer bans on natural hairstyles to be just as discriminatory as employer bans on brown skin.”

    Powell notes that another scholar, Paulette Caldwell, asserted that the court, by drawing a strict immutability line—between biology (the afro) and cultural artifice (braids, etc.)— allowed the court to avoid the “basic elements of anti discrimination analysis” such as group history, the oppressed position of the group over time, and if employment practices are perpetuating the subordination.

    Powell notes another scholar Michelle Turner wrote that Black women would not be able to reach successful verdicts until society in general, and judges in particular, discontinue holding “unenlightened views on cultural issues.” Turner argued that discriminatory hair policies seem neutral because those policies expect all to assimilate to the dominant hair culture and hairstyles of White individuals. She further argued that judges in turn have seen these claims as trivial because they too have approached the issue with an assimilationist perspective.

    Powell also points out that federal anti discrimination statutes were not drafted on the basis of mutable (changeable) and immutable (unchangeable) characteristics of a group, but rather because of the historical oppression of certain groups based on characteristics unique to those groups. Powell provides the example that religion is a protected class under the Civil Rights Act and is in no way immutable. In fact, individuals are not born as any religion, though parents may raise them in one that they may come to adopt. Nevertheless, she states, people convert and change religions. Ultimately, the court has been persistent in its denial to recognize hair-based discrimination targeting black people.

    The most recent decision is EEOC v. Catastrophe Management Solutions (CMS) in 2014 in the United States Court of Appeals for the Eleventh Circuit, which serves Alabama, Florida, and Georgia. In the case, Chastity Jones had applied for a job at a call center and, after she passed the initial interview and was offered a job, one of the human resource officers asked her if she was wearing dreadlocks. When she confirmed she was, the officer stated that locks had a tendency to look untidy. The company had a grooming policy which provided that “[a]ll personnel are expected to be dressed and groomed in a manner that projects a professional and businesslike image. The company interpreted this as a ban on dreadlocks. The EEOC sued under Title VII.  The court remained steadfast in its denial of a more nuanced perspective relating to hair discrimination, opining that

    Title VII prohibits discrimination on the basis of immutable characteristics, such as race, sex, color, or national origin. A hairstyle, even one more closely associated with a particular ethnic group, is a mutable characteristic. Therefore, the complaint fails to state a plausible claims for relief.”

    Powell points out that the court conveniently left out religion in its opinion from the list of protected classes for which Title VII offers protection against discrimination.

    The court ultimately concluded that “[n]o amount of expert testimony can change the fact that dreadlocks is a hairstyle” even if it “is a reasonable result of hair texture.” Powell argues that with this complete dismissal, the court essentially pronounced that the only solution a Black woman could hope for was if she wore her natural hair without it being combed or styled, or if she styled it in an afro. Only the afro is protected. Powell argues that “the decision that the afro is not a hairstyle but the only immutable, and therefore protected, way to wear Black hair further showed the blindness of the federal courts to the nature of black hair.”

    Ironically, black hair is more prone to lock than it is to become an afro when left without grooming and yet still the court has declared locks as a mutable characteristic and therefore not protectable under Title VII.

    The Legal Defense Fund (“LFD”), argued that the Eleventh Circuit incorrectly dismissed Ms. Jones’s lawsuit and erred in ruling that claims under Title VII are limited to discrimination based on “immutable” physical characteristics. LDF argues that under this misguided standard, even though CMS denied Jones employment based on a racial stereotype about her natural hair, the court suggests that Title VII provides no relief for this form of discrimination. LDF argues that if allowed to stand, the Eleventh Circuit’s ruling means that Title VII is powerless to counter employment discrimination based on racial stereotypes, and effectively permits employers to ban natural Black hairstyles in the workplace. Furthermore, LDF argues, this analysis contradicts Supreme Court precedent established in its 1989 decision Price Waterhouse v. Hopkins, which ruled that Title VII prohibits discrimination based on stereotypes, regardless of whether the stereotype focuses on mutable or immutable traits.

    LDF petitioned the Supreme Court of the United States to review the case of Chastity Jones. LDF’s petition urged the Supreme Court to consider Jones’s case to correct the Eleventh Circuit’s ruling that departs from established Supreme Court precedent. CMS’s notion that locks will become messy, and are therefore unprofessional, is a false racial stereotype that denied an employment opportunity for Ms. Jones. Anti-discrimination laws, like Title VII, were enacted to root out such discriminatory employment practices. Unfortunately, the Supreme Court declined to review.

    All hope is not to be lost yet for black men and women facing hair discrimination. States, without clear judicial precedents, have enacted legislation to combat black hair discrimination. The Creating a Respectful and Open Workplace for Natural Hair (CROWN) Act went into effect in California on January 1, 2020 to make it “clear that discrimination based on natural and protective hairstyles associated with people of African descent, including hair that is tightly coiled or tightly curled, locks, cornrows, twists, braids, Bantu knots and Afros is a prohibited form of racial or national origin discrimination.” According to www.thecrownact.com, the Crown Act now exist as law in 7 states; Washington, California, Colorado, New York, New Jersey, Virginia and Maryland.The Crown Act is led by the Crown Coalition and is an amazing initiative. You can sign their petition at https://www.thecrownact.com/ and become a part of the movement to end natural hair discrimination.

    With the disappointing results of federal judicial precedent, it seems then that enacting state legislation will ultimately be the best means to protect against and seek relief for black hair discrimination.

    Final Thoughts

    Self-awareness is one of the first steps to understanding. What if every black woman and man, today, decided to wear their natural hair? The history of black hair is a traumatic one steeped in dehumanization and assimilation. It is a history every person, regardless of their race, should be aware of. White people should be aware of this history so that if, for example, a white employer is creating grooming polices for their workforce, they are aware of the implicit biases towards black hair that exist. Black people should be self-aware to recognize the subtler form of discrimination. The way the courts have regarded black hair deserves to be noted as well. If the courts are so quick to dismiss black hair discrimination, the onus is on us as people to agitate for protection against the subtler forms of discrimination.

     According to Judicial Learning Center. Org, the United States Supreme Court receives about 10,000 petitions a year. The Justices use the “Rule of Four” to decide if they will take the case. If four of the nine Justices feel the case has value, they will issue a writ of certiorari. By refusing to hear EECO v CMS, the value, presumably, was not seen by the Supreme Court in rendering a judgement on black hair discrimination.  Oftentimes, the law evolves with society. We as people, regardless of colour, must see the value in protecting against black hair discrimination. It is beyond merely an aesthetic trait or a matter of choice, natural black hair is a part of our identity that has systemically been denied or prohibited to such an extent that we as black people go so far as to risk injury (chemical burns from relaxers, alopecia from straight wigs/weaves) to conform to a straight-textured, white standard of beauty.

    As Marcus Garvey said, “do not remove the kinks from your hair – remove them from your brain.”

    Please let me know any thoughts or comments you may have below! Have you ever personally faced black hair discrimination? Do you believe the court’s views on the topic is the correct approach? I would love to know your thoughts on natural black hair discrimination!

    If you enjoyed the article, please consider connecting with me on Instagram @nadianhowe or Facebook. The links to both of my social media are in the social media icons on the page! 

  • Arts,  Fashion

    Look of the Week: DB Berdan x Smiley

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    This fashion of the week is brought to you by mayabosman! Maya’s a stunning model. The picture is from her Instagram, linked above, for the DB Berdan x Smiley’s “Race to Equality” Spring Summer 2020 collection.

    DB Berdan (@dbberdan) is a “young and sharp London based hyper street wear brand” that gets their inspiration from “the social rights movements, streets and underground cultures,” taking pride in bringing a “sense of pride and freedom of speech to their collections.” Smiley (@smiley) is a brand born in 1972, that in 1997 created “animated faces that correspond to emoticons.” 

    I’m a shameless supporter of black natural hair and so I must confess that what I love most about this look is the accessorizing of the Maya’s beautiful locked tresses. The blue of the getup is gorgeous, funky and contrasts well with the bright yellow emoticon and white stitching. I like too, the tightness of the top and looseness of the pants.

    A great splash of colour for summer!

  • Arts,  Music

    Song of the Week: The Ballad of Sweeney Todd

    The only musicals I have seen are Rent and The Phantom of the Opera, specifically the movie versions of these Broadway plays. I asked Jeremy Lyons, a recent musical conductor graduate to line up a list of new musicals that I could see, to become more immersed in what was entirely his world and in what barely existed in mine. I was excited to embark on this new musical journey.  I mentioned Sweeney Todd to him out of vague familiarity. The most I knew about Sweeney Todd was that Johnny Depp was in it and that involved a murderous barber. Jeremy recommended we watch (much to my dismay) not the Johnny Depp version, but the 1980 Broadway version.

    This week, we did just that. We sat down and watched Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.  The jarring opening ballad, listed above, is only a small taste of what lies ahead in the musical. Sweeney Todd is disturbingly brilliant, an incredible study of how deranged the human mind can become when consumed so completely and blindly by obsession.  It has aged remarkably and with the exposure of sexual predators like Harvey Weinstein by the brave women of the Me Too Movement, songs like “Pretty Women” become all the more eerie to a first listener like myself.

    The score is complex and haunting with organ playing and scream-esque steam whistles littered throughout.  It conveys perfectly the characters’ descent into madness. Please watch it if you haven’t already. If you cannot find the Broadway version, watch the movie version – but it’s a must-see!

    Thanks to Jeremy for exposing me to a whole new world!

  • Creative Writing,  Poetry

    by the sea

    grey baldpates create a nest within a palm tree
    they sink their talons into soft fronds
    navigating through the underbrush
    the faded pink of dawn
    creates a silhouette
    i am reminded of you and our makeshift home
    by the sea
    prayers frail in your hand tucked neatly in lapis lazuli
    fervent yet still
    your touch a sacrament

    © Noelle Bird

  • Creative Writing,  Short Stories

    A Talking Bird

    Zema wanted a bird.
    Zema wanted, not just any bird but a talking one, one she could teach simple words and watch as it screeched them back at her. The bird would become her companion and closest ally as she had no siblings and no one to tell her stories to. Zema told her mother her plan as she soaped clay dishes in the sink. Zema’s mother was Kafi, a country woman having been raised amongst board and zinc in the rolling hills of St. Mary. Kafi respected, above all else, two things; the divinity of His Majesty Halie Selassie the first of Ethiopia, (the never trimmed dreadlocks trailing her back and black and white portraits of the Emperor throughout her home a proclamation of this) and balance of the natural world. These two simple truths governed her existence, her only desire now to pass them on to her youth. She gave her child a name in Amharic, a tribute to His Majesty for His divine blessing as she carried Zema in her fortieth year. She rolled Zema’s hair until it was thick and matted, washing her child’s roots only in river water, squatting on the land by the river until she was able to obtain papers for it.  She smiled with pride upon her child’s tresses which had grown thick and knotted like the great roots of an old cotton tree however she feared her reverence of nature was vacant; as empty as the hollow inside of a cave. Zema spent too much time indoors on a device she had been gifted. She lost interest in their river baths, in creating kingdoms with mud and twigs and leaves, in the cycles of the moon that her mother had taught her since birth. She had grown resigned and withdrawn from school and her teachers warned Kafi of deep sadness within the child. It worried Kafi and it was in this state of agitation that Zema found her mother rinsing the clay dishes.

    “Mummy, I want a bird,” she said.

    Kafi drenched in the weariness of the day, her troubling thoughts swarming like locusts within her mind, let loose a deep sigh and washed her arms of the soaped water. She carried Zema outside where the sun shone, the mango trees rustling in the May wind. She held her hand in silence as they trekked through the underbrush. They arrived at the river and Zema raised her eyes in confusion, wondering if her mother would subject her to a spontaneous bath. The river was cold and murky and she did not like it.

    “Look pon di tree dem,” Kafi said. “Look pon the birds in de breeze.”  Zema raised her eyes to the intertwined branches overhanging the river to see a spattering of brown wings as birds leaped from branch to branch, a white egret steeping over the tall river grass.

    Zema had no real awareness of its beauty as she had been borne of it. She nodded at her mother impatiently.

    “Look how the birds fly free,” she insisted.  “You see cage a hold dem?”

    Zema’s impatient bewilderment was not lost on her mother. She bent down to Zema’s height and held her palms in her own.

    “Bird nuh make fi inna cage,” she said in a low voice. “Bird have wing so dem can fly ‘bout the place wid not a worry in dem name.” Zema was unconvinced and her mother continued.

    “Look pon you two-foot dem, you woulda want shackle ‘round dem? You woulda want put up inna cage fi look pretty pon people porch?”

    At this Zema protested. “Ole’ Man Ras Uma have bird, he have nuff bird and him feed ‘dem and ‘dem happy.”

    The mother shook her head solemnly. “Him might feed ‘dem but ‘dem not happy.”

    Zema stared at her mother blankly, the loneliness she felt as a sole child clawing away at her heart.

    The mother felt disappointed by this and hung her head in shame at the failure of her teachings. She prayed by full moonlight requesting the guidance of Jah. When she arose at day break, she felt the warm feverish glow of Deliverance within her breast and smiled. The mother walked across to the yard of Ole’ Man Ras Uma, calling gently at his gate.

    “Greetings elder,” she bowed her head gently.

    Ole’ Man Ras Uma recognized the mother and nodded. “Greetings Empress.”

    “I need a bird from you,” she said.

    “Two five for a bird empress.” Ole’ Man Ras Uma said.

    The mother swallowed, “I have three pounds of Julie mango and a few dozen ackee I can give the I for a bird.”  She lifted the bag in her hands.

    Ole’ Man Ras Uma did not ordinarily exchange animals for goods, but he knew of Kafi and her young daughter Zema. He recalled the disbelief in the community of her pregnancy, many in the community placing bets that at her age, she would bleed the youth out, but Ras Uma had lived many years and had seen greater miracles. He knew the child would live and swore against all those that would wager on such sensitive matters. The mother and her daughter lived by the river alone, bothering hardly anyone for anything. He was also a solitary man, growing yams by day and ganja by night, flowers of the latter always wrapped in thin paper and placed behind his ear. He sold his yams at markets and his ganja went on boats under the cloak of night. He caught birds and sold them along the road and to the Chinese haberdasheries that would have him. The government began cracking down on catching birds; parrots were endangered, and the police did not know the difference between parrots or any other winged creature. Ole’ Man Ras Uma had plenty of birds that could not be sold, flighty in cages and shitting in his grass. He would have better fortune taking the goods to market.

    “I will give the I the bird.” Ole’ Man Ras Uma said.

    Ole’ Man Ras Uma went behind his shed and pulled from his makeshift cage, his finest remaining bird; feathers the colour of young breadfruit, the wings tipped blue. It was a large bird, larger than Kafi anticipated. The bird pecked at the wires of the small cage, a crude thing made of chicken wire, a small branch thrust in between the openings, operating as a stand for the bird.

    Kafi swallowed “Will this bird speak?” she asked.

    The bird was large and olive breasted resembling closely one of the banned parrots. He convinced many Chinese vendors that the bird would talk before police shut him down. It was a parakeet and would never speak.

    “Yes I, the bird will speak.”  he said, hand outstretched for the bag of goods.

    Zema returned home from school and when she entered her room, she saw the bird in its cage, resting on her dresser, glancing up at her with cool intelligent eyes. Zema was elated by this and found her mother again in the kitchen, rinsing soap from clay dishes.

    “Is it a talking bird?” she asked.

    “Yes I,” Kafi said.

    Zema squealed and embraced her mother, her joy and gratitude profuse. The excited steps of her feet reverberated through the boards of the small home. Zema decided the bird needed a simple name; one that could be repeated easily and a gender. She mulled this over seriously for many days until she settled on Jerry, deciding that with such a name the bird must be a boy.

    Every evening after school Zema sat by the cage. Jerry usually blinked at her and stretched his wings. She was mesmerized by his colours, his shining beauty. She repeated his name to him in syllables.

    ‘Je” she paused “rry.”

    Zema did this several times after school for many hours and the bird only watched her disdainfully, flashing its wings and picking its feathers. He screeched many times at her, but they were never words and she grew more and more disappointed as the week came to an end.  At the end of a fortnight, in her distress she sought her mother who was scaling a fish when Zema approached her.

    “Jerry won’t speak mother.”  she said disappointedly.

    Kafi sighed. “You must be patient Zema, dese t’ings take time. You did never speak in a week.” Kafi placed the gutted, scale-less fish in a pan of cool lime water.  “Take your school books and dictionary to Jerry, read to him slowly the words your teachers tought you in class, the sentences you learn.”

    Zema was discouraged but she followed her mother’s direction.  She placed the dictionary on a cushion in front of the bird and skimmed through it, picking out words randomly.

    “Speak” Zema read from the dictionary “To ut-utter words or ar, ar-articulate sounds.”  “Speak” she looked up at the bird, who twitched his blue tipped wings on the makeshift bird stand.  “Speak, Jerry.”

    The bird’s eyes were rimmed with gold, the irises black and, seemed to Zema, bottomless. White skin surrounded the eyes. Zema felt as though the bird’s gaze was soft and light, she felt if she looked deep enough into his gaze, she may be able to will the creature to speak. The bird’s eyes began to close into fine slits. Zema admired his feathers which were the most brilliant green she had seen, with their shimmers of yellow and blue. She felt a sudden urge to touch them and reached her fingers within the cage. As she felt the fine hairs bristle against her skin the bird’s eyes flew open, curved beak raised until it clamped down on her outstretched finger.

    Zema cried out in pain and yanked her hand back from the cage. The bird screeched violently, jumping around what small space was available in the chicken wired cage.  The bird pulled at the wires with its beak, picking and pulling on the bent cage.

    Zema ran to her mother and showed her, her dented purple fingers. Kafi hissed and carried her child to the well to dip her fingers in the chilled water.

    ‘Me never tell you that no rhatid bird wants to be in a cage.’

    “I don’t think Jerry will speak mummy.”

    “He will, be patient.”

    “I don’t think so mummy, he will not!” Zema cried.

    “He will child. Stop forcing words to be, allow them to come naturally. I could not force you to speak just as you cannot force Jerry.”

    Kafi patted the swelling of her finger with rum, wrapped a banana leaf around her fingers and turned back to her basin of laundry.

    Zema continued to thrum through the dictionary and recite to the bird words. She spelled each word out carefully, placed them in sentences and repeated them slowly in hopes that the bird would repeat them back to her. She exercised patience that was steady and unchildlike with the bird. When Zema grew weary of words she began to tell the bird about her day. Zema told him of her loneliness with just her mother by the riverside, her isolation from the other girls at school who all had traditional mothers with straight hair and Christian faith. She told him a word she learned from their dictionary sessions. The word was, resentment. R.e.s.e.n.t.m.e.n.t. She resented her mother for their isolation by the river and what she saw as their queer faith. Her resentment felt like a rope that had been tightened and tied around her heart.

    Zema told him about her sadness; sadness she did not really understand the origins of but knew it had created a dent within her. She showed him the device she had been given, a device that had once been spattered with fingerprints but had since Jerry’s arrival been off, dark and silent in her cupboard having been replaced by Jerry who was far more interesting with his attentive golden eyes and flashing wings. The device had been replaced too, by her school books and the dictionary that she turned page by page, reciting words to Jerry. Of all the things she said and the secrets she shared, Jerry blinked at her and ruffled his feathers and she interpreted this to mean that he agreed with what she said. When he screeched loudly, she saw understood that as his anger and she softened her voice or stopped speaking altogether until he fell silent.

    She carried him many seeds for his attentiveness, she dried the pumpkin seeds from the garden and the sunflowers from the neighboring gardens until she held palmfuls of seeds that she could give to Jerry. She picked wild callaloo and washed it in salt water and Jerry picked at the leaves. Zema always feed Jerry from her palms so that he could grow used to her hands. He still did not allow her to touch his feathers, but he had become tamer, allowing her to rest the tip of her finger along his beck when his eyes dimmed to slits. Jerry was most content when she brought food to him and she bought a large bag of bird feeding from the hardware store and she mixed them with the seeds she dried, placed them in her palms and feed him.

    She knew he was beginning to enjoy her presence, he seemed to ruffle his wings happily when he saw her, and he ate the seeds from her palms vigorously. When she spoke to him, he chirped happily at her. Zema’s life soon revolved around Jerry’s; the seeds she had to source to feed him, the books she had to share with him, the cage that became too small that she soon replaced with a larger one, a proper cage from the Chinese haberdasheries, white wired with two small bird doors that one could slide up easily with one’s finger. No matter how many seeds Zema gave Jerry, no matter how large the cage had become, nothing seemed to please him more than when she placed his cage outside. He jumped on his man-made perches excitedly and screeched loudly at the surrounding trees.

    Zema noticed, after some weeks, birds coloured like Jerry, hovering in the nearby trees.

    “Mummy,” she pulled on her mother’s arm excitedly, “Look, other Jerrys are in the trees.” She whispered conspiratorially.

    Her mother nodded wisely, ‘yes, they hear his cry, they are curious to know which one of their flock lock up in cage.”

    On those afternoons that Zema could hear distant responses from other birds Jerry would flutter in a frenzy until she placed him back inside where he grew quiet and unresponsive, not even seeds drawing his beak near her. It was during these times that he would pick at his new cage again, as he did the old makeshift one and she noticed too; a flick of his beak upward to lift the sliding door. Zema would read to him her favorite words from the dictionary but nothing seemed to console him during this time, and he lifted and lifted the doors of the cage, each time the door shutting quickly as though the weight was too heavy for him to sustain with his small beak alone.

    “He is unhappy.” her mother said. “He knows what freedom is, he was caught by Ole’ Man Ras Uma so he knows flight, he knows a cage is unnatural.”  Her mother always said this as Jerry lifted the doors with his beck and pulled at the wires. “He does like you little Zema, but he is not happy.”

    Zema refused to believe that Jerry did not want to remain with her and her resentment for her mother only strengthened. Zema avoided her and continued to read dictionary words to Jerry and feed him seeds and fruit, willing him to speak. She felt if she feed him enough, he would grow to love her more than he loved this freedom her mother spoke of or those other birds who taunted him from nearby trees. If Zema could get Jerry to utter one word, she would prove her mother wrong, prove that Jerry loved her and her seeds and the words she repeated to him patiently. Jerry grew fatter, accepting of her probing fingers however he continued to go into a frenzy when she placed his cage outside. He remained wordless.

    On a cool evening Zema brought him to the river and placed the cage along the mud and watched him dance about the cage.

    “Je” she paused. “rry” she said.  “Speak.”

    Jerry fluttered about in his cage. She realized that she now knew many words, words that floated around her head constantly. Zema glanced at the river. The water was opaque which meant that she could not see it clearly. The river grass was green, and she knew now that this green pigment was because of chlorophyll within the leaves. Zema had learned many words over the past few months, all in attempt to teach Jerry yet Jerry had repeated to her none, trilling and fluttering as wordlessly as the first day that she saw him in her room. It was then that she knew that he would never speak, not while he was with her in his pretty white prison. Zema looked at the overarching trees above her and noticed as she did some weeks ago, birds that looked like Jerry, jumping from branch to branch. Within his golden eyes she felt she saw a flash of longing. He grew silent at her approach and seemed to fold and slump in defeat.

    “Love” Zema said, touching the white cage. “I love you Jerry.”

    Jerry’s chirping grew into a frenzy, his wings fluttering wildly. The small jar of water overturned in the cage, the seed jar falling to the bottom and scattering, the clanging of fallen seeds like the incessant patter of rain against a zinc roof.  Zema looked at the canopy and felt all the birds closing in around her until their sharp trill raised into an erratic crescendo. She felt a peace she had not known in many months with the haphazard shrieks of the birds. Without a second thought, she placed her hand along the small door and raised it with one finger.

    Jerry shot out, a flash of green and blue along the murky sky until he disappeared into green.  Zema looked at the empty cage and felt the heat of her tears.  She wailed into the daylight and soon heard hurried footsteps land by her ear. Kafi glanced at the empty cage and immediately understood, she sat beside a collapsed Zema. Her heart swelled with pride, but she remained quiet, sending silent thanks to Jah and placed Zema’s small head within her lap.  Kafi’s calloused hands sifted through Zema’s thick tresses, she muttered prayers into her temple.

    Zema’s wailing stopped and she saw, through a haze of fervent prayers, among the branches, Jerrys, dozens of them, picking along her Jerry’s wings. He was talking now, sharing her words and stories with them.
    Zema grew silent and felt the rope of resentment around her loosen and fall.

    © Noelle Bird