I take solace in the fact that the course of history was never changed by the many but by the few who risked exposing facts by written word reminds me always that the Pen Is Mightier than the Sword. When the self righteous is poked into undying rage the real personality explodes like dynamite and the self proclaimed veneer vanishes into thin air like the mist from dawn. Let the chips fall where they may.
“The idea that sex is something a woman gives a man, and she loses something when she does that, which again for me is nonsense. I want us to raise girls differently where boys and girls start to see sexuality as something that they own, rather than something that a boy takes from a girl.”
— Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie
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Showing posts with label Jamaican women. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jamaican women. Show all posts
Thursday, October 2, 2014
Crystal Evans The Writer- My Writings, Unhappy Childhood and My Life
People sometimes ask me why did i become a writer or why did you write this story? Why is your stories laced with social commentary and elements of life among the Jamaican working class? Don't you grow tire of such themes? Are you writing about your life?
Response :
I once said i wrote books for every Woman with a the girl trapped inside that some man once told that she was not good enough. My aim is to create rather powerful heroines. Women who irrespective of their everyday struggles manage to be successful. Success does not necessarily mean glamour,their success could be transitory, a working progress, a dream on its way to coming true. My heroines are the women i have been, the women i am now and the women i would love to become. They are not me, they are a part of me. They are my realities.
Did i have an unhappy childhood? Yes, I have spent most of my life feeling completely out of sync with the world and growing up in a semi-literate community did not help. People saw my smart as meaning i was crazy, my anomie behavior as madness and to give legitimacy to their beliefs, they spent their time painting my intellect as weird and occult. I have since dumbed down around them so as not to make them uncomfortable. My success is unknown to many in my natal district, this kind of accomplish would scare the hell out of them.
I think the scariest part of writing is when you know that publishing exposes you. People will readily assume things about you and what you are about based on what you wrote. They will attack you if your writing does not reflect their viewpoint because it is so much easier to make it personal than to rationalize what you wrote.
My deviation from the standard caribbean or Jamaican literature has not really brook any respect from my peers. I am not a good writer. I am a novelist. I write what i feel. I do not know anything about technique than what i learnt at Sixth Form doing my A-levels. I write stories. I write about life. I have no other glamorous accomplishment to speak of so in my interviews do not ask me about what i have done with my life or if my writings are justified by a piece of paper a professional handed me stating i am licensed to do this.
My stories are not entirely fictional, they are for the most part influenced by real life events. My overactive imagination compensates for the banality of my existence and i suppose some other soul within my culture, children of my own socialization would benefit from a respite from this reproached reality.
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Saturday, December 7, 2013
Why Black Men call their Women Bitches?
Some thoughts am having now at a party seeing women dancing and gyrating about how them supp'n good but these women can't even keep a man. I realise that these women are apart of the problem because they keep bringing babies into the world that they can't support financially, teach them wrong values and then let them out on the rest of the world.
In other terms most black women only know how to "Phuq" or "breed". And they make "catching men" a lifetime career. I often conclude that if black women would invest half the energy, money and time the put into gratification so that they can get a man to impregnate them and leave them with one more fatherless child then we might have less single parent families in our nation.
Our black women are the agents of social change and they don't even know it. They do not comprehend that if they focused on their education and economical upliftment that they could immensely transform the economic tides of our society.
What if our women would insist that men marry them before they copulate what if our women sought financial independence so they would not have to rely on sexual prowess and sleeping withe men for money. What if they had mothers who would instill values in them that would preclude them from continuing the cycle of poverty? After all ratchets often beget ratchets. Most women will fall into the traps that ensnared their mothers.
Some might take this as an attack on black women but it is quite obvious that most men who lead a life of deviance and devauchery are often from a home with a single mother who has too many children she can't take care of. She maybe a high school drop or teenage mother. She has been through a train of men who leave her with babies she can't support financially.
It does not matter what is going on for a black girl, if she understands her cultural dynamics then she knows that by time she has her first child that men collectively think that single mothers are spoiled goods. I mean some guy impregnated you and left you so what is wrong if I dump you too?
Having sexual appeal is a huge factor as a female and it is encouraged. I mean being a sultry female has as much impact as having a degree. No woman has ever been viewed highly by society due to her male luring or sexual skills because in truth such dexterity is not a rarity.
Maybe they call them "hoes" for hole. Are they just orifices for punters. Why all the women jumping up in the dance say them simthing good but them still can't hold a man. Kmt.
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