Author Archives: Sharde Marie

A Story of Modern Slavery Receives Archaic Praise

Alex Tizon was a disgusting human being and deserves no praise for writing about the atrocities he and his family committed against Eudocia Pulido. We do not need to understand Filipino culture to determine that. We do not need to consider his twisted “love” for her. We do not need to see things from his perspective as a child. All we need to know is that three generations of his family held a woman captive until she died. And on top of that he waited 5 years to return her remains to her family who was robbed of her presence for the better part of a century. Read the rest of this entry

Race, Culture, Nationality, and Ethnicity: Knowing the Difference

Recently I’ve gotten into a lot of “arguments” that could have been easily avoided if people understood different forms of identity. So in an attempt to spread knowledge and avoid these kinds of “arguments” in the first place, I thought I’d help out a little bit.

Disclaimer: This is my opinion based on experience and knowledge as a Black woman in America. Read the rest of this entry

To the Bystanders

Today is the last day of Domestic Violence Awareness Month and I promised to write something. Waiting all month, however, meant that people already wrote just about everything there was to write about DV already. So, I’d like to invite y’all to dig a little deeper and discuss something that’s often overlooked. Sometimes, the worst part about being in an abusive relationship is the people surrounding you.

Now, don’t get me wrong, the abuser is always the biggest bad guy (or gal or person). I’ve been in three abusive relationships and I say without a lick of shame that I am patiently waiting for my abusers to die a very unpleasant death so I can show up to their funerals with a smile on my face and a “Bye, Satan!” sign to wave in the air. Their cruelty is unmatched and I’m sure most victims would feel the same about their abusers as well. What they may also feel but not vocalize is how the people on the outside of the relationship made them feel.

When you’re in an abusive relationship, you may see people act 1 of 3 ways toward you (directly or indirectly). They tend to deny, ignore, or blame. Let’s discuss. Read the rest of this entry

Your Faves, Consent, and Never-Ending Trauma

Trigger Warning: Sexual abuse, suicide, slut-shaming Read the rest of this entry

Friendly Allies vs. Unchecked Foes

The Pacific Northwest is really white. How white? Well…..

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Having lived in this sea of whiteness the majority of my life, I’ve had to face many battles with white supremacy. Being called “nigger” by a white relative, people avoiding elevator rides or sitting next to me on the bus, hair touching, work place discrimination, and all the microagressions in between. I also have to deal with a great deal of closeted racism that has gone unchecked due to the lack of non-whites the white folks here interact with. I don’t know. It might not be a regional thing. But it sure feels like it sometimes. I don’t know how else to explain it. Read the rest of this entry

A Black History Month #WCW Dedication

On this first Wednesday of Black History Month I wanted to write about the amazing Black women who came before me. This is dedicated to:

Maya Angelou, Toni Morrison, Gwendolyn Brooks, Sonia Sanchez, Nikki Giovanni, Ida B. Wells, Phillis Wheatly, Alice Walker, Zora Neale Hurston, Audre Lorde, Octavia Butler, my mother, Wendy Battles
And the thousands of others who put pen to paper and paved the way. Read the rest of this entry

Enough is Enough

Portland Public Schools is currently examining issues of inequity, looking to re-balance schools across the city. An advisory committee was formed and with community input, plan to guide the school board toward a solution.

When I went to Harriet Tubman Middle School we had a marine biology program. I took zoology. We dissected animals. We had Bunsen burners in more than one classroom. We had a dark room where we developed our own pictures from the cameras we made. We had two PE teachers, but I was able to opt out of PE and take dance instead. I felt like my opportunities were endless. My children will not have those same opportunities at Boise-Eliot/Humboldt. There are limited classrooms to share with 10 grade levels. The PE teacher is forced to teach 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, and 14 year olds in the same room. The same room where they have 15 minutes a day to eat lunch. The same room where they hold assemblies. And that is just a small piece of the problematic puzzle. Like many other (P)K-8s in the city, Boise-Eliot/Humboldt is not okay Read the rest of this entry

What The Wiz Taught My Children

It has been so long since I’ve been inspired to write a full blog post. So much has gone on this year and there’s so much I could have written about, but I managed to keep it to truncated Facebook posts and brief Twitter rants. But the one thing that has a way of inspiring my writing is Black excellence in art. Last night The Wiz Live aired and this morning I have so much to say about it.

The reprise of the 1975 musical play (and 1978 motion picture) did not disappoint. The cast was perfect. The dancing was dope and the music gave me chills. With powerhouse vocals from Amber Riley leading the way, we received 3 hours of straight up beautiful art. And with its (almost) all-Black cast, it was a cultural experience worth letting my kids stay up 3 hours past their bedtime to enjoy. Read the rest of this entry

Change is Gonna Come

It’s been a while, but we’re about to make some changes around here. Stay tuned……

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Throwback Thursday: Oh SNAP!

Hey y’all! It’s been a long while. I decided to repost this blog I wrote back in 2012 in light of conversations about limiting those who receive food stamps. This time around, the controversy is whether or not they should be able to buy steak and seafood and I just wanted to share this in light. Please note that the dollar amounts may be 3 years old but most of the information is relatively comparable. Read the rest of this entry