What is implicit racism

Implicit racism is when you believe a group of people are inferior or superior, but you don’t recognize you believe this.

And that is exactly the problem with implicit racism:  you may not know it’s there until you behave in a prejudiced manner.

People’s actions reveal what is really going on in their minds.

Knowledge and choice are some of the reasons why people, especially black people, need to learn how to protect themselves from being affected by racist beliefs. Some people make bad decisions not necessarily because they are bad people, but because they don’t have the knowledge to make the right choice.

Not only so, but the thing about racism, especially implicit racism, is that it’s deceptive. It can twist things inside your mind so that someone or something will appears a certain way, when in fact they are not. Nevertheless, you will keep seeing them that way and treating them accordingly until you decide to break racism’s implicit hold on your mind.

In my book DEALING WITH YOUR IMPLICIT RACISM (For black people and anti-racism activists) I show you how implicit racism works and what choices you can make to fight against it in your mind.

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Growing up racist

No one is born a racist. So then why do people have racist views about Blacks, black people included? The answer is brainwashing.

Growing up, I was taught a lot of things explicitly and implicitly. I was taught a certain version of what it meant to respect adults, what it meant for a wife to submit to her husband, the woman’s role in the kitchen, and a lot of things about God and the bible.

As I grew older, I was explicitly and implicitly exposed to others ideas about these very issues and much more. These new ideas began to challenge what I had been taught growing up. I saw that in many areas, I had just swallowed certain beliefs because I didn’t know any better, and I didn’t even know that constant exposure to some beliefs would affect my own ideas .

The same process applies to racism. We’ve all been explicitly and implicitly taught negative beliefs about black people. In my book DEALING WITH YOUR IMPLICIT RACISM (For black people and anti-racism activists), I show you how to challenge racist beliefs within yourself.

Changing a bad habit and racism

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Have you ever struggled with a bad habit or just a behavior that you feel you can never change? Or have you ever held an opinion that you thought was the truth, that you could never see things differently?

That was how I felt when I decided to fight the explicit racist views I had of black people. I felt that I was not going to change because what I believed had nothing to do with me and everything to do with reality and the truth.

Nevertheless, I had made my decision to fight, and fight I did. And in my fight, I learned how to change my beliefs and opinions, and I learned that a lot of beliefs that people hold about black people are not their own beliefs, but rather beliefs they were exposed to as a child.

You can find out more about my fight to deal with my own racism in my book DEALING WITH YOUR IMPLICIT RACISM (For black people and anti-racism activists).

 

Dealing with your Implicit Racism

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Good news, my book DEALING WITH YOUR IMPLICIT RACISM: For black people and anti-racism activists has finally arrived.

 

In my book, I talk about my personal struggles with racism growing up in an international environment, and how I came to have racist beliefs about black people.

 

I recount what eventually led me to change my beliefs about Blacks, and I give the  techniques I used to accomplish this in an anecdotal manner.

 

I also explain where racism comes from and why being Black or an anti-racism activist doesn’t protect you from having racist thoughts and beliefs about black people.

DEALING WITH YOUR IMPLICIT RACISM: For black people and anti-racism activists will be sold exclusively on Amazon for now, and it will be free for the next 3 days. So quickly go and get your copy and tell your family and friends. Better yet, leave a review on Amazon or Goodreads.

https://www.amazon.com/DEALING-YOUR-IMPLICIT-RACISM-anti-racism-ebook/dp/B06ZZLFLQ9/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1492461669&sr=8-1&keywords=dealing+with+your+implicit+racism

I wrote my first book!

 

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So I have finally written my first book. It’s called Dealing with your implicit racism (For black people and anti-racism activists). It isn’t only for these specified people; it’s for everyone who is interested in dealing with racism. In the book, I talk about how I struggled with racism, and what I eventually did to fight against it. It will help anyone who is willing to be open and honest with themselves where racism is concerned.

 

The book is currently being edited and will be published by in April 2017.

 

I am looking for as many early reviewers  as possible who would be interested in getting a free advance copy and would then post an honest review of the book on all  English Amazon sites, Kobo, Barnes & Noble, Goodreads, ibooks, and Smashwords. If you’re interested, or if you know people who would be interested, please send me a message on my Facebook page: Mebooks blog, and I’ll send you a copy.

 

Wattpad and my favorite writers

 

 

I first heard of Wattpad through an author who I follow on Facebook, W.R. Gingell, the author of the Shards of a Broken Sword trilogy. She is currently writing a book on Wattpad entitled Bright As the Eyes of You, and whenever she posts a chapter on Wattpad, she lets her fans on Facebook know.
So what is Wattpad? Wattpad is an online community for lovers of stories. While EBooks may have revolutionized the book publishing world, Wattpad is revolutionizing the book writing and reading experience. It’s basically a website where writers, including those who write fan fiction, post their stories chapter by chapter, and readers get a chance to read these stories for free. Yes, you read that correctly, for free.
As I mentioned in my last post, I decided to publish a short (comic book intended) story that I had written some time ago; I decided to do so on Wattpad. What I like about Wattpad is the fact that it has a mobile app. You no longer have to be sitting in front of your laptop in order to write/edit. You can write/edit anything you want immediately on your phone. This is great for those moments of inspiration that come whenever you’re far, far away from your laptop. Furthermore, the distance between readers and writers is shortened because now readers can give you feedback on every line of your story, commenting on what they like and do not like.
All types of writers are on Wattpad: the published and the aspiring writer. As a reader, you get a whole range of stories with beautiful cover art (stress the ‘beauti’ part of that beautiful). After posting my story, I decided to really go on a story hunt for my favourite authors. I found Intisar Khanani, the author of Bone Knife and the Sunbolt Chronicles, Katie Cross, author of the Network Series, the first book in the series (Miss Mabel School for Girls) is free on Wattpad, and even Lindsay Buroker (She has three of the Emperor’s Edge series on there) and Martha Wells! I think more authors need to be on Wattpad…. hem, hem…… Rabia Gale, Lois McMaster Bujold, Patricia Mckillip are you reading this…..?

The Developers

I was looking through some of my book files some days ago, and I came across a document entitled Short comic stories. I clicked on it and began reading a story that I had written like a year ago. I had stopped writing it because I thought that I wasn’t achieving what I had set out to do, and I didn’t know how to continue the story. Well, imagine my pleasure as I read a story that made me laugh and piqued my interest. I guess some time away from the story allowed me to look at it with new eyes, and it allowed me to see the potential in the story. I have touched up the first chapter of this story (think of a comic book setting as you read),  and it’s been posted  here on Wattpad:

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https://www.wattpad.com/323097989-the-developers-part-1

 

The story is about Taiwo Adeola, a carefree twenty something with supernatural abilities. She puts on the TV to find out that her identical twin sister is a suspect in an assault. As a supernatural who hasn’t registered her abilities, Taiwo knows she can’t let the authorities track her down…..

Short story- Unprotected family

 

Protect yourself…….protect your family?

Femi opened his eyes. He shook his head groggily; he could only see clearly through one eye. It looked like he was in a brightly lit room, then the pain hit. His body felt like it had been used as a punching bag, everywhere hurt. His face felt swollen; he tried to touch it before realizing that he was handcuffed, his two hands behind his back.
“He’s awake again”, he heard a voice say, a female voice.
“Mr. Adewale, you’ve come back to join us”, a male’s voice this time.
He heard footsteps approaching.
” Are you ready to tell us where you kept our briefcase?”, the man asked.
Femi licked his lips and tasted blood. He was surprised that he didn’t taste tears also. Still, he did what he had been doing for the last two beatings: He didn’t answer.
The man’s face came into view. He was light skinned, with striking dark brown eyes, and thick black eyebrows.
He smiled at Femi, “you probably have some broken ribs, your face is a mess, and Clement right here is going to start breaking your fingers very soon. If that doesn’t get you talking, then we’ll start on the electric shocks. So why don’t you just tell us where you kept our briefcase.”
Femi felt something like a cold rod start pounding inside his chest when he heard the word “electric shocks”. Just tell them, they’ll let you go once they’ve got their briefcase, a voice shouted in his head.
“We’ll certainly release you once we’ve retrieved our property,” the man said, as if he was reading Femi’s mind.
Those words brought him back to reality. He shook his head. They all knew that it was his dead body they would be releasing. If he wanted to live, he had to keep his mouth shut. He heard someone sigh.
“You know,” the man smiled again, drawing out his words like he was talking about something interesting, “in some countries, they chop off the hands of thieves.”
Femi felt someone behind him grasp his right hand. He began to tremble, but he still didn’t open his mouth. How had he ended up here? He wished with all his heart that he had never picked the wrong briefcase in that dark elevator. He felt anger rise in him at the National Electrical and Power distribution Ministry. It was their fault for taking electricity at that moment.
“Stop blaming people for your problems,” his mother’s voice sounded in his head. Femi groaned. He wouldn’t be surprised if it was actually his mother speaking to him. She had never admitted it, but he suspected his mother and two sisters could send their voices over distances into people’s minds. Femi groaned even louder.  His mother and sisters were the last people he wanted to be thinking about right now, especially since thinking about them under normal circumstances made him mad.
“Are you a religious man Mr. Adewale?” the man asked, looking thoughtfully at his good eye. “You know that stealing is wrong; if you die under interrogation, where do you think you will go to? Hel—
“Alright, that’s enough,” another male voice spoke up.

The person holding Femi’s hand let go, whilst the first man stepped back. The new person came into view. He had brown eyes and a face that looked like it had been delicately sculptured, in ice. Femi turned his face away, looking down at his shoes.
“You have family?” The new man asked Femi, hitting him in the shins so that he would look up at him. “You have a wife? Kids? Parents…. yeah? Well, we’re going find them, make no mistake. We’ll bring them here, maybe that will loosen your tongue.” This new man’s tone was cold, very different from the first man’s engaging behavior.
The man leaned closer towards his face. “You know what we’re capable of. You saw what was in that briefcase didn’t you?”, he whispered, “so you know, I won’t hesitate to remove anyone or anything that gets in my way”.
Femi looked into the man’s eyes. They had the warmth of a predator stalking its prey. This man was serious.  He was going to bring his family here to kill them. A sick sense of happiness spread through him.
Before Femi could speak, the man had already started giving orders.
“Clement, round up the team now; it shouldn’t take that long to find his family. Markos, start searching for them online. Hack into whatever sites you need.”
Femi coughed, then said , “my mother and two sisters live in the Victoria area on happiness street. My mom’s name is Lola Gbemi. My sisters are called Nike and Sade.”
No one said anything for a few heartbeats. Then,
“Clement?”
“Yes sir?” Clement answered from behind Femi.
“Break one of his fingers before you go.”

By Sefunmi Oladumiye

The School of Good and Evil

 

 

Give us our Prince Charming, no matter his personality

 

 

Fairy tales are given a lot of leeway. Stories nowadays would be lambasted as unbelievable and in need of a good editor if they were told in the same manner as fairy tales. Yet these stories still hold a special place in people’s hearts despite their glaring shortcomings.
For example, in the Thousand and One Nights how exactly could Shaharazad eventually fall in love with a man who killed his wives the morning after the wedding? The man sounds like a psychopath. Or why did the Prince like Cinderella? Only because she was pretty and had nice clothes. How shallow. And what’s so special about having small feet? It’s just feet for shoes sake. Rapunzel, where did she get food and water from? What about the household, sorry , towerhold items? A girl needs tissue paper whenever she goes to the toilet, you know. And how, how, how did the Prince climb her hair without causing her to have neck pain and traction alopecia (hair loss due to excessive pulling)? I could go on and on about the shortcomings in fairy tales.
Fairy tales take us on adventures with very imperfect characters and over the top stories, but when we were kids, we didn’t notice their imperfections. We supported the protagonists because they were beautiful, rich, and royalty (or eventually became these things). We disliked the antagonists because they were ugly, dark, and evil, but especially because they were ugly.
The book The school of Good and Evil by Soman Chainani is a fairy tale that deals with the ridiculousness of such stories in a funny, suspenseful, and action filled manner. It is a tale for children and adults alike, and it really touches on who is really good, and who is really evil. There’s a saying in the Bible: “Man looks at the outward appearance, but God looks at the heart”.Soman Chainani really highlights the importance of what is in one’s heart vs their outward appearance.
This is the premise of the story : in the village of Gavaldon, a mysterious person kidnaps two children every four years, drops one of them either at a school where he/she is taught to be a villain, or at a school where he/she is taught to be the Princess/Prince/hero. Now, no child from this village ever wants to be kidnapped (duh) except one…………Sophie. Beautiful Sophie has dreamed of being kidnapped to become a princess for a looong time.

 

 

This story is too good to be recounted in a blog article, you have to read it yourself.

The Emperor’s Edge

 

No more waiting for MANEROS!

 

I’m going to write two short stories (very short stories), and I want you to finish them as quickly as possible. Finish them how you think most people (movie script writers, authors, etc) would finish stories like these. Here they are:
Story 1
Doyin starting running even before she heard the beast roar. She had to get to the entrance where Anya, the Eagle, was waiting to carry her, Kaleb, and the other people to the Vale. Doyin was moving as fast as her legs could carry her, but she could hear the beast gaining on her. She tripped and fell, her heart also dropping as well as her body. The beast was upon her. Doyin let out a shriek as deafening as the beast’s roar……………………………………………………….. (please finish the story) .

Story 2

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Tola walked hurriedly down the street. There was something ominous in the air; she could feel it. She shivered as she looked around. She hadn’t meant to stay this late, but Helen had come late again, and they had to finish their project tonight. So they had stayed at the library till 10 pm. It hadn’t bothered Tola so much because the streets were usually crowded at this time. However, tonight was different. The shops, cafes, and restaurants were closed, and only a few cars were on the road. She looked around again, this time behind her, and saw someone walking some meters back. Where had this person come from? It looked like a man. She quickened her pace and crossed the road. A few seconds later she looked back again; the man had also crossed the street and he was much closer now. Tola lost all pretense and started running, not caring where she was going. She heard pounding footsteps behind her before she felt hands grab her from behind………………………………………………………….(please finish the story).

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A lot of books/films that have scenes like the ones I have just written would have finished these stories by having a man come to the rescue of these women.woman-156934_960_720

Or, if these women were to save themselves, they would have been introduced as kick-butt, Nikta, or kung-fu type women, not the average Doyin or Tola.

 

 

The average Doyin needs a Manero (Man hero). Here is a good question: Why can’t these women save themselves?
The Emperor’s edge, the first book in the series by Lindsay Buroker, is different. Amaranthe Lokdon, our main character,  can’t kick a lot of butt. Early on in the book, Amaranthe gets herself in a very tight spot. In my opinion there was no way out, and a part of me was waiting for a Manero to come save her. Amaranthe shed a few tears herself. Then something happened that you don’t see in a lot stories: Amaranthe wiped her tears away, and she started to plan her escape! And escape she did, without any Manero to the rescue.
Why I like this book(series)– Fantastic and funny characters. The main character Amaranthe is an inspiration on how to lead, how to not feel sorry for yourself, and how to love.
What I don’t like–  Dialogue can be funny without sexual innuendo.