T’challa Williams is author, poet, performer, Executive Co-Founder of the literary organization Hartford’s L.I.T; Chairperson of the Hartford Public High School’s - School Governance Council; member of the Artists Advisory Committee for the Greater Hartford Arts Council and a newly elected member of the Board of Directors for the Greater Hartford Arts Council. T’challa is committed to her ties in the Hartford community as Resiliency Bee Ambassador for the Project Resiliency Movement and through partnerships with numerous activist organizations around the state. Ever present and advocating for the rights of the people, you can always find her lending a hand and her voice, working to advance lives forward. Lover of life, people, community and the arts; A walking interpretation of revolutionary love.
March is all about the Souljah! Sister Souljah that is. After refreshing my memory with a re-read of The Coldest Winter Ever, I was ready for Life After Death, the sequel which released on March 2nd. BUT, I can't eat just one...Book that is. So while waiting for the release I read Midnight! Blown AWAY by how much I enjoyed this book. So much so, that I am currently on Book Two, Midnight and The Meaning of Love.
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LOL!!!! Ya'll BIG MAD! LOL! I have to laugh. I am not one to read reviews but with all the one sided opinions present I had to jump out and give my too sense. Winter is shot by someone she betrayed because she just not that sharp when it comes to fine details. But she IS A SURVIVOR! She is the same Winter she was in Coldest Winter Ever, self-absorbed, self-centered, and Vain as HELL. She learned that from her Brooklyn Momma. I love the fact that the Author took us into another realm! So MANY OF YOU are at the Last Stop Before You Drop, City of the Ungrateful, County of Ignorance, State of Arrogance! How dare we assume because we read one book that the second one should go how we think it should go. Read the story. It is fiction you know, or is it? I am caught all the way up in how this child is so New York she is ignorantly un-phased by her circumstance and hell bent on being the Queen of what is essentially Purgatory. All systems and situations have an angle you can work. But I be SOOO mad that this child consistently throws away every book given to her. She threw away the books Midnight tried to give her and she threw away the book from Siddiqah who was also trying to help her live eternally. How many people have tried to help your soul and you blatantly disregarded any and all of their assistance because it didn't line up with your thinking? LOTS! Hell, you doing that shit right now!!! Meanwhile, each and everyday we experience mercy that allows us to make choices that impact our eternity. Whatchu gone do with your life? Will you find your purpose or are you distracted by your Forever Nigga?? Swept up in the chaos of celebrity fashion and news and being seen. You know, a dead bitch ain't got no reflection. That's a Winter Santiaga quote and a double entendre for those who believe that Sister Souljah is insulting your intelligence. Take the blinders off...... or perhaps you are already existing in darkness. Lemme go finish these last pages so I can jump back into Midnight!!! I LOVE READING!!! Especially when I can't stand the lead but I still wanna know where she going in this sordid tale! ......HE HAD A TAIL!! Why she ain't pick up on that?? Maybe she just didn't care.
Re-reading this classic as an adult has revealed so much to me regarding the flaws of Winter; her thought process and the impacts of environment. I can not front, so far, young people in stories drive the momma in me CrAzY!!! The most frustrating point is how oblivious Winter remained to everything that was happening around her. As much as she was the daughter of the game, she had NO training. None. She did not pay attention to the true rules and allowed selfishness to dictate her every move. That led her to be homeless, broke and swinging socks at old ladies for cash and because she wasn't adequately rocking her Gucci Shoes. When I was 2o something reading this I felt like I found my big sister's diary. At 46, I am enraged at her attitude. Angered that she learned nothing from her father that helped her in the game - her ignorance isolated her and had her being used as opposed to really helped. And the help that was available she couldn't even see. Midnight asked Winter what as it that she wanted. She didn't even know how to answer the questions because she placed no value on the mind outside of what it led you to purchase. She was unknown outside the presence of Masculinity. I am hoping that she truly has found, Life after Death.
Wow. I appreciate the lens of this book. Often times Americans believe their way of thinking is the center of philosophical thought and theory and everything they say is gold and to be followed. Naw. Not the case. The eye of Midnight is so disciplined it reveals all the cracks within our thinking and our community as a people. Misguided youth, lustful youth, vengeful youth, dishonorable men and pedophile uncles, Faux masculinity intimidating the weak, defending honor when you have no true concept of what it is so you end up defending bullshit and loosing your life; yeah that's a lil glimpse of America. If you are not familiar then you live in a bubble of lies. This young man Midnight, was a focused and meticulous character that loved his mother and believed his religion with fervor. His discipline kept his head level and prevented him from falling into the many traps all around him. Make no mistake, Islam made him, but Brooklyn raised him. He was tried and true and listening to his story of learning, business, hood-ology and love kept me from the beginning of the book to the tumultuous end. From Umma Designs, to weapons mastery to playing in the Hustler's League, running from shady New York Cops, hiding out with Bangs, creeping Conflict, Five Percenters and looking in the eyes of Akemi; I was enthralled from beginning to end. I am already in book two. If you want to go on a rollercoaster ride through Brooklyn with a witty, intelligent, strong young black man then you should walk in the shoes of Midnight. After you finish, lets talk about it!