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Yetunde Bronson

Yetunde Bronson

"Junk"

"Junk"

By Yetunde Bronson

My mother, a native of Sierra Leone, kept an almost militant restriction of all sugary substances in our house, due to being subjected to substandard dentistry as a child, so I had some pretty healthy eating habits as a kid. Sure, there were things I hated, but for the most part, I ate whatever was on my plate. My father assisted – refusing to let me or my sister get up from the table until we had eaten every single morsel.

I remember when my sister, who hated spinach, decided to wait my father out. We clearly had no understanding of the discipline afforded a man who had survived Vietnam. She sat there, sunlight passing through the room, while I slammed out of the screen door to catch what little piece of the day that remained. Leaving her to fight and eventually lose her battle and choke down the cold spinach.

    I was taught early about the importance of healthy eating – not for the right reasons, but whatever. For the most part, the kids in my neighborhood were from homes where food was regularly prepared. In the evenings, voices rang out from households, calling us home to eat. For us, candy and chips were things to look forward to. Sweet, sticky rewards we gave ourselves for getting good grades, washing the dishes, keeping our rooms clean, or not locking our baby sister in the basement with the crazy ass cat. We hoarded the loose change we collected from charitable adults and couch cushions to score 25 cent bags of cheese popcorn and Hot Stuff potato chips.

    And there was always that one kid – the one who stayed outside during dinner time. Who sat on our back porches and waited for a kind adult to open up the screen door and offer him food. The one eating Honey Buns for breakfast, his baby teeth black with rot. His skin was always ashy, and he was always healing from some broken bone. We would tease him mercilessly about his rusty legs, and how he was falling behind in school. He would give as good as he got, hurling muffled insults at us around mouthfuls of Laffy Taffy, the only thing he would eat that day.

    His mother, an angry presence behind a screen door. His father, gone. The other children in the house, their bellies swollen with malnutrition, would crowd the front porch of the dilapidated house, their hands clutching mayonnaise sandwiches. Our mothers whispered about them on the phone – our fathers shot uncomfortable glances in their direction as they mowed lawns.

    And our lives went on. We left the neighborhood or stayed, left the city or stayed, married or didn’t, had kids or didn’t. Joined the military or sold drugs, went to college or went to jail. We did all of this and didn’t think about the boy who sat on our steps, waiting for us to invite him in.   

Yetunde Bronson is a minimally published writer who is currently writing the world’s greatest African-based sci-fi/fantasy novel – in her head. She is an educator and grant writer, so she’s virtually impervious to scorn. She has no acting experience, yet holds on to the dream of one day playing a bit part in a Star Wars or Marvel Comics franchise film. She lives alone with two cats and an impressive catalog of obscure 70s funk music. She is, quite frankly, the slickest cat lady you’ll ever meet.

Jonnie Dixon

Fight to the Death: Using Gladiators to Explain the Black & Gay Media Struggle

Fight to the Death: Using Gladiators to Explain the Black & Gay Media Struggle

By Jonnie Dixon - Resident Scribe

I recently came across a snippet of the Jerry Springer Show. The storyline of this episode featured two gay best friends fighting amongst each other. Apparently, one of them started seeing this guy, and his friend got jealous. So, the friend started seeing the boyfriend behind his friend’s back. Now, they are all on the Jerry Springer Show, and as an open and proud gay person, I couldn’t feel more embarrassed.

 I know I may be a bit dramatic here. But, as I watch this clip, I see two gay men sporting ridiculously distasteful costumes, blindly iterating our culture’s jargon, and speaking with painfully forced flamboyant accents. Don’t get me wrong. I am aware there are some people, gay, straight, and beyond, who happily live flamboyant and androgynous lives. However, in the context of a show such as Springer’s, these personas- the mad black woman, the adulterous black man, and the effeminate homosexual- have become dangerously repetitive.

 By sporting the loud, overtly feminine, irrational, and violent persona, these people do more than just fit the stereotype- they perpetuate it. Every episode carries the same plotline. Jerry welcomes a variety of guests. They all tell the story of the wife they no longer love, the boy that turned them gay, the oblivious boy in the midst of an affair with an undercover transwoman. These walking stereotypes exchange strong words, compete in contests, sporadically breakout into fights, and most importantly keep the audience entertained.

 This, in my eyes, is the modern day reincarnation of gladiator culture. What were once deadly weapons used in legendary wars, are now fists and untraceable exchanges of words. Instead of coliseums filled with spectators and emperors, there are now stages and live audiences. And the people replacing the original gladiators- the people now taking the place of war prisoners – are members of the black and queer community.

 There are a scary amount of similarities between something as ancient as gladiator culture and something as far-fetched as the Jerry Springer Show.

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