In Sista Talk Too, Rochelle Brock brings meaningful new material which evokes and updates her past examination of Black women in today’s culture. The first Sista Talk: The Personal and the Pedagogical is an inquiry into the questions of how Black women define their existence in a society which devalues, dehumanizes, and silences their beliefs. Placing herself inside of the research, Rochelle Brock invited the reader on a journey of self-exploration, as she and seven of her Black female students investigate their collective journey toward self-awareness in the attempt to liberate their minds and souls from ideological domination. Throughout, Sista Talk attempted to understand the ways in which this self-exploration informs her pedagogy. Combining Black feminist and Afrocentric theory with critical pedagogy, Sista Talk Too frames the parameters for an Afrowomanist pedagogy of wholeness for teaching Black students and strength in dealing with an unpredictable and often unstable view of the future. Rochelle Brock brings us something to be remembered by, chapters and writings from students and colleagues to help us survive and thrive in this world…all in the spirit of love, life, and Oshun.
I do not weep at the world / I am too busy sharpening my oyster knife
—Zora Neale Hurston
“I don’t love you anymore,” he said while removing the angel from the top of the now-dead Christmas tree. “Our marriage is wrong. I still love her. I need to leave you. Tonight.”
He continued talking; sitting perched like a vulture on top of the ladder, twirling the angel between his palms. She kneeled on the floor beneath him in a sea of empty ornament boxes, lights, garland, and candy canes. All the paraphernalia of Christmas. Their New Year’s Eve ritual had always been for him to remove and her to repack the Christmas ornaments. She insisted that a tree left standing after midnight on New Year’s Eve would leave the door open for the bad of the old year to be ushered into the new. She also fixed black-eyed peas for New Year’s dinner and buried a dollar every New Year’s Eve only to retrieve it at dawn. Her mother had told her these traditions would bring luck. She loved traditions and rituals. It was as if they connected the past and the present. She had practiced these as a child and as a woman they became part of her home.
She realized that although he was still talking she had stopped listening. His words were not about her. It was impossible to stop loving a...
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