
How can you leave me standing. Alone in a world that’s so cold. Maybe I’m just too demanding. Or maybe I’m just like my father, too bold. Or maybe you’re just like my Mother. She’s never satisfied. Why do we scream at each other? This is what it sounds like when doves cry. – When Doves Cry, Purple Rain, Prince, 1984
When Doves Cry by the late great Prince.
In 1984, a recording artist from Minneapolis by the name of Prince Rogers Nelson would completely take over. He started slowly, with a song titled I Wanna Be Your Lover, which was new and different and fresh and would begin an odyssey of a performance artist named Prince. Although, there would be plenty of great songs that followed, no one will argue, even the most hardcore Prince fan who owns dozens of his albums, that When Doves Cry from the surprise blockbuster film Purple Rain, his aura would match that of Michael Jackson, who at that time, ruled the world.
Performance Art – in its most traditional definition – is spoken in reference to fine art or the theater or Shakespeare-like performances in the park, avant garde, if you will. But words and phrases often evolve or widen, becoming more inclusive, offering a greater variety. Performance Art derives from the imagination, and takes shape within the soul of the artist. And when the idea springs outward as a song or a dance or a motion picture or an essay, in the most spectacular occasions, it becomes more than those words, it becomes a performance.
Prior to the arrival of MTV and the music video, the true measure of an artist, was their stage presence, live and in concert. And in 1985, in Long Beach California, I was in the audience of a sold out arena to see Prince in person, and not only did he not disappoint, but he delivered a roof-raising, stand and deliver shouting, show-stopping performance, that I would remember for decades after.
Prince would call his own shots. He would change his name, and ultimately pull all his music from the internet, if that was what it took to have it his way with the mind-boggling library of music he wrote, composed, performed and played nearly every instrument on nearly every song.
Prince was an extraordinarily successful entertainer, but to him, he was an artists and he felt every one of his creations. And yes, sometimes, at the expense of the fans that loved him, but how could we find fault with him?
Defining ourselves as performance artists, does not mean we are making a living at our craft, but of course that is a goal. It does not mean that we walk in a singular, non-inclusive circle. Nor does it mean we ever retire, as after we are students (which never ends) we should pass on our knowledge, through teaching or sharing or continuing to entertain.
I have never met Prince, nor have I ever seen an in-depth interview, where I felt like I learn something about him. And although he has been lambasted in both music circles and the press, his near self-vanishing act, seems exactly like another Prince performance. But when you are planning or designing or living your imaginative world, always remember, that the art we have been gifted with, ultimately serves two purposes: It is our contribution to the world, our signature that we were here; and more pressing, as performers, we are here to entertain.
So what does it sound like When Doves Cry? The brilliancy of the prose, laid over a groundbreaking beat made it a number one song. But I imagine, that the real sound of doves crying is silence, from the voice of an artist who should be singing and sharing his wealth of songs.
Rest in Peace
Welcome to The Neighborhood
Me don’t dip on nobody’s side. Me don’t dip on the black man’s side,
not the white man’s side. Me dip on God’s side,
the one that create me cause me to come from Black & White
– Bob Marley
J.P. Kallio
with Losing Faith
THE INVISIBLE PERCEPTION OF BLACK
by Kendall F. Person
I was born a Negro, the description on my birth certificate under race, but never attached myself to the term, for when I was old enough to discover the plague of my nation – Race or Color – the Black Power revolution had overthrown the more antiquated Negro, as Black was how I would identify me, as would my nation. My nuclear family lived in the diverse, but majority Black Montbello section of Denver Colorado, the largest and most spectacular city within the natural majesty of the Rocky Mountains. I was young, but I do not ever remember the need to wear or run from my color, it just was.
In the late 70s, my Mother, tiring of shoveling snow and no longer wanting to be a hometown girl, headed west with her brood, landing in the Sacramento suburb: Citrus Heights, by happenstance. Measured only by my elementary (6 Black children, 4 of which were of my Mother’s lineage), its demographic was perhaps more than 95% white. But even though we were reminded nearly every day, that we were Black – shouts of nigger reigning down, my parents scrubbing eggs off the fence and refilling the air in our car tires, morning rituals, at times – I excelled and experienced the same true friendships as everyone else.
Although my high school, Grant Union in the Del Paso Heights section of Sacramento proper, was majority Black, but a powerhouse football program and a perception from areas outside of us – of heathens and thugs – bonds between races were normal and natural. But Black defined me on nearly every government document.
Ironic to the unfamiliar, but not to those who know, the University bubble is a very special one, but also where a division of the races becomes prominent. Black Family Day was when black families visited the campus and Picnic Day was ‘reserved for whites, at the University of California Davis, where I received my education. Not a law or even an unwritten rule, it was just the way it felt. But the education, the experience, the bubble was one of the most cherished times in my life, so even the very visible card of race was a non-threatening one, The movement from Black to African American arose during those collegiate years. However, the close friends and fraternity brothers that made up my world, stayed ‘Black’ and even now, mostly used in more formal settings, I do not commonly identify with the accepted and widely used term: African American, Black had become my identity.
The color black in science is pigmentation. In evolution it is determined by a very long lineage of where blood lines are derived. In my belief of God, Black is He, as is white and brown and all other shades of the human species. Up and down, round and round as the years passed and life went on, the degree of Black being the most prominent definition of self waned, but never did the perception of others, who only knew me, then judged me by the Blackness of my skin, enter into the equation of how I saw me or interfere in the pursuit of happy. And never once, during or upon my crash landing, addiction wiped away my smile, did I contribute the weight of being Black in America as the cause of my collapse. But this is my story, as ultimately, we are individuals (who invented ways to segregate ourselves).
All-inclusive, The Neighborhood belongs to everyone and the diaspora of artists, and topics and neighbors, visitors & guests, derived from a natural growth. An online educational and entertainment destination, where a white man who only listened to country music and a black woman, only in touch with R&B, have relaxed and perhaps erased built-in perceptions of the non familiar. Shows here are driven by a collaborative of artists, allowing for a hip hop song to cover a post on North Korea and a folk song from Ireland, to soundtrack a show of Black identity, enriching everyone with everyone.
And that identity, embedded through my bloodlines, my surroundings and the ever present race dance, one of the most enduring of my land, compels me to speak openly and more often on the topic. The bond built with all artists and respect of all who visit, is of the greatest importance, but my reach into the lives of young black men is paramount, as their image has traditionally taken a beating, and who some believe cannot be reached (based on perceptions of which those who hold them, may not even know the source); and of slightly equal measures, a projection of self, that cannot be blamed on anyone but oneself.
To have this platform, that is embraced by a vast cross section of people, to not utilize it to advance aged old thoughts, and instill a Think Big mentality to those who do not understand they have it, would be an opportunity lost and forever a question mark of myself could I have done more to contribute to humanity and a legacy of my existence
– The Neighborhood
The 2017 City of the Year,
will be determined by the city that finds a way.

I dream of an Africa which is in peace within itself. – Nelson Mandela
We Want Peace
by Emmanuel Jal
AFRICA: The View From Here
written by Kendall F. Person
In 1992, African-American host of NBC’s Today Show, Bryant Gumbel, won a powerful coup. The Today Show agreed to allow Mr. Gumbel to host the morning news show from a thriving city in west Africa. In 1993, he was recognized by TransAfrica, UNICEF and the National Association of Black Journalists for his original broadcast from the continent. However, I do not believe that Mr. Gumbel’s accomplishment were ever really understood or recognized for its value within the community.
Up until that time, nearly all images coming out of the Motherland were of starvation, disease, apartheid, savages and one bloody coup after another. His broadcast were from thriving metropolises of ordinary people in all black cities in sub-Saharan Africa. But whether The Today Show did not have a large enough African-American demographic or the images simply seemed unreal, his live broadcast did little to shake the image that Black Africa was not simply third world, but another world altogether.
But nearly two decades later, African nations have taken their reputation and destiny into their own hands and are producing headlines around the world, good and bad, based on the same promises, successes and challenges as the rest of the modern world.
In the late 80s, South Africa was toxic. Mass boycotts of companies doing business there, exploded, draining valuable dollars from the economy. They wore the scarlet letter proudly, being banned from international sports competitions and on the worldwide stage in most endeavors. But when Nelson Mandela walked free, the conversation slowly changed. While the shame of apartheid evaporates and Black Africans take presence in the middle and upper classes, they have gained entry into the world stage, even hosting a successful, top flight FIFA World Cup. While their struggles with crime and gaining control of a HIV epidemic are staggering, they have moved away from issues of race and civil rights onto celebrity gossip pages , with their own trial of the century. Olympic and hometown hero, Oscar Pistorius.
At 40 years old, Isabel Dos Santos of Angola has emerged as Africa’s richest woman with a net worth of one billion dollars, entering a rarefied club on any continent. When Liberian born Ellen Johnson Sirleaf was elected President of her country, she shattered a male dominant industry in politics by becoming, not just the first woman president of Liberia, but the first woman President in Africa.
Hollywood’s first rival emerged out of the Indian sub-continent, also known as Bollywood. But Nigeria – Nollywood – has emerged as a leader in film in its own right. Nollywood produces somewhere between 1000 – 2000 films per year, and has become a destination for international directors, looking to strike gold, where other rainbows have failed them. Music, models, actors and directors, the entertainment industry has exploded. While non-African born actors still receive the choice roles (American born darling, Jennifer Hudson played the lead role in Winnie and London born star Idris Elba delivered a knockout performance in the starring role of Nelson Mandela), African artists are filling African roles in the arts & sciences.

Luanda Angola
While Africa still struggles with corrupt leaders like Teodoro Obiang Nguema Mbasogo, President of Equatorial Guinea Isaias Afwerki, President of Eritrea and Omar Al Bashir, President of Sudan, and terrorist organizations, wildlife preservation and climate change, the countries on the African continent have pulled themselves up and are polishing their own brands as destinations for business, entertainment, tourism and a normal place to live….just like the rest of the world.
an Editorial from thepublicblogger
this is… The Neighborhood
Starring
Jess Clackum
Jean Marc Toledano
Rich Green
and
Ned Hickson
Set Design by
Art. Paper. Scissors. Glue!
House Band
Mickey Roarr – Scarface Martin
story by Kendall F. Person
Backstage
Rich Green
He was already numb, so when he heard the click it did little to calm nerves that were so frayed, he was not sure how he could go on. But Rich Green had drawn the shortest straw, passing the first sadistic hurdle in flying colors, he must now calm himself enough to pass another. Refusing to make eye contact with the others, Rich stood up from his silver and black chair, wiped the sweat from his brow, took a sip of water and prepared to wow the crowd.

Main Stage
Backstage
Ned Hickson
He could hear the audience laughing, he could feel his heart beating, and he could see the lazy-susan spinning and watched through blurred vision as the barrel end of the .357 Magnum stopped and was now pointing at him. Ned Hickson’s comedy career was on the rise. He held onto a loyal following, who howled in delight at everything he said as if he were distributing laughing gas. But with promises of instant stardom, and the allure of cold hard cash, he would ignore the downside of losing, but with the gun now in his hand, he could ignore the downside no longer.
The click would startle him more than it did the others. He heard the applause coming from the main stage and would see contestant number one return to the table. Taking a deep, hard breath, he would also say a little prayer, and as he walked toward the main stage, the curtain would be raised.
Laws of physics don’t apply to our families laundry baskets
In an attempt to explain the volume of laundry that accumulates from our four children on a daily basis, I sorted the laundry, totaled the number of garments and divided it by four. According to my calculations they are changing their clothes every 18 minutes. This includes through the night, when they apparently take turns changing EACH OTHER while sleeping in shifts. This would explain how they can have a closet full of clothes at bedtime, then wake up and have nothing to wear.
Also, judging from their pants’ knees, our children spend most of the day on their hands and knees trapping moles. As a result, I considered getting ahead of the curve by purchasing new pants, and then immediately cutting the knees out — effectively eliminating 90 percent of the grass stains from our laundry.
I eventually decided on a “responsibility checklist” for each of our children to encourage them to take care of their clothes. Naturally, there is a reward system involved for completing this checklist each day, such as reward option 1) Not having to go to school naked.
I was just in my office minding my own business.
Student: “Hey…uh…can you tell me what classes are being held in this building? I can’t remember where my class is.”
Me: “What?” (I know this shouldn’t shock me but it does.)
Student: “I’m not sure but I know it’s in this building somewhere.”
Me: “That’s nice. Now do you know what class?
Student: “No.”
Me: “Wait wait wait….you left for campus with not only no clue as to where your class is but no clue as to what class you were going to?”
Student: “I got up late, went to a rave. Hey I know it’s in this building. Does it help if I tell you I’m a Liberal Arts major?”
Me: “Uh…no.” (I held my tongue.)
Student: “Well can you look up a building schedule for me and tell me where it is?”
Me: “Now, how am I supposed to tell you where it is if neither one of us have any idea what you’re taking?”
Student: “Can you look up my schedule?”
Backstage
Jean Marc Toledano
I have a great relationship with my dog.
I scratch his back and he prepares my income tax.It’s amazing that I ever made it thru kindergarten.
I could barely see over the dashboard when I drove to school.I never believed in life after death until I started dating.If I had my life to live over, I’d wear larger underwear.I bought my dog a pen & pencil set for Christmas.
Now he’s writing love letters to my wife.My father was an old-fashioned provider. He hunted with a bow & arrow.
There was never a problem until he came to the canned-good section in the
supermarket.My mother worked for the C.I.A. My father worked for the F.B.I.
I made a fortune selling government secrets back and forth
.
In 1965 Larry Peddlefee settled a millennia old controversy when he proved
that the Earth DOES have a moon circling it. He did this by looking into the
sky and pointing directly at it.Ellen Parker, who has been hearing voices in her head for 50 years, was
recently evicted from her apartment after neighbors complained that the
voices were getting too loud and disturbing the peace.
**a shout to The Neighborhood house band Scarface Martin
And from The Neighborhood…..we wish you all good luck and good night.

Originally published in 2015, ‘Young Black Men’ still rings in our ears.
“As a person who was raised by a racist parent and learned better in college when I made black friends, I still feel guilty for the pain I inflicted in my ignorance. I’ll never forget where I’ve come from. As long as I live, I carry the burden of expiation. I deeply value what these young men have to teach me.” – from Nutsrok, Linda Bethea of Greenwood Louisiana
from Chicago Illinois,
Gospel Recording Artist AnewDuo w/ Born to Win
a generational collaborative of peace respect & love
In 1968, the late Dr. Martin Luther King Jr., had no way of knowing that his life would be taken away from him 5 years after he delivered his famous “I had a Dream” speech on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. I’m guessing it may have crossed his mind that it was possible, it could happen, knowing the mindset of many individuals in the United States back in the late 50’s and early 60’s. Despite these circumstances, Dr. King continued to focus on his goal and his dream of human equality in America. King and many others who aided along the long journey did not live to see his dream come to pass, but we my young brothers as young black men in America today are living his dream.
Our journey to self-discovery, the eight of us embarked on, maintained a clear mission – to define ourselves, as individuals, then unite our voices to speak to and for our generation – it was more complexed then I’d imagine but as I listened and learned of the lives of my brothers, we became more empowered to complete our mission.
“The futures of black men are improving. I feel like we use to be very oblivious to the oppression of black men in America because we are more aware of situations that were not shared with us in the past. In order to truly see change in our future we must first work on a couple of things. Growing up my dad was my role model, he was the definition of a hardworking man, nice, polite, forgiving, caring, and understanding. Today it is very hard to be that man when dealing with my black brothers because their definition of a man is hostile, aggressive, and non-compassionate, which makes it harder to get along with each other. We need more unity. We as black men are not truly unified, and you can see traces of that in all our communities through gang violence and robbery within the radius of where we live. Instead of taking away from each other let’s start investing that energy into building. Let’s start investing in our local politician instead of name brand. Let’s start sharing knowledge and increase black mentors.”
Black men today have many flaws, however, Jay has faith in all of the young brothers in our generation.
Being from Baton Rouge, I have noticed that the young black men of my generation and others, do in fact promote the wrong things and have corrupted the minds of many young people. This is done so most effectively through the form of music. I know Baton Rouge may not be the only place in which this is the case, but from my experiences this is what I have noticed. It’s sad that many individuals would rather promote drugs and violence to stimulate buzz, than to motivate others to want better. Most children grow up doing what they see their parents doing, so as long as we allow them to be around the drugs, alcohol, and violence, they grow up believing these things are right.
“My generation of young black men have
the wrong idea of what living life is” – Cj Bennett
Since graduating college and moving back home, I’ve noticed a lot has changed. More so, I’ve noticed the mindsets of a lot of my friends has changed. One night, I was out in one of the clubs here in Baton Rouge, and over-heard a young black man saying to his friends, “Tonight its either jail or dead.” This really caught my attention because it’s sad that certain people in this world no longer value their own lives. Speaking to one of my young brothers from Philadelphia, C.J. Bennett, he elaborated more on the fact that black men today have the wrong idea of what living life really means.
“Everyone thinks like the music they listen to these days. A lot of our young black men today fail to think for themselves, and in the end they wind up making the wrong decisions. They ultimately put themselves in a situation that’s detrimental to not only their lives, but also the people who love them as well. For instance, this mentality that I have to shoot you if we are beefing. I’m a 90’s baby and when we had beef, before it came to gunplay we settle it with our hands. People these days are more afraid of taking a loss than anything. In my opinion losing a fight is way better than losing my life to the streets or the judicial system. These days the rise of social media has done nothing but add fuel to the fire. Fights, violence, drugs, sex, and money is what we see every day now. If that’s all our people are exposed to then that’s all they will know and want. We as young black men and people in general need to expand our minds and be open to new things, because no change equals no growth”
“Young black men in our generation got to learn self-control and
understand what’s Important and at stake, including myself.” – Aaron Schell
As a man you must know that your reputation is everything. Growing up I was taught that the impression you leave should be an everlasting one. Have you ever sat down for a minute to evaluate yourself, and wondered what others really think when they see you? Ever think about how foreigners view us as Americans, even more specific to the topic, black men? My young brother Shrestha Bibash of Kathmandu, Nepal, also reached out to give his insight on the subject and his experiences with black men in America and his experiences in his country.
“My maternal uncle once said that he bought a Rolex watch for just $200 from black people on the street. My uncle mentioned that he felt he was psychologically forced. Maybe he was afraid that they could fire a gun, or believed that black man could be on drugs and robbed the watch to sell for profit. I also have friends who have studied there and were also robbed by black people.”
Shrestha informed me that this gave him a bad impression. He feels that the good black people are suffering because of this mentality. “One person commits a crime and thousands have to suffer”
“Being black is not a choice, and being white is also not a prize. We all are in the same boat, and such things as racism do not make since at all. We cannot judge people by their look, but by how they are on the inside. So, respect humanity. I for one do not have good knowledge on life as a young black man in America, but I can give some views on how they are from what I have heard from authentic sources. During my college application process, I connected with a lot of people. The first black man I talked to was a graduate of Colorado College, who currently works for google plus. I was shocked that he was ready to help me, and he also connected me with other black people who were also studying at Colorado College. I can say I was fruitfully guided with my application. When I used to write blog, I got connected with a man by the name of Kendall Person. I asked many people for support for blogging, but nobody stood up for me but him. The man out of nowhere for me, stood up and guided me. He even wrote a college recommendation for me as well. From the black people I have encountered, I can say I’ve had good impression.”
Questions I often ponder: what’s happening to our young black men today? Are we not as strong willed as the leaders of our past? Is it, we have fallen victim to society or have we allowed it to dictate our decisions on the direction of our lives?

Speaking for a moment with a good friend of mine, Wa’Derrious Sellers better known as Huey P of Monroe, Louisiana, he expressed how he felt about the black men in America today.
Kenderick: What’s up my brother?
Huey P: Nothing much, what’s going on?
Kenderick: Nothing much, quick question for you. I know this a subject that’ll interest you the most because we’ve talked about it in the past
Huey P: What’s good?
Kenderick: In your honest opinion, how do you feel about black men in America today in general?
Huey P: I honestly feel like the real black men of today are nearly extinct. The government and society, fear a strong black man in every shape, form, and fashion. They are trying their best to keep us down in my opinion, and the saddest part is that we are allowing them to do so as a whole. I know you are probably wondering what is my definition of a real black man and to me it’s a black man that is very intelligent, family orientated, and makes sure he provides for his queen and children. He helps his community and others become better individuals, and he makes sure he has and impact on the world in a positive way, leaving behind a great legacy to follow.
I feel the black men of today have fallen victim to racism, socialism, depopulation, and many more detrimental things. I can’t even blame the government and society for all of this because it is partially our fault for letting things get out of hand and go this far. That was the main reason I started looking up to Huey P Newton, because he was fighting against this and fighting for the real black men of today and for the black communities to be successful. Most kids in my generation have no clue of who he is, but I promise before it’s all said and done they will remember both of our legacies and our impact on this world forever. Amen.
from Dublin Ireland, J.P. Kallio with While I’m Here
“I try to project consciousness throughout the minds
of other brothers both young and old,
because it’s too many brothers teaching, glorifying,
and brain washing our children with the wrong message”
– H-Y Loco
Many of our black men these days are noticing this growing problem and beginning to become more conscious of the fact that family unity is what’s most important in life.
“I feel a lot of black men are transitioning to a better understanding of life. Although more men are more lost than found, I really hope to see a bigger change over the years as far as consciousness goes. We as brothers need to educate ourselves, our children, and if we can find one of our strong black women willing to listen, teach her too. Out here we’re all we got”
We as young black men in America, have already been stamped and stereotyped as thugs, gangsters, etc. Whose fault is this? We live in a generation where appearance is everything. The sagging of the pants, the lack of respect and manners, the use of profanity in any setting, has gained us this stereotype. Though this is the case, it still doesn’t make it right for an individual to be judged by outside appearance. I believe that because a person may not always dress in the best of clothes, wear his pants down a little lower than others, or may even choose to wear a different hair style than the typical low cut, that it is not right that he should be frowned upon for this.
How do we get better? How about instead of giving in to the stereotype as young black men, we help educate our brother. Help him to understand that your appearance speaks, help him to understand that we should act in a manner and speak in a way that is deemed respectable to us. Let’s educate our children, help them to understand what’s right and what’s wrong, and teach them that education is everything. Teach them the history of our country and encourage them to strive for change. Let’s start to raise leaders of the future in this country.
Kendall F. Person, Creator
of The Neighborhood
I have no pretenses of the self-inflicted wounds created by our black young men. But I also comprehend that many wounds are historical and societal, the weight of being viewed as sometimes less than human, can become psychological, embedded with scars so deep that some may believe that, is who they are. But wounds can heal if we open up our minds and listen and teach and reach out with respect & peace.
In this 12 day journey with these incredible eight young men, I have discovered the missing link that pits ‘us’ against ‘them’. Why do they follow me and read what I write? Why do they listen when I chastise them at times? What made them open up their lives, the answer is quite simple: I treat each of them and everyone of their generation with the same respect as I treat everyone else, and in return they treat me with the respect my generation deserves and, that a mentor has earned.
Can we be as openly honest about ourselves as these 8 young men and a woman from yet another generation has been? Please add your voice. Ask questions, make statements and let us build upon what these young men have begun. Let us use our imagination to Think Big.
– Kendall F. Person, thepublicblogger
Welcome to The Neighborhood
‘Young Black Men’
written & directed by Kenderick Johnson aka Lil Ken
developed & edited by Kendall F. Person
produced by The Neighborhood at thepublicblogger.com

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