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all i know is how to be who i am - D.C.J. 2017 - quote me on it
the hotep
basics
Name Demarius Calloway Jeffrey
Age 19
Birth Month April
Sign Aries
Major Sociology-Criminology
Year Freshman
Role The Hotep
face-claim Jordan Calloway
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posted january 19th 2018
who controls your mind?
just love me
that's who you holds your power
self-control
Appearance
Personal Reflection
What do you think of yourself?
"Well, for starters,I always know what's up. Come to me if you need anything, if you need a discussion. We live in a world where society is constructed by racism, it what it's built on it's still around today. I'm just someone who recognizes the small center of reality - the brick that keeps everything from crashing. I say stick it to the man, fuck anyone who says anything else 'cause they don't know shit. You gotta know what happened before you to fix what happens ahead, you know what I'm sayin'? And that's how I live. No, I'm not saying to dwell in the past but everything is based on the struggles that hold everyone back so you can't just forget shit like that. Don't hold grudges on the white man but you better know what the fuck's going on around here and make a move on it."
What do you think your freshman year will be like?
"This year? First year of college? It's gonna be great, I plan on joining some clubs or something, getting a job, making friends. I'm looking to find myself among others who want to do the same thing as me, you know? I don't expect much to come out of this year but anything would be amazing. I just wanna know I'm helping do what's right in the future and that I'm not laying on my ass doing nothing."
"Well, for starters,I always know what's up. Come to me if you need anything, if you need a discussion. We live in a world where society is constructed by racism, it what it's built on it's still around today. I'm just someone who recognizes the small center of reality - the brick that keeps everything from crashing. I say stick it to the man, fuck anyone who says anything else 'cause they don't know shit. You gotta know what happened before you to fix what happens ahead, you know what I'm sayin'? And that's how I live. No, I'm not saying to dwell in the past but everything is based on the struggles that hold everyone back so you can't just forget shit like that. Don't hold grudges on the white man but you better know what the fuck's going on around here and make a move on it."
What do you think your freshman year will be like?
"This year? First year of college? It's gonna be great, I plan on joining some clubs or something, getting a job, making friends. I'm looking to find myself among others who want to do the same thing as me, you know? I don't expect much to come out of this year but anything would be amazing. I just wanna know I'm helping do what's right in the future and that I'm not laying on my ass doing nothing."
Psychological Evalution
Despite how much Demarius thinks he's doing things right for those in his community, he can be careless. It takes him a while to consider other sides of stories, particularly when it comes to racial injustices. He just always thinks of the bad things that someone could be using as an attack on his brothers and sisters. He constantly sees things as something to protest or argue about. Which isn't necessarily bad, but it's not perfect, it's a bit of a flaw sometimes. Not to say that being 'woke' as he'd put it is wrong but that's all he ever focuses on. Aside from how much he focuses on protesting racial injustices in the country, he's a good guy. He's young and he feels free - which he is. He likes partying and talking, letting himself loose is the go-to but in some situations he can get a bit tense. He has a bit of a temper that he doesn't fully recognize so don't be surprised if he comes out with an attitude and a heap of sarcasm.
Biography
Demarius grew in a small town in Ohio with his mother, aunt, grandmother, and his nephew. They weren't America's picture perfect family but they sure were something. In Demarius' eyes they stood for something bigger than he could say. They looked out for each other. They lived in a town that felt like you were still back in the 60s or something. Blacks still lived in half the neighborhood and whites in the other half. But they were all in just as equally bad situations as the rest. The main issue was some of the white guys thinking it was okay to drive around the neighborhood with confederate flags by the time Obama was president. Demarius was old enough to know what that meant but not old enough to understand that he could do something about it - that there were worse things going on in the world and people were unaware.
Growing up, him and his friends stayed on the North side of town where most of the black families lived. They went to church every Sunday with their family's and then they'd go out to the playground around the corner to mess around. Demarius didn't grow up with a father but instead three worried women who told him what to do and when to do it in order to keep him safe. And he listened. Of course he listened. They weren't in a town where things usually happened but taking a risk one day would never be an option.
In High School, a group of kids started a club that spoke about social injustices. They had workshops, which nobody ever went to, and discussions. They were a small group but they opened Demarius' eyes to what went on in the world. Things he wasn't aware about. It was interesting to learn and hear about all of these new things that explained racism and how it worked among other things. In their small town it was strange, strange for people to want to talk about those things. Nobody took a second thought about why things were the way they were or what they meant.
Demarius found himself a part of a world that he had missed out on his whole life. He truly enjoyed these conversations and hearing about things that currently went on in the world no matter how bad they were. Looking forward to the disgusting things people like police officers were doing in modern times, being aware of implicit biases but not his own, was like opening his third eye. He saw the world in a whole new light. He saw a world where he needed to help his brothers and sisters that couldn't see what he saw. Or at least what he thought he saw. Among everything he'd learned, he also lost the part of himself by thinking just about anything that seemed to wrong people of color was an attack on himself.
Now on the topic that was brought up earlier, something that sparked a revolution in Demarius' mind of what white people were capable of deep down. One that sparked bias and a bit of hate, something he didn't realize. When he was around fourteen, grown men would drive an old beat up truck into the North side of town. The black part. The projects, specifically. Two men would drive in the car, cackling, and their friend in the back of the truck. That friend held a large, old confederate flag. Now some people say, 'that's not possible, Ohio isn't racist'. Well joke's on you, Demarius would say, they're (racists) anywhere they wanna be. Demarius remembered being out with his friends, each of them too focused on messing around to focus on the men's slowing truck in front of them. They came to a stop and then jumped out. That's what caught their attention. The strange silence. Demarius could remember looking around and seeing the worried face's of parents as the men went over to a young black girl. They yelled at a girl only about ten years old. They called her names, waved their flag in her face. They didn't leave until the girl's father stepped out with a gun. That was the day that changed Demarius' life because all he'd done was stood there. He ran back home as the men drove off, sitting around and questioning what they meant. What did it symbolize that men in his own town could terrorize a little girl for white power? Nothing defined Demarius more than that day. It shaped his views and how he thought. It made him who he was. But it also cause the underlying fear that not being fearful of the power of white people could lead to something far worse. So staying 'woke' per say, on what went on, was the safest thing you could do. It would always be the best shield.
Growing up, him and his friends stayed on the North side of town where most of the black families lived. They went to church every Sunday with their family's and then they'd go out to the playground around the corner to mess around. Demarius didn't grow up with a father but instead three worried women who told him what to do and when to do it in order to keep him safe. And he listened. Of course he listened. They weren't in a town where things usually happened but taking a risk one day would never be an option.
In High School, a group of kids started a club that spoke about social injustices. They had workshops, which nobody ever went to, and discussions. They were a small group but they opened Demarius' eyes to what went on in the world. Things he wasn't aware about. It was interesting to learn and hear about all of these new things that explained racism and how it worked among other things. In their small town it was strange, strange for people to want to talk about those things. Nobody took a second thought about why things were the way they were or what they meant.
Demarius found himself a part of a world that he had missed out on his whole life. He truly enjoyed these conversations and hearing about things that currently went on in the world no matter how bad they were. Looking forward to the disgusting things people like police officers were doing in modern times, being aware of implicit biases but not his own, was like opening his third eye. He saw the world in a whole new light. He saw a world where he needed to help his brothers and sisters that couldn't see what he saw. Or at least what he thought he saw. Among everything he'd learned, he also lost the part of himself by thinking just about anything that seemed to wrong people of color was an attack on himself.
Now on the topic that was brought up earlier, something that sparked a revolution in Demarius' mind of what white people were capable of deep down. One that sparked bias and a bit of hate, something he didn't realize. When he was around fourteen, grown men would drive an old beat up truck into the North side of town. The black part. The projects, specifically. Two men would drive in the car, cackling, and their friend in the back of the truck. That friend held a large, old confederate flag. Now some people say, 'that's not possible, Ohio isn't racist'. Well joke's on you, Demarius would say, they're (racists) anywhere they wanna be. Demarius remembered being out with his friends, each of them too focused on messing around to focus on the men's slowing truck in front of them. They came to a stop and then jumped out. That's what caught their attention. The strange silence. Demarius could remember looking around and seeing the worried face's of parents as the men went over to a young black girl. They yelled at a girl only about ten years old. They called her names, waved their flag in her face. They didn't leave until the girl's father stepped out with a gun. That was the day that changed Demarius' life because all he'd done was stood there. He ran back home as the men drove off, sitting around and questioning what they meant. What did it symbolize that men in his own town could terrorize a little girl for white power? Nothing defined Demarius more than that day. It shaped his views and how he thought. It made him who he was. But it also cause the underlying fear that not being fearful of the power of white people could lead to something far worse. So staying 'woke' per say, on what went on, was the safest thing you could do. It would always be the best shield.
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