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Queen Nanny and the Maroons

Queen Nanny (1685 or ‘86-1733) was an utter badass and a Jamaican National Hero. She made, what was at the time, the biggest superpower in the world, the British Empire, her bitch while outnumbered and outgunned and she did it for decades until they finally gave in.

Nanny was born to the Ashanti tribe in what is now Ghana and, like so many others, was captured and sold into bondage in the New World (as were her four brothers, Accompong, Johnny, Cudjoe, and Quao, who also became Maroon leaders).

I’m going to take the liberty of assuming their mom read the above at some point. Anyway, Nanny was likely sold to a sugarcane plantation in Saint Thomas Parish near Port Royal. Slavery on plantations was brutal no matter what they were growing, but worse even than the backbreaking work on American cotton, tobacco, and rice plantations were Caribbean sugarcane plantations. She eventually escaped and with the help of her brother Quao founded a village in the Blue Mountains that would become known as Nanny Town and served as the base of operations for her Windward Maroons (so named because they settled on the windward side of the island). Her other brothers joined them in hiding until they split up to organize Maroon communities across the island. Cudjoe set up a village in Saint Thomas village that became known as, uh, Cudjoe Town, Accompong settled Saint Elizabeth Parish that became known as…Accompong Town, and Quao and Nanny established several communities in Portland Parish with Nanny’s husband Adou.

I realize I been throwing the word “Maroon” around without really defining it, so let me do that now. Maroons were West African slaves and their descendants who escaped the plantations and took to the jungles and mountains in Jamaica’s interior to fight their oppressors. They often married into the native Arawak tribe, and had been doing so since the island was a Spanish colony known as Santiago, and together they fought Europeans and freedmen mercenaries.

Back to the queen.

Nanny was both an excellent tactician and strategist (there is a huge difference, as Robb Stark could tell you). She built a series of politically and economically connected villages that would trade with each other and other islands and they were all protected by a central government in Nanny Town. This system was modeled after the Ashanti tribal society that Nanny grew up with and it worked phenomenally, the villagers were free to grow crops, raise livestock, and they were safe from the British. Militarily, the Maroons excelled at guerrilla warfare. They developed jungle camouflage that doubled as armor and would force British and their mercenaries to track them into the jungles, up the mountains, and into Maroon territory where they were open to ambushes.

Not happy with just being free and out of the reach of slavers, Nanny and her Maroons would also make raids into towns and plantations to free more slaves. Over her lifetime she freed more than 800, and some estimates put that number at over 1000, slaves.

Unfortunately, Queen Nanny died during the First Maroon War in 1733 and the British destroyed destroyed Nanny Town in 1734. Despite her death, the Windward Maroons fought on and most went to join her brother Cudjoe and his Leeward Maroons in who were had set up on the…leeward…side…of the island (yeah, they weren’t the best at naming things). Five years later, Cudjoe got the British to agree to a peace treaty where the the Maroons would live free of the British (more or less, they had a British supervisor, but they weren’t forced back onto plantations and they had effective control of their parts of the island) and agreed to take up arms with the British if the Jamaica was attacked by a foreign army.

Queen Nanny is still remembered as one of Jamaica’s seven national heroes, and is the only woman among them. She’s also on the $500 bill, the largest note in circulation in Jamaica.

Black history, black excellence.

Mary Poppins Returns

Call it a spoonful of sugar for the holiday season.

Walt Disney Pictures officially announced Tuesday that Emily Blunt and Hamilton creator-star Lin-Manuel Miranda will star in a Mary Poppins sequel set to hit theaters on Dec. 25, 2018.

Mary Poppins Returns will star Blunt as the practically perfect nanny, more than five decades after Julie Andrews played the role in Disney’s 1964 classic. Miranda will play a new character, a street lamplighter named Jack. Both had been reported to be in talks for those roles earlier this year.

The film will be directed by Rob Marshall and produced Marshall, John DeLuca, and Marc Platt. It will feature a screenplay by David Magee based on The Mary Poppins Stories by P.L. Travers, an all-new score from Marc Shaiman, and new original songs written by Shaiman and Tony Award winner Scott Wittman.

This new story will take place in Depression-era London and follows a now-grown-up Jane and Michael Banks, who, along with Michael’s three children, are visited by Poppins following a personal loss. She and her friend Jack then help the family rediscover the joy and wonder missing in their lives.

“I am truly humbled and honored to be asked by Disney to bring P.L. Travers’ further adventures to the screen. The iconic original film means so much to me personally, and I look forward to creating an original movie musical that can bring Mary Poppins, and her message that childlike wonder can be found in even the most challenging of times, to a whole new generation,” said Marshall in a statement.

Travers first introduced the world to Mary Poppins in her 1934 book of the same name, which served as the basis for the Andrews and Dick Van Dyke-starring film. She also penned seven additional books starring the no-nonsense British nanny. Blunt previously worked with Marshall on the big-screen adaptation of the musical Into the Woods. Miranda, meanwhile, penned music for Disney’s Star Wars: The Force Awakens and is composing songs for the studio’s upcoming animated film Moana.

So, I sort of came out to my parents. It did not go well.

In the past I’ve discussed my bisexuality with my dad. He’s always been a little more tolerant than my mom. (I’m actually pansexual, but even I know better than to try telling either of my parents that I’m capable of finding people of any biological gender, gender identity, androgynous or intersex, sexually attractive. They would have me committed.) The point is, my dad made it seem like he was reluctantly okay with it. He was hoping it was a phase I’d grow out of, but he still loved me.

Last Friday evening, I went on a date with a lady. We had drinks, pizza, and dessert at an Italian restaurant, then went to the pub next door for more drinks and dancing. To make a very long story short, my dad came looking for me, and I was honest with him about the fact that I was on a date with a woman. He left without a fuss. My date went wonderfully, she dropped me off at home and kissed me, and I walked in the door with a wide grin and a happy blush. That was when it all went to hell.

My dad had told mom about my date. He outed me to her without my knowledge or permission. They proceeded to give me a lecture in Homophobia 101. It was pure poison.

Dad: Why are you doing this to me?

Me: I’m not doing this to anyone. It has nothing to do with you.

Dad: I don’t care if gay marriage is legal now, you can’t tell me that it’s natural. It doesn’t take a genius to know that two pegs don’t go together, and two holes don’t go together.

Me: We’re not puzzle pieces, we’re people!

Dad: Exactly, you should know better! We raised you to know better! God made Adam and Eve, not Adam and Steve!

(At this point hysteria was kicking in. In the back of my mind I tried to remember one of the awesome comebacks I’ve seen on this site over the years, but my mind was coming up blank. I was in too much shock to think clearly.)

Mom: It’s a matter of intelligence. You know, years ago they said that this sort of brainwashing was going to happen, making people think that this sort of thing was acceptable when it isn’t.

Me: I’m not brainwashed, and intelligence has nothing to do with it.

Mom: Of course it does!

(It was only much later that I thought of Alan Turing.)

Me: There’s nothing wrong with gayness, it’s not hurting anyone.

Dad: It’s hurting me!

Me: How can it be hurting you?

Dad: It’s selfish, that’s what it is. You’re so ungrateful. After everything we’ve done for you, given you. Your laptop, smartphone, university. I feel like taking all of those things away from you, locking you in your empty room, and just passing your medication through the door every day. You don’t do anything to help your mother, you just lay in bed all day in your pajamas doing nothing!

(I have depression and general anxiety. They know this. Just because I’m medicated now doesn’t mean I’m no longer capable of having episodes. They don’t believe in mental health problems. They believe that all neurological evidence of these disorders was made up by scientists so they could sell more pharmaceuticals. They regularly encourage my bipolar sister to stop taking her medication.)

Dad: And you want me to take you to Singapore, so you can embarrass me?

Me: I’m not going to embarrass you.

Dad: You will if you go on dates with women.

Me: Fine, I won’t then if it’s such a problem for you.

(I hated myself for saying that, later.)

Mom: It’s a problem for everyone!

I just… I felt betrayed. I was in shock. I’d been ambushed, and I was outnumbered. I was on the brink of having a panic attack, or bursting into tears, but I was just a little too shock-numb to quite do either. I sat there, stroking the dog on my lap more to comfort myself than to comfort her. I had to focus on my breathing, focus on keeping it deep and slow. My breaths were as shaky as my hands.

I stopped answering back, and just waited for it to be over so I could escape to my room. After a few minutes of lull, mom started telling me about the TV show they’d been watching, as though nothing had happened. Something about British nannies. As if I wasn’t pale and hunched into myself, trembling and avoiding eye contact. I mumbled something non-committal and fled.

I lay awake all night, numbly trying to process what I’d just been through. Their poison sat like a thick, putrid sludge on my brain, refusing to go away. I was confused. Cold. Ashamed. So angry. So sad. Indignant. Physically sick to my stomach. I felt unclean, and hated them for making me feel that way about myself. Eventually I gave up and browsed tumblr for a while. It was 2am, so I couldn’t call a friend or anything, and nothing else calms me down when I’m that upset like tumblr does. 

I still couldn’t shake the sludge though. I wanted to fucking claw at it. Normally I would write it all down straight away, that has always helped to wash away the filth. But this time, I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to spread their poison, to inflict it on anybody else. Instead I let it cling to me, festering. I just couldn’t do that to myself anymore. I couldn’t give their poison that kind of power over me.

Kate Jenner, previously Bruce Jenner, was in a magazine I was reading recently. I tried to discuss her with mom. She called Kate “it”, instead of using actual pronouns. When I called her out on it, she thought it was funny. She thought that her dehumanizing language, that an extreme form of psychological abuse, was funny. When I told her that people like her were the reason gay people committed suicide, she said “Good, they should all just die.”

My parents are bigots. They talk the same way the Nazis used to. They carry the same hatred and disgust that the congregation of the Westboro Baptist Church have. I’m ashamed of them. They disgust me. I want to rage at them, to find every counter-argument the vast might of tumblr has to offer, print them out, and stick them everywhere inside the house. But I know that nothing I could say or do would ever change their minds, or remove the sickness from their hearts. 

They still love me, as long as I pretend to be straight. I will always love them, because they’re my parents. I wouldn’t know how to truly hate them. But they are lost to me now, forever. I can’t change who or what I am. I wouldn’t even if I could. I love who I am. I can’t stay, and subject myself to their poison. It would kill me. I’ve signed up with a website where I can earn a salary teaching English. As soon as I’ve saved up enough money, I’m moving to another country. I’m going to cut off all ties with them. 

I have a girlfriend. We’ve been best friends for years, I’ve known her since high school. Right now we’re in an open relationship, but someday I want to marry her, and I think she might just let me. God knows I love her, like I’ve never loved anybody else. She’s a part of who I am. She’s my safe harbor in every storm. She’s my cherished spun-glass angel, to be protected at any cost. I can’t imagine growing old without her by my side. I wouldn’t want to even try. 

I’ve never pictured getting married without my parents there. I’m grieving for them, and they’re not even dead, but I’ve still lost them. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to come to terms with that. They’re not even old yet, they’re not even retired, or grandparents. I was supposed to have so much more time with them. I’m not ready to be parent-less, not even close. I feel so lost. I still haven’t been able to really cry yet. It hasn’t sunk in yet. It doesn’t feel like reality. When the tears do come, I hope to God I’m not alone for it.

They say that me being not-straight hurts them, but it can’t possibly hurt them as much as their bigotry has hurt me.

Nanny and the Pumpkin Seeds

This piece was inspired by the Jamaican Folktale of “Queen Nanny and the pumpkin seeds”.  She is one of my favorite characters from Caribbean folklore and is Jamaica’s only female national hero. She was leader of the winward maroon tribe, a group africans who escaped slavery into the mountains of Jamaica and practiced guerrilla warfare on British plantations. 

Queen Nanny or Nanny (1686 – 1733), is known as one of the earliest leaders of slave resistance in the Americas, and one of very few women. She is Jamaica’s only female National hero, and was a well-known leader of the Jamaican Maroons in the eighteenth century.The Maroons were defiant slaves who fled their oppressive existence on plantations and formed their own communities in the rugged, hilly interior of the islands. They were considered skilled fighters and hard to defeat. Nanny was a fierce military strategist who planned many attacks on british plantations and successfully defended the communities of the mountains so many times that the british finally decided to sign a treaty with her and the maroons that gave them their autonomy. Nanny was also an Obeah woman. She reached a kind of legendary status to Jamaicans as it was thought that she had supernatural powers.

The legend of Nanny and the Pumpkin Seeds recounts a time when the Maroons were at the brink of starvation and Queen Nanny was considering surrendering to the British. She heard a voice in her head tell her not yet, wait one more day.It was the voice of the ancestors. When she awoke the next morning, she found three pumpkin seeds in her apron pocket. The voice told her to plant them. She planted them on the side of a mountain now known as Pumpkin Hill, and in a very short time, the seeds grew to fruition with large pumpkins that saved the Maroons from starvation. This story is often cited when scholars refer to Nanny’s nurturing qualities, and her ability to care for her people like a mother earth deity.

Pumpkin Hill is located in Portland, Jamaica, near the blue mountains.

charroger  asked:

Can you give us a Rundown on what duck tales for your new fans who may not know about it

Long Version: Based on decades of outstanding Donald Duck and Uncle Scrooge adventure comics by the late, great Carl Barks, DUCKTALES told the story of Scrooge McDuck, renowned adventurer and the richest duck in the world, as he traveled the globe seeking fortune and glory with the help of his “family,” comprised of troublemaking great nephews Huey, Dewey, and Louie, British nanny Mrs. Beakley, her eager daughter Webby, crash-happy pilot Launchpad, and a whole host of other characters.  Throughout their epic adventures both abroad and in their hometown of Duckburg, the Duck family came together to solve mysteries and rewrite history. 

Short Version: I’d say it’s Indiana Jones with a bunch of ducks, except Spielberg admits he actually lifted the opening of RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK from old Barks comics.

You know what, forget all that stuff.  This pretty much covers it:


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