1993: Who, What, Where were you?

**Kimani** · 03-02-2006

"I've known rivers, ancient dusky rivers, my soul has grown deep like the rivers..." --Hughes

I've known rivers too; what about you?; "who?" "what?" "where?" were you in 1993 Share with Your Comrades!

**Kimani** · 03-02-2006

1993: wasnt conscious yet, but very interested in black stuff, read a lot of poetry by black writers; had actually just started college @ JSU, played in the Sonic Boom for a minute, traveled to New Orleans alot (dont ask), wasnt really focused, drank my first beer and smoked my first blunt this year; met some guys in college that were just like me, it was weird, we hung out a lot; one of my most cherished moments was when hundreds of students would pile up in the "Union" @ 12pm to watch "All My Children" (note that we were in Mississippi)...

**CreatorsCollege** · 03-02-2006

1993 was the year that I moved from Anchorage, AK, to Memphis, TN tranferring to LeMoyne-Owen College (HBCU) from the U. of AK, Anchorage.

1993 was the year that I first layed eyes on Atlanta,GA and was in love at first-sight, though I came to overstand that "all that glitteres isn't gold" in later years after I moved there.

1993 was the year that I had the only converstion in my "life" with by biological 'father'. Umph, interesting that I recall that.

It was also the year that I came to realize through "worldly" eyes why my mother left the city of her birth and rarely returned.

**UrukHai** · 03-02-2006

In the land of the Turkish people. I loved the people and the places there but the poverty there makes ours very pale in comparison. I gave generously of my time and money to the old people and the children.

I took an American football with me. I shared the love of the game with them and when it was time for me to leave in 1994, I left the ball with the biggest boy there. Shudda seen them leave the basketball court when I showed up with AMERIKALI FUTBOL! That was the good part.

The bad part was my hateful supervisor. He was never gon get promoted, and he knew it. He took it out on everyone in our office. Leadership by antagonism. My 2+ years there was heavan and hell at the same time.

**UrukHai** · 03-02-2006

Originally Posted by CreatorsCollege

1993 was the year that I moved from Anchorage, AK, to Memphis, TN tranferring to LeMoyne-Owen College (HBCU) from the U. of AK, Anchorage.

1993 was the year that I first layed eyes on Atlanta,GA and was in love at first-sight, though I came to overstand that "all that glitteres isn't gold" in later years after I moved there.

1993 was the year that I had the only converstion in my "life" with by biological 'father'. Umph, interesting that I recall that.

It was also the year that I came to realize through "worldly" eyes why my mother left the city of her birth and rarely returned.

Where was the bad part of Atlanta? I want to stay away from there. When I went by Atlanta it was on the north east side. I just remember hating the highway system roads there.

**Nefertiti** · 03-02-2006

Hmmmmm I was just 17 that was 13 years ago so do the math, I left home at 17 And havent been back! It has been an interesting journey from that time until now, Seen alot of places met and known alot of people Learned alot of things And I remember around that time in my life I started to "wake up"..............Peace

**Shombay** · 03-03-2006

In 1993 I lived my life primarily as a Nigger. Even though a didnt look at myself as that at the time of course, thats how I would classify my behavior then, now. I'm being a little hard on myself but I was just like millions of our young brothers then and now. I was raised to be Black Conscious by my Grandmother as early as 6 years old but she died in 88', so my teens which is a very serious time for Black Boys, became controlled by the system that the white man set up for us. I was selling crack a hundred miles a minute. I was wearing 100 dollar polo shirts, 60 guess pants, spending so much money supporting these homosexual white designers, who dont give a fuck about Black People. I drove a 300zx, fresh outta high school, I graduated high school in 93. I used to hit all the parties, NY, NJ, later on every where else on the East Coast. Me and my boys had aspirations of selling weight outta state which we eventually did. We just was over taken by the Nigger mentality. Black boys who got our Leadership from other black boys who were just as lost as we were. We recieved our ultimate leadership from white supremacy and its materialism values that were set out to destroy us through videos, music and movies. Believe it or not I fully new what I was doing was wrong but I justified it through circumstance. Not to mention at that time in my young life I wasn't strong enough to reject it. In 1993 I was an instrument in one of the white mans still existing plan to kill the Black Family. Thats why now I have a vendetta against never being an instrument again. I worked for that Devil once, I wont work for him again.
Black Love

**Elisa Keisha** · 03-03-2006

I was 8.... and enjoyin life

**WombanAuset** · 03-03-2006

I was 12...daddy's little girl...minister's daughter..mama's joy...child...with long hair..got my 1st pair of name brand shoes..Kswiss outta JcPenny Catalog..walking up to Crenshaw Plaza every day with my sister,eating a big bag of popcorn on the way up there...

**MidWestGirl** · 03-03-2006

I was just turning 13 and wishing I was dead....My mom had just remarried and I was still dealing with a lot of unhealthy things that happened in her last marriage.....Needless to say, I was NOT in the mood for another stepdaddy!! It was also the age that I got my first real boyfriend: No Comment...lol...
Puberty: No Comment....
Had no friends....

We should stop telling kids that "your teenage years are the best years of your life"....You're basically saying: Its all downhill after high-school!!!!!!!

Mine were the worst years and I'm glad I got it out the way early...I am midway into my 20's and so far....I can't complain...

I have a few good 93' memories, but not enough that I would go back!

**John P.** · 03-03-2006

93...hmm

93...i was always moving, my dad was dealing and we move like every 2 weeks, but we finally found a spot mid-way thru the year.

93...the year he got caught and thrown in for 3 or 4

93...one of my wildest years as a child, i was fighting alot dayum near eveyday, parents came to my house alot complain about my bullying. "napoleons complex, i guess"

93...was when i started stealing alot also, my older cousin taught me.

93...that was the year my boy Bud talked me into throwing ah match in the alley dumpster. that blaze went crazy and almost completely destroyed my neighbors house.

93...got alot of memories but those are a few....to think i was only 8...1

**astudent** · 03-04-2006

In 93 I was 31 years old, married to a cheating husband, mother to a cute lil 4year old daughter that kept me from losing my mind, and wanting to do great bodily harm to her father!

**Kefentse_Bandele** · 03-04-2006

I was in Olivet college in Olivet, MI. This is the year after the so-called "race riot" took place. WHY DID THEY EVEN ACCEPT MY APP??? My Baba shoulda known not to send me there and i had been conscious since 87'..lol. Never-the-less, this freshman became Minister of Information/Defense in the Afrikan Caucus

...a position i wasnt mentally ready to carry at that time being so young, angry and misguided. I met 2 of the most important elders in my life in Dr. Ken Durgans and Baba Clinton Hymen. To make a long story short I basically got my mad ass kicked outta college for reasons i wont discuss. Actions of the people I represented being counter-revolutionary and flat out fake ass Afrikans played a major role on this situation. The funny thing is that they all got the paper, but I got the love...

So my experience was not for naught!!

Uhuru Afrikan people and forward ever with stuggle