1001 Black Men–#564

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Seen at the breakfast buffet, Embassy Suites Atlanta-Perimeter Center.

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Although Oakland has a lot to offer to people of all ethnicities, I have to say that, compared to Oakland, Atlanta feels a lot like an African American utopia. The Black community in this city–or at least in the parts of the city I saw on my most recent visit–feels energetic and joyful. I was in Atlanta for our biennial family reunion, and at the hotel in which we were staying, ours was one of at least four African American families who were holding reunions during the same weekend. The presence of so many Black families celebrating their love and connection just amplified the feeling that I always get when I visit the East Coast, that there is just a great sense of prosperity and possibility throughout large segments of the African American community.

On a day like today, when so many of us are coming to terms with the reality of the George Zimmerman acquittal, it feels good to see so much shared hope and pleasure among so many Black people; and it is wonderful to be surrounded by so much love–and not just the love from my own relatives, but also the love between the members of all of the other reunioning Black families around us. It is a good reminder that, in the face of the grief and losses we all suffer in our lives, family can be a sustaining force. Like the Martin family, my own family has suffered heartbreaking and seemingly insurmountable losses … but we have come together, we have held each other close, and we have carried each other through each of our tragedies. Most importantly, our loved ones live on in our memories at each reunion and every day, when their names are spoken with reverence and gratitude.

Ajuan Mance

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1001 Black Men–#560

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

During the recent BART strike, if you happened to have been driving through the Jack London area around 8am and you spotted a long line of people dressed in sweaters and jackets (even in early July), you were probably seeing part of the line of commuters waiting to take the ferry into San Francisco. After 4.5 days, BART workers negotiated a one-month extension of their existing contracts,  the trains started rolling again, and a lot of people who spent the week riding the the high seas of the San Francisco Bay returned to their typical routine.

Ajuan Mance

1001 Black Men–#558

Another happy, comfortable air-conditioned employee of the Westfield Mall, Market St., San Francisco. Outside, literally hundreds of thousands of people were happily basting in the heat as they watched the city’s annual gay pride parade. Inside, the mall was uncharacteristically quiet for a sunny summer day. The man in this drawing assured me that the quiet was only temporary and that he and the mall employees were bracing themselves for the onslaught that would begin as soon as the parade was over.

Ajuan Mance

1001 Black Men–#557

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

On Sunday, June 30, 2013, the only people in San Francisco who were wearing layers were the ones who worked in the Westfield shopping mall. This guy was pushing an empty hand truck through the concourse level of the mall. Not sure where he worked, but on one of the hottest days of the year, he was wearing two shirts and he was smiling.

By the way, the air-conditioned mall interior was wonderfully refreshing. I know it’s a big strain on the power grid, but I have to say I totally get why certain parts of the country open air-conditioned cooling centers during the hottest months of the year.

Ajuan Mance

1001 Black Men–#555

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The weather report says the high in Oakland today was around 85 degrees. That may well have been true, but the Bay Area has made me a climate wimp, and a dry 85 makes me feel like I’m wilting. When I make my way out to a part of the country in which there is actual humidity, my wilting point is around 75. I remember a trip to New York back in 2002, during which the temperature rose to about 73 or 74. The combination of heat and humidity zapped all of my energy and I found myself trying to discretely catch a short nap in one of the side galleries of the Guggenheim.

All of this brings me to the man in this picture. He was standing on the curb, waiting for the rental car shuttle and, unlike me and everyone else who was standing outdoors, he was not sweating. With his short-short sleeved, form-fitting t-shirt, gold hoop earrings, and neatly trimmed hairline, I think this brotha was just too cool to be hot.

Ajuan Mance

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