Christ @IAMKEWALNAM about his latest project #theblackbook, a tragic love story that reveals the plight of african-americans in society. Dark, intriguing, introspective, and a tone of a lifetime.
Child-X & Kewalnam Christ
February 17, 2015 — 09:00PM
1. When were you called to
A: I started writing at the age of 3, my mother would make me read her the mail, letters from school,
2. Why did you choose this type of medium for expression? How does it differ than anything else you've tried?
A: Do you really choose yourself? Do you really choose to be who you are? Or do you grow to accept it? I’m not sure if I ever choose to be a writer, probably in my ethereal existence before I incarnated in this lifetime. But I believe that I AM literature, you know? There’s no separation, and because I learned that, because I’ve accepted that, my literature has evolved to a new level. That’s where we find our true talents, in the acceptance of who we are. Now that I identify words as sounds and visuals, I write through those polarities creating stories from frequencies and visuals. That’s what makes me unique, I’m not your average author, I hear words differently, they process differently surging through my mind. There are producers who see sounds as colors. I’m the author, who sees and hears
3. Describe your writing ability with one name.
4. Red pill or blue pill? How do you feel about this realm?
A: First off, red pill always. And my feelings about this realm… sigh … let me start here, I believe that a lot of our problems in this realm are caused out of the imbalance in our male and female energies. We have males who deny the feminine energy in themselves, in-turn suppressing it in others, oppression against our women, etc... When that happens the female energy responds becoming more aggressive, and erratic and that’s where we are today. And this imbalance isn’t restricted to gender, these energies are alive in everything and everyone living. This understanding could be applied to our current stand with racism in this country. There’s this genuine love for our culture that white America has, and hates, so much that they try to find any possible way of suppressing it externally. But your love for it seeps through your veins, we see it in your mannerisms, in how you dress yourself, how you assert yourself… White America your zipper is down. But to play devil’s advocate, if you let me…
You know people argue that white America copies our culture, but do they really? Cause I don’t remember Street shit and rachetivity being “ours”. So what are they copying? What are they imitating? And where are they getting these images from? It comes from that love for something you don’t understand, and you hate yourself for it. But you can’t deny your love for it, so you're stuck, you don’t know why you hate it, you just feel separated from something you actually have a love for. You know, I think it’s ignorant for us in 2015 to preach this, “Fuck Whitey” mentality to our generation and younger, we're regressing as a person by doing that. And I understand the emotional place we're at, in light of the destruction brought to our people. But here is my unpopular opinion, how can we expect others to have a respect for our lives when we don’t? How many times did Twitter activist get together when gang shootouts took the lives of babies, women, men. Where was the activism, for our black women, who face partner violence, and state violence. They are beaten at the hands of our black men, before a white officer puts his hands on her, yet we’re quiet? We are one people, one beautiful being, Gods incarnated in the physical to understand a human experience, not just Blacks, or Asians, ALL PEOPLE. I don’t care about race, I’m aware of the factor it plays, but I don’t care for it.
My goal as a writer is to objectively document the current state of our realm, along with the freedom of imagination and deliver a product that details the polarity were in. So everyday I sit and face my Mac, before I begin writing, I’m faced with the same burning question, you started off with. Red Pill or Blue?
5. What's a common theme or symbol you find yourself attracted to heavily? Why do you think you keep returning to that, is there any subconscious meaning behind it?
A: I’m attracted to anything that evolves us as a people, so all my art revolves around that, love is the center of my attention.
6. What are at least three influences for "The Black Book"?
A: American Psycho,Yeezus, and Lars Von Trier films.
7. Give me 10 abstract bullet points that represent you. It can be an equation, a picture, a hieroglyph. Anything.
A: The things that influence me vary from Hip-hop, Spirit science, The Roc-A-Fella era to our ethereal connection to the cosmos, Quantum physics, Sacred geometry, Love, women, Sex, fabrics.
8. What's one thing you want everyone to know, a poem you wrote, a concept that has been burning your brain, as if it were the last message you had here on earth?
A: I love you.
The columnist Charles M. Blow of the New York Times has sparked debate this week by his disclosure that his son, a student at Yale College, was stopped at gunpoint by a Yale police officer who said he resembled a robbery suspect.
I’d like to take a moment to add my small coda of personal outrage, as the father of an African-American son
The events occurred during the summer of 2007, when “Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull” was
Our son told the officer his name, which residential
At this point, the obvious course for the officer to follow would have been to check and determine whether a student of that name was in the college our son identified, and to either ask the master of the college or look at his photograph. The officer did neither.
Instead, the officer, a couple of days later, called the mobile phone number, evidently to get further information. As it happened, our son was in Paris, where he was preparing for a summer of study abroad. The officer asked if he could come in. He answered that he was in Paris. The officer was openly incredulous, demanding to know how it was that his phone worked abroad. Evidently, an international calling plan was somehow impossible to imagine.
My wife had gone to Paris with our son to help him get settled. At that point, she got on the phone and gave the officer a piece of her mind. I was in San Francisco, on a book tour. When I heard the story, I called the officer’s supervisor, and then had a conversation with the supervisor’s supervisor. Later, I spoke to the master of our son’s residential college, and received assurances from the office of the secretary of the university, who supervises the Yale police, that there would be no record of any kind of the encounter -- no bad mark, that is, on our son’s name.
At this point a reader might reasonably ask what makes my wife and
In fact, that wasn’t even our son’s only run-in with authority at Yale. Once, leaving the bookstore, he set off an alarm, because he had in his backpack a book he’d bought there earlier. He was stopped by store security. It was entirely proper for store security to stop him -- except that he, and
Critics of Blow’s tale have asked how he knows race was involved, or why he didn’t mention that the officer who stopped his son is black, or whether he was asserting in his column that his son should not have been stopped because he’s the educated son of professional parents. This sort of nitpicking misses the larger point. Young black men remain objects of suspicion. That’s the simple fact of the matter. Argue if you
I won’t deny that policing is more art than science, and that those who do that difficult work often don’t get the credit and support that they deserve. But police officers are trapped in the same web of racial history and complexity as everyone else, and as long as the web survives, these incidents will continue to
My name is Kewalnam Christ, I’m a creative born in Toronto, Canada and raised in Brooklyn NY. I studied art at Cooper