Red Shambhala
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So I was listening to this interview with Cornel West and he says that despite poverty and everything, there is still a difference between the "neighborhood" he grew up in, and the "hoods" young people these days grow up in:
35:20
"I grew up in a neighborhood, the younger brothers and sisters say they grow up in a "hood", and that's a big difference. Because a hood is a social Darwinian space, it's Hobbes, all against all, backstabbing, hard to form bonds of trust and ties of sympathy. Neighborhood, where I grew up, tremendous care and love and nurture overflowing, everybody keeping track of me. Mrs. so and so, and Mrs. so and so, and my mother and Reverend so-and-so, and all these folk keeping track of me. In the hood, young folk out there rootless, dangling, drifting."
[video=youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FFcKjok4ZZ4[/video]
The same explanation from another interview:
"We had such deep ties of sympathy and bonds of empathy, taking care of each other. Mom ran out of sugar, I’d go to Ms. Durham and Ms. Reed or Ms. Stuckey’s house, get the sugar; same would be true if they ran out. When Mom and Dad were working, we were babysat by the whole block, you know. So we had almost kind of a web and a womb of support, whereas a hood now is just survival of the slickest, a social Darwinian preoccupation of just getting over by any means or preoccupation with the Eleventh Commandment: Thou shall not get caught. And it’s treacherous. That’s why I salute a lot of the young folk who make it out of a hood, because out there out of a neighborhood, that was easy because the love was there."
35:20
"I grew up in a neighborhood, the younger brothers and sisters say they grow up in a "hood", and that's a big difference. Because a hood is a social Darwinian space, it's Hobbes, all against all, backstabbing, hard to form bonds of trust and ties of sympathy. Neighborhood, where I grew up, tremendous care and love and nurture overflowing, everybody keeping track of me. Mrs. so and so, and Mrs. so and so, and my mother and Reverend so-and-so, and all these folk keeping track of me. In the hood, young folk out there rootless, dangling, drifting."
[video=youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FFcKjok4ZZ4[/video]
The same explanation from another interview:
"We had such deep ties of sympathy and bonds of empathy, taking care of each other. Mom ran out of sugar, I’d go to Ms. Durham and Ms. Reed or Ms. Stuckey’s house, get the sugar; same would be true if they ran out. When Mom and Dad were working, we were babysat by the whole block, you know. So we had almost kind of a web and a womb of support, whereas a hood now is just survival of the slickest, a social Darwinian preoccupation of just getting over by any means or preoccupation with the Eleventh Commandment: Thou shall not get caught. And it’s treacherous. That’s why I salute a lot of the young folk who make it out of a hood, because out there out of a neighborhood, that was easy because the love was there."