Photo spread for an imaginary Sherlock Holmes of the Harlem Renaissance.
Wentworth Miller as Sherlock Holmes.
Idris Elba as Dr. John Watson.
1925: Harlem, New York City.
Sherlock Holmes is the light-skinned, blue-eyed son of a Black mother and White father, a man who has grown up with a foot in both worlds. By necessity, he is an astute observer of those around him, and frequently ‘passes’ as White. Holmes puts his powers of observation and his chameleonic tendencies to good use as a private detective in New York City, where he moves back and forth between downtown (White) Greenwich village and uptown (Black) Harlem, investigating illegal gambling rings, brothels, and speakeasies, where he is not above sampling the wares himself.
Dr. John Watson is a Black doctor who served in an integrated regiment during the First World War. One of the few commissioned Black officers in the U.S. Army, he occupied a respected position in the Forces, only to return to the harsh reality of a segregated society when the war ends. Originally from St. Louis, Missouri, Dr. Watson moves to Harlem in order to establish a private practice, where he can serve the up-and-coming Black middle class of New York City.
In a divided city, Harlem is where the classes and the races meet:
A major element of Uptown allure was its enormous social fluidity; in this urban free zone …the elite not only frequented public restaurants, but basement speakeasies, where they mingled not only with non-Social Register customers but with people of color.
From Hide/Seek (p. 28):
Prohibition…closed bars and dance clubs in white areas, but permitted them to fluorish in black neighborhoods like Harlem. Many white citizens first came to Harlem during Prohibition, crossing a profound racial divide that made Harlem essentially a black city in the midst of a white one. There, they first encountered Harlem’s personalities, social mores, and artistic culture.
The culture these white tourists found in Harlem was notably more tolerant of sexual difference, giving many whites their first taste of an unashamed, well-integrated queer culture. In venues like the Cotton Club, openly queer performers regularly entertained, and as the evening’s entertainment was already in violation of the law under Prohibition, it encouraged a sexual openness unavailable in other parts of the city.
Harlem thus became the center of many white homosexuals’ existence…For many white queers, Harlem was a ‘sexual playground’, and its poverty, un- and under-employment, and racial tensions were less germane to their experiences of the place than its erotic possibilities…
Fresh from the Army, Dr. Watson is thrust into this fervent neighborhood, into a Harlem where black and white, male and female, queer and straight, collide and converge. But his own understanding of himself, his race, and even his sexuality, is challenged when he meets Sherlock Holmes, who is investigating the death of a pair of singers at the Cotton Club. Originally called in to identify the cause of their deaths, the staid and sober Watson is thrown into a world where nothing is as it appears at first glance: a world where black is white and white is black, where the police pay pimps for the right to the street, and where moonshine flows like milk and honey. To make matters worse, the whole investigation is led by Holmes, a brilliant, crazy man who plays the dangerous game of passing as white in the city that never sleeps.
Thanks to AfroGeekGoddess for suggesting Wentworth Miller as a possible Sherlock Holmes in this canon.
yep.
I would watch the hell out of this show.
This is so fabulous and funky.
oppressedbrowngirlsdoingthings:
An oppressed brown woman on a skateboard.
Oppressed Brown Women Doing Things is back on track! And since all brown women are oppressed, we think you should follow the blog and liberate them. Like, right now.
Look at her. So oppressed.
South Asian oppressive swag.
Muslim Doodles by Mehreen Kasana
That’s me. While I understand these doodles don’t represent all the problems Muslims face in this age, I thought I’d start off with a few commonly occurring ones. e.g. The pseudo-liberating complex often shoved in front of Muslim women, the ridiculous misconception folks have that all Muslim women wear body coverings like the burqa, niqab, hijab, etc. Of being called “terrorists” by bigots, of putting up with it on a frequent basis. Of having to answer the irritating question pertaining to why some of us choose to cover our bodies. This is the first part. More to come. (Because ignorance thrives in today’s world.)
All this with a dash of my humor. Be well, folks.
In case you feel like sharing the picture, please make sure you don’t omit my name. That kind of sucks. If there are any other Asian women of other faiths who’d like to share their ideas for my doodles, please feel free to contact me.
I especially like “Because your mom”.
(Source: sciatic)
Remember what the world’s biggest websites looked like at Launch? (via: Mashable)
strangely cute
The youtube one looks like a dating site
I’ve (see: my mom) bought books from Amazon when it looked like that. It was for my 3rd grade science project.
I worked for the New York Times at launch; we were so excited because it was the first time a major international newspaper had gone online with such extensive archives. It took months to design and build the front page, to decide what stories from the archives would be featured, and how the layout would mirror the physical newspaper. I spent hours drafting the Terms of Use policies because nothing existed in the world of contracts to explain what we were doing so we needed new clauses and new definitions.
January of 1996.
Oh, and that’s not how Yahoo looked when it started. It looked more like this (although I was viewing it in gopherspace with a no-images browser on a monochrome screen so I never saw it this way):
oh god I actually remember both Amazon and Facebook looking like that. And the exclamation point in “Google!”
you shine in love you are born anointed
A few days ago I wrote:
“My fannish engagement with [Game of Thrones] probably goes like this AU where Ned Stark is married to his gorgeous South Asian wife Catelyn, who worships different gods to him, and they’ve got one kid who’s a fashion designer and another who’s a disability activist who yells at the TSA a lot, and Ned is an unwilling transplant into politics from the simple academic life even if it is really fucking cold up north.”
This is that story.
fic: you shine in love you are born annointed
by Raven
4000w, gen, Game of Thrones, the Stark family ensemble. “Your net contribution to the world, Eddard Stark, is sitting out there in lawn chairs playing Clue and drinking bad Riesling.”
(Source: maleficus-juicy)
Junot Diaz (via vulturechow)
i love this quote so much.
(via youarenotyou)
(Source: issarae)


