I have been thinking a lot lately about how power asserts and re-asserts itself, in politics, alumni groups, religion, fraternalism, families, etc.
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How to Perp: Ten Steps to Living Your Best Lie

Me and a close friend always joke about her ability to attract perps. A perp is a man or woman who is actively pretending to be an initiate of a fraternity or sorority (or any membership organization). Perp is short for “perpetrating a fraud.” She and I both have interacted with perps on message boards, social media, and online dating apps. We laugh at the absurdity. Neither of us can understand why someone would be so desperate to be seen as one of us that they would actually lie to belong.
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Friday, November 30, 2018
I am looking out of the window at three o’clock in the afternoon after five straight days of teaching. It’s been a long week–not exceptionally taxing, but long nonetheless. My door is propped open, to air out the faint, but constantly lingering aroma of marijuana, now trapped in my student’s coats in the cold weather. There is no cloak room in my class, nor is there one on the corners and in the alleys where they smoke, so the stale stench follows them like a stray cat.
I hear my colleague say from the hallway, in her thick Cuban accent that reminds me of Pedro Zamora, “No, don’t thank me. Mr. Darden facilitated this.”
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I have been following with great interest, and ultimately great sadness, the recent developments of Delta Phi Epsilon Professional Foreign Service Fraternity that have made it to the media.
According to articles published in The Chronicle of Higher Education and The Hoya [9/7; 8/29], DPE, the nation’s first and apparently only professional fraternity for students interested in foreign service, is plagued with stagnant, problematic leadership and dissatisfied members. Its general secretary has been accused of sexism and xenophobia, and members from various chapters have essentially held recruitment boycotts.
I am not a member of DPE. I remember well the pledge pins of the young men who each semester would make their commitment to the organization. My own Alpha Phi Omega members used to hear rumors that DPE pledges would get “bonus points” for stealing one of our pledge books. I even had a little brother in APO who dropped from our process and joined DPE the following year. And every year, I looked forward to seeing the “staircase photo” of the new members of DPE in their tuxedos and sashes.
Butterflies
Last year, Keegan-Michael Key was interviewed in Playboy by Eric Spitznagel. (I am just now getting to the article–my stack of magazines I need to catch up on is nuts.) Check out this passage:
You've said that you and [Jordan] Peele "fell in comedy love." How is that different from actual love? Key: It's not different at all. I get the same butterflies in my stomach. I saw him the other day...and I was like, wow, he's amazing.
Wow.
That’s how I feel like a good number of people in my life, from the indomitable civil rights expert Jordyne Blaise to my brilliant cover designer Neil Wade to one of my favorite fraternity brothers Jonathan White.
It’s how I feel about my Coolidge friends and my Georgetown friends and my close coworkers and my good neighbors.
I’m really lucky to know who I know, and I am thankful for them.
Protect Our Boys

This week, Matt Sledge reported in the New Orleans Advocate that former police officer and Phi Beta Sigma member Marcellus White has been charged with five counts of sexual battery on a victim under age 13. Two civil lawsuits also claim that White used his role as a karate instructor and mentor through his fraternity to have access to his alleged victims. [Read more…] about Protect Our Boys
Fraternal masculinity amid LGBT justice

I recently read with great interest my fraternity brother George M. Johnson’s editorial entitled Black, Greek, and Gay? It’s Time for Organizations to Fall In Line, posted on Ebony.com on May 12, 2016. Special thanks to my sistergreek @thereadingdiva for bringing it to my attention.
There are many parts of Brother Johnson’s piece which I agreed with and other parts which troubled me. It is my intention to gently rebut his editorial while respecting our bond as fraternity brothers.
I became an Alpha in Spring 2003 through an amazing chapter. I had great sponsors and the majority vote of a chapter who believed in me and loved me as I was, even with my long dreadlocks and bohemian aesthetic. (I had even earned the alias “Eric Benet” because of that look.) I knew then that I owed it to myself to be authentic. If the brothers had a problem with it then surely Alpha would not be the chapter or organization for me.
Two years after I made it, in 2005, my first novel Lazarus was released. That was the true test: would the publishing of this fictitious story of a gay black college student pledging a fraternity turn the fraternity against me?
Controversy was minimal and Lazarus performed well. The success of the novel helped me gain access to even more gay members of my own fraternity as well other members of the gay community throughout Greekdom. Through Lazarus, I had spoken to the issues that Brother Johnson mentioned: the lying, the fear, the anxiety of being a gay member of a fraternity. It was not my direct experience, but it was always my concern. Perhaps I was able to avoid a lot of personal heartache in my fraternity for being a gay man because I had already put my protagonist, Adrian Collins, through what I had imagined could be the worst that could happen. Adrian’s experience was traumatic. Mine was not.
Surely I had controversy and I had haters. I speak on those things when colleges and universities invite me to present lectures. Those negative experiences may have been fiery, but they were few—just enough to let me know that my fraternal experience would never be roses and rainbows one hundred percent of the time. Through it all, I have tried to stand as an example for those who might come behind me. I hope I have been seen.
I believe that Brother Johnson paints Greekdom with a wide brush which perhaps may be unfair to those gay brothers and straight allies who have been fighting from within to make positive changes. Over the years I have seen a shift among straight members of my own fraternity. Those who at one time may have been bystanders to overt and covert homophobia, both online and within chapter rooms across the country, have now become upstanders. They are men who will fight for the gay applicant who is perfect for the organization in every way. They are men who will curtail gossip about the orientation of various candidates for office. They are men who speak out in favor of all progressive causes—not just the ones which won’t call into question their own orientations.
I am proud of those brothers for those reasons, and because they have fought for me when I was too tired or unwilling to fight for myself. Besides, it is not up to gay people to solve homophobia. That is for the straight brothers to fix. All I can do is be me, right?
Surely there is more work to be done to shift the culture of Black Greekdom, especially as “white” Greekdom is becoming more in tune with LGBT issues. I was invited to Bucknell University by a chapter of Chi Phi Fraternity–a leader in inclusion on their campus. I am sought-after for advice from other individuals, chapters, and offices of fraternity/sorority affairs on how they may improve their efforts. To date, several national, predominately white fraternities and sororities have already adopted gay and trans-inclusive language on their own.
Brother Johnson is right to demand that predominately black fraternities and sororities also fall in line. Indeed, I am concerned that if we don’t, we may ultimately be disinvited from college campuses which want to ensure that their organizations are safe places for all of their students.
In case it is not abundantly clear, I also firmly believe that transmen are simply men, transwomen are simply women, and they should pursue membership in the fraternities and sororities which match their gender identities, regardless of the gender assigned to them at birth. I am not in the business of reviewing DNA reports or doing manual checks to ensure that one’s sex matches my own. That has nothing to do with whether I feel like I get along well with you, serve well with you, and trust my fraternity with you as a leader and as a man.
However, I did have to pause and check my privilege on another matter in Brother Johnson’s essay. And I checked it but I still disagree. He says:
Being Black and Greek is not exclusive to the hetero population, and our platforms and values can no longer act as if this is the case.
Yes, I agree. If my fraternity can take a stand on immigration issues, we should have long since taken a stand on marriage equality—well before it became the law of the land. But…
While many Black LGBTQ people have gained membership into these illustrious organizations, we have only been accepted so long as our gender and sexuality doesn’t cross the line of what’s deemed acceptable. For Black LGBTQ people both our Blackness and sexuality matters. Like everyone else, we are are the sum of all our parts–not just the pieces that you like or choose to accept.
Welllll….
When it comes to my pursuit of membership, I was accepted for who I was with no hesitation. I was what my chapter wanted, even though my performance of masculinity leaned toward the artistic rather than the athletic. I fit. In the tapestry of diverse masculinities which Alpha embodies under the surface, there was space for me as the starving writer—space which may not have been available had I pursued another fraternity.
I do, however, acknowledge my privilege in this tapestry. Straight brothers sometimes presume that I am straight unless otherwise challenged. It seems like no matter what, I am always coming out to *somebody.* I’ve written four novels with gay main characters, done huge speeches on being gay, worn a rainbow necklace, and still some 50-year brother might ask me when I’m going to get a girlfriend.
I happen to find such naiveté among brothers endearing, but I also recognize that I get a kick out of being “unclockable” to certain eyes. I have never been “straight-acting” or “gay-acting”—I’ve just been myself, whatever that means in a given moment. For me, wearing a floppy sunhat would not feel authentic to me—nor would wearing a baseball cap with a football team on it. And yes, I acknowledge that one of those decisions would be heteronormative and masculine-friendly—so I’m not saying this is about a hat. This is not about hats at all, but again, authenticity.
I can empathize with a gay man wanting to be in a fraternity, because that’s who I was. I wanted a brotherhood and a sense of belonging. I wanted to feel like and feel part of men who thought as I did. I found that.
I can intellectualize a transman wanting to be in a fraternity because, again, they seek that sense of sameness and oneness. They want the same sense of brotherhood and belonging that I sought, and that’s why I have no issues with a transman pursuing membership like any other man.
Because there are so few black fraternities, they each seem to fit one of the various archetypes of masculinity: the nerd/geek; the party animal; the playboy; the boy-next-door; and the outlaw. (Or any variations on those themes.) I believe that each of the fraternities purposefully manifests these masculinities in their aesthetic traditions (including stepping and strolling), as well as ritual, protocol, and programming.
Straight or gay, trans or cis, I am hard-pressed to find a member of any major fraternity who doesn’t embody the performance of that masculinity in their lives, especially when in a room full of their brothers. Being in a fraternity is predicated on the acceptance and buy-in of the performance of masculinity, whether our personal performance of that masculinity is at level one or level ten.
Further, there is no better time or place to see the various masculine archetypes manifest than in the probate show/new member presentation. Whether hypersexualized and heteronormative or modest and sexuality-neutral, I believe that these shows are still a performance of traits associated with manhood. There is hard stepping, not soft stepping; a grit, not a smile; and outfits ranging from tuxedoes to army fatigues.
Gay men can be found in each variation of the archetype. Certainly a transman could be found in each variation as well.
Where, then, is the feminine man if the traditional performance is one of masculinity? Where is the home for the feminine man if the prevailing fraternities’ reputations are built on performance?
Each person who joins a fraternity agrees to this performance even beyond the new member shows. This is exemplified in wardrobe requirements in the ritual to dress codes at chapter meetings and conventions. I don’t believe these norms are a surprise to those pursuing membership. If a feminine man was not feminine before pledging, then he has agreed to the performance of masculinity through one of the archetypes, from the nerd to the party animal to the outlaw.
We are all in drag, whether in business suits or fatigues and boots. One who non-conforms may be in accord with the values of an organization generally, but would still have to identify with the aesthetic of the organization in order to truly qualify.
Are fraternities and sororities ideal organizations for gender-nonconforming people? Probably not. A strong identification with not only the values and programs is necessary, but the culture, the style, the way that things are done. The best of Omega or Kappa could surely be the best of Alpha. What separates us is not talent or achievement, but style, method, and performance. What works for the Sigmas may not work for the Iotas, but it still works. What works for those of us who conform to gender may not work for those who are gender fluid, genderqueer, or nonconforming. I respect that these organizations may not be for them. They are still my siblings in justice.
My chosen drag when it comes to my organization is a black suit and gold tie. Just as we get a twinge of pride when we watch YouTube videos of probate shows and see the new members dressed identically and stepping in sync, I get a large sense of pride when I enter a convention and see a thousand brothers who look just like me. We move alike, we work alike. Our thoughts may be different, yet we still know that our drag unites us in a certain way; that our sameness represents a unanimity of thought and action.
I don’t find that to be oppressive. I find that to be inspiring. I feel loved in the space that is my fraternity, a space where I feel I belong. It is a space where I feel my fellow gay men and transmen also belong alongside straight and cisgender men. Gender fluidity may be a bridge too far, yet I remain open to those ideas being challenged also.
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Rashid Darden is a novelist. He is also lecturer on LGBT issues as well as topics in fraternity and sorority life. Contact Rashid here.
A Rebuttal to the Anti-Greek Life Sentiment at Georgetown
The below essay was originally typed in the comments of an editorial called “Greeks Exclude By Class” by Laura Owsiany in the The Hoya. It has been edited for greater clarity. [Read more…] about A Rebuttal to the Anti-Greek Life Sentiment at Georgetown
Kids These Days: Best Practices for Youth Step Shows
In February, I was asked to be a judge for a youth step show at my alma mater, Georgetown University. As the founder of the GU Step Team (GUST) I was honored to come back and participate.
There were three teams: Dem Raider Boyz, the Lady Raiders, and the Lady Legacy Step Team. I enjoyed the show and photos are below:
But I did want to bring some things up for people to consider when coaching teams or sponsoring step shows.
Always teach the history before you teach the choreography. Stepping is an African American art form, first and foremost. In its present form, it comes from African American fraternities and sororities via many other cultural traditions. If any stepper does not know this, they should not perform.
There is a difference between boys’ teams and girls’ teams. They should compete in their own divisions, not against one another.
You can have too much of a good thing. Consider dividing your team into smaller squads. Yes, large squads are impressive, but smaller squads are more versatile.
Stop appropriating traditional steps from fraternities and sororities. Instead, go on YouTube and find videos of great choreography, period. Beyonce does it. So can you. Incorporate moves from different time periods into brand new percussive steps.
You don’t have to grit. And some teams are calling it the “stank face” which is even worse. Gritting comes from the black fraternal experience and I am not comfortable with youth emulating it. There’s a time and place to learn what gritting means and why it’s done. High school is not that time.
Finally, know that there is life after stepping. Stepping is a form of dance, and dance is an art, so that makes you an artist. Take those skills with you to college and consider joining a dance troupe. And obviously there are professional step teams and dance troupes to join after college, too. if you are good, keep going!
I am looking forward to my next youth show. Hopefully there will be many more teams that are ready to handle the stage.
I can’t trust white women, either: #SAEhatesme
Yesterday, Dr. Frances Becque posted a brief essay on her website about the Sigma Alpha Epsilon situation at Oklahoma. I had huge problems with it when I initially read it, but I decided to wait a while before I posted my response. I have immense respect for Dr. Becque’s research and promotion of fraternalism.
However, her essay is a prime example of what I spoke about yesterday on the issue of people of color being able to trust that white people won’t be racist in closed company, among other things. Yesterday, I spoke mainly about the aggressors. Today I will speak about bystanders.
What troubles me most about Dr. Becque’s post is not that she fails to use the word “racism” in the entirety of the post. (What I liked about the response of both SAE and the President of OU is that each was quite clear that the acts we saw on film were racist and bigoted.) No, it doesn’t surprise me at all–I am used to white people, well-meaning and otherwise, removing the “race card” from play even though it’s the only card that’s been dealt.
I suppose I could also be upset that she refuses to label those young men “men” and instead makes an intentional point to call them boys, as though to absolve them from the ownership of their words. (And let’s be clear that it’s not the words that hurt–it’s the environment that the young men perpetuate that hurts their chapter, their campus, and their community. Racism hurts black people, but racism also hurts white people.)
And sure, I could be upset at Dr. Becque’s appeal for calm, to remember that these “boys” are not “monsters.” (One could make a very strong argument that racists are monsters.)
What troubles me the most about her essay is that I’m not troubled at all. It’s just another symptom of white supremacy and patriarchy manifesting itself in the Greek community, perhaps where it spreads most efficiently.
To paraphrase Iyanla Vanzant, let’s call a thing a thing. White men who exist in white spaces that empower them to be racists are monsters. White women who empower those men in those spaces are bigger monsters, because they have the ability as parents to raise them right in the first place, but choose to coddle and protect them, to preserve the very patriarchy that continues to subjugate them.
I have no empathy for racists. It is not my job to fix racism. It is the job of white people to fix racism.
So fix it.
Stop empowering racists. Stop trying to appeal to a sense of calm when your “boys” are the ones in chaos. We will continue to march. We will continue to protest. And we will continue to call racism out where it happens and where it is coddled.
I Can’t Trust White Men: #SAEhatesme
Black people can tell if a white person is the type who says nigger when he thinks no one is watching. We know and we warn others about you. –Me, on Facebook last night.
Over the weekend, a story emerged about a chapter of Sigma Alpha Epsilon which was suspended due to racist behavior which was caught on film. For what it’s worth, I was impressed with the swift response from SAE’s National President Brad Cohen, who said “They will be dealt with.”
And dealt with they were. Chapter closed, members evicted from the house, and expulsions are sure to follow. Mr. Cohen’s response doesn’t seem to be the standard response of corporate embarrassment and brand protection. It seems to be genuine disgust. I appreciate that and I wish more fraternal leaders could be trusted to have similar responses.
But the problem is that white people are racist and I can not trust a white person I don’t know to not be racist.
My lack of trust in white people (men in particular) is not unfounded. It is not unreasonable. It is based in the reality of a racist and patriarchal society that was not designed for black excellence. These young men on this bus already have all the privilege in the world. It wasn’t enough to just be white in a space affirming of whiteness. They had to affirm their superiority and their exclusionary beliefs.
Thankfully there was at least one subversive person on the bus who filmed and shared it.
Anyway…
I am glad that the #SAEhatesme movement has begun on social media, but I hope people understand that this is not solely about Sigma Alpha Epsilon. This is about any institution of all-white (on some campuses) or mainly white (on many campuses) people that gets to decide their own membership. When picking a pledge class, a chapter may not be chanting about never taking a nigger, but what’s going on inside them when they do vote? Are they challenging themselves about why they are voting no on a candidate? Are they really checking their privilege?
Further, are they asking themselves why people of color are not rushing their chapters in the first place?
Do they know that we don’t trust them to do right by us?
I am a Brother of Alpha Phi Omega, one of the most happy-go-lucky fraternal organizations on the planet, and even in our own existence, there have been chapters which have donned black face and had jungle-themed fundraisers. Although this was decades ago, it is definitely documented in our national newsletter.
No institution of white people is immune to racism. But ultimately, my mistrust of white people is not my problem because it is not steeped in racism. It is an evidence-based emotion, signed in the blood of Mike Brown and Eric Garner, with a bullet as the exclamation point. It is on film. It is in print. I don’t trust a white person to not call me nigger behind closed doors.
This is a white person’s problem, not mine. I’m good. I don’t have work to do. White people do. In the words of Olivia Pope:

Earn me. Earn my trust. Show me that you won’t lynch me. Show me that you will teach your boys not to shoot me. Show me that you want me in your fraternities and your country clubs.
Until then… just leave me alone.
1987
Breaking the Boycott of Sorority Sisters
My name is Rashid Darden and I am a novelist. I am also a member of Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity, Inc. Acting independently from my fraternity and the members who have chosen to boycott, I plan to exercise my own rights:
I will be watching the remaining episodes of Sorority Sisters this Friday night on VH1 from 9:30pm onward.
As I’ve already stated in an earlier essay, I believe that the backlash from the show stems primarily from the dangerous and alienating respectability politics of black folks. Since that essay, and since subsequent shows have aired, I have been witness to the devolution of values of the members of fraternities and sororities who are against the show.
I’ve seen women exclaim gleefully that they couldn’t wait for their sisters to be expelled from their organizations. The cast members of the show have spoken about the death threats they have received, but fraternity and sorority members only said “Well if that were true, the police would be involved.”
Spoken by people who have never been impacted by cyber bullying and harassment.
Perhaps even more insidious than the aggressive attacks against these women is the acts of the bystanders joining the protests. People joined the boycott because it was the popular thing to do. I had friends who supported the boycott who admittedly only did so because they don’t like shows which air “dirty laundry.”
I also suspect that there were those who were adamant about supporting the boycott because it positioned them to be quoted in national media as an expert in Greek life, to perhaps boost their sales or notoriety. Can’t knock the hustle, I guess.
Meanwhile, I have seen a great deal of non-Greeks support the show. They say to me that they are glad to see that real people are members of these organizations–not just the St. John suit-wearing, mink-flaunting, middle-aged socialites, but real women who have bills and kids and kids’ fathers–just like them.
Behind all of this backlash, some will be suspended. Yes, some will be expelled, but hopefully not without deep conversations about sweeping codes of conduct and broad codes of ethics. Conversations need to happen about why some members are given the harshest penalties while others skip off into the sunset, saved because of their high positions in their organizations. Saved because of the political heft of their chapters of initiation. Why can a man who steals from one chapter be expelled from an entire national fraternity, but a national leader who steals from his entire fraternity is not? Why justice for some, but not for all?
Let’s be clear: These women are not being punished for the show. They are being punished for the attention. Had this been a no-budget YouTube series, this would not have been an issue.
But these are conversations to be had within the organizations. Perhaps the lessons learned from Sorority Sisters will be the impetus that all organizations need to create policies which recognize and reaffirm that disclosure of one’s membership does not tarnish a century-old legacy. Indeed, tarnish doesn’t happen overnight.
Perhaps the legacies first began to tarnish when that first person decided that their organization should fund their travel rather than paying for it out of pocket.
Perhaps the legacies first began to tarnish when that first person voted “no” on a candidate because they were suspected to be “funny” or a “confirmed bachelor.”
Perhaps the legacies first began to tarnish when that first person turned their nose up at a young man or young woman who came to college at a nontraditional age.
Sorority Sisters has not made the public think less of Greek letter organizations. It has given us, the members of Greek letter organizations, an opportunity to check ourselves.
We are not perfect. And how we have handled Sorority Sisters reflects our imperfections. The reaction has saddened me, to be honest, especially in the midst of so much in the world we could be working on.
It’s funny to me how none of the conversations I’ve observed have mentioned how our organizations could get a handle on Sorority Sisters and use a second season of it as a vehicle for changing the culture of Greekdom itself. Kefla Hare’s (Alpha Phi Alpha) appearance on Road Rules Australia truly made me look at Alpha in a different light when I was in high school. Before him, I considered Alphas to be arrogant, out of touch, and pompous. Kefla’s appearance on MTV and his representation of a real Alpha made me reconsider. Put Kameelah, an AKA who appeared on Real World Boston in that category also.
This generation deserves to see itself in April, Cat, Adrene, Shanna, Priyanka, MeToya, Joy, Lydia, and Veronica, with all of their efforts to be good, to be better, and to be real. We are not our sisters’ keepers – we are our sisters. We are our brothers. Whether they look like we look or act like we act, we are still them and they are still us.
Thank you, Sorority Sisters, for showing us as we really are–on your side of the television and on ours.
Your bitter truth: Camera phone pictures are not enough.
Once upon a time there was a little black boy who won a writing contest in 1995. The Metropolitan DC Chapter of The Links, Inc., gave this boy a $300 prize for his short story “Vampires at Camp.” [Little known fact: Two characters from Birth of a Dark Nation originated in this story.] With this prize money, this boy bought a Single Lens Reflex (SLR) camera – the Nikon N6006. To his friends and family, that meant “the big camera.” All he wanted was a massive zoom.
Although there was some irony in this boy spending his prize money on tools for visual art, rather than using it on becoming a better writer, he was sure that the Links would approve of him striving to become a better artist all the way around. So, through high school, he used his camera practically everywhere he went, investing in film (!) and the cost of developing said film (!!) at the local Giant Food store.
That boy was me. I took my camera to college with me and began documenting my experiences there. I have boxes of photos from high school and college, many that I have not scanned, or I have scanned and haven’t organized them well.
By my senior year, my camera began failing and became useless. I could never afford to get it fixed, so I put it down for good. I then began using a digital point-and-shoot camera with a strong optical zoom. I lost one camera in a taxi cab, then got a similar, better one.
In 2003, around the time I became an Alpha, I got immersed in documenting fraternal life in DC, particularly at Howard, where I had become acquainted with many students and alumni through Alpha Phi Omega and Alpha Phi Alpha. Over the next six years, I took all sorts of photographs with just my little point-and-shoot camera.
2004:
2005:
2006:
2007:
2008:
And so on. I was also shooting non-Greek things, but I became well-known in the are for documenting the fraternal scene. Not only did the Hilltop newspaper use my 2005 images without my permission, I’ve had people use my images in event flyers and such.
Yes, I could watermark my images. But I choose not to. I think my work has a style that speaks for itself.
At any rate, in 2009 I asked for and was gifted with my first (and current) digital SLR camera! It is a Nikon D60 and I love it. It reminds me of my first camera, but I am pushing myself a lot further with it. Since, you know, it’s impossible to waste film with a digital camera.
Here’s how my images of the fraternal world improved with the DSLR:
2009:
2010:
2011:
2012:
2013:
2014:
And that brings us to today.
I am not a perfect photographer and I try to learn a little more with every photo shoot. I enjoy portraiture and I like event photography. I still have a strand of photojournalism in me.
But all of that is just a preface. I want to stress something for all of you in 2015:
The phone on your camera will always be inferior to a good, digital point-and-shoot camera. And a DSLR camera, when used properly, will always be better than both.
The images on your phone can, indeed, be very very good – if you know what you’re doing. As someone who is better at composition than any technical aspect of my own camera, I sort of know what I’m looking for when I look through the “lens” of my phone. But a camera – an actual camera – gives me far more control up front.
What’s the point of having a phone full of images if they are all blurry? Too far away? Pixelated? Off-color?
Yes, yes, we all know the tricks of the trade – a blurry photo can look “vintage” with a sepia filter. I get it. I do that, too.
But come on, people, I need you to hear me: please invest in your own memories. Get a good digital camera to put in your coat pocket. Capture those moments. Zoom in with an optical zoom, not a digital zoom. Take better photos.
And after you take those photos, download them to your computer. Save them. Organize them.
Invest in photo editing software if you like filters and such. Adobe PhotoShop if you gangsta. OnOne Perfect Photo Suite if you not so gangsta.
Share your photos. I like Flickr a lot because it integrates will with so many social networking sites.
But you know you don’t have to share the bad ones, right? If you took 40 photos and 30 are blurry, it’s fine to only share the best ten! Just keep practicing, get better.
Print your photos! Yes, you can still get your digital photos printed. I use the FreePrints app by Photo Affections.
I just really want everybody to do better in 2015. I’m tired of hearing about young mothers who lose all their photos of their babies because they didn’t have the photos saved externally. I am tired of seeing blurry photos from friends who I know have a steadier hand than their photos portray. And yes, I am tired of selfies.
Of course, you could always just hire your own personal photographer if you don’t feel like doing it all yourself. If you do go that route, think of me first.
Brother R. Anthony Mills speaks to AKAs on social action
The sisters of the Psi Phi Omega Chapter of Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority, Inc., (chartered 2014 in East Baltimore, Maryland) welcomed Brother R. Anthony Mills (Mu Upsilon – Frostburg State University) as a special guest at their last business meeting of the year. Brother Mills facilitated a conversation on the #BlackLivesMatter movement and discussed how women in community leadership, such as the ladies of Psi Phi Omega, may facilitate positive change through social action. Brother Mills is the Eastern Region Vice President of Alpha Phi Alpha, representing chapters from New England to Virginia on the National Board of Directors. He is also a past president of the historic Delta Lambda Chapter in Baltimore, Maryland.
Mrs. Joan Wilmer-Stewart is the president of Psi Phi Omega Chapter, which you may follow on Facebook for updates. More photos, provided by Mrs. Wilmer-Stewart, are below.
Sisterhood Under the Microscope: Respectability, Social Media, and VH1’s “Sorority Sisters”
Last night, I watched VH1’s Sorority Sisters. It’s a new reality show following a group of women in Atlanta who are all members of various black sororities. This summer, a teaser was released and the good respectable black folks of the internet were whipped into a frenzy. Boycotts ensued and the teaser was removed from Vimeo.
Then, in a surprise move, VH1 announced just last week that Sorority Sisters would indeed be making it to prime time, with the popular Love & Hip-Hop New York as the lead-in. The good respectable black folks of the internet were shocked–indeed, horrified–to see that their petition had failed despite all their best efforts. I like reality television so I knew right from the beginning that I would be watching. VH1 in particular invests in their unscripted programming in ways some of the other networks do not, so hopefully the production values would suggest a strong investment.
The show itself entertained me. What sets it apart is that I didn’t have to be a housewife, doctor or doctor’s partner, music mogul, or even wealthy to truly connect with the cast. They were all college educated people who were involved in Greek life. That’s me, too.
I think what makes the show work for me is also why it has frightened so many of the Greeks out there: it is familiar. It is personal. It is revealing.
The paper/made debate was brought up as a tangent to the issue of perps. Is she really a soror? Is she lying? Why is she evasive? Is she real? This is the black Greek culture. This is not surprising at all–it’s just now in the public sphere.
The struggle to accept white members of BGLOs was on full display. So was the teasing of the lone Lady Sigma. This is not new.
I can tell you as a guest blogger for Divine Nine Lover, the aspirants who are in college now already know this culture. We put it on full display right in front of them. I know because they ask us all the time “Why should we be discreet when we know everybody’s business already?”
I get it. I feel them. That horse is already out of the barn.
And I know my “nieces” and “nephews” will be watching this show and will have more questions, and I’m here for it. I think perhaps we underestimate this younger generation. They code-switch well. They know, generally, what’s appropriate and what’s not, just like with any other reality show.
But what’s bothered me has been the response from my fellow Greeks, even before the first episode dropped. You had some people outlining how to conduct a boycott of the show’s advertisers.
How the hell you gonna boycott a show you haven’t seen yet when some of your organizations won’t even let you wear letters to protests?
Listen: I am in favor of any structure which sheds light on the truth. It is my opinion that Sorority Sisters shows the truth of membership in a Greek letter organization. It won’t always be pretty and prissy.
Some sorority members have terrible attitudes. So do some fraternity members. We are not all Martin Luther King–nor do some of us want to be.
Some sorority members are burlesque performers. And you know what? Some fraternity members are very successful porn stars. I am here for it.
Some brothers and sisters are white–and maybe, just maybe when we see Shanna’s story unfold, the members of our orgs who have problems with white members can get over it, and the ones who treat white members like a special accomplishment can get over that, too.
My life as a member of Alpha Phi Alpha has not always been great, and I tell my truth as often as I am able. When I published my first novel Lazarus in 2005, the reactions from my brothers were mixed. Only three people in my alumni chapter supported me with a purchase. I was surrounded by brothers at Howard University and told the founders would be rolling over in their graves because of me. Another brother blocked my website from the university’s servers. And even at the Centennial convention, a brother spent twenty minutes telling me how he couldn’t support a novel about gay people. (But at minute 21, he sho-nuff bought one.)
I say these things not because I am bitter, but because I, too, have been boycotted. I was Alpha’s inconvenient truth: an openly gay member who was always openly gay who wrote books with gay themes. Brothers were not feeling that, me, my books, nothing. No, not all brothers. Many outside my chapter and outside my area were very supportive and still are. I made some of the best friends of my life in the frat at that time, because real people attract real people.
But to just say from the very beginning that you won’t support a show about sorority women just for the possibility that it might portray the sororities in a negative light is hypocritical and reeks of respectability politics.
Oh no, can’t show this on TV!
It will embarrass us!
It will make us all look bad!
Sorority Sisters doesn’t make sororities look bad. It is a reflection (and possibly amplification) of just….life.
Obnoxious. Sensitive. Naive. Sisterly. Loving. Evil. Greedy. Compassionate. Wise. Salt of the earth. Head in the clouds.
That’s what I saw.
I see the same things when I watch Love and Hip-Hop Atlanta. Yes, home of Joseline Hernandez and Stevie J and Mimi and the Shower Rod.
You don’t see the sensitivity of Joseline under her coarse exterior? You don’t feel a kinship with who she is and what she’s been through? When you see the “Puerto Rican Princess,” don’t you see your own sister?
Maybe that’s the problem. We’re so busy “othering” the reality stars who didn’t go to college, who didn’t pledge, who are just common and ratchet and therefore beneath us, that we miss their own humanity and our kinship with them as human beings.
No show of this kind will be everything you want it to be. There will be drama. There will be larger-than-life personalities. But please don’t characterize this show as the worst thing to happen to Greekdom. Fraternities and sororities have far worse problems with which to concern themselves.
“Sorority Sisters” is here whether you like it or not
This summer, Greekdom was in an uproar over the reality show “Sorority Sisters” that was threatening to cross over into the pantheon of ratchet reality shows. It seemed as though Mona Scott Young was attached to the project at that time. Petitions were circulated asking, begging, and pleading VH1 to not move forward with this.
But it’s here, so get ready. According to VH1, Mona isn’t even producing this, so I don’t know.
I watch a lot of television. Like, a lot. So I’m not going to boycott this particular show when I could be boycotting a whole lot of other ones before it. I’ll watch it and decide if I want to watch a second episode. But I’ve watched every other Greek-related show out there, so why not this one, too?
Let me know what you think when you’ve seen it.
“To Destroy All Prejudices”
When I created Notable Alphas, it was simply an experiment. I wanted to know whether there was enough positive news about members and chapters of Alpha Phi Alpha to provide a steady flow of content on an independent website, Facebook page, Twitter, and Tumblr. In the past year, I’ve listened to the feedback of Brothers in my circle. There are far fewer videos of new member presentations and less news from Capitol Hill. There are more stories about Brothers in entertainment and in social justice. From time to time, I will also provide an editorial or profile that has more of “me” in it—I am a novelist first, and I feel more comfortable in feature writing than hard news.
This will be a “me” piece.
My time as an Alpha has not been without incident. There have been extremely high peaks and there have been valleys from which I thought I would not recover. There has been the realization that my own leadership style is better suited for a much smaller organization, therefore ending my personal ambitions; yet I was able to make significant contributions as a national committee chairman.
In recent years, I have realized that in addition to being a creative person, I am an introvert. Introverts often perform well independently, in solitude. I have, in earnest, reached out to members of other Greek letter organizations to see whether the talents of introverts are being properly utilized on the micro and macro levels. The jury is still out.
For me, Notable Alphas is the best possible way for me to give back to brothers who have given so much to me. Outside of the chapters, the districts, the regions, the conventions, there have been great men, influential men in my life who I am honored to have considered friends. I am not talking about the Martin Luther Kings and Marion Barrys of Alpha. I mean the roommates, the brothers I met serendipitously at conferences, the friends I made back in the days of BlackPlanet, GreekChat, and MegaGreek.
As I said on Founders Day in 2009:
When Alpha Phi Alpha was founded, an entirely new type of organization was born. It was social, yes, in that fellowship was a very important part of the development of its members. And it was surely considered a general fraternity which didn’t restrict membership purely on major or class standing. Nor was it solely a service fraternity like my beloved Alpha Phi Omega. No, this organization was, from the very beginning, one devoted to social justice even more than fellowship, philanthropy, and academic achievement.
In the preamble to the fraternity’s constitution, there is an admonition to “destroy all prejudices.” For my entire time as an Alpha, I have strived to embody that particular charge. I have never hidden my sexual orientation from the brotherhood, not just because I knew doing so would kill my spirit, but because I knew that at some point in the future, I would be looked to by a younger brother as a role model. I had to be me, in spite of the repercussions, so that the road would be easier for others.
There were repercussions. I am still here.
I have tried to be a voice for religious minorities in the fraternity as well. I have tried to be a voice for the artists who are often drowned out in rooms full of doctors, lawyers, and businessmen. And even though I am grad-made and proud, I have spoken up for college brothers–even when there were none within earshot.
I have always believed that we needed to destroy our own prejudices before we can dare work on destroying the world’s. But now I fear that I have waited too long—the prejudices of the world are destroying us.
The time for introspection has passed. The time has now come for action.
Alpha is what it is. We were good. What we used to be worked. Though we are still what we once were, it is now time to be who we should be.
We have to be actively engaged in the liberation of our people from a system which is literally murdering us. We cannot show up just for the protests and the photo opportunities. We have to take deliberate actions as a body of hundreds of thousands of active and inactive members.
We have to dismantle white supremacy. We need to arm ourselves with the many works—scholarly and accessible—that will train our members how to think critically about what is happening to us, from mass incarceration to academic inequities.
We have to expose white privilege everyplace that it lives.
We have to understand that mentoring black boys won’t prevent them from getting shot by racist police officers.
We have to cast off the years of black respectability politics that inform our current paradigm and investigate entirely different ways of service and advocacy.
We have to be feminists. We have to be leaders in the true equality of womanhood while recognizing that they, too, exist in a system which was not designed for their protection. We must fully stand up against our own male privilege and misogyny. We need to stop raping women. We need to believe women who say they are raped. We need to stop being bystanders to behaviors which harm women and threaten their equality.
We have to end hazing.
We have to end brutality.
We have to turn up.
We have to regenerate.
We have to be so much more to so many more people so that we can simply live.
The battle is not the same as it was in 1906.
Trayvon Martin’s killer walks free.
Mike Brown’s killer walks free.
Eric Garner’s killer walks free.
Hell has finally frozen over, Brothers. For our people, for our future, for the world: it’s time to fight on the ice.
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Brother Rashid Darden is a novelist. This editorial is not sponsored by any entity and was not reviewed or endorsed by Alpha Phi Alpha.
Our Love for Brother Marion Barry is Complicated
Brother Rashid Darden, Editor of Notable Alphas, pays tribute to Brother Marion Barry.
” I don’t want normal, and easy, and simple. I want. . .I want painful, difficult, devastating, life-changing, extraordinary love. Don’t you want that, too?” –Olivia Pope, Scandal
And so did the citizens of the District of Columbia want a love just as complicated. A love that had to be explained to the rest of America; to the transplants and transients who arrived here with their carpetbags; and to the racists in Congress who–some to this day–don’t believe in the ability of Washingtonians to govern themselves.
This was our Brother Marion Barry (Beta Xi – LeMoyne-Owen College), who we loved complicatedly, unrelentingly, from the depths of our souls to the marble stairs of the District Building.
Much will be said about Brother Barry’s life of contradictions, from his personal troubles to his investments in the youth and the elderly; from his romantic commitments and liaisons to his uncensored language in council meetings. Those wanting more depth on those topics may read many tributes sure to come. Some will be the typical Democratic, tone deaf, “We were close friends” tributes rife with the illusion of proximity. Others will be fair and balanced, scholarly pieces.
But today, I simply mourn him as my Brother and as a native Washingtonian.
When I was in the fifth grade, sometime during 1989 or 1990, I was somehow chosen to shadow Mr. Peter Parham, DC’s Director of Human Services and a member of Marion Barry’s cabinet. Several of us were selected to go to his office, but before I knew it, I was spirited away from the other kids, who were shadowing office workers, and I found myself in a car with Mr. Parham, on my way to a cabinet meeting.
It all happened so fast. Before I knew it, I was shaking hands with a bunch of cabinet members and ultimately, Marion Barry himself. He was larger than life in personality, just as he seemed on television, yet someone accessible to me, like an uncle or neighbor. Like many of my family, he had that southern twang in his voice, signifying that he, too, had migrated here from warmer places. It was a great moment for me.
The major focus of this meeting was the drug trade. Police representatives brought in all these products that the drug traffickers were using to smuggle drugs into the city: soda cans, bottles of cleaning products, anything you can imagine. I remember, once I got home, feeling a deep sense of irony that the focus of the cabinet meeting was about drugs. I cannot recall if my visit was before or after his arrest, but the suspicion of his drug use was rampant, even among fifth grade playground gossip.
That’s what life was like in DC in the 80s and 90s when you loved Mayor Marion Barry. You knew, but you didn’t care. You cared, but you didn’t know. You loved him anyway, because he definitely loved you. He was a civil rights leader who had assumed the next logical level of responsibility to the people. So few did. So few could.
I would see Brother Barry several more times as a child. He was a special guest at the annual Cherry Blossom poster contest awards (hosted by Effi Barry, his now-deceased ex-wife). He was a special guest speaker at my graduation, as he was practically everyone’s. We all know his speech: “Education is like Coca-Cola–it’s the real thing.”
But the damage of his addiction had been done. Even though he returned to the Mayor’s office, and subsequently city council, people in my generation were tired of being the laughing stock of the nation. We loved him, but it was hard to explain him. We loved him, but we needed more. We needed different. We were tired of the complicated love, the dangerous love. This love had transformed us, but it was time to let go.
Brother Marion Barry was still on the scene, though. Just because I had emotionally let go of my attachment to the “Mayor for Life” doesn’t mean he had let go of me, DC, and the people who lived here. He remained steadfast in his career as a politician, but also ensured that his own story was preserved and told. Just this year, he published his autobiography. A few years ago, he cooperated with the production of a documentary about his life. (Links below.)
I am also personally proud that he was, for a period, affiliated with my chapter of initiation. Mu Lambda Chapter of Alpha Phi Alpha in Washington, DC was always proud to include him as one of their most notable members.
Today, we are sad. As Washingtonians. As DC residents. As Brothers of Alpha. His leadership changed my life. His life changed my leadership. He was my mayor. He was my black brother. He was my fraternity brother. My love for Brother Barry hurt. It was extraordinary. It changed me.
And I am grateful that it was all of those things.
Rest in power, Brother Barry.
The Nine Lives of Marion Barry (Documentary DVD)
A Skee-Phi Wedding: Brother Ryan and Soror Allison
Brother Ryan Gilbreath is a Spring 2009 initiate of the Beta Gamma Chapter of Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity at Virginia State University and a current member of Nu Lambda, the alumni chapter of Petersburg, Virginia. His bride, Allison, came to Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority via the Sigma Omicron Chapter at Virginia Wesleyan University. Their wedding took place on May 25, 2014 at the Founders Inn and Spa in Virginia Beach. Below the jump, Brother Gilbreath talks about Alpha’s role in his wedding, his family, and in his life.
The brotherhood that I have with my frat brothers is amazing. All of my groomsmen were Alphas and I regard them as actual “brothers” and not just members.
I am [the only Alpha in my family]. My dad is a Sigma from Alabama A&M who pledged back in the 80s. Me and my dad joke around about that all the time. But I told him that when I was looking at fraternities, Alpha really connected with me. I want to pass down my legacy to my son one day, but I will always respect his choices because at the end of the day, it’s his choice.
I loved my college experience after crossing; nothing like it! There is such a legacy that you have to uphold and you learn that it’s not about you but more about the fraternity. People look at you as a leader when you cross Alpha.
Alpha for me has always and will always be a pivotal area in my life. Alpha has taught me resilience and perseverance when it comes to life’s ups and downs. To always do what is right and to never give up; be a servant to all and to teach and uplift our communities.
Transferring to Nu Lambda [the alumni chapter in Petersburg, Virginia] for me was like coming home in a sense. The chapter has a mix of older and younger brothers and I gained great wisdom from both sides. I learned how to be an Alpha man even more, if you know what I mean.
For a wedding reception, Beta Gamma is known to put on a show! We performed a step from our 2009 neophyte show show and a party hop we learned from our big brothers. Five years later and we still had the show down pat. It’s still ingrained in me to this day.
I really wanted to incorporate the hymn with me and my wife in the middle. It was a very touching moment for us both and my wife teared up while I joined my bros. There is nothing like it. Our Greek roots (for me and my wife, who is an AKA) are part of our story. Also, if you did not notice from the video [below], our wedding colors were salmon pink and old gold!
My brothers have been there for me and I have been there for them. It’s deeper than the letters and the parties. I regard them as family.
I will never forget that wedding experience for the rest of my life!
Ryan + Allison | Founder’s Inn, VA Wedding Videographer | Delta Studio Productions | Virginia Wedding & Corporate Videographers from Delta Studio Productions on Vimeo.
Some Greek Life Photos
I take pictures. Here’s a short gallery of some of my best work in Greek Life.
Man listen….these AKAs rightchea!
Fraternal Friday: Maybe the inactive members have it right

On Facebook over the holiday weekend, a Facebook friend posted the following:
it absolutely burns me up to see a “brother” buy a new vehicle and the first thing put on it is a fraternity tag. Mind you, these same brothers won’t come to meetings, pay dues, or support any cause of the fraternity. If you’re not about what you’re advertising, don’t advertise. I’m tired of these letter wearers.
First, a fact: A majority of initiates into my fraternity are currently inactive. That is probably the case for every fraternity. Let me underscore the fact that the judgment of inactive members is a huge pet peeve of mine. I have been inactive and I have been active. I went from neophyte of the year to inactive member the very next year. And when I came back to activity, I became a national committee chair. And I am currently inactive again. This does not stop me from wearing paraphernalia. My ‘nalia reminds me of good things and of friends I made. It allows me to connect with people I wouldn’t ordinarily connect with, even if only fleetingly. And I look rather good in black and gold. For me, my current reason for being inactive is financial. I just don’t have the $150 to pay the fraternity for the benefit of a magazine that is consistently late, if it comes out at all. That’s pretty much all I would get. I haven’t been a member of a chapter for many years. I wasn’t a member of a chapter when I was a national committee chair, either. Rather than go into those reasons, I want to share with you a list why people might be happy to represent their membership but loathe to become an active member of a local chapter:
- The members of the chapter aren’t nice.
- The grad chapter/grad members had an adversarial relationship with the undergrad chapter.
- They are tired of being hit on at fraternity functions.
- The local chapter is just wack/socially awkward/inept.
- Tired of the scandals at the national level.
- Don’t want to be begged for money at every chapter meeting.
- Extremely difficult to be a leader in the chapter due to cliques or generational differences.
- The chapter treated them poorly when they were a member – before you even joined the chapter yourself.
- Don’t agree with the direction of Greek life as a whole anymore.
- The local chapter is homophobic.
- The local chapter is full of closet queens who won’t change the status quo.
- The member is an introvert.
But none of those reasons impact the fact that said member’s life was changed when they became a member of the organization. Becoming a member is a rite of passage to be proud of and a symbol of prestige in the community. It’s possible to be proud of what you are and hesitant to be engaged at the same time. Nobody wants to be around smug people who think they’re better because they have the money and the time to be engaged. And perhaps that’s what some of our organizations have become. There are some people that I look at and praise their activity because they really do enjoy it. Quietly, I am placing bets on when they, too, will be burned out from the drama and foolishness and become engaged in something else. A radical change in the culture of Greek life has to occur before the majority of the inactive members come back. So long as the leadership and the rank-and-file alike are harping on this sense of “obligation” to be active, we will stay away, our time will go to other endeavors, and our money will go to other causes. Having been both engaged and disengaged, I can’t say that the inactive brothers have it wrong. I’m proud to BE… and I’m happy to stay away from the mess I have encountered inside chapter walls.
Harpo, who dese women?
http://vimeo.com/68784626
It’s funny how the above video has apparently been on Vimeo for 11 months but only just went viral (in my world) this morning. In the space of an hour, three different friends told me about this video and asked for my comments.
After watching it yourself, I think you can understand that I am not necessarily a fan. It definitely seemed like an interesting concept, but you can tell there are already some “characters” in the bunch who just want to be famous for the wrong reasons.
If I was going to be Executive Producer for an unscripted show about sorority life, here’s how it would go:
First, I’d call it “Joiners” and I wouldn’t limit it to sororities.
I’d cast an AKA, a Delta, a Link, a Jack and Jill mom, and an OES member. My hope is that all five women know each other from their community work. I’d want them to be in their late 30s at least so the world can see that membership really is for life. And I want different types of orgs so the women can discuss why one might be in more than one.
I’d follow them from September through May as each woman plans their chapter’s major social/philanthropic event for the year. I’d love some sort of friendly competition among the five, like who can raise the most money with their events.
Of course I’d want to follow them on service projects, conventions, parties, church, etc.
Joiners should be more documentary and less ratchet. Which means it would only last a season, but at least it could be a season we’d be proud of.
I’d choose DC over Atlanta, but Baltimore or Philadelphia would be just as good.
Anyway, as far as the above project, I can see why it didn’t go anywhere. The women involved are too young to be interesting, if you ask me, and too old and educated to be ratchet.
What do you think?



















