Thee Silver Platter w/ Tali Payne

With so much going on in the world, I feel that it is my journalist duty to post information that can possibly save a life. Although, this page doesn’t really go into deep detail on bullying, I do want to start to talk more about cultural experience as a black woman. I have seen many situations where people; young and old, need help and instead of getting assistance they are met with criticism. And as life progresses, I have noticed that criticism isn’t just a in-person thing, the internet has been made to be a gift and a curse. The more apps developed, and the more websites become popular the increase of people who encounter bullying and other forms of harassment shoots through the roof. This isn’t admirable, but it has been made trendy and acceptable. Twitter beefs, Tik Tok challenges, Instagram photo bashing and Facebook wars sometimes lead to deaths and/or humiliation. Sadly, it isn’t until it is too late that people decided to connect back to the humanity, but by then we...

Simply put, I am fearful and inspired. I’m inspired by the thought of being in this journalism class makes me feel like I’m a horrible writer. I love to write, but I have a hard time explaining myself on paper-- but only in this class, I guess. I'm in a class with a bunch of know-it-all writers and snobby editors that make me feel that I might be wrong even when I know I’m right. In this class, I have become afraid to speak. For me this is bad, because I am a very introverted person. If i have a question, i usually keep it to myself. If i have a comment,  i quietly talk to my neighboring classmate. But ill hold my breath like a scared child if it gets too loud and someone else hears me. “Open your mouth Tyi,” is what I’m saying to myself but then I think "well, no because you’re wrong. Completely wrong and because your wrong you don’t need everyone to know you thought that was right.” This is my common self battle every day in this class. I am sure it’s because I’m afrai...