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SHOGA BLOGS & ESSAYS
Shoga Blogs and First Person Essays are an eclectic mix of history, race, music, Black queer movies and more. On occasion, they're about Dr. Philipson's pet peeve of the day. We can't guarantee the topics, but we can guarantee that the writing is always top-notch!
In FIRST PERSON ESSAYS, Dr. Philipson writes about his personal thoughts and experiences.
SHOGA LENS focuses on films featuring queer Black characters used to be a rare phenomenon. Now they're everywhere, but we have a particular perspective that you won't find anywhere else.
PROFESSORIAL FORAYS


Shoga: An Indigenous African Identity That Predates By Centuries the Laws That Criminalize It
The shoga of the East African coast, a man accepted as a member of women’s society, did not emerge from a vacuum nor from the imposition of outside influence. She was born from the long encounter between Bantu-speaking Africans and Muslim traders from the Arabian Peninsula. Unlike medieval Christianity, which not only condemned “Sodomites” but sought to prosecute and exterminate them, the posture of classical Islam was categorically different. Liwat [anal intercourse between


The Atlanta Compromises
Robert examines two parallel "Atlanta Compromises" — Booker T. Washington's famous 1895 bargain accepting segregation in exchange for economic opportunity, and the unspoken accommodationism of Southern Jews, who sought safety by assimilating as loyal Southerners and avoiding controversy. Through figures like Judah P. Benjamin and Leo Frank, he reveals how both communities navigated survival under hostile white power by silencing dissent.


How the Women of the Classic Blues Got the White Patriarchal Erasure
In 1920, Perry Bradford, a Black composer and publisher, had the crazy idea that African Americans would buy music recorded by Black artists and musicians. He convinced Okeh Records to shellac a vaudeville and cabaret singer from Harlem named Mamie Smith backed by Black jazz musicians. “Crazy Blues” proved to be a smash hit. Within two months of release, it had sold 75,000 copies. Record company executives (all white) woke up. There was a market here! Money to be made! And so


An Embarrassing History
Americans with a moderate knowledge of musical history know about the minstrel shows that originated in the 19th century — how could they not? Some of them might even be aware that the Black musical reentered and transformed the Broadway stage during the 1920s. But there is this gap from the last decade of the 19th century to the 1920s where only fragments of Black musicality (ragtime, the cakewalk) flicker through the imposed amnesia of the time. Why? Take a deep breath and


Early Docs of the Harlem Renaissance
Cotton Club dancers circa 1930s This is a still from a British Pathé newsreel, filmed sometime during the 1930s of dancers at the Cotton Club. Up until the advent of the internet, it would have been impossible to find this episode titled "Harlem (AKA Harlem, New York)." Although the footage, long since recovered and incorporated into every Harlem Renaissance history, is now recognized as a unique and invaluable moving image window on Harlem during the waning days of the Renai


Year One of the (Literary) Harlem Renaissance
Year one of the Harlem Renaissance
FIRST PERSON ESSAYS


An Earring in Tanzania
I came out to my doctoral dissertation advisor under unusual circumstances. It was August of 1988, the seventh month of my residency at the University of Dar es Salaam, where I was researching and writing on East Africa’s most famous playwright, Ebrahim Hussein. As an American with an uncertain but growing grasp of Kiswahili, I was a recognizable figure on campus – all the more so because I was sponsored by a popular Tanzanian professor in the Department of Literature, Joseph


The Texas Branch
In "The Texas Branch," Robert traces his paternal family's deep roots in 19th-century Texas — from his great-grandfather Moses Haas, a Prussian immigrant in San Antonio, to the remarkable Levi family of Victoria, whose patriarch Abraham built the largest state-chartered bank in Texas. The essay spotlights Leo Napoleon Levi, a trailblazing Jewish lawyer and B'nai B'rith president, while reflecting on the insularity, contradictions, and quiet defiances woven through generations


Where My Mother’s Name Didn’t Come From
Aimee Semple McPherson preaching at her Angelus Temple, Los Angeles My mother once told me that her mother, Jeanette, had named her Amy after the celebrity evangelist Aimee Semple McPherson. I didn’t give this statement much thought at the time, but it would have been odd that my conflicted Jewish mother had inherited something from a Pentecostal evangelist. When I did think about it, however, I figured that religion had nothing to do with Jeanette’s choice. In Jeanette’s wo


The Arab Slave Trade Finally Breaks Through
It's funny how you can live in a society whose wealth was built upon the slave trade and not be aware of it even though the legacy of the trade is layered in the language, social relations, and racialized prejudices of the present-day population. No, I'm not referring to the American South. I'm reflecting on the time I spent learning about Swahili language and culture on the East African coast. My introduction, through a two-month intensive Swahili language program for gradua


Dialogue des sourds
Marion Michelle with FIAF colleagues, 1957 I've written elsewhere of how my cousin Marion Michelle probably made cinematic history filming the first guerilla documentary, Indonesia Calling , for the famous Dutch filmmaker, Joris Ivens , in 1945. This was well before I was born. Marion was the same generation as my mother — they were first cousins — although of course we were cousins as well. Since 1950, Marion had settled as an expatriate in Paris. I lived in Paris on two di


Why I Specialized In Swahili Literature
Robert Philipson discusses his experience learning Swahili


Yves and Robert - A Cross-Racial Friendship
In January of 1975, I was lying on top of a water tower in the middle of Africa. It was a fine, warm night. A full moon had scrubbed the sky of its spangle of stars. Stretched out next to me was a handsome African man, one month younger than I. His name was Yves D-, a Central African English teacher at the high school that used to be serviced by the defunct water tower, which served as our perch. We were both stoned on grass I had purchased over the Christmas break in Bangui,


The Family Dog (excerpt)
L to R: Human #1, MAXIMILLION, Human #2, GRANDMA, Human #3, HAMLET, Human #4 It was a good life for a dog. We had returned to our mesa,...


At 54, I Hit My First Film Festival Entry Out of the Ballpark
Shoga Films creator Robert Philipson reflects on his successful first film festival submission "Ma Rainey's Lesbian Licks"
SHOGA LENS


Being 17 - The Colorless Colored Boy
Being 17, the latest offering of the acclaimed French auteur, André Téchiné, at 73 is a visually gorgeous film. It tells of a lust/hate...


Bessie - Turning a Lowbrow Life into Middlebrow Art
This coming Saturday, HBO will air a biopic of Bessie Smith, one of the highest paid Black singers of the 1920s and a foundational voice...


Brother to Brother Spreads Knowledge of the Queer Harlem Renaissance
In 2004 a first-time filmmaker, Rodney Evans, edited and produced a narrative film, Brother to Brother , that encompassed an extended and...


Call Me Kuchu - A Sympathetic Doc on the Most Homophobic Country in Africa
One of the most unsettling features of “Kuchu” are interviews with Giles Muhame, the smirking 22 year-old editor of Uganda’s Rolling...


Check It - A Frustrating Doc About Poor Gay and Trans Youth of Color
“Check It” is the name of a movie, but it was first the name of a street gang of gay and trans kids of color in Washington, DC. After...


Dear White People - The Lone(ly) Gay
Dear White People (2014) is one of the smartest and funniest satires on screwed-up American Black/white relations ever. I can't think of...
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