This blog page will be an ongoing rendition of the Anecdotes, Adventures, and Activities of Donna Dymally–Celebrity Photographer extraordinaire–and Lena Cole Dennis–the Selfie Queen of Los Angeles. It will follow their travels and travails as they cruise from Hollywood to the Hood keeping track of all cultural events Noir in the Los Angeles area….and believe me, some of what they get themselves into might as well be straight out of Film Noir….
You can find this dynamic duo out and about hobnobbing with the rich and famous on the red carpet one minute and an hour later they’re off distributing toys to children in need in the Hood….all the while figuring out what kind of trouble they can get themselves into and document with their cameras for the whole world to see. Now you’ll get to see their antics in this page of the Detective’s Diary!
January 18, 2017
Universal Hip Hop Museum
“Our mission is simple. Preserve our proud history; educate a worldwide audience on the five elements of Hip Hop; and honor the trailblazers who paved the way. With immersive exhibits, live events, impactful educational programs, and a powerful new expression of the art form. We’re keeping hip hop at the forefront of our global audience”
I [Lena] was invited to spend the day in an amazing workshop environment of creative souls responsible for the West Coast Hip Hop movement. I entered that movement in the early 80’s because I didn’t like the music my teenage son was blasting inside our home. I found myself saying the same words of my grandmother Jessie “All I hear is boom boom boom!”
I decided to take matters into my own hands to understand this new music. I subscribed to the Source Magazine. I would read it at work first. Take it home to my son. The other subscription was Mad Magazine. I figured at least he was reading.
I picked Tone Loc and Funky Cold Medina as my first Hip Hop relationship after learning to listen without judgement to my sons choices. Reading about the lives of these young men monthly was the turning point of my acceptance.
Oh I forgot one personal issue. I wrote revolutionary poems and performed them with the Watts Prophets. My poems had curse words and spoke of world challenges. “Black in a White World” was a favorite song by Dee Dee Bridgewater! I also had performed my poems during Black History Month in 1973 in the Cafeteria at North America Aviation. Refusing to change the words.
How could I become so hypocritical? Besides they had viewed every Black Exploitation movie filmed the #FirstWeekend
So here’s the pictures of the day. It’ll take me a minute to connect the names with the pictures. Thank you “The Poetess” for keeping me relevant and in the loop of current culture and Hip Hop https://www.facebook.com/donna.dymally/media_set?set=a.414057338945152.1073742081.100010226685514&type=3&pnref=story.unseen-section
Lena Cole Dennis–African American History Museum
2/3/2015 Tuesday 7:00pm
Leaving City Hall
Working on AAHM
I hop on the Expo Line. Sitting in outside seat. Blind fellow asks if someone is sitting there. I get up give him my seat.
Some six foot six dude stands by his seat and throws his backpack over the blind guys head, then throws those “long tall Sally” legs over and loudly flops into the window seat without a word.
As the Public Speaking teacher from El Camino College and I stare at him. He’s looking at blind dude whose listening with his body stiffening. Wondering wth!!?
We both say “he’s blind!!!!” Tall guy,” heck I thought he was low key gangster didn’t want nobody sitting next to him. He got all apologetic looking at us. “You owe him an apology” I said! He did it gracefully.
Then we all began talking about
~Oakland protesters vs LA protesters
~Me speaking to the college students
~Including the blind guy. Me and three guys.
After he got off the train. The older Asian woman gestures and says “He can see. He was looking at his phone.”
No ma’am, see how close he was holding phone to his face? It was a device for seeing impaired. She quickly nods and smiles.
By then I hear the conductor announcing Crenshaw. I scream. I was supposed to be on the Blue Line going East South.
Everybody saying goodbye, follow me, I’ve done it myself. Guiding me across the tracks like I was a seven year old. And I let them.
I look around there are five women I hadn’t noticed on the train. Yet remembered smiling at them as I walked to my seat. The white lady with a bike. The black lady engineer. A Latino student all waiting at the light talking to me assuring me I would be fine.
Didn’t have the heart not to accept their support. It was worth the hour detour.