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Tachelle "Shamash" Wilkes pens a dope novel for young adults. She is the owner of one of the largest and oldest Hip Hop websites dedicated to women Femmixx.com
What happens when you take a positive message for young girls and place it inside of a novel filled with a crack addicted mother, an unlikely role model, and a juvenile detention center?
Brooklyn, NY, July 2, 2009 – Author-Educator, Tachelle “Shamash” Wilkes tackles these questions and more in her debut novel Amanda’s Ray. This unique novel fills a void in hip-hop where uplifting messages for young girls are far and few in between. Wilkes hopes to close this gap by using the backdrop of hip-hop while tackling issues of self esteem and identity in this Brooklyn coming-of-age story.
Narrator, Amanda Raye, is a sixteen year old aspiring rapper who is obsessed with her idol, Kendra Star-a female rap star who eventually catches a serious charge and is sent to prison. The turning point takes place when the budding young rapper gets in an altercation which lands her in the Albany Detention Center. While on lock down Amanda reaches out to her idol and Kendra Star shares how her tragic upbringing and poor choices landed her in prison. Ultimately the rapper tells Amanda that she isn’t one to follow and urges her to look within herself for positivity and strength.
As an accomplished publisher and hip-hop journalist, Wilkes combined the glitz and glamour that she has seen as a media insider, with the gritty truth that she has faced as a public school educator.
“I have seen so much in city schools-homelessness, abuse, serious self esteem issues- so I know first-hand that young people need something positive and tangible to hold on to,” Wilkes says.
Understanding the power of the pen, Wilkes wrote Amanda’s Ray to not merely entertain, but as an eye-opener intended to affect change, even if it’s one young mind at a time. Amanda’s Ray will be released on Enaz Publications July 20, 2009 and is currently available for pre-sale at: www.femmixx.com
This Year, Hip Hop Congress is proud to announce its 2009 National Conference to be held in SEATTLE, WA. With a bubbling hip-hop scene easing it’s way on to the national radar, Seattle provides a prime location. The conference will focus on practical “do it now” solutions to create social and business progress for the hip-hop community and the communities it was born from.
Websites, blogs and chatrooms pulsed with garish cracks about it. Legions of commentators and news reporters snuck it in every chance they got. More than a few of Michael Jackson’s fervent admirers and supporters made a dismissive reference to it. Even President Barack Obama in a cautious acknowledgment of Jackson’s towering contributions to American music and artistry still made reference to the “tragedy” in Jackson’s life which was a subtle nod to it. And New York Congressman Pete King skipped the niceties and flatly said it.
Yesterday’s memorial for Michael Jackson was surreal, emotional, healing, inspiring and a heartfelt sobering wake up call. I’m glad I fought my initial urge to stay home and made the 5 hour drive from the Bay Area down to the Staples Center in LA. The long drive done in the middle of the night gave me time to reflect on all that had taken place over the past couple of weeks.
As I arrived at the Staples Center and got my tickets I was there amongst thousands. The mood was upbeat and somewhat festive. There were smiles and light-hearted jokes. The mood was one of excitement as we all knew we were going to a historic event. The fact that we were among thousands of people who loved and appreciated this man sans the outright disrespect the media punditry playerhaterism who are increasingly out of step with their viewers and listeners added to the jovial mood.
It wasn’t until I got inside a darkened Staples Center and saw the stage adorned with flowers and the memorializing picture montage that it started to sink in what was really going on. As the place filled up we all could spot various celebrities who generally would cause a stir, the mood had drastically changed. It was more somber and definitely quiet except for the folks in the VIP section that seemed to be more animated and engaged as they smiled, exchanged pounds and hugged each other like this was just another industry event. I recall making note and tweeting about that.
The Memorial itself could be best described as beautifully sad. We all saw the highlights, the first being Mariah Carey singing as she tried her best to hold back tears and keep her voice from cracking. We understood how difficult it was to sing with the casket in front of her. People in the audience had teared up when it was first brought in. If she didn’t care nor had no love, then this would’ve been just another gig. But singing in front of MJ’s casket knowing that he was forever gone was something else. Everyone at the Memorial felt her and appreciated the singing -cracked voice and all.








