FBI Director Refuses To Believe That Police Are Killing Blacks What do you do when even the FBI doesn’t believe police are a problem in this country? FBI Director, James Comey, spoke to thousands of police officers at the International Chiefs of Police Conference in San Diego. The director claims there is no real data…
As President Obama’s time in the oval office nears an end, he’s still striving to reform our criminal justice system. According to reports, he plans on implementing new regulations that would lower the amount of child support that prisoners pay when they’re behind bars. The Obama administration is aiming to reduce the amount of debt that…
The latest additions to the murder list at the hands of law enforcement, Alton Sterling and Philando Castile, have prompted yet another series of protests occurring all around the country (and outside of the country). Here’s a wonderful alternative to hitting the streets marching or hitting your knees praying. The people of today are starting to recognize the impact that boycotting has on companies and organizations who have yet to make a public statement against the injustices of Black folk in the United States. We’ve seen what boycotting buses in Montgomery led to in 1956… we can do the same for brutalized and slain in 2016, starting July 15th.
Do not spend your dollars with people who do not value your lives!
Being poor is knowing exactly how much everything costs.
Being poor is getting angry at your kids for asking for all the crap they see on TV.
Being poor is having to keep buying $800 cars because they’re what you can afford, and then having the cars break down on you, because there’s not an $800 car in America that’s worth a damn.
Being poor is hoping the toothache goes away.
Being poor is knowing your kid goes to friends’ houses but never has friends over to yours.
Being poor is going to the restroom before you get in the school lunch line so your friends will be ahead of you and won’t hear you say “I get free lunch” when you get to the cashier.
Being poor is living next to the freeway.
(I wrote the following in honor of my daughter last year some time and found it on my abandoned tumblr page. I decided to share with you so we can honor our beautiful babies together, while they ARE our babies!)
You blanket my cheeks with innocent kisses, as you wrap your arms around my neck and you say “I love you, Mama”. I kiss your forehead, hold you tight and say how much I love you more and that you truly are the sweetest girl I know. Its true. You are so sweet, so much so that I worry for you. I see myself in you, remnants of what I used to be. And now that I have the honor of being your mother, one of the most uncomfortable truths I must face is that I have to prepare you, as much as I can, for heartbreak and disappointment. I have the painstaking task of helping you to build your character as well as your resiliency; preparing you for what can be an angry, opportunistic world, and how I wish it wasn’t necessary. But here’s why it is:
I started writing this post immediately after the Zimmerman verdict. I decided to step away from it in order to cool my emotions and write logically and analytically. Bill O’Reilly fucked that up. Don Lemon fucked that up. The Supreme Court and the disintegration of VRA fucked that up. Moral Mondays in NC fucked that up. However, I’ve come back to the post with my head clear (as can be). Let’s read on:
George Zimmerman will not be held responsible for his actions. While Black folk shouldn’t be surprised, surely we tried to retain a bit of hope that the times would reflect change in this country and justice, whatever that looks like, would be served. Not so.
The following letter is written by Assata Shakur, a recent addition to the FBI’s Most Wanted list. On May 2 1973, Black Panther activist Assata Olugbala Shakur (fsn) Joanne Deborah Chesimard, was pulled over by the New Jersey State Police, shot twice and then charged with murder of a police officer. Assata spent six and a half years in prison under brutal circumstances before escaping out of the maximum security wing of the Clinton Correctional Facility for Women in New Jersey in 1979 and moving to Cuba.
I hope this letter finds you in good health, in good disposition, and enveloped in the spirit of goodness. I must confess that it had never occurred to me before to write to you, and I find myself overwhelmed and moved to have this opportunity.
Its funny how two seemingly simple conversations with two completely different people on two different occasions can put your personal evolution into perspective. Allow me to explain… Continue reading