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They’ve Arrested and Assaulted My Daughter for .75

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I received a good Samaritan call from a young lady, telling me that the police just handcuffed my daughter at a subway station. She said they slammed her on the ground and put their knee in her back. Of course, she is 18 now…

I try to stay calm and find out what she knows- not much. Is she alone? Yes. Is she alright? Yes, just crying. Was is DC or transit police? Don’t know.

I wasn’t far because she was almost home from a girlfriend’s house.

Fast forward.

They pulled her off the bus for not paying the full fare. They left out the part about slamming her on the ground/knee in the back… She wouldn’t give info for a citation, so they had to take her in. But she wouldn’t get in the car.

One cop says she’s being charged for fair evasion, another tells me assaulting an officer. WHOA!!!!!

They walk away to huddle and wait for a supervisor. The supervisor is super NOT helpful and backtracking during our conversation. Oh, she’s in school/college? I didnt know that… Does that make a difference? I’m done talking. Please tell me what needs to happen now…

I walk over and ask my daughter what happened. She says she went in her bag to get .75 and they grabbed her off the bus.

He didn’t have a right to touch me!

I remind her that she is supposed to be careful with police. I tell her that they are going to arrest her; it’s a police matter and I can’t change the fact that she has to go.

Please get in the car. And it would behoove you to be nice once you’re there. It could be the difference between a citation and release or staying overnight.

She got into the vehicle.

After 10 minutes, I approach the huddle to find out the hold up. Let’s get this going. After six police vehicles and eight cops, we can go.
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So here I am. In the waiting area of the Seventh District. Waiting to talk to someone and see what happens.

 

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A Red Flag

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When I saw it in a vehicle’s back window or on a rusty bumper, I knew what to expect. If it was displayed in a shop window, I knew to steer clear especially south of the Mason – Dixon. It was literally and figuratively a red flag. But at least when I saw it, I knew to be cautious…

I’m glad there was a decision today in South Carolina to remove it from statehouse grounds. You won’t change hearts and minds, but you can do what’s right. I’m kinda shocked, but stranger things have happened.

Given the recent terrorist attack on a place of worship, killing nine people, it’s right. Those who want to continue to “honor their heritage” can still do so. Because I know how to read a red flag.

 
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Posted by on July 6, 2015 in History, Politics, Race, violence

 

That Pesky “N-word”

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It’s not just a matter of it not being polite to say nigger in public.

Damn right he said it! POTUS Maximus has had it. I have had it! A young, white man sat in a church – at Bible Study no less – for an hour, then kills nine of the participants because they are Black. And people want to pretend that this country has no problem with racism.

Now everyone wants to talk about that instead of the issue at hand. Be lucky that’s all he said! He probably still has bite marks on his tongue…

 

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No Repeat Performances

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I recently mustered the courage to watch 12 Years a Slave the other night. I never made it to the theater after repeated postponements and taped it on the DVR a few months ago. Excellent movie, but I will not watch it again. My daughter came downstairs as I was watching it. After catching a glimpse of a scene, she confirmed what movie it was and scurried back upstairs. She saw it at the movies; no repeat performance for her either. So I’ve added it to my list. Great movies, but I will never watch them again.

  1. Boys Don’t Cry
  2. Million Dollar Baby
  3. Rosewood
  4. Hotel Rwanda
  5. Boy in the Striped Pajamas
 
 

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Inner City Blues

Heard it this morning…Marvin was a prophet. I could’ve posted Mercy, Mercy Me for Earth Day, but this one is resonating more for me these days.

Rockets, moon shots
Spend it on the have nots
Money, we make it
Fore we see it you take it
Oh, make you wanna holler
The way they do my life
Make me wanna holler
The way they do my life
This ain’t livin’, this ain’t livin’
No, no baby, this ain’t livin’
No, no, no

Inflation no chance
To increase finance
Bills pile up sky high
Send that boy off to die
Make me wanna holler
The way they do my life
Make me wanna holler
The way they do my life
Dah, dah, dah
Dah, dah, dah

Hang ups, let downs
Bad breaks, set backs
Natural fact is
I can’t pay my taxes
Oh, make me wanna holler
And throw up both my hands
Yea, it makes me wanna holler
And throw up both my hands

Crime is increasing
Trigger happy policing
Panic is spreading
God know where we’re heading
Oh, make me wanna holler
They don’t understand
Dah, dah, dah

 

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Real Talk: The News Report We Would Have Read

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Very clever. Huffington Post article that is written as if there were no video evidence of the South Carolina man, Walter Scott, being killed by an officer. How many times have we read this type of article? Thank you to the authors, Ryan Grim and Nick Wing.

 
 

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A Woman of Many Hats

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Happy birthday to Dr. Dorothy Height!

 
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Posted by on March 24, 2015 in Civil Rights, Family, History, Politics, Race, women

 

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Selma is NOW

One day, when the glory comes
It will be ours, it will be ours
Oh, one day, when the war is won
We will be sure, we will be sure
Oh, glory, glory
Oh, glory, glory

Hands to the Heavens, no man, no weapon
Formed against, yes glory is destined
Every day women and men become legends
Sins that go against our skin become blessings
The movement is a rhythm to us
Freedom is like religion to us
Justice is juxtapositionin’ us
Justice for all just ain’t specific enough
One son died, his spirit is revisitin’ us
Truant livin’ livin’ in us, resistance is us
That’s why Rosa sat on the bus
That’s why we walk through Ferguson with our hands up
When it go down we woman and man up
They say, “Stay down” and we stand up
Shots, we on the ground, the camera panned up
King pointed to the mountain top and we ran up

One day, when the glory comes
It will be ours, it will be ours
Oh, one day, when the war is won
We will be sure, we will be sure
Oh, glory, glory
Oh, glory, glory glory

Now the war is not over, victory isn’t won
But we’ll fight on to the finish, and when it’s all done
We’ll cry glory (glory), oh glory (glory), ohhh (glory, glory)
We’ll cry glory, oh glory, ohhh (glory, glory)

Selma is now for every man, woman and child
Even Jesus got his crown in front of a crowd
They marched with the torch, we gon’ run with it now
Never look back, we done gone hundreds of miles
From dark roads he rose, to become a hero
Facin’ the league of justice, his power was the people
Enemy is lethal, a king became regal
Saw the face of Jim Crow under a bald eagle
The biggest weapon is to stay peaceful
We sing, our music is the cuts that we bleed through
Somewhere in the dream we had an epiphany
Now we right the wrongs in history
No one can win the war individually
It takes the wisdom of the elders and young people’s energy
Welcome to the story we call victory
The comin’ of the Lord, my eyes have seen the glory

[Chorus]

– John Legend and Common

When the glory comes, meaning it’s not here yet. “It will be OURS…”

Selma is now! We all have a part to play in glory.

 

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Mother to Son

First published in 1922, it seems apropos for today…the regrettable conversations many mothers must have with sons about the police, debates about My Brother’s Keeper programming…

Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landins,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps
’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

-Langston Hughes

 

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