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I often check my blog to see exactly what people are referencing my blog to read. It often signifies a hot topic or that some event has just happened. And so was the case this morning when I logged in to check my blog and happened to noticed that I had gotten a lot of hits concerning Bishop Larry Trotter, of Chicago, IL., and a little girl… supposedly a 4-year-old grand-daughter of his in the bathtub together.
Immediately, I Googled the story and lo and behold there it was a picture of Bishop Trotter, and what is reported to be 1 of his young grand-daughters… and both appear naked in the bathtub together.
All I can say is who takes a bath with their children?
Or their grand-daughter????
I remember my father in the bathroom… there were times that we would pass the bathroom and would see that he was shaving or brushing his teeth, but by the time he was taking off any clothes we never saw him. There were times when he got into the shower and needed something and called for 1 of us… but he was always safely in the shower careful to keep himself out of our view.
For that matter my mother was pretty much the same. We never saw her in the tub or in the shower either.
Years later, however, while growing up we… me and my sisters from time to time had gotten dressed in the same room or area as our mother when we had to… you know like while visiting a relative’s house or in some hotel etc. But outside of that no.
During a radio interview Bishop Trotter attempted to explain away the incident. But Bishop Trotter stated that he saw nothing wrong in getting into the tub with his very young grand-daughter. And he added that he had gotten into the tub with all of his children.
In that interview also, Bishop Trotter recalls his growing up, when he and his sisters and brothers bathed together. I would believe that most people who have or have had siblings may have also experienced this. But beyond a point it ceased to happen. None of us went into adulthood… or grew up as teenagers jumping in and out of a bathtub or shower with his or her sister and/or brother. That is to say… not unless something was going on. And I never grew up in that kind of family where those type of things went on. Least ways… I don’t think so… and never heard of any such thing in our family.
However, many people will tell you that they were sexually molested.. abused or raped by a close family member. Oprah, for 1, herself speaks of an uncle that sexually abused her. I even think Donnie McClurkin speaks of an uncle who abused him for years.
I have heard people testify about things that even their father had done to them sexually. So, these kinds of things do happen… and sad to say they happen more often than we all really care to talk about.
So, yes eyebrows would go up upon seeing such a picture. Or when they hear of such a thing as this picture. And to say that you both had on ‘swimming trunks’… Well, it simply does not wash.
In fact, Bishop Trotter’s explanation for how the picture came about… the events surrounding it… and how he and his grand-daughter ended up in the same bathtub together in what looks like they are both naked… really opens the door to a whole lot of other questions?
In fact, if you really listen to that radio interview Bishop Trotter actually states that there was no reason for his little FOUR YEAR OLD GRAND-DAUGHTER to not be able to take a bath with her ‘pa-pa’ if she wanted to. WHAT??? And evidently, the little girl at 4 years old must have been down on her knees or something while on his lap in that water. Because at 4 she would be taller than we can actually make out in that picture.
I recall the first time I ever saw Bishop Trotter… he at the time was part of Full Gospel under Bishop Paul Morton. And I think that was about the same time that I first saw and heard Bishop Eddie Long too. Shortly, after that Full Gospel conference both Bishop Trotter and Bishop Long broke from the Full Gospel Baptist organization, and decided to pursue their own separate church organizations, New Birth and Sweet Holy Spirit.
A few years ago Bishop Long fell into his own share of troubles by the way of 4 or 5 young men who had been a part of his New Birth organization. To which Bishop Long later settled out of Court with, for a few million dollars against allegations of sexual misconduct and abuse.
The moment I read the story and saw the picture of Bishop Trotter, I must say that it brought back memories of Michael Jackson… and all the controversies of Michael with little kids. Namely little boys…
And just like Michael, Bishop Trotter in his radio interview clearly states that he found nothing to be inappropriate about him being in a bathtub naked with a little child… much less a little girl. With Michael it was that he found nothing wrong with being in bed with little boys. And like Bishop Trotter, Michael said that he did it all the time.
Bishop Trotter stated in his radio interview that ‘he used to jump into the bathtub all the time with his son, and their army men.’ Then added ‘I guess the times have changed.’
It really has nothing to do with how times have changed… which is what Bishop Trotter was trying to pass off as an accuse for the uproar over the picture. Because when you get right down to it… it is not about times changing at all. It is about putting yourself in a situation where something could happen… or bringing a small child into something they are not supposed to be exposed to.
I recall how when we were small my mother used to take us to this wading pool in our neighborhood. All the kids loved for summer to come around… and so didn’t we. During the summer our mother always took us swimming when it got too hot. There were times when she would pack us up and drove us to the beach… or to the pond where we could feed the ducks… or to that small wading pool, that was not too far from where we used to live.
The pool wasn’t very deep… but got deeper as you stepped closer and closer to the center of the pool. In the center of the pool you could float or try to swim and then put your feet down, and stand up any time you liked. So, we had fun playing in it… splashing… and sometimes running through it.
But then there came a time when our little pool became invaded. An occasional Spanish man or 2 would get into the pool playing around with the children. They mostly hug out near the center of that small wading pool so you could not see below their waste. Therefore, anyone sitting along the far outside edges of the pool could see the children in the water… but nothing too much under the water that may have been going on. And of course, the pool always had lots of kids into and out or the pool or running in the water… or splashing about further obstructing any parent’s watchful eye.
But 1 day I came to find out why they… those men liked being in the pool with us… I saw something… and I never liked going back to that pool again.
I went to a convention where he was at in Virginia.
He was promoting his newest series “My Wife, My Mistress, My Bitch or My Whore”.
I had come across where Bishop Trotter had written that book a while back. The title was curious to me also… and like the person who wrote that comment over the internet… I too thought it very inappropriate. Especially, since Bishop Trotter had written that book about his wife… who was… is … and had been the mother of his children… and I guess at some point the First Lady of his church.
God bless…hope you enjoy the rest of your weekend. The weather has broke here. We are now experiencing mild weather today… but for past couple of days it was freezing cold.
Remember that Monday… this coming Monday is both President Barack Obama’s second inaugural… AND Dr. Martin L. King, Jr.’s birthday celebration. Enjoy them both… and I am hoping to see you in D.C for the festivities. But if not please enjoy it for me too.
I am so happy about it. Truly a time to remember… And if you can be part of it don’t let the opportunity go by… by not being so.
And again…happy belated birthday FIRST LADY MICHELLE OBAMA… can’t close without saying that. Love you… In fact, I love you both…. And 49 is still a great year… A very special year in fact…
“Serena Williams said Armstrong let all athletes down by doping and lying about it for so long, while No. 1-ranked Victoria Azarenka says the disgraced cyclist “deserves everything he gets.”
“As an athlete, as someone that works really, really hard since I was 4 or 3, I think it’s a sad day for all athletes in general. Overall, it’s even more disappointing for the people that were adversely affected through everything. You can only just hope for the best for them.”
For years Armstrong had denied that he ever used any drugs to enhance his ability to become the top ranking bike cyclist in the world. And recently sat down with Oprah and confessed that he had lied.
4 comments January 19, 2013
Yesterday I read that Sandusky’s lawyers released to the press that the young men coming out against Penn State ex-coach Jerry Sandusky were not victims… but people who were coming forth ‘for the money.’
And you know what?
Oftentimes, victims do come forward for the money. Sometimes it might move some who would not step forward otherwise. But regards victims… are victims. Sandusky used his power, position and a shaddy charity to take advantage sexually of very young boys. They deserved to make him pay.
What a crazy statement to make. Money can’t undo what Sandusky has done.
Of course they should come forth…but all the money in the world will never change what was stolen from those young boys. They are due whatever financial compensation they can get.
But it will never be enough.
Money cannot recover your manhood.
Money cannot restore your innocence.
Money cannot remove the guilt you feel as a child when someone violates you.
Money cannot replace that which was stolen.
Nor can money reclaim that which was eroded and may have been destoryed inside those young boys, when someone enters you into something you are too young to even understand.
There is no doubt that the man was… or is a pedophile. He destoryed lives… and people knew about it and turned blinded eyes on it. They should all go down.
It was criminal. And no one reported it.
In this kind of thing …and for the number of years that Sandusky had been involved with young children… I am sure that there are many more victims. And if the truth be told… I believe that Jerry probably had a few of his friends involved in it too.
Truthfully, it would not surprise me if a ring of pedophiles becomes exposed before this whole story wraps up. A ring of others involved that includes other football personnel from Penn State… and professional staff… and possibly even players on the Penn State teams too.
The world of pedophiles is very large… and encompasses all kinds of unsuspecting people. Men from all walks of life… who love little boys… and the younger the better.
N.A.M.B.L.E.R. is a national association of men who seek out young boys for sex. In fact its initals stand for National Association of Men and Boys etc… etc… This organization is large. And their motto is ‘eight is too late.’
Sick isn’t it?
In reading some of the articles that are now surfacing on this story about complaints against Sandusky at least 1 mother some time ago contacted Penn State… when her son came home with wet hair. She called the campus officals complaining that Sandusky had done something to her son. So for some time the powers that be upon the campus of Penn State knew. Not only did they know but they also allowed Sandusky to do his thing in their locker rooms and showers upon their campus… knowing what he was doing. And they never tried to stop him.
In almost all cases of predators… whether a school teacher, coach, Boys Scout leader, preacher, priest etc… they seek out victims of a certain nature. Usually children without a father… or come from troubled homes… underprivilged and/or minority children etc. Children who cannot help themselves …or come from parents who do not have resources. And so it was with Sandusky… and his fake little organization that had been supposedly set up to aid underpriviledge children.
In reading the Washington Times article on this story… it states that Sandusky lived only a mile away from an elementary school. People who are into children sexually… try to get as close to them as many ways as possible.
I recall as little child when walking to school how the cars were lined up just a little beyond the school yard… with white men trying to intrigue us into their cars. And I say ‘white men’ because I cannot remember seeing any vehicles with black men or any other race doing it. But I do know that all races have sexual offenders …and those who seek out little children.
Because even though the cars awaiting us on our school block just outside of our school yard were white men… I had encounter Hispanic men… and black men quilty of doing the same… trying to entice little children to lure them into sex. I eventually did become 1 of them that got lured.
But once while working in Jersey… I was on the bus riding somewhere in Newark when I happened to glance out the window. I saw a black man in the broad daylight… in the middle of people on the sidewalk. There he was with his penis in his hand following behind this very young little girl… who trying to escape him ran into a corner store. And that man went into the store right behind her… with his penis still in his hand.
That scene shocked me. I often lament that I did not get off that bus and go back to help that little girl. That thought of her …that little girl and that …and that MAN stays in my mind. And I will forever regret not getting off that bus.
Men travel all over the world to places where they can indulge with very young girls and boys freely. The child sex trade is big… and I guess exploding. So many poor children around the globe are being exploited everywhere… even in this country for money. Some given up by their own parents in exchange for drugs and alochol …and/or cigarettes. And in poorer countries in exchange for food, housing or whatever else the sale of their little child can bring.
What a curel world.
Sandusky threw himself into things which gave him massive access to a lot of little boys. Even in the founding of an organization that was supposedly set up to help and aid underprivilged children, Sandusky put himself in an arena that availed more and more little boys to him. So much so that his organization somehow got parents to allow their sons to go and stay in his home with him and his wife.
At least 1 victim alleged that he cried out for her to help him… and she did nothing. Sandusky’s wife would be party to Sandusky’s crimes if she did claim that she knew. But there is no way that she could not have known… especially since so many others did… and so much of it took place within their own home. And it appears that after a point the man began to feel that he was untouchable.
When the charges started surfacing… what did Sandusky do?
He called some of his victims to come and have dinner with him. Who does that?
The next thing that he lawyers are going to claim is that Sandusky is insane… and probably that he was a victim of abuse himself. They always play those same game cards. If they can’t see where they can win the cases 1 way… lawyers shift their game play and start saying ‘he couldn’t help himself.’ ’He was under great strain.’ ‘His father never loved him’… and used to abuse him… or the man down the street… or his uncle. The story is always the same.
But if this were true than everyone would be a perpetrator… a pedophile… a sexual predator… an abuser of women, children and/or boys. But this is not so. And most people in some way or other have been abused.
If you remember John Gacy… the mass murder years ago from Chicago or a suburb outside of Chicago. He was a contractor who used to dress up as a clown and perform at all kinds of chartities, parades, kiddie parties etc. When a 15 year old turned up missing they discovered that Gacy had not only abducted him but killed him too. They found that Gacy had done the same to many other young boys …all of whom they discovered were buried behind the walls and under the floor broads of Gacy’s home.
We would all say that such a man must have been crazy.
How could he have done what he had done?
Now, that sounds crazy. But he was smart enough to continue to do what he had been doing for years. And who knows how long really that John Gacy had been raping and killing young boys before he thought about deposing of their bodies within the walls and floors of his own home?
Sandusky may look crazy now… and I would want to look crazy too if I thought I was faced with the rest of my life behind bars. But while he was grabbing a hold of those 10 and 11 year old boys… he wasn’t crazy. He was enjoying it… and worst of all he thought himself smart.
Didn’t say much about it… but it did not get pass me.
That Herman Cain was a real joke.
For a while it looked like the Republicans had decided to run a supposed ‘black man’ against President Obama. Now, that would have really have been a joke if they could have mustered it. But poor ol’ Herman had too many ghost in his closet.
The first thing I would like to look at regarding Herman Cain is why?
Why would you even think about running for President of the United States knowing what Herman knew?
Herman knew that he had a problem keeping his hands to himself.
Speaking of which… I have decided that I have really got to talk to some guy myself. Not Herman but somebody just like him.
Everytime I see this guy he has got to embrace me… and kiss me. I do not like it.
A couple of years I stopped the guy as he reached for me… saying ‘no.’ And I told him that I only wanted him to shake my hand if he had to make contact with me.
This I did… and I did write about this situation in a prior blog of mine. I did this after I was standing in a bank line …and the guy seeing me stepped into the bank, and then commenced to plant a kiss on the back of my neck.
Are you kidding me???????
At first it did not hit me… but when it did I was livid.
How dare that man sneak up behind me and kiss me on my neck …like he and I had something going on. Nothing could be further from the truth… but anybody witnessing that would have believed otherwise. The Bible tells us that we have to forsake even the illusion of un-holiness.
So, the very next time I saw the guy… here he came again reaching for me… and I stopped him. And I told him ‘no’ …and I broke it down for him believing I had settled that matter. And I had.
But it seems that he has totally forgotten that conversation these days.
If somebody told me that something I was doing made them uncomfortable… I would cease to do it. I respect other people’s space. But it seems that many people do not. And when it comes to men and women… men lack a lot of understanding. We don’t like just any ol’ body grabbing a hold of us… or kissing us.
And why should we?
Why does a woman have to tell you ‘no’ regarding anything pertaining to her?
It would seem that a man’s respect of women would automatically give way to the respect of her space.
But it does not. They clearly do not think like us.
Men feel that they can do to women whatever they want.
I do not feel it flattering to have some funky man grab a hold of me.
Nor do I just want everybody in this world to come and just freely lay a kiss on me.
Which is something that just happened to me only a couple of hours ago. Another person I wish would just stop.
With all the various disases going around… all kinds of things on people’s lips… tongues and mouth. No, I don’t want people coming up and kissing on me. And particularly people I certainly do not know… or hardly know… and plan on keeping that way.
Having worked for years with men… I am simply not tolerant of a lot of things now. Like I don’t want anybody calling me ‘baby.’ I listened to them calling each other ‘man’ and referring to each other by their names… but when it came to me… is was ‘honey.’
I was not anybody’s ‘honey.’ I had a name… and that name was just fine with me. My parents gave it to me… and called me by it all their lives.
So, why not everybody else?
But it was a way of degrading me… minimizing me. And it is a thing which men love to do to women in the work force.
They like keeping us in ‘our place.’
Herman Cain… it was clear to me even when I first heard him speak …that he was the kind of man I would have never liked working for. He sounded arrogant… puffed up… and filled with himself. Narcissistic in every possible way.
Which would account for why he would believe …knowing his history with women… and how many women who had filed charges against him… why he would think that such a man with ‘that kind’ of a history …as his would be qualified to run, and be sucessful in a bid for the Presidency of this country.
Yes, that would explain why.
I only say 1 thing… Bill Clinton.
And maybe you might say… John Kennedy too.
Okay, I’ll give you that. We could include the Senate and Congress too. And while we are going at it… let us not stop there… but include Governors and other elected officials… police officers… company heads etc… And we could go on forever… and this list does not exclude women. Because there have been a few.
Moral standards are not what they used to be… nor are they required it seems. Why would you quiz and question canidates for certain Cabinet offices in this country… and just allow people with obvious character fawls run for the highest office of this country?
Or any office?
Or run any school?
Or head up any church?
What are we thinking?
How could we be so caught up with people that we are willing to just lay aside certain obvious faults in their moral nature?
As much as I used to feel that I liked Bill Clinton back in the day… that’s slang for when he was President… and/or running for President… the truth of matter is this. The man had issues.
Herman Cain had and has issues. And his were bigger than Clinton’s. Because the man dotted upon himself so much… and saw no wrong in ‘him.’
What an egomaniac?
And lets not negate Herman’s propensity for lying.
“Who lies about things that are a matter of legal record?”
Forget ’999′… it would have been more like ’666′ if Herman got in.
Now, going back to the game plan. The plan was to chump up Cain to run against Obama. Thereby pitting 2 black men against each other… which ‘they’ felt would split the black vote. This in turn would allow… ‘their’ real guy… an outside canidate to ease into a win, and take the White House.
That was the political game plan of some key Republicans. It was the way that they were hoping would guarantee a win for them and their party.
Do we really look that DUMB????
We are really not the dumber race. Believe that if you believe nothing else.
Because ‘you’ had to know that was a game the Republicans was playing …by pretending Herman Cain was so popular among Republicans.
Who were they kidding?
Most Republicans hate Obama. And they hate him for the most part for no other reason than the fact that he is a black man.
And how dare he be black …and smart too.
Everything that Obama has tried to do the Republican Party has blocked. Any bill or intitative to get American moving and back on track they have hindered. Even down to refusing federal funds to begin rebuilting America’s infrastructure. All for the pleasure of claiming that Obama is a failure.
But Obama is not a failure. Failure is something which is not in Obama’s vocabulary. Nor does he believe in quitting because it appears that the deck is stacked against him. And do note the word ‘appears.’
I have come to know that oftentimes it not what it ‘appears’ to be… that is what actually is. That’s why I do not follow polls. Learned in my statistics class… No, it was in 1 of my poli-Sci classes on research… that taught me ‘it is how you phrase the question‘… to get the answer that you want. Pollsters are paid by interest groups… parties that want to slant whatever their interest is… in their favor by misleading people on a bunch of supposed facts that many times are not true and are meaningless.
So, the polls that showed Cain to be a favorite…
No, way in the world were the Republicans going to put any black man into the White House. And never 2 black Presidents… back to back?
They would have all curled up and died first.
So, that whole thing about Herman Cain was a myth. They were never going to let him in the White House. Not unless he was going in delivering some pizza.
Must say though that it is a shame when men in power be they white or black… or any nationality… sit in power, and chose to abuse the power vested in them. By proving themselves less than moral. They have no character. Cain clearly is a man without character.
If they choose not to say anything else about Obama… at least his character is certainly not an issue. And his desire to uphold the values of his office, and that as a husband and family man are sure and true.
Well, hope you had a good day. We haven’t had any more snow. But it has been cold. And for a while we had lots of rain… but that is sure to change as we move closer and closer to Christmas.
Hoping you have a joyous Christmas …just in case I do not post another blog between and Christmas just thought I would get it in now.
Well, God bless… and enjoy the rest of your week.
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2 comments December 14, 2011
It really should be no surprise to me to be on the bus or out anywhere… to hear someone call my name. But I guess I am still not quite used to it yet… though it has been going on for years and years. It comes with the territory I guess… of being somewhat of what they call a star. At least, some people think so.
They are always reminding me of my days on radio… things I used to say… music I used to play… events I put on etc…etc…
And it is always nice to meet up with them… though many of them I do not even know their names… but they know mine. And know it well.
In fact, they strike up conversations with me as though we were old friends. That’s nice… To think that they consider me a friend… a voice that used to invade their homes… their offices… and automobiles. I guess you could say we have a connection… and I appreciate their kindness to me. That they should feel that.
Nearly 40 years now… and I am still a shinning light to them. Truly, I have been blessed.
Yesterday, while riding the bus I overheard some people talking about the deficit reduction plan. Talking about how various social programs were in for big cuts… cuts to social security…. medicare and Medicaid… college money etc. Not up on the news… I sat listening to them while looking off in another direction.
One lady said that at anytime now we will start to see major cuts in our income. It made me start to think… And…oh, yeah, the sky could come crashing down too.
Then she said… and I ain’t got nothing now. I don’t even have $5 in the bank.
It made me think that just a few days ago, and for more than 20 days my own bank account was in the red by nearly $120. Oh, woe is me…
I can’t imagine what $17 trillion dollars may look like… but I do know that Oprah doesn’t have enough to even try to cover that bill. But it is the state that we are in. And yes, I am going to throw a stone… a big fat rock if I can find 1 nearby. Because it is very true… when George Bush stole his way into the White House successfully proclaiming himself ‘President’ …we had a surplus. And that was under a Democratic President… a guy from a little ol’ State called Arkansas.
That guy’s name was Bill Clinton… but from the moment George W. Bush hit the White House all of that went bye-bye. The guy was a one-way force stronger than any tornado… the way he whipped in there, and blew us up hard against the rocks… just as hard as he could.
So, here we are today… left in this mess. One of the worst and most massive messes to hit this country… and if history has its way, and the truth finally does come to light… probably worst than the day that Wall Street went dark after the stock market crashed in the 1930′s.
And who was George W. Bush?
He was a Republican!
The Republicans are up to their old tricks again… and it may be cliché to say. I know… you’ve heard time and time before. But it is true. They never fail to keep pulling out that same old smelly trick bag. And always just about every election time… in order to make the Democrats look bad.
How do we stop Obama… is and has been the foremost thing on their minds… and on the tip of their tongues…of every almost 1 of those Republicans. Because lets face it… as hard as it may seem. There are some Republicans with a moral conscious and true sense of responsibility to their constituents… and to this country too.
But for the most part…most of those Republicans do not. They sleep dreaming about this. How they can keep the poor poorer… and the defenseless weaker.
Well, let’s make Obama look bad… in effective… and lets just not pass anything that will get Americans back to work …or aid Obama in better doing his job for America. Lets just block everything we can… clog up the process… ‘hem and ha’ for as long as we can… go on vacation… and when we get back… vote against everything that Obama puts on the table.
That’s the sentiment. The vibe… and silent agreement among them.
Well, my friends so you have it in a nut shell. Oh, my goodness! Forget that I said that. But this is the rational of the Republicans… people you may have …or may not have voted into office… but they are there.
Why would a group of people who profess that they love this country …and the people of this country… be out to do such harm to this country?
It really doesn’t make much sense…
Well, not to us.
Because they like playing political games. It is not about you or I. It is about the game, baby. And seeing who will win… who can make the most money… what friends and compadres… and co-hearts they can make rich today… so that they will able to turn around and bless me tomorrow, when they run for President or that Congressional seat next term.
This is their warped thinking. That 1 hand washing another hand thang… in the back room thinking.
Someone over the internet asked-
“What does warped thing mean?”
Three answers were given:
- deviant thought process
- inappropriate modes of thought
- …and worst of all… acting upon those thought
Great numbers of people cast their votes for people who go under the title “REPUBLICAN.” Within the past few months of this year, in some State elections many people came to grieve the vote that they may have cast for some men whom they voted in as Governors of their States. Men who were “REPUBLICANS” who set about to undermine and destroy their State… and attempted to cut their jobs and/or lay them off… and called it in the name of ‘cutting their budgets.’ They targeted unions, state workers, teachers… and everything else they could set fire to in order to in truest essence … to breakup Democratic strongholds.
What is that?
That is groups or organizations that continually work to support those candidates which they believe they can trust, and who have their best interests at heart. Which usually ends up being anybody but a Republican… and usually the Democratic candidate.
If the Republicans worked as hard at winning back the trust and faith of Americans on the merit of ‘good works’ for the good of the people at large… not just for a chosen elite few… maybe then there would be more trust in the Republican Party.
The Republican Party is not about building trust or faith… or any type of merit… with any kind of real sincerity or genuine heart. They are full of deceit and corruption… lies… and malice for most of us. If it were not so then they would not be playing politics with every issue that affects the well-being of the American public.
The FAA today has some 70,000 airport workers laid off from work, because of the political games that Republicans like to play. They are not into job creation… because the creation of jobs would make Obama look good. And heaven forbid that should ever happen.
Both sides talk a good game… but none can out-talk those double-talking tricky Republicans. They are even so cool and cunning that they decided to create a 2nd Republican Party… and call it the Tea Party. Now, I ask you… how cunning is that? And what a bunch of extreme jerks they are. But than anybody who would have gotten their start under the gumption of someone by the name of Palin can’t have ‘em all anyway.
I am sicken by all kinds of acts and crimes against children. Perhaps it stems from myself having been abused as a small child. But I have no tolerance for it… and desire that all such people be put where they truly belong …away from all mankind forever.
Though one might argue about what harm does it do if someone only wanted to look at pictures of small children. But thoughts bloom into acts and actions… and once carried out these acts and actions can never be taken back… or erased from the minds… and sadly from the behavior of many children. Child abuse on any level does hurt.
I love this picture… so until I get tired of it you will see it again and again. I just love the rain. And doesn’t this picture look sooooo refreshing.
Speaking of which… while on my return trip the bus driver started talking to me. He told me about those places where people are in dire need of rain… as there has not been any for so time now. If you live in 1 of those… I hope this picture gives you some relief… and know that rain is on the way.
Well, God bless…
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Add a comment August 4, 2011
I don’t know maybe I have been sleeping with my head buried under a rock or something. Or maybe I am just old fashion…or maybe it is just that I think that any child 12 and under should not be pregnant …or much less giving birth.
There has got to be something that I am missing.
Could it be that I am just out dated?
I am out of touch?
Has life just passed me by?
What happened to the laws that prohibited such a thing?
What happened to moral outrage?
What happened to protecting children from those who prey upon them…even those within their own age rage… and/or within their own families?
Something is wrong. And I cannot be the only 1 who can see this.
Have we slipped so far away that we no longer care about moral values… proper protocol… and what is happening amongst our children?
Have we gotten so caught up in gay rights… same-sex marriages… illegal immigrants …escalating gas prices …mounting foreclosures …lack of jobs …lack of sufficient health care… etc… etc.. etc… that we are missing everything else?
Can you honestly sit there and believe that there is nothing wrong with an eleven year old girl… or 10-year-old girl having sex?
Why would people get on buses and venture to state capitols to protest same-sex marriages… and barely raise an eyebrow over 10-year-old …and 11-year-old children being taking advantage of sexually?
Or toss aside the headline that said-
“12-year-old gave birth.”
Perhaps there is something wrong with me. Maybe I have lost focus. Maybe even my mind. Maybe I don’t know what is or is not really important any more. But it does seem to me that 9, 10, 11, 12 year old girls having sex and conceiving babies… is absolutely wrong. And every offender who would cross those lines should be held to the highest letter of the law… and shown no mercy.
Well, God bless…
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Add a comment March 31, 2011
Like everyone else I too am curious about Michelle Obama’s reception in Mexico and Haiti. But was there any doubt that just like the Queen of England…everyone everywhere was also going fall in love with her too.
There is just something about her. Michelle Obama is just able to click with everyone. I am sure that Joe Biden’s wife is happy to be partnered up with such a fab woman.
In past years most First Ladies and the Vice President’s wives never really got along well at all. Which really isn’t hard to understand at all since most Presidents chose the guy who could have won them…may have even hated him but he looked good on the ticket.
So, before the pairing up while everyone was going for the gold…making their own run to win the White House…there usually was a lot of mud slinging. Now, what wife would love somebody’s wife behind all of that…and particularly if his wife was a sob…which in many causes may have been the truth.
But I don’t think Jill Biden would have ever called Michelle Obama that. There is nothing sobby about Michelle. In fact…I think you could say she goes out of her way to ensure that no one feels that way about her. But then one can see that Michelle is not all about putting on ‘airs’…or shoving her nose high into the air. She is real. And because she is so real…everyone everywhere just adores her.
I recalled while up late one night and listening to a black woman hosting a radio talk show talking about Michelle’s way of dressing. She was critical about where she claimed Michelle needed some help in her choices. I am sure that woman has since eaten all of those words…since Michelle Obama’s manner and style of dress has become the ‘in’ way of putting it all together.
The best part of it all…like Barack…Michelle Obama is her own person…her own woman. She doesn’t let alot of people dictate to her what she should or shouldn’t be doing…or dressing like. And what a mom she is. There is so much love there.
She is a tremendous role model for women and girls everywhere.
But I have to admit…she is a bit rough around the edges. Sorry, Lisa Raye…but all that cussing and all that stuff…you know the low clothing…and exposing everything. Well…come on.
Now, I know that Lisa is originally from Chi-Town…better known as Chicago for those of you who don’t know. And sure Chicago has some rough-necks…but then they have the softer side too…and plenty of them. There is plenty of style and class that comes out of Chicago. It was after all the city that was home to Johnson Beauty Products, Ebony…and Jet Magazine, and a lot more…not excluding the home and birth place of Lady ‘O’…Michelle Obama.
I know her reality show ‘The Real McCoy’ is due to begin…if it hasn’t already started. And based upon the number of people who have hit this site looking for info on Lisa…they are anxious over the show…and want to know more, and as much as they can about Lisa Raye.
Now, Lisa and Da Brat are half sisters as many of you know…who people have been hitting this site to read about also. Both are attractive but just as rough around the edges. But I have not heard anything about the Da Brat lately…but I have been looking to see if she is out of prison. But I haven’t seen or heard anything on that yet…though I think her 3 years should be just about up soon.
Clearly, Tyler has a built in crowd of followers…and I am just not one. Though as I sat in the theater I could tell that men equally , as well as, women love Tyler. He definitely has them hooked.
But what I felt was lacking mainly was a plot, a good script… and a good story… besides some the poor casting choices in some places. The movie was just one vingnette after another… which is a just a series of little stories. Which to me never really got told properly. I guess because of a lack of time…as it seemed to me that the film had been a bit rushed. It would have been nice though if there had been one real story somewhere in the midst of it.
But, however, I will say this…the people who love Tyler Perry truly love him…and all of his work. And I am not hating him for being successful at what he does.
And speaking of the movie…I was all set to watch Jill Scott throw down on the big screen . I was hoping she was going to blow it away. Well…I had thought that her acting skills might have matched her singing skills.
“Wow, she must be good.”
But it was definitely not the case…and as much as I love Jill. I truly hate to say that.
But I still think that she is beautiful. I could see her taking Oprah’s place…in a few years.
With some coaching from the ‘Master’ of all ‘Masters’…namely Oprah…Jill could do it. I bet cha’.
Now, I saw the video of the white student who was beat by several police officers. And yes…I do agree.
“Agree on what you say?”
I agree that if that student had been a black student…we probably would not have heard as much about it…nor would those police officers been put on suspension. I have seen and heard many situations of black folk finding themselves at the mercy of abusive and angry white police officers. Just view some of the below video clips.
I’ll never forget the issue of 41 bullets and Amadou Diallo…a young African immigrant who met with a fatal end when he was entering his own apartment building, as he was approach by a group of police officers who opened up and began shooting at him at close range…upon supposedly him reaching to pull out his ID in an attempt to identify himself. Then there was that group of 4 young black men on the New Jersey Turnpike who were stopped on the highway and shot without provocation.
And the list goes on and on…and on without much ever happening to the officers in question. Who for the most part never missed a beat…or suffered any repercussions or consequences for any of their actions…nor any loss of pay…or any real trials…etc…
I have been reading a little about women behind bars who are currently being allowed to have and care for their babies in prison. I do have some very real and quite bias feelings on the matter. But it does not come without some knowledge on the matter.
Not that I have personal knowledge or experience with it…but that I have a very dear and good friend whose mother gave birth to her while she was locked behind bars for murder. The stigma it left upon my friend was often evident to me whenever my friend would share that part of her life experience to me. It bothered her…like it was a mark against her from birth. In speaking about it she often sighed…and lowered her voice in a clear indication of shame.
And I can understand why.
What child or person wants to walk around with that on their birth certificate..or any knowledge of something like that?
What a sad way to start your life on this planet…locked behind prison bars with your mother.
Since, most of those mothers and practically everybody in those news segments on the story was black, when I saw pictures on the story or saw news items on it over the net…it is just one more strike against some kids who already are going to have marks against them. Because (1)…their mother was sentenced to prison for some type of crime. (2)…Because they had the mis-fortune of being born into a situation that I would be hard pressed to believe that any child would want to be born in. (3)…Because they are already poor…disadvantaged…and powerless without the bars or the confinement.
Then what about health and safety issues surrounding life behind bars?
That’s a rough life. I wouldn’t want an infant or a child…little or otherwise to have to endure any part of it. It would have to be depressing. I mean there is little to no freedom in prison…it is like an animal being born in a zoo.
Sorry, to state it that way…but you think about it. And it is not the cleanest place to have babies in…much less for children to play in.
I doubt that we will really read any real reports on this story about babies born behind bars and being allowed to stay with their mothers there, and the effects of it…since it will be about 20 or so years before we will really find out whether or not it is or was a good idea. But I do not need that long to give you my answer…and I do not care what the reports say. I know people who have lived over 50 years with that following them. Just having been borned in there.
It is about a man…a black man in Alabama who went around as an evangelist or some type of preacher while being a seriously sick man. While swirling in the pulpit between words of praise…he was sodomizing and raping his own children…including fathering children with them…and had killed their mother after she caught him having sex with one of their very young daughters (age 11)… while the child was pregnant with his child. Doing all of this after having dumped his dead wife into a deep freezer for the last 4 years…in the trailer where he lived with them…their children while he continued to use them sexually.
While watching a youtube clip on the story…it eluded that the Bible up-holds such things…I’m talking about ‘incest.’ The scripture pointed to in support of that supposed idea came from the book of Genesis…Genesis 19:30-39. Which is an absolute lie. The Bible does not support any such thing…or anything like it…or any other type of sin. And it certainly would never support any negative behavior towards children…or anyone.
In fact, that scripture points to the type of sins which not only Lot witnessed but evidently his daughters did also. It was one of many reasons which was why God eventually destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah. Which is what Lot along with his wife, and his 2 daughter were fleeing from in the first place.
Spring has sprung!
And it feels marvelous.
I am loving all the sun though I understand that it is due to rain later today…as it is already into tomorrow now being nearly 5 AM in the morning.
Well, I did. But I am not complaining…it takes time to produce something worth something. And I hope that is what you think of this blog…that it is worth something…like your time to read it. And if you do…thank you much.
Enjoy your day.
Thank you so much for reading…and may God bless you richly.
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Add a comment April 16, 2010
I have been so busy lately trying to stay warm…that I really haven’t thought about much of anything else. But checking through my stats for this blog I did notice that a lot of folk had come on my site looking for information on the Kings.
So, thinking that maybe something new had come up with their legal battles…Bernice and Martin the 3rd against Dexter…I decided to go up onto the internet to find out if there was something new. And to my surprise…I saw nothing new about their court battles…but that the stories were about the baby girl. Dr. Martin L. King, Jr’s youngest child was now going to head up the organization which her father had not only headed in the 60′s, but was also one of its founding members… the Southern Christian Leadership Conference.
It has not been easy…and my guess is Bernice would say that would be an understatement. What with watching their mother battle illness… then her passing… and then just about on the heels of their mother passing…Yolanda died too… her only sister and the oldest sibling. And on top of all of that… Dexter started acting up and getting crazy. Which forced her and Martin the 3rd to have to go into the courts against him…and thereby thus bring private family matters came out into the open… opening them… a very private family… up to public scrutiny and commentary. That had to be hard decision to make.
No, it could have been easy. But yet she kept on going…and doing. And I have no doubt praying.
It is amazing.
She was just a very young child when her father was so brutally shot down and killed during the summer of 1968. The summer that saw so many riots around the United States upon the announcement of his death. A man who had stood for non-voilence and peaceful resistance…he had been murdered.
Bernice was all of 5 years old only when it happened. Hardly able to clearly understand… much less comprehend truly what it all meant…or how even her father’s dying was destined to change a world…and this country for ever. But I’m sure she heard her mother crying many a night over it.
Now, today she is stepping into her father’s shoes. At age 37 Rev. Bernice A. King, who holds both a Divinity degree and a dregree in law has become the first woman to ever hold the top post at SCLC. What a great way to honor the memory of Dr. King as we all celebrate his birthday this coming Monday.
Though there has been much controversy among the remaining members of Dr. King’s immediate family… his children… Martin the 3rd, Dexter and Bernice… this I am sure would make him smile. They both would be.
Poised…confident… well spoken… and a member of the New Birth Ministry under Bishop Eddie Long… as well as having been a law clerk under Judge Hatchett… and of course having been under the mentorship and leadership of her own mother, Mrs. Coretta Scott King… I see a new era in black leadership rising in this country. It has been long over due…a new guard is on the horizon. And it feels like a breath of fresh air.
It gives me great pleasure to write this on the King family… or a member of it. And I look forward to writing many more.
I had seen some of the headlines…but had just not taken the time to read anything on it…mostly because it just kept slipping my mind. I would get busy reading or doing something else...and then…well, you know… I would forget… that is until my son called me and began speaking to me about it. He told me that an estimated 500,000 people had been killed. For such a small island that has to be nearly a quarter of Haiti’s population.
Many many stories of are pouring out of Haiti of untold thousands upon thousands still being trapped. The Richter Scale hit 7.0 with a series of after shocks measuring at 5.9… with the International Red Cross saying that perhaps over 3 million people have been affected by the massive earthquake.
We can all remember still…I am sure… that massive mounting wave that rose up out in midst of the Indian Ocean back in 2004…which hit 11 different countries with so much force that everything near the shorelines for 25 or so miles inland was wiped out into the sea… including families, businesses, homes, belongings etc… perhaps leaving many of them feeling the affects probably still, while additionally trying to recover from it mentally and physically after having lived through such a terrifying and destructive thing.
I guess before it has all been said and done…we are bound to have much more devastation to come in our lifetime…and beyond if there is a beyond. The forces of nature are reaping havoc upon us in ways we are incapable of fighting. And Kartrina was just another example of it.
Or you can look at this way.
Prophesy coming to pass.
There is no dispute that within the text of the Bible all these things… including wars have been prohesied long before we got to this point , some more than 2,000 years ago. When I think of both Haiti and New Orleans…I think of 2 places steeped in the culture of witch craft and voodoo. When I think of those 11 countries hit by the Tsunami…I think of child sex trades and exploitation.
It is not a secret that many people get on airplanes flying out from this country to foreign shores, to indugle in many things illegal here in America…such as having sex with children. Though such laws have not stopped a lot of people from doing so… such as…Roman Polanski. A man who should have been locked away years ago…when he confessed to having sex with a 13 year old girl. Film director or not…the man should have been locked away. And the same for Woody Allen.
I once watched a film produced by some independant filmmakers. The most beautifully shot film visually that I had seen in a while. I was very impressed by it…visually. The lighing…the colors…just everything about it. But…
It was a movie about young children…very young children…super young children…some younger than 4 who were put into the sex for hire business. Children standing in shop windows waiting on someone to walk by and pick them out…like they were buying a suit or a pair of shoes. And shop window after shop window with little children standing in them…bunches of them…as if they were live little manakins on display.
It is hard to believe that such places assist…much less that they can so freely exploit their children in such a way. With families making decisions to give out their own children for a few dollars claiming that the hardships in their countries left them no other choice.
It is not hard to believe that God would destroy such places.
Most of these countries trafficing children… or where such practices are openly allowed… are 3rd World Countries… such as Africa… Indonesia (which less than 2 years ago was hit by its own major and highly devasting earthquake)… China etc.
Even in terms of Haiti…besides the witch craft and practices of voodoo…it is routine to see one tele-evangelist after another showing pictures of children while pleading for financial support from viewers… and not only while in Haiti but other countries as well. When I look at those pictures of those little children I feel sorry for them. Because I know that many times these children are not only being used as a means to pull upon people’s sympathy. And I have no doubt that once those camera lights go off and their little pictures are taken… most of children fall prey to sexual abuse by the the very ones who claim they are their to help them.
It is sad all the way around. It is sad…very.
We… I have no doubt that we cannot begin to imagine the vastness of the devastation which has hit Haiti.. .nor its awful after affects now and for years to come. Not to mention the danger that many Haiti’s people have fallen into by criminals and others who seek the exploit this time and Haiti political problems.
Many American artists…and partically all Haitians living in this country still have roots in Haiti…by way of love for their country and family members still there…such as Lauryn Hill, Wyclef Jean and others. It is very likely that within the whole of Haiti there is not one family whose lives have not been touched by this earthquake…whose strong and very high magnitude shook that small French speaking island just off the coast of Florida this past Tuesday…with such force that it almost virtuely destroyed Haiti’s capital city, Port-au-Prince.
Those who can please let us all remember them is our prays…and send support to Haiti.
The images and stories flowing out of Haiti since the earthquake are saddening. Limited medical supplies and those who can care for them coupled with criminal elements…make it even harder upon those who somehow managed to survive…barely escaping with just the shirts upon their backs. Little children left orphaned… amputations…shortage of water…and no place to lay for the night or out of the blistering sun during the day. Missing persons…destroyed property…everything gone. Encompassed by the smell of death…while listening to the wailing crys…screams and moans of emotional and physical suffering all aound…while wiping at your own tears at the very same time. How hard it must be to go through such devastation.
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The bathroom is not going to hold out…but my stomach will have to. Because as much as I hate to say it…I desparately need to shed some pounds. My hair is falling out. My nails are getting too long. I think my teeth might be a touch too yellow. My toes are freezing. And…oh, I am a disaster. I truely am.
Will this weather ever break?
My son tells me on Friday…we are scheduled to get into the 50′s. Do you think it might be a bit too soon for me to begin singing ‘Happy days are here again...?’
Do you think?
Perhaps since you have been reading these blogs…you have often thought about what it would be like to talk to me personally. Judging by reading some of the responses to my Juanita Bynum blog…and perhaps my blog on Chastity Bono…some of you may just be dying to get at me. Well, soon and very soon…you may just get that chance. Because yes…your girl will soon be coming to you live, baby. Bet you’ve been waiting for that.
Well, have a beautiful day. I hope you got a whole lot of warmth wherever you are. And please let us pray for all these people who are going through hard times right now. There are so many people suffering from all type devastating thing…earthquakes…loosing homes…loosing their jobs…speaking of which. I spent most of day today observing an on-line class on how to make ice cream. I actually have had the idea rolling around in my head for a couple of years now. But somehow I fell upon this internet site…and the next thing I know they were emailing me about a ‘free training session.’
Did somebody say ‘free?’
Today could not come fast enough. Though I over slept and missed the first hour and half. I managed to learn enough in the remainer of the session to more than make up for it…and to let me know that my consideration of the idea was not a bad one…not at all. I tell you this… in this time of unsurety you really have to be looking at your future options too. Look into the future…. and see where you would like to be. And what you will need to do to get you there.
Now, start working towards that.
I am a believer that everybody should consider going into business for themself. Or perhaps you have aspirations of being a writer. Go for it. Do it…but you can’t if you don’t start somewhere. And I am one of those people who strongly believes that you can’t wait to start something…or hold back talking about ‘waiting on until you get the money to do it.’
You will be waiting forever.
Sometimes as the door closes in your face…because you have lost your job…or can’t find one…or had some other set back… then it just might be because it is time for you to become your own boss… run your own company… do something that you really like to do.
Think outside of the box… and don’t despair… there is something special waiting just around the corner for you. And it is that success you have always been looking for… had hoped would come… that real career that you have been putting off.
Just do it. And I would love hearing about it.
I’ll give you more information about when, how and where you can link up to me regarding to my blogradiotalk broadcasts… on both your ipod and by listening in to me right here over the internet. You know… try as best I can… I just cannot seem to get out of radio…and stay out of it. Oh…well..
And I almost forgot 1 other very important thing about my up and coming blogtalkradio program… You’ll able hear it right here too… right on this blog page…as I plan to add a link to the program. However, if you listen via your ipod or directly over the net to the live broadcast…you will be able to call in and talk with me over the air. It should be interesting. I look forward to chatting with you soon. And yes…there will be guest…perhaps you would like to be one. Send me a note via my comment box.
Well, God bless…
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4 comments January 14, 2010
I recalled with I was taken advantage of…back then they didn’t kill you. Well, they sort of did. They killed you alright…but you were like the walking dead. They stole something from you…you didn’t know what or even that they had stole it. But you knew something was wrong with it.
So, you just never told anybody. Never whispered a word…just kind of hid it down deep inside…if you could. And if you couldn’t…then those kids became problem kids…some even predators preying upon other kids.
The life of a child can be hard…and particularly so when viewed as a sex object…something to fill someone’s sick preverted fantasy or sexual obsession.
Upon just coming up onto the internet this evening I have read and watched video about 2 very young girls… both of them age 5. One white and one half and half…mixed…half white and half black. And both of them were sexual violated and then murdered.
Two very beautiful young children…and their lives were destroyed at the tender age of 5. Forced into acts that no child should have to endure…or be forced to become party to.
One buried alive and the other the autopsy is forthcoming.
How dare anyone steal their lives from them.
How dare someone rob them of becoming teenagers…going off to college…and hanging out at a movie with friends.
How dare somebody steal their womanhood from…their motherhood…their promise…and now has robbed us all of them and what they might have achieved.
I have no doubt that they both suffered traumatically. People who kill people suffer from a deep sense of needing to feel powerful. Can you imagine being mentally that small that children give them a sense of power when taking their life.
Then there are those who kill children just so that no one is there to tell the story…as to what and who did what to them. What cowards they are.
They are man enough to do it…but not man enough to stand up for having done it. So, they kill the victim…they murder the innocent child…the woman or whoever. And they set out doing it…again and again…and again until they slip up and somehow get caught.
They are like the bank robbers of old…who kept on robbing banks until they got caught. Went to jail…got out…and sooner or later went right back to robbing banks…until they caught again…or shot down.
Does alerting neighborhoods that there is a sexual predator in their neighborhood really work?
I think not.
Do most of these men go back out and start seeking children all over again?
Then there is this other factor… a lot of them look like your husband…and/or brother. In fact, they are your husband…and/or brother. Most men have had sex with somebody who was not of legal or consenting age.
I have a friend who often during some of our conversations has laughed to me about how while in college he had had sex with a 14 year old girl we both knew. And for the life of me I have always wondered why he thought it was so funny?
And why would anybody want to laugh about such a thing?
There are certain things if I were guilty of them…I would not talk about them.
Having sex with children is illegal in this country. And in most countries.
Outside of it being taboo…what could possibly be interesting about having sex with a 5 year old child…or a 3 year old…or any child…or teenager? And in South Africa…they have wide spread incidences of men having sex with infants. Yes, INFANTS…claiming that it is because they have a fear contracting AIDS by having sex with women.
This whole topic is really more than I can bare. I guess because it hits so close to home. I had not only been sexually molested as child…twice…and before I reached 4th grade…but I came very narrowly close to being gang raped by a group of maybe 20 if not more men…had not it been for the grace of God.
I spent my life from that point on…until I was in my mid-20′s abstaining from sex. There were those who asked me…and there were those who tried to force me. But I said ‘no’…and I resisted where I had to.
But I never allowed anyone ever again to take advantage of me…or to use me again like that.
When I had those experiences I was too young to even know what was happening to me. I knew nothing about sex…or sexual intercourse. I had never seen it…the act before…or anyone indulging in it. So, it was very foreign to me. I could not wrap my little mind around it…much less even know that it was wrong.
Though my abusers were not violent towards me…they did steal my innocense. But they steal more than innocense today. They bully, beat, violate and then butcher the child.
I had read many years ago in a book or a publication of some sort…that 3/4 young girls experience some type of sexual abuse. And that a quarter of the men have been propositioned by another male or experienced anal sex.
Since so many men…particularly black go into the prison system today…that figure is probably far higher now. Because a lot of men today also indulge more freely in what they call ‘man love.’ Some openly while many others on the DL…the down low. And the same can be said for more women today…in terms of lesbian hookups…getting themselves a girlfriend. It seems to be the rage (the new in-thing).
Those 2 little girls looked so innocent and so beautiful.
Can there be that much hate…and bitterness in anyone?
I am sicken by all these things. And whether you believe it or not…it is a spirit…very very dark spirits sweeping across America. And I guess the world.
And I was going to talk about Obama and the detainees being imported to the main land…USA. Which I think might be a big mistake. But I guess I will discuss that in another blog.
But let me just point out real quick…that the errors committed by the Bush Administration in the handling of those prisoners…in that many of them were just swept up and secretly flow out from their homes, family and country. Some who were innocent of any crime. But now all violently anti-America…and Americans. And who would not be after what they have all had to endure in Quantanamo Bay?
The past treatment of those prisoners makes them high security risk and threats upon American soil. The bitter taste put into their mouths via the Bush Administration can’t be turned around by any acts of kindness. And particularly not among people who willing do not mind killing themselves to kill you.
So, no they are too dangerous to be brought into this country. America has many other options…and we should be considered. Because those people for the most part will have to be locked away for life. Because they will pose too great of threat…in terms of them trying to get revenge for any and all preceived wrongs that were brought about when they were initially imprisoned. And of course…due also to their gross treatment under the past administration.
Lets face it…I doubt that few of them are not bitter over the situation. And I would be too…and so wouldn’t you.
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Add a comment November 17, 2009
The fact that both President Obama and Govenor Deval Patrick agree…that the arrest stemmed from racism…speaks to the history of Boston itself. Long known as one of he most racist places north of Mason/Dixon Line… the Boston/Cambridge history of its treatment to blacks…or African Americans…speaks for itself.
One need not go any further than to the rampant and rapid kicking-in of black folk’s doors years ago when a white male claimed he and his wife had been robbed…in which the man’s wife was killed. Upon this report the Boston Police Department immediately commenced to begin storming the homes and apartments of black people all across the Boston Area.
Only to find out a few days later that the man had lied…he had killed his own wife and staged what looked like a robbery…along with his brother. And yet…the Boston Police Department refused to apologize to the African American community for what it had done. And on top of it kept a couple black men in jail…whom they had arrested trying to force them to confess… even though the Boston Police Department found out that they had had nothing to do with murder/robbery.
So, yeah…when the police officer approached Dr. Gates at the entrance of his home…and he was asked to step outside of his home knowing that he had done nothing wrong…outside of being the wrong the color… Dr. Gates informed the officer that he entering his own property. While the police were storming his area seeking some burglar.
So, yeah…he refused. He had showed them his license…it bared his address upon it.
Well aware of the history of the Boston Police Departmen and their tactics…why should he open himself up to them…and particularly with a nasty police officer…who commensed to call him names.
Then of course…Dr. Gates being a renown lecturer and man of letters, teaching at the famed Harvard University for years…why should he be forced into such a investigation or be interrogated after he has already proved that he lived on the property he was entering into?
He had done nothing wrong…he was his house…he was minding his own business. But he was a black man…in a neighborhood of Cambridge…
The question would have to be ask….
“Why would a bunch of white police officers go to the home of a prominant African American professor, who has been all over television on various talk shows…well known and respected in the Boston area…as well as through the nation…and has been on all kind of talk shows talking about blacks and our history in America…to question him?
Maybe because all black folks still look alike…least ways to them.
Why would they go to his house…asking him to step outside?
If you have ever been arrested then you know…the police begin by telling you to do one thing…and the next thing you know they are telling you is-
“Put your hands behind your back.”
And you find yourself lost wondering….what is….what is going on?
Having gone to school in Boston…I am sure that the ugly face of racism reared its ugly head more than once or twice…for both Obama and Patrick Deval. It is hard to forget.
And what gives the right to the Boston Police Department to demand anything of the President of the United States?
Why don’t they first apologize to the black folks that they have been terrorizing for years…and for kicking in their doors?
And the real problem…with them…the Boston Police Chief etc… in seeking an apology from Obama…is that they don’t see Obama as ‘The President’ of this country…but just as another black n…… And I hate to say that…but it is true.
It is the way Boston is…and has always been.
I was on the campus with a bunch of white students who felt the exact same way following Obama being elected as President of this country. They said that…Americans didn’t really vote for Obama as President…but Biden. To think that people with that kind of warped mind-set will be the future leaders, policy makers and business people of this country is sad.
I just happened to come across the above obituary while looking up some more information on E. Lynn Harris.
I never heard of her…but we are all very familiar with her work. It is amazing how some people go through life just below all the lights…yet have such a hand in the making of others. Judi Ann Mason was such a person. Recognized for her talent as a writer the famed TV producer Norman Lear hired her fresh out of college to write “Good Times” starring Jimmie Walker, Esther Rolle, John Amos etc…etc.. Her works also included scripts for “Stanford & Son,” “A Different World,” and the PBS drama “I’ll Fly Away,” which was a fantastic show that I truly loved.
Like E. Lynn Harris, she was also 54 years old.
It seems that so many known people are dying all at once.
What kind of preacher was this? ( I’m talking about the ABOVE LINK)
He married a 8 year old girl?????
He takes children across state lines and marries them off???
What kind of parents did she have?
And they need to go to jail along with preacher. My Lord….
He was just a dirty ol’ man who called himself a preacher. He wasn’t no preacher. Yeah…and I meant it just like I said it….he was not ‘no’ preacher.
I really get tired of these people who parade around pretending to be godly…and have nothing in them at all which comes close.
What a terrible thing to do to a little child. And that someone would do so in the name of the Lord is even worst.
These kind of stories just make me sick. And angry.
It would seem that for the years that they have been after this guy…the whole mess and him would have been done with already. I do not see why it is so hard to those under the law to get these guys and put them away? For ever.
Well, what can I say…except every chance I get I have to plug my book, THE BISHOP’S WIFE. Yes…I am guilty. But when you read my book you will know why. Soon and very soon… It is coming.
Well, enjoy the rest of your day and have fun this weekend. Finally…some sun. But I love the rain…as well.
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Add a comment July 24, 2009
They say that it always comes in 3′s.
I had thought about writing today…then got tired and decided not to. But then the phone rang…and word came of Michael’s passing. And I have been in conversation after conversation trying to find out exactly what is what. And all the while thinking…how sad.
I had heard about Farrah earlier today…but then had forgotten about it. She had battled hard against cancer…but perhaps it was her battle with drugs…that had taken a bigger total on her. Once the body becomes weaken…there is not much that it can do to ward off too much of anything else. And drugs had definitely weaken her.
Classical example of ‘bad boy/good girl.‘ From the time she became involved with the wrong man…she just never recovered. Though she had proven that she ‘really’ could act…all of it was blown to the wind when drugs became to her…a soul mate.
Michael at 50, just days away from his next birthday, had years ago began fighting his own addiction…surgery to his head, body and face. It seems that once he got started…he could not stop. It became perpetual.
Then on top it…I guess the injuries…to his back and knee… that he suffered while shooting that Pepsie commerical and after falling off stage…just never went away either. So, down went the pills…and on came the addiction.
It is sad really…a life filled with so much promise should have such an end. One can not help but to think about how much he seemed to romance the idea of becoming ‘the next big thing’ behind Elvis after death. So, much so that he even married into that family. The King of Pop vs the King of Rock & Roll…knocking at heaven’s gate.
But it is sad when you reflect and think back on Michael’s life…how he just never seemed to connect with life. Somehow, it all seemed beyond him…just out of his reach… a real life… with any kind of normalcy. How he just never appeared to have felt comfortable being who he was. How much he must have really hated himself… to ruin his face and body in the way that he did. How sad he and lonely he must have really been…that he only sought solace among young children.
How sad a life Michael had. Never was allowed to be a real child…growing up in school…with real friends. Once he had been sitting on top of the world…but over the course of years that world began to crumble from under him.
He was king…because he wanted to be. He could dance and sing his way into anyone’s heart. And he did for years… years ago… but today was a new day. Though…yes, he still had plenty of adorning and loving fans…who remembered Michael ‘when.’
Amid years of allegations of child molestation…Michael lost most of all he had behind one legal battle after another. And like R. Kelly…quietly paying parents off.
It was not hard to see that Michael had problems. Much of it started when Michael started listening to the handlers who caused him to separate himself from his parents and other sibling. Filling his head with big ideas… how he didn’t need them. And how he could make it on his own.
And he did.
He made it on his own. And blew up…and became as large as life.
But through it all…all the money…platinum records/CD’s… sold out concerts… big record breaking contract deals… large real estate holdings… etc… he… he lost it all…and was hoping for a final horrah with plans for a final tour. But it was not to be.
Even when it seemed that he had it all…way up there on top of the world…you sensed that he was not happy. And no amount of famous names collected around him…or who he had managed to encase himself with…seemed to off-set that fact.
Yes, Michael was never really happy. Which is why he probably poured himself into his musical projects… and his talent the way that he did. To some degree working… and performing… became hislover… the seat of his happiness. The place where he forgot… he was Michael…isolated…and shut-up away from the rest of the world.
But he seemed to like being shut-up and away from the rest of the world…much like Howard Hughes. But then life comes closing in on you. It did for Elvis…it for Howard…and I suspect it did for Michael Jackson, as well.
Al Sharpton following the corners reporting…called Michael Jackson a trail blazer. And that he truly was. With more than 750 million albums/CD’s sold worldwide…13 Grammy’s…and tons of other alccolades. Eccentric at times…even down-right weird at others…he was nonetheless Michael Jackson…and perhaps the greatest entertainer of all times.
The whole music video industry would be nothing without the vision…foresight…intuitiveness and creative energy of Michael Jackson. He saw how music and videos could be merged and used as a creative medium and selling tool.
Then there was his music…and with the on-slant of pop music… Yes, I guess you could say he was the undisputed King of Pop.
Who could move like him?
Who had perfected their art the way he did?
They say…he was frail.
They say…it was the addiction to the pain pills.
I say…he found this world cold…and unaccommondating.
Elvis may have impersonators…but Michael Jackson has spawd a slew of ‘would be shinning stars.’
One can truly say-
“He gave his life to his profession.”
I am still twiddling my tumbs waiting on the publishers to finish. I am counting down the time when my book will soon be made available for sale. God is good…I am so happy to finally have gotten it done and out…and into the final stage of the process…besides getting out to aid in selling it.
I am working hard on my book trailer for ‘youtube’…and my radio promo.
Well, enjoy the rest of your day and evening.
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1 comment June 26, 2009
Got up very early again this morning…but I was not nearly as productive as I had been on Saturday. In fact, I got up going to the bathroom and then stopped to read a chapter in my Bible…and then returned to bed.
I spent the past couple of nights sweating out my cold…of course, I can certainly see a vast difference. Been drinking plenty of fluids too…and also been making sure I take my iron tablets. Got to thicken up my blood…which is why I am also enjoying my Cream of Wheat. I am working on my 2nd box of it now…and still enjoying every minute of it. And as I do…it makes me think of how my father used to make it for us as children.
Mondays was our father’s day to care for us. As he was a barber…Sundays and Mondays were his 2 days off. I do not know how they worked out their schedules…but my mother and father did have it worked out as we were never left in the care of other people.
Daddy worked days and mommy worked nights. She worked at a state institution as a nurse supervisor…as I had previously stated in another one of my blogs…my mother had been the first black nurse in the little southern town where I was born.
Everything my parents did centered around us…their children. When they bought their first house…it was less than a block away from the little grade school that most of us went to…there was a bakery at the corner…a drug store…a small corner grocery store and deli…a bus stop…and we were only three houses in from the corner of a main roadway. Not to mention as I see by the city records today…they had bought the largest parcel of land of any 2 family house within our block. They were wise. And on top of all of that…there is a college right across the street.
So, when I eat Cream of Wheat it takes me back to those days…when daddy used to make it for us on cold mornings just as were going off to school. Some mornings he would fry us this thing called festival by some Jamaicans…or fried dumplings. He could really make those things…no matter what you call them. And we loved them…we filled them up hot out of the pan with plenty of butter and jelly…or some times with lots of syrup and butter…but they were good…always. But daddy was a great cook…and for that matter…so was our mother.
I am watching the snow fall down…and it is steady. It had been rain. It had rained straight through the night…and hard. Had all that rain been snow we would have been buried up under it right now. And that rain had been steady right up to the time it just turned to snow not so long ago. Now it is just a steady flow of un-yielding snow. I will soon have to go out and start shoveling…cold or no cold. But I am not going to complain…it is still beautiful.
I remember my friend in New York…the elderly woman, the church mother, who used to go to our church who passed this past August. You know I had never realized until some time later that she had passed on my mother’s birth date. And last night as I was thinking of her…my friend…it also dawned on me that when I had gone to the hospital to visit her…that the floor I had to switch from elevator to elevator on…had the same name as our street…the street that my parent’s house in on.
It is not a common name…and you do not see it everywhere. I thought that to be divine providence…you know…God’s working in the matter. I was very blessed to have had her…to have met her…and that she counted me as a friend. Her guidance to me shall forever be treasured.
In reading the article on religion…it is odd to me that a country founded on the freedom to practice religious beliefs would today be shifting away from having religion at all. But these days were bound to come.
When you reflect back on the years following 1962 when the push began to remove prayer from public schools…then anything bearing the word “God”…the challenge to remove the 10 Commandments from court houses and so forth…then this really should be of no surprise.
I don’t know…perhaps it is just me. But where were all those anti-gay marriage people…and anti-abortion people when all of this was going on?
Droves of anti-gay marriage people come out picketing and marching…and demonstrating…against something which does not affect them…and will never affect them. But when something like taking prayer out the public school system…removal of the 10 Commandments from the court houses and other federal buildings…removing the words “In God we trust” off of our U.S. currency…comes up…where are these people?
Prayer was taken out of our school and replaced by sex education…and condoms. The kids today in school learn less about their A-B-C’s, Math, Sciences etc…than they are about condoms and the ‘birds and the bees.’
Kids do not need to learn anything about sex. Nature through all her infinite wisdom and years of expertise in that department has not needed any help…from the day that Adam and Eve ate that fruit from that tree. There does not seem to be one time in history that men and women did not know how to get together to procreate. And now it seems…little kids too. And I won’t blame it all on sex-education…because that would be foolish and quite absurb of me. But I do not see where educating kids about sex…does one thing to prepare them for their future in life.
But if they wanted to really to teach them something in regard to youth parenting…then maybe like those ‘Scared Straight’ programs they used to have years ago…perhaps they should take them to a welfare office where they get to meet and talk to some teenage mothers and see for themselves the pitfalls of pregnancy at young ages. There is nothing like a little one-on-one in reality in order to get the whole picture.
Or maybe…have them go do work study hours in places like a welfare office or WIC office aiding in in-take service…and they would truly learn a lot that just might give them a reason to pause and to think twice about the consequences of childhood pregnancy.
As I sit here watching the snow…I have been thinking about this guy…this man. I had met him at an event that I gave a few years ago. So, whenever he sees me…he likes to greet me.
Which is fine…I have no problem with that. It is something I became accustom to through my years in radio. Everybody wants to grab you…hug you…kiss you on the cheek. Okay…so, allow it. It is part of the territory…it goes with the turf when you become popular.
But this guy one day while I was in the library computer lab at school saw me…and he came greeting me…kissing me on the top of my head. Okay…fine. I did not say anything about it…but it was on my mind.
But the other day while I was waiting in a bank line…he happened to be passing by and saw me. My back was to the bank door…and he came up behind me. He said something to me grinning…and then kissed me to the back of my neck. I thought nothing of it at first…but later as I got into my son’s truck…in which sat a friend of his whom I was giving a ride to…that is when it hit me.
That guy had kissed me to the back of my neck.
I am very picky. Peculiar…you might even say. I really do not like people getting too familiar with me…and particularly people who I do not really know. And besides…he was not even good-looking. And even if he was…he still out of order…and I am still picky.
After all, this guy started out by sort of hugging me. Then he moved on to greeting me with a light kiss to a cheek…then to the top of my head. And I really should have stopped him then. So, I put it in my mind that the next time I saw that guy I would have to tell him that he could not touch me again.
That time came shortly…while I was once again in the library computer lab. As he approached me…he bent with his arms open ready to embrace me…and I guess kiss me again. But I happened to catch him…right on time…and drew away from him.
I stopped him saying-
“Listen, shake my hand if you want to greet me. But do not kiss me.”
He looked at me oddly.
So, I began to remind him about that day in the bank when he had come in and kissed me on my neck. I told him that anyone seeing that would have thought that we had a relationship and were involved with each other. Then I asked him what he would have thought if he had been standing off somewhere in the distance and happened to see a man kiss me on my neck.
And you know what he said?
“I would have thought that you were involved with each other too.”
“Look, I am a woman of God. I cannot just have people walking up to me and kissing me all over the place like that. Plus that is disrespectful of me for you to do that. You should have more respect of me to even do anything like that.”
Wow, I have truly grown. I am a woman.
Gone are the days when I was a child…and people could do anything to me…or with me.
I have control over me.
And I am not having it.
You will respect me.
Wow… I am woman.
That guy apologized to me…and thanked me for correcting him. I appreciated him accepting my correction. Yet…I felt within myself that it should not have been warranted that I should have had to do such a thing. But men have a way…of taking things for granted…and particularly women.
I felt that many times while working in radio. I hated when my bosses called me ‘sweetheart,’ and ‘dear.’ It was very demeaning to me…while they never greeted each other in such a way…or spoke to each other in such familiar terms. Consciously , sub-consciously or unconsciously…such things historically have been designed to keep women in their place.
When I was a child…I was powerless. When I worked in radio…I had limited power. Today I am my own boss…I wheel power as I may…but yet…I measure it. As I know I can be highly intimidating to some.
But this may come as a surprise to some of you. But I have never been kissed. Not by the male species.
I know I have a son…but that does not mean that I allowed that man to kiss me. And I know that I said in my other blog…that Willis Kattrell…well, he kissed me. And he did. But I think my head was in motion when he did it…so he only caught a portion of my lips. To the side really…of my mouth.
So, I have never been kissed. Not really…though yes many women have kissed me…and I them. But the male species…no.
I never had a boyfriend…and have never dated men.
I am different… Not like most people. And my experiences have been different.
Yet, I am a mother. And I have a fantastically wonderful son. I treasure and love him very much. He too is…different.
This is how I know of generational curses. It was in my mother’s family. And I do realize…that generational curses can be broken. I bear witness to it.
I love the change in my life and look forward to my tomorrow. Perhaps…my husband. I now wish I had had other children. My son often had spoken of it…and still does.
There is this funny thing about me. After having been sexually abused at a very early age…perhaps before or by the age of 10…only twice and by 2 different men…but sometime thereafter, I decided that I wanted to save myself for my husband. I thought I wanted to live in a big house with a white picket fence…with a 2 car gargage…and have all the children that I could have. So, that is what I did…I decided to save myself…and that is what I did.
From the point of whatever age it was…10 maybe less…the last time someone had taken sexual advantage of me…I never became engaged again sexually until some time when I was 25 years of age. At this point…I was only interested in woman. And not just any woman. Gay women…women like me. Women who were upper-wardly mobile and doing something with their lives…professional women mostly in media…though some were doctors, accountants etc…but talented…beautiful…well educated women…who looked and acted womanly.
Not all women who are gay…look it. In fact…many do not. The same is true of men…though the reverse thinking about gays is the myth.
I have no idea as to why I have begun to disclose so much to you…about myself. I shall have to pounder it.
Ahhh…yes… The point.
So, I decided to save myself. Well, at that point I could no longer save certain things as they had been stripped from me. My innocence had been stolen from me. But somehow throughout all the years one thing has remained…my kisses. So, since I have never kissed the male species…or allowed anyone of that species to kiss me directly on the lips…I decided to save it.
I am saving it for my husband…it is the least that I can give him. Unpolluted…un-tampered with…safe within my power…to give…or not to give. So, I am saving it for him. So, no I am not going to let somebody just walk up to me…or sneak up from behind me…and think that he can just come and steal it away from me…not that too. Except for…of course…er, uhm…if his name is Willis Kattrell. (you have just got to read that blog)
And let me just say…that I am still scrubbing my neck today…everytime I step into the shower…I am trying to remove the memory of that man’s lips to the back of my neck.
Well, the snow is slowing up now. And the kids are on their way home from school. I better get out and start shoveling. Enjoy the rest of your day.
Didn’t like the VOGUE cover of Michelle Obama at all…just goes to prove that nobody can do us better than us. Thank God for Essence, Ebony, Jet, VIB, Right-On, Black Enterprise…and everything
else we have today.
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Add a comment March 9, 2009
By now you may or may not know that I am highly repulsed by some of the things that teens today are doing. But this really turned my stomach…it is a story which came up over CNN.com regarding 2 Arizona teenaged girls who turned themselves into prostitutes then set about pimping other girls.
The grandmother is outraged…but there is only one problem. She doesn’t believe that her little darling is guilty of such a crime…and so therefore she is anxiously awaiting her day in court. Perhaps it is not the little darling but the grandmother who should be up before the judge. And dare I ask…what of the mother and father of this child…these 2 girls?
How is it that they would put themselves into such a situation?
How could 2 high schoolers get themselves into such as situation…where they were indulged in such a business as prostitution?
And had other school mates working the streets too?
Two 16 year old girls…involved in sex for hire?
Though the article called them ‘pimps.’
What could be going on?
I am sick to my stomach today…I hate reading these kinds of stories.
Can you imagine…that that man operated a day care center?
How old were his victims?
Four…or maybe 2?
I am truly sick to my stomach.
In a 29 city weekend sweep law enforcement officials arrested more than 500 people involved in a child and adult prostitution ring. They had some 48 juveniles, 464 adult prostitutes…and how many of them do you think had been children before becoming of age?
They arrested 55 co-called pimps…with many more out there somewhere. And some just like those young girls in Arizona anxious to take their place. I can think of nothing I feel is worst…than turning children into prostitutes…and ruining the lives of children. There are some things which I think we should not even waste tax-payers money on…such as taking certain people through the judical system. Just lock them up in jail and throw away the keys.
But the problem is…all the wrong people mostly end up in jail. The crooks and criminals somehow always seem to get less time or little to no prison time at all.
There is something about these kinds of stories that just turns my stomach. Perhaps it is because I am a supposed survivor. I don’t know. I just hate these type of stories. I hate to hear about children being abused…or used in such ways as these. Or children because they had been abused continue the cycle of abuse in their lives.
When I was trying to determine what I wanted to do with my life…you know…the kind of things you think about as a child.
“What do I want to be?”
I had read this book called “The Throw away Children.”
The stories in that book were terrible. I don’t believe any child is a throw away…or should be considered as such. But there are some children deemed by society as not having the same value as some others. And this is absolutely wrong.
So, as I thought about what it was I wanted to do I started discounting things. Like…becoming a doctor. I knew I would never be able to stand the sight of blood. So, that was out.
Then I thought of some other things…and I discounted them too. Can’t remember what they were…but I knew whatever they were I did not want to be them. But I soon fell upon becoming a lawyer. I wanted to do or be someone who would advantageous to my people…black people. Something that we needed the most…that is why I thought doctor at first…then somehow came to lawyer.
And so I set about to make that happen. When it was near time for me to enter into the 12th grade…I had already begun thinking about and applying to colleges…mostly black colleges…though I would have loved to have been accepted at University of California Berkley. The Black Panthers were there…Angela Davis was there…the Soledad Brothers… Yeah, that whole black thang was going on…and I wanted to be in the midst of it.
But that book, ‘The Throw Away Children ‘ by Lisa Aversa Richette…motivated me to want to become a criminal lawyer working in juvenile court. It was at the time my desire. I think because I have a passion for children…with particular children who feel lost and have no voice.
While I was a teacher in the high school system…I was often in tune and engaged in trying to encourage my students…as well as other students…some of which I would catch trying to sneak into my classes from time to time. It was during my time as a teacher that I came to realize just how tough some kids really have it…and there is little wonder why they end up doing much of what they do.
During the time I taught…I had never been aware of just how many students were involved in the foster care system before. For some children this was a great alternative to their own families…but for some (many)…it was not. It seems that many people turn to become foster parents solely for the money. And that is very sad. They never see the greater reward…and that is pouring something of value into the lives of those children…by showing them love and kindness…paying attention to them.
Then there are those children which are left to grow up on their own. They are like wild little animals…and many people observing them wonder why? But if they knew where these kids lived…or how they were living…or under what circumstances…and what sexual and other abuses they were subject to…then they would know why the child was acting as he or she was acting.
I have no idea as to what is going on with these female teachers becoming involved with young grade school children. It makes me sick…yes, to my stomach. Because I can’t see what any grown woman…or for that matter…grown man would see or find interesting in a child.
I know that children become infatuated with their teachers. I had my share of admirers. I never realized it at the time…but later on I did in particular one. He even proposed to me time after time. I never took any of it seriously…nor did I indulge him. But after I had left the teaching profession…this boy began calling me in New York.
I found out that he had gotten my number from my son. I wasn’t overly concerned at first…but then he started calling every evening. It did not frighten me…but I really wasn’t interested. By this time I didn’t even think it was cute. I could see that this boy really had an interest in me. So, I just stopped answering his calls. And I think he got the message.
What kind of conversation can I hold with a young boy?
Even one graduated from high school…come on, now.
In ’95, I went to L.A. to shop my screenplays. I had forgotten all about Ojay and his trial…it was months after the shooting had happened. So, though when I used to ride the bus from Woodlawn Hills into downtown L.A and see all the remote TV trucks with their huge satellite dishes…tons of them sitting outside of that court. But I didn’t at the time realize what I was looking at when the bus would drive pass. It is so funny…because I used to think-
“Wow, there must be a big case going on in that court.”
And what made it even funnier…was that during the whole time of the Ojay case…I was glued to the TV. I didn’t miss a beat…from day to day…I wast locked in and tuned to every episode of the Ojay Simpson trail saga until they signed off from day to day.
But when I could not get an agent to represent me or my work…because everybody in L.A. is about who you know…who referred you…who are you connected to. And being connected was all they cared about.
It was like you talked to tons of people all in the right place…but if you couldn’t give a name and didn’t have any ties…the conversation stopped right there. Years later, when I initially went into pre-production with my film, LIFE 101: da real skool…(which is where the 101 in my name comes from)…when I went into pre-production…I started getting all kinds of calls then talking about-
“Let’s do lunch.”
I hated L.A.
I became so frustrated with L.A. that I decided to give up and not leave the hotel room anymore. But my friend…whom I had gone to L.A. to spend some time with while her job had sent her there to audit some banks…she kept on encouraging me saying-
“So, what you couldn’t find an agent. And nobody wanted to see you or read your scripts. Go see a show or go to one of the movie lots. You know that is what you are interested in. So, go check it out.”
And finally, I did. Only because she kept trying to cheer me up.
It is so funny…because you may not believe this. The one day that I decided to go the night before I saw an expose on Prime Time or some show like that…about some male teacher who they tracked from New York to a motel down in Las Vegas. He had taken some very young Jr. High School girl and ran off with her across country. The television segment on the story was very detailed.
So, the next day, I visited Universal Studio’s movie lot…where a lot of television programs are shot. At the time I arrived the only thing going in was the audience for the “Leeza Show.” It wasn’t anything that I wanted but (well, because really I have never watched much television). But…I was there…it didn’t cost anything…and they were letting people in.
When they tape these shows you never know what topics are going to be featured or discussed until the show begins taping. To my surprise that guy…that teacher who had gone to Las Vegas with his little school student was the topic…and he was there.
I never went into that taping with any intentions of saying anything or being a part of any program. But it is very funny how things just seem to happen.
I sat quietly listening and watching taking in everything about the production…how they had someone warm up the audience before the show…the size of the studio…where the cameras were…all the people who worked in conjunction with the show…just the whole behind the scenes thing. This is what interested me…but of course, I was also listening to all the discussion and the questions coming up out of the audience. But there was something that disturbed me.
As that teacher talked about the young girl…her family…and how he just felt sorry for her…how he was trying to help her out…etc…etc… The audience all seemed sympathetic to him. They were eating that garbage up like candy. Here it was…and that girl was very pretty (and it doesn’t matter what she looked like…she was a kid)…he had engaged in sexual activity with this girl…had kidnapped her and taken her across state lines. And they were all just sucking it in like he was some kind of hero…a divine saviour.
“Why wasn’t anybody looking at the whole picture?”
“Did he have any responsibility in this matter?”
“Hadn’t he taken advantage of that young girl?”
He was her teacher. And as described on that expose show by other teachers who had also worked at that school with him…he was a male teacher who was a little too friendly with many of the female students.
Between segments of the taping they would stop to allow for the commercial break time frame to countdown then resume with their taping. At this time the program host would walk through the audience searching out the best questions to feature during the resumption of the program taping.
Finally, the cameras went dead…and Leeza started walking through the audience looking for her next audience questiones. She came up my aisle seeking for questions. I wasn’t going to do it…but they had made me mad. I put up my hand and Leeza walked over to me and said-
“Yes, do you have a question?”
And I said yes.
And she said, “Okay, what question would you like to ask?”
And I told her. Evidently, Leeza liked my question because she did not move from me. When the cameras came back up…she said what she had to say and asked me stand and ask my question.
Before I knew it…that guy and me where firing off against one another…and I was winning. And I did win.
I had made him mad. But I just could not stand it. And he was nasciating to me.
He was a teacher. He did not have any business…no matter what may have or may not have been going on in that girl’s life to become involved sexually with her. She was an under age child…and he was a 30 or 40 year old man. I didn’t care how he tried to justify it…there was no justification for it. And how dare…anyone try to make a movie out of that story.
Yes, he…that man…ex-teacher was out of jail walking around and making the television rounds because some production company had paid big money for the rights to his story. This is why the world is in the state that it is in. This is why many people are doing some of the craziest things…men killing their pregnan wives…teachers running off with grade school children. It is sick.
Everybody wants their 15 minutes of fame…and they are willing to do anything to get it. It is truly sad. When they see the TV coverage and movie…and book deals coming up out of these sick acts…people with copy cat mentalities figure…why not?
And what is sadder…is that there is a market for this.
A guaranteed $41 million…included in his $100 million deal. These guys make tons of money. You would think that the people who really work for a living could earn at least a tiny portion of it. It would look nice.
And Michael Vick is soon to be released from prison.
Sometimes it takes losing something…even if it is for a little period of time to have an appreciation for it and other things…and to look back and reflect on your blessings.
Not everybody gifted…or fast…or good at something gets a contract. Millions dream such dreams whether it be a music deal…or a sports deal…a movie deal…whatever…they dream of. They work hard to make it happen…and yet it doesn’t. So, for those that it does materializes for… Well, they really ought to feel blessed. They should make the most out that blessing…not only for just themselves but for others around them, as well.
Well, it has been beautiful here for the past 2 days. I’m feeling spring in the air.
I was not only on that Leeza Show giving it to that teacher. But Leeza and her production must have really liked me. They started featuring me in their commercial for the show, as well.
You will not believe how many people stopped me in grocery stores to talk about that show with me. I never would have thought anything like that would have happened to me. And I certainly never set out to be on anybody’s show…much less in their commercial.
Talking about 15 minutes. Well, I guess I have had mine now too.
Well, God bless…and enjoy your weekend. And I have not forgotten that it is still Black History Month. I celebrate our achievements all the time. Can’t help but do so. Don’t know what it is. But I love me some black folks…(smile). I really really do.
And oh yes, I have just added my real photo to my “ABOUT” page of this blog. Sorry, if it isn’t what you were imagining…but it is what God gave me. And on that page you can find out more about what I am doing…besides giving you my opinions on things in these blogs. I am truly a highly opinionated person…just can’t help it.
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A few years ago…really it has been more like….many years ago a friend had a conversation with me concerning the town that he grew up in. He told me something which totally surprised me and of which I have never spoken about until now. He said-
“In the city where I grew up…the older men would have sex with all the young boys.”
He said this to say…that the older men in his hometown preyed upon the very young boys in that town. And I knew without asking…that he had been one of those young boys.
It is hard to believe that such things could happen…and that such things could possibly go on.
Could you call it sexual perversion?
Or some kind of sickness?
I have been looking around town and I am seeing more and more young girls involved in lesbianism…and gay young men. One day while shoveling the snow last week 2 young women just happened to pass by…and I could see that one of them could have possibly have been gay.
I have to clarify this just a bit…I don’t want to say that she was ‘gay‘…because I have a friend who accuses me of ‘always calling everybody gay.’ It might be a bit hard to believe…but even I have had to come face to face with it.
And you know what?
Yes, I am a bit homophobic. Gay most of my life…and now finding myself homophobic…and if the truth be told…I have always been so. There is no rhythm nor reason to it. I am odd…to some degree. I really am.
So, I work hard at trying not to be homophobic…and I don’t think I am homophobic in the classical sense. Not as most people know or understand homophobic to be. But because once I came out of the life…I had even become somewhat scornful. And that is the problem with sin. I have seen it in people who were involved in drugs or alcohol. They are quick to hurl words like “that ol’ crack addict’….or ‘that ol’ bum’ or ‘ol’ drunk.’
Yes, falling into scornfulness once you come out of being something yourself…is quite easy. And it is a danger.
I felt for my friend and have felt for him for many years. He seemed to always be in need of validating his manhood. And I have no doubt that it was because of his early experiences. Those men were paedophiles.
As children we have no power to dictate what will or will not happen to us. The only power we have is over our future. There is much we might have liked to have changed in our past…but that time is gone. And there were things and times we would love to take back and changed even today. But that too may be impossible.
Some children carry guilt with them forever. And really we all do…we are just not as scared as some other children are or were. But we all have been scared…and no matter what anyone says-
“We do carry these scars forever.”
However, I could see that one of the young ladies, of the 2 who walked by as I was shoveling… by her apparel seemed to be dressed a bit…well…shall we say ‘non-feminate.’ Which is something you really cannot go by today…since a lot of girls are choosing to wear their clothes baggy and with pants hanging down too…like most of their male counter-parts. Something which I may address later…as I have much to say on the matter.
So, lets say she looked ‘AG.’ I learned that this past summer from a couple women friends of mine in New York. It stands for ‘aggressive.‘
So, I thought as I had glanced up and saw the 2 young women that they might have been ‘gay.’ A few minutes later the non-AG one came walking back alone but along beside was a car of guys trying to talk to her as their car drove beside her…and I heard her say-
“Yeah, but my girl….and my girl…my girl…”
And I knew that that was what she called her friend…the other girl whom I had seen her with earlier. But in my day we called them ‘our lover.’ But everything changes over time…even me.. And I am so happy that I am.
But I have noticed increased numbers of gay people…perhaps it is that I am more keyed in to them than most people. I don’t know…but it seems to be on a raise. And I have to be concerned.
I am not concerned because I am afraid of gay people…or that I have a fear that they are seeking to turn the world gay…or that there is some master plot or plan somewhere. No, that is insane.
My fear is for my friends…those whom I left ’in the life.’ People whom I loved…and shared many good times with. Women who help me to grow up and mature…and how to celebrate my ‘femininity.’ Not all women in the life are hard core and butchy…far from it. And I feel for the young boys and girls who are falling into a lifestyle…that I used to be in. I am concerned about them.
I had fun while I was in it…but I was never happy. I thought that was who I was…but it was not. It is funny I always felt that I was happy though…but I never knew how unhappy I was in that life until God pulled me out it.
I have heard many proclaim that it is a ‘gene’…a ‘sickness’…a ‘chromosome.’ But I know it is none of those things. There are many desires we fall prey to. Many things that we become curious about. Things we seek to find out more about…experiment with. They are choices that we choose to make. To do…or not to do…that is the question?
When I used to hang out, I used to hear the gay guys talking and laughing about the guys they used to pick up. The joke was they would go out to find the most manly men they could find only to take them back to wherever…and the men would lay down and throw their legs up in the air looking for the gay guys to do them. The gay guys would do what they call ‘howl’…they would howl on end at that. Meaning they laughed themselves almost to tears…because they found it to be so funny. And I imagine it was funny.
After all the gay guys were the ones who were ostracized for being ‘gay.’ And here were these big burly mucho men…quick to lay down and give it up in a heartbeat. Which reminds me of my cousin, Vincent, who used to tell me stories.
Vincent told me how he used to look out his apartment window and see the telephone man up the pole…how he would catch the man’s attention then with his finger indicate ‘come here.’ He said the man hurried down the pole and into his apartment.
Vincent told me of another time…when the UPS man delivered a package to his apartment and how he had invited the UPS man in for a cup of tea. And I am sure that you can guess the rest.
These stories may seem a bit amusing to you. But what they show is that there is something wrong…and it is not always with those whom you or many others would chose to blame. Gay people take the wrap for many things. But they are not the culprit…nor does the fault lie within them. But, however, it is those people who would never call themselves ‘gay’…who parade around as though they did not indulge in such things…and are the biggest perpetrators. It is these people who prey upon children…not gay people. Like all those old men in that town where my friend grew up…men who had families and pretended to be both godly and honest decent…upstanding men…while all the while ruining the lives of young children. These people who prey upon children are paedophiles…they are sick beyond understanding.
They are Benjamintes.
There is a book in the Bible…and at the end of this book there is this story about a priest who goes after this harlot which has left him to return to her family. Claiming to love her so much that he couldn’t do without her, the priest goes after her and upon setting out to return to wherever he came from…it turns dark. And he decides to turn into a city of his own people feeling that he and his woman will be safe there for the night. While there the priest encounters an old man who invites him to come and spend the night in his home…as he informs the priest that it is not safe to sleep in the streets of that city.
Shortly after the man and priest enter into the old man’s house…a group of men pay a visit to the old man’s home. They bang on the door and demand that the old man send out the priest…so that they ‘may have their way with him.’ It was a sad story…that ended in the woman being casted out into street to the men who had come seeking to have sex with the priest. That city was not Sodom or Gomorrah. Those men were men of Benjamin…they were Benjamites. And that city was plagued with morbid men corrupt in their nature.
I don’t know what has prompted me to write this. It is hard to do so…but it is not anti-gay…if anything it is anti-those who pretend that they are not something much worst. And unlike that woman years ago who came out against homosexuality…I have forgotten her name (Anita something or other…the one who caused gay people everywhere to ban drinking orange juice back in the ’70′s)…and it was soon discovered that it had all been because she had found out that her husband was gay. I am not her…I don’t have those kind of problems. But I am concerned about some things.
Maybe it is that I am concerned about how gays are always under attack. Or maybe I am concerned about all the lies concerning homosexuality and lesbianism. Or maybe I am concerned about all the confusion in this world. Or perhaps I am just confused as to what I really concerned about.
I don’t even know if this thing even will make any sense to anyone. I really don’t.
Perhaps, I am just too analytical.
I loved my cousin Vincent dearly. He was more manly than most men…yet I know for most of his life he had to fight being jeered and called names because he was so effeminate.
One night late while returning to his apartment a woman screamed out in the distance and my cousin Vincent went running to save her. He grabbed and threw down the man who had been attacking and attempting to rob and possibly rape that woman. And he held that man down on the ground until the police came. No one gave him a metal. No one put a star on the walk way outside where he used to live. He went running in the dark to recue a woman who had screamed out into the dark of night for help. He did what a lot of men…so-called ‘real’ men would not have done…and he did it without thought of injury to himself. That was the kind of person he was.
Vincent was the kind of guy who held the door open for women to walk through. He would pull out your chair so you could be seated. He helped women with their coats…and he would get up out of a seat to offer his seat if he saw her standing. He was a gentlemen…worth more than 50,000 or more of the so-called real men.
He would give the shirt off his back to friend or a stranger…and family. He was always giving…and quite caring. Quite handsome and always nice…and friendly. I never once saw him angry…though I had seen him hurt. And knew when he was in pain.
Vincent died from A.I.D.S. many years ago…and I am sure that when those men, the telephone man and UPS man…finished their day’s work whatever day that was when they paid Vincent a visit…that they went home to their wives or their girlfriends…pretending.
Speaking of which, I went to dinner the other night with my son and one his church friends…a young lady. They told me a slightly amusing story about another church girl.
“Oh, she don’t know God didn’t bless her with that car so she couldn’t drive nobody nowhere,” said my son’s friend who was out with us.
Then she dropped the bomb saying how their mutual church friend had just got a brand new car and was out driving one day. The girl told how my son and her mutual friend just happened to come across this boy whom she used to go to school with many years ago. So, seeing the boy was walking the girl offered him a ride to wherever he was going.
So, the boy got in…the girl then commence to ask the boy if he was interested in watching a movie and how she would cook him some dinner. The boy agreed and while the girl was in her kitchen throwing together the pots…cooking turkey wings, macaroni & cheese, warming some greens, making corn bread and things…the boy came and told the girl that he had felt something down in her car. So, she gave him her car keys.
Yes, the boy stole the woman’s car…while she was busy as a bee singing and humming to herself as she slung together her pots cooking…and thinking about what she was hoping to get in between the movie.
Now, how foolish was that?
As the girl at our table continued to talk…she began talking about herself and how she only ‘likes older men.’ Now, I am my son’s mother and we are out with a friend of his whom he just happened to offer if she would like to join us. I don’t know but when I was growing up there things that I would have never talked about in the company of one of my friend’s mother.
I find young women today lacking. They seemed to be overcome by a strong desire to only have sex…and if they are not having sex then all they want to do is talk about it. They consume themselves and their conversations with nothing else.
The young lady who had joined us at the restaurant was suppose to be in church…and her friend that they, she and my son had told the story about…the one who’s car was stolen. Well, she was the church secretary. Their minds are as corrupt as everyone else’s. The issue of sex is such a huge issue…even in the church.
There is indeed much to be concerned about. And I am, therefore, concerned…
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