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What bothered me the most was that everyone seemingly is coming down on Bernice King, the youngest of Dr. Martin L. King, Jr.’s children, over this latest controversy in her family amongst her and her brothers.
Looking at the pictures it appears that Martin L. King, III has jumped ship. At one point it had been him and Bernice against Dexter King, their baby brother. Dexter and Martin 3 want to take out of the hands of Bernice their father’s traveling Bible, and what has to be any families most valued treasure if we could all get 1… Dr. King’s Nobel Peace Prize medal.
Who in their right mind would dare part with these 2 things?
There are just some things you simply cannot put a price tag on.
Perhaps, some down and out someone or other might think differently. Or just some plain greedy kids… out to liquidate everything they can get their grubby little hands on of their mother’s and father’s estate.
Is it not enough that the court ordered Bernice to surrender to Dexter personal cards and letters written to their mother by their father… items that Mrs. King had personal given to her youngest daughter?
Now, here comes Dexter again… and this time Martin 3 is with him. They are in the boat together to snatch out of their sister’s hands their father’s Bible (the Bible that President Barack Obama placed his hand upon when he took his oath for his 2nd term in the White House) and Dr. King’s Nobel Peace Prize.
How low can you go, Dexter and Martin 3?
Unless you have been there you will never understand how hard it is to stand when everyone around is grabbing for what they can get… and all you can think of ‘my parent’s are gone.’ Dealing with loss can be very difficult. And especially when the responsibility somehow falls upon you… be it a sense of duty or whatever… but you are the one who ends up trying to maintain what you see as what your parent’s desire would be.
And why should she?
We have all heard of down and out athletes and actors selling off their championship rings or Academy awards… when left with no other options. But this is something else. It is just pure and simple greed driving Dexter boy and his older and brother, Martin #3.
It is always very unfortunate when the value of your things winds up meaning more to your children than you… or what your desires would be… or the remembrance of you… or in this case have a higher cost than the King legacy and remembrance of their mother and father to some of them.
Bernice King has every right to try to hold onto the precious memories and legacy of both her mother and father, without having gifts which her mother gave to her… entrusted her with …being lost to a couple of greedy brothers who care nothing about the King legacy, or even how bad they are making their family and themselves looked by forcing the hand of their baby sister in this matter.
I heard an interview where Andrew Young, a man who I thought used to be a King family friend, commented on this matter by merely snickering at it and saying, “They sue too much.”
You know what Mr. Young?
When you have to take somebody to court ….or they want to take you to court. Baby, you better learn how to fight. Cause if you don’t learn how to swing back… then just crawl into a hole and pull some grass over you and die.
Thank goodness Bernice has not decided to die. When you honor your mother and father, and their memory… you don’t try to sell off precious things that belonged to them, because you cherish them. Those things were a part of them… and they should remain in the King family to get pass down. Many people today can’t even put their hands on old family pictures or 8mm films that may have been taken of them as children. Because somebody in their family grabbed them all up and years later discarded them… or they somehow got lost.
I long for a picture my mother had taken of me and my sister many years ago. We were just young children then. My sister took my parent’s picture and cut it up throwing away my half of that picture while keeping herself. Today not even that part exist. There had been other copies of that picture which my mother had sent to various relatives, but I have never been able to track not 1 down….or put my hands on them some 50 or more years later because they too were probably destroyed.
The problem in this story is one of greed. Dexter boy has been selling off everything… every piece of the King family estate he can since the passing of their mother… down to making the Federal government pay him for the use of his father’s image and likeness in the creation of his monument in Washington, D.C.. One would have thought that the honor and recognition given to his father in the creation of the Dr. Martin L. King, Jr. monument in D.C. would have filled him with joy. That he would have been eager for the King family to assist anyway it could. But no… not Dexter. He saw it as a money-making opportunity and milked the creation and erection of a monument to his father for every dime he could get out of it… including forcing them to pay for the use of any of Dr. King’s quotes.
Why anyone would want to throw stones at Bernice King for standing up to her brothers in their pursuit to sell off what has to be two of the most valued possessions of both their mother and father, Dr. King’s Bible and Nobel Peace Prize… is crazy. Clearly, those people do not know the whole story. But it has always been my experience to know that it is usually the good person… the person who is trying to do the right thing… the one who is innocent of trying to do wrong that gets blamed for starting the whole thing and is singled out as the culprit in the eyes of almost everyone looking in on matters like this. I have been there… and in many ways I still am. Trust me me I know.
So, yes… I side with Bernice King. I cheer you on Bernice King. Do not give up the fight. Fight the fight… it is well worth fighting. And I pray you God speed and victory in this matter. As there are some things you just do not sell off… like your birth right. And the right of any 3rd or 4th generation King’s etc. to not have to go to a library or museum to see an award presented to their grand-father or great great grand-father, because his kids sold off everything. Some things really are too sacred.
And I also pray for a changed mind and heart of both Dexter King and Martin #3.
In regards to Martin #3… I have no respect for him.
I recall going into court trying to fight for my father. I went in thinking that 2 of my other siblings were on my side. That is what they pretended… that is until we got before the Judge. When we got before the Judge they said nothing. They offered nothing not 1 agreement to anything to what I was saying. I was left out there all alone trying to fight for our father to be returned home, and they said nothing. I later came to realized that they never wanted daddy back home in the first place. The house was divided and everybody had grabbed what they wanted. My father’s house had been invaded and taken over… and daddy was forced out of his own property. A fact I never knew until some time after that court hearing.
It is amazing how quickly we can forget all the sacrifices and all the good times… and how much our parents poured into us. If Dr. King had not struggled… if he had not marched… if he not sacrificed his life… what would they have to fight over?
What would we all have to celebrate?
The car… the family house… everything that every family at the end is forced to fight over… I suspect they might have fought over that. Because there will always be at least 1 who sees a bigger picture than just self and… and thank God for that. They see more than what they can get out of the passing of supposed love ones. Always 1… and it appears that Bernice King is the 1. And yes… I stand with her.
On another note on the King family. Dexter has gotten married. This is really not new news. But I know it is not mentioned or talked about but if the truth be told… Dexter is really not the marrying kind. Everything for him is show. His wife is a supposed ex-lesbian. But I have known people who were gay who married with each 1 doing their own thing.
When I first encountered this it was a couple of the weirdest 2 people I had ever met. The guy was flamingly gay… and between them they did have a child. I really don’t know how she managed it?
But I figured out that they had been great friends and this is what laid the foundation for them agreeing to get together as husband and wife.
I also remember when once a lover of mine had been offered quite a considerable about of money from a man, who at the time was a boss of mine (he owned the radio station). His son was very very gay and the father wanted a grand child… an heir or something I guess. So, he proposed an offer to my girlfriend of this substantial amount of money to marry his 1 and only child, this gay son. And no she did not do it… as it was totally out of the question. But the point here is… is that there are some people who will do anything in order to have their gay children reform… get married… have children… even if it means they will not give them or leave them a dime unless they do. Then there are some people who get married for various other reasons… other than love. It’s called a ‘marriage or convenience.’
I must say though… that all this snow is beautiful.
If you are out there in the snow please remember safety rules. Drive with care and caution in the snow and ice. Apply brakes when riding on icy roadways lightly… come to a nice and easy stop by slowing up. Do not slam on your brakes… it will send your car sliding out of control.
Guess I’m moving a little bit too fast. I had all but forgotten about it being BLACK HISTORY MONTH. So, in celebration of Black History Month let me just quick tell you about a young lady in England. The youngest person to ever become a barrister (that is practicing lawyer in their terms). Her name is Gabrielle Turnquest. She is from the States, Florida to be exact… and she is just 18 years old. Amazing. To be young gifted and black… is definitely where it is at.
Happy BLACK HISTORY MONTH….
And let me not forget that this week Shirley Temple passed (Shirley Temple Black) at age 85. I cannot begin to tell you the countless Saturdays I spent watching Shirley Temple dance and sing her way down long stair steps… or try to cheer up a friend. She was more than just a favorite… Shirley was my friend.
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Add a comment February 15, 2014
We were in Coney Island when we came upon it… a gated community. We were kind of in awe of it… because it was kind of off by itself. We did not recognize immediately what it was that we were looking at… as it is just not the kind of thing you see in New York City. And certainly not out in Coney Island ever… least ways I had not.
But by this time Coney Island had been converted into, I guess you could say, some type of urban oasis. Gone were all the tall brick story housing complexes that used to line the skies in this section of Brooklyn, known to the world as Coney Island. The place looked totally different and it was hard to believe what had once been. I didn’t see the boardwalk or the amusement rides… none of it. It was as if somebody had taken a pencil and erased it… all.
Then that is when Mother and I spotted it, a group of houses surround by a brick wall. Up until this point… some time ago I had heard about gated communities but had never seen 1… or thought about it when I had seen them. Because who thinks of these kind of things… gated communities? I see such structures as just being more or less just a group of apartments or houses… or housing complexes… or new housing developments. But this place was fenced in with wires going all around… almost like a prison. The houses looked like that they had been shoved in and bunched up on top of each other… and that is what caught our attention.
The houses did not look like anything spectacular to me. None of them had any real land around them. Just a group of regular New York style non-distinct houses, of various kinds. Nothing big or fancy. Nothing that looked rizie… just plain common ordinary houses. Nothing to brag about. But they were fenced in by this brick wall that went all the way around it.
I remember saying to Mother, “Look Mother, a gated community.”
I was surprised to see it… and especially in New York City… and Mother was too. And even more especially in Coney Island… a place where nothing but public housing complexes used to stand, for as far as the eyes could see… but they were now all gone.
I can’t remember having seen 1 public housing complex that day in this section of Coney Island, that I used to visit often once upon a time.
Actually, they are not all certainly gone… at least ways not all of New York’s public housing… otherwise known as projects. But many have now been transformed. The old tenants moved or were forced out by the city of the developers, who had come in to possess this waterfront section of Brooklyn, known as Coney Island. And the buildings that those people all once used to live in have become condos and co-ops, which are very popular in New York City among those who can afford it. Or they were torn down totally. And that was what Mother Rochelle and I were looking at… an area where all the old housing complexes were totally gone.
But while writing my blog, THE ZIMMERMAN CASE WHAT A FARCE, I had heard in 1 of the YouTube videos that I put into that blog… how Zimmerman’s gated community had had a few recent robberies.
In 1 of those videos…. 1 of the homeowners, said to have been 1 of Zimmerman’s neighbor in the gated community… he commented on how a couple of the houses had recently been broken into and robbed. How Zimmerman had stopped robbers from breaking into his house. And he also stated this was the reason for why Zimmerman should have been on his guard for any suspicious characters in their neighborhood… being that Zimmerman was Captain of the neighborhood watch.
Since having heard that I have been thinking… Gated community… neighborhood watch?
Didn’t people move into gated communities for security?
Isn’t that the purpose for gated communities coming about?
Something was not working here. Either the police in Sanford were not doing their job. Or the gate… usually some type of high brick wall… wasn’t working either.
I would love to see the records regarding break-ins in Zimmerman’s neighborhood. And I would love to know exactly how long their neighborhood watch had been in effect?
Were these just a bunch of fearful people?
I mean who else would elect to live in a gated community… except for people who are fearful of the world around them.
The gate in gated communities is meant to keep out certain elements. These elements usually mean… the wrong kind of people… drugs and the woes that the rest of the world has to face simply by living among them.
Was Zimmerman’s complex actually under attack by the outside world?
If outsider’s were coming in… which as stated by the man in that video… some young black men robbing them… who was letting them in?
When I was in Altamonte Springs a small Florida town not far out from Sanford, where Zimmerman shot and killed Trayvon Martin… I recall visiting a friend whose parents lived in such a complex. While driving into the complex upon her directions to me… I drove through the front gate and up to her parent’s house. At the time it had not dawn on me that they had lived in a gated community. I saw it only as an up-scale new housing complex.
Evidently, Zimmerman’s housing complex had some problems. Otherwise there would not have been a need for someone like George Zimmerman… operating in the capacity in which they had assigned him… Captain of their neighborhood watch.
Well, God bless… Another beautiful day. I got to get going. Gotta edit some video footage for my television show. In case you didn’t know you can check segments of it on youtube. Just type in my name as it appears on my book cover, THE BISHOP’S WIFE.
Hope you enjoy the rest of the day… and your weekend. Might be good beach weather. A couple of Sunday’s ago that is where we were… aching foot and all. My mother said salt water is good for healing the body. So, we were out on the water front listening to the sound of the waves washing in… and getting our feet wet. Bye… and enjoy.
Add a comment July 31, 2013
If it had been a Saturday Night Live skit from beginning to end then maybe it might have been funny. Except for the fact that someone’s life was grievously taken this whole thing was anything but a joke.
I really do believe that the prosecution… the DA office… should first of all be investigated. Because this trial was one of the biggest disasters since Ojay Simpson. From the picking of the jurors to that supposed medical autopsy doctor something was seriously wrong.
One could hardly call that a group of George Zimmerman’s peers. None of them appeared to me to look in anyway like George Zimmerman’s true peers… whom I would believe to be men about his age, of similar backgrounds etc.. etc.. And on what merits were those women chosen?
Based upon things said by Juror #37 once it was all over… if she can be believed… they all went into the jury pool already with their minds made up before they were even chosen to be jurors. And some like Juror #37 … I have no doubt also had hidden agendas like coming out with their own book deals and television interviews.
So, just how did such people make the cut and end up in that jury box?
Why would anybody question supposed jurors saying… ‘Knock knock, whose there?’
Maybe the prosecution was just trying to determine who was brain dead from who wasn’t. And he chose the brain dead.
When you truly look at this case you have to ask yourself was the prosecution for Trayvon Martin’s family… or was the DA office working against them?
Was this man really a doctor?
Had he not ever been prepared by the prosecution office for this hearing before hand?
Did he really know anything about doing or handling an autopsy?
From the moment that autopsy doctor opened his mouth the lawyers supposedly representing Trayvon Martin, the victim in this case, should have entered ‘OBJECTION’ after objection. Through this whole trial Perry Mason and Matlock were probably rolling over in their graves… and they weren’t even real lawyers. But I sure could hear some ‘objections‘ needed to be stated.
Since the other doctor was not there to substantiate that conversation… testimony of such should have been objected to.
Two, that autopsy doctor came to court with some notes which he stated he had prepared the night before. Objection!
If he could not remember any facts on that autopsy, then clearly any notes written mostly recently would be moot and should have been of no apparent good in this case. Because they would be based upon his present memory or recollections as opposed to when he actually performed the autopsy.
Thirdly, the autopsy doctor was confrontational… and I don’t know how long he had been in this country… but he kept acting like he didn’t understand English. So, then how good was a testimony of anyone like that… who might not be really sure about what he was saying?
One has to wonder whether or not the autopsy doctor was paid off?
And if he worked in my department… after that performance on the witness stand… whether he was either performing to be highly incompetent or really is highly incompetent… I would have sent him packing. FIRED!
That guy was definitely highly unprofessional. And I cannot help but wonder if it was not just an act on his part.
‘WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD THE PROSECUTION CALL this woman to testify?
Did they not go over her testimony with her?
Did they not know what questions to avoid… like ‘what did he say about the man watching him?’ Her response…. ‘He called him a creepy ass cracker.’
Could that testimony not be any more damaging to this case?
She had to have say that to the prosecution before they even put her on the stand. So, they knew it would be damaging to Trayvon, for the jurors to hear that.
It appears that the prosecutors in this case purposely set about to sabotage it. Not once… not twice …but time and time again.
There are various other parts of this case which just do not add up. Such as why the prosecution did not push further with all those witnesses on Zimmerman’s side which claimed it was ‘Georggie’s voice‘ that they recognized as the person screaming.
We live in a time of vast technological equipment. Equipment that is able to do voice recognition… voice separation… voice isolation… voice tracking… voice this and voice that… Including removal of any additional sounds outside of what you are focusing on. They have equipment that can do just about anything you want it to do… including voice distortion and correction.
So, then why was no technical equipment used in this case to determine who the possible screamer really was?
Equipment could have been rolled into that court and that recording played over and over for those witnesses… recordings mixed with fake voices screaming to see if they could determine the real recording or the fake. Experts in sound and voice could have been called in to testify… but they were not. Nor was any equipment used to decipher whose voice it really was that had been screaming.
I listened to the 911 calls with the screams in the background… and coming from years in radio I have a very good ear. And those screams did not come from a 27 or 28 year old man. Nor was the voice non-African American. And on top of all of that… just ask yourself who screams for help when they have a gun in their hand?
Remember, now… that there was no evidence that Trayvon’s hand was ever on Zimmerman’s gun. There was no evidence in fact that Trayvon ever even touched Zimmerman. The forensic people found no traces of Zimmerman’s DNA under Trayvon’s nails… nor any bruises on his hands or knuckles.
The other issue in this case was the fact that there was so much 911 evidence in this case was against George Zimmerman. On 1 recording of a 911 operator, she clearly asked Zimmerman ‘are you following him?‘
To which Zimmerman answered ‘yes.’
Also, based upon the merits of that 911 recording alone Zimmerman was clearly stalking Trayvon. Therefore, Zimmerman was the predator… a man with a gun who approached an unarmed young person, who later was found shot to death by him. One bullet straight into his heart.
I have no doubt that George Zimmerman perpetrated a hate crime against Trayvon Martin. And that his call to 911 was a systematic attempt on George Zimmerman’s part to build a scenario for that 911 operator, for circumstances that he would later claim provoked him into the killing of Trayvon Martin. An act which I believe came across Zimmerman’s sick mind probably from the moment his eyes fell upon the young black teenage, Trayvon Martin, walking in the darkness of night… in the rain on his way home from the corner store.
The statements that Zimmerman made in his 911 call clearly show a concise and calculated mind working, at setting up a painted picture of the young black teenage male, whom he was following claiming that he ‘looked like’ a criminal and ‘was out to do’ something illegal. While on the contrary, Trayvon Martin was just a kid who happened to be on his way home from a local corner store. And it was Zimmerman who was the 1 working with a criminal mind… and a blind intent to kill a young innocent boy.
There are many people who believe that George Zimmerman was protecting himself… standing his ground, if you will. As Florida has a law called ‘Stand Your Ground.’ Meaning you have a right to protect yourself if you feel that your life is threatened.
Zimmerman had taken self-defense classes, was carrying an armed weapon, and he had aspiration of being a cop and/or lawyer like his dad, who just so happened to be a judge. Trayvon Martin had not taken any martial arts classes, and was only carrying a small bag of candy and a can of ice tea. Based upon that… who do you really think was more lethal?
I sincerely hope the Federal Government steps into this case, because the ‘Stand Your Ground’ Law is a very dangerous piece of law. It reminds me of the ol’ south when white men would purposely go out seeking to start trouble with a black man or woman. So, they would step in front of them or do something to elicit some type of response from the victim, via their coercion of them. Whereby many black men and women were either killed, endangered, terrorized, houses burnt down, lost their businesses, and/or chased out of town etc…
What right more or is necessary …or does this law of ‘Stand Your Ground’ give to anyone, that has or is not given already by the Declaration of Independence in this country?
The Declaration of Independence states ‘all men’… not some have more rights than others. It states that all men are created equal… with certain unalienable rights. And it begins by saying… We hold these truths to be self-evident. It then goes on to say…. that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.
Unalienable rights… what are those?
The right to defend ourselves is a right given to each and everyone of us. Whereas, such laws as ‘Stand Your Ground’ are intended and are only applied for certain people… and not for others.
Back in the days… lets go to the days after slavery when supposedly the slaves had been freed. Yet, they were not allowed to look white people directly in the eyes. And often were taunted into some type of reaction for which they may have been killed… whipped… spat upon… mocked etc…
One could hardly say that they… those black folk then did not have a right to respond to such actions to provoke them. But based upon certain imposed or otherwise implied or ‘understood’ laws, mostly in the old south… laws not written but understood based upon you… meaning black folk… knowing ‘our so-called place.’
Did not Trayvon Martin have a right to go to the store, and a reasonable right then be able to return home safely without some mad man shooting him down killing him for no apparent reason… other than his skin color?
If indeed, Trayvon had been straddling Zimmerman in a fist fight.
Did not Trayvon Martin have the God given right given to him by nature, if no other law could protect him… than the law of self-preservation?
Why should Travyon Martin then have been demonized for trying to protect himself against someone whom he perceived to be a perpetrator who was out to kill him… when Zimmerman walked upon him and shoved that gun up in his face?
There was not 1 point or place where you can truly say that the prosecution truly tried to win this case. They did a lousy job of picking jurists. They failed to object to various infractions and irregularities as they appeared in this case. And they never seemed committed to win at all.
If the truth be told this case never should have been held in Sanford, FL… but in some other county if not state. The authority and connections of Zimmerman’s judge father made this case an impossible case to get a fair trial in such a small little town… with so much at stake, and so many hands easily washed.
This is 1 of those rare times that I must say I disagree with Bill… That is Bill Crosby. Bill says you can’t prove that Zimmerman is a racist. Yes, that might well be somewhat true. But you can’t prove that he isn’t a racist either. Ooooh, wait a minute…
Wasn’t it Zimmerman who did all that racial profiling of Trayvon Martin in his 911 call, before he actually shot him to death?
Anyone who would have racially profile someone as in-dept as George Zimmerman painted that picture in his 911 call, of what Trayvon Martin looked like, his demeanor… his supposed behavior… etc. cannot be considered anything less than a racist. And there is no way of getting around that.
Zimmerman said that the person he was ‘following’ was someone who looked like he was up to no good… that it appeared as though he’s on drugs or something… he’s black or Hispanic… he has his hands on his waistband (meaning like he was packing a gun). And then Zimmerman said… ‘these @#!# they always get away.’
THAT’S NOT RACIAL PROFILING?
In the CNN story below the person being interviewed states that the Trayvon Martin case was not a case of racial profiling, because racial profiling can only take place when someone is involved in law enforcement. I am a dissenting voice to this theory and statement with regard to this case. Because that definition can be extended to include anyone ‘believing’ he is a law enforcement officer. There is no secret about George Zimmerman and history of fantasying becoming a cop.
A psychologist should have been brought into this case who could have clearly said that George Zimmerman portrayed certain traits, habits, and forms of behavior and language that indicated he felt he was operating as a cop. When taken into perspective even George’s scio-background, family history, and his history of prepping himself and taking up martial arts etc. all unquestionably show Zimmerman to be a man possessed with a deep rooted desire to be cop, or someone involved in some matter in law enforcement. Hence, his position as ‘CAPTAIN’ of the neighborhood watch.
It is quite clear that George Zimmerman wanted to be a police officer. When that avenue did not open up to him… he then tried to study law. And that failed too.
So, the next step was to join the neighborhood watch. It is not hard to draw a correlation between that and George actually being a cop on the beat. George Zimmerman was clearly and unequivocally a wanna-be-cop, and all his actions and language on the night, in which he confronted Trayvon Martin, attest to it. And this is not a large leap or even a very short hop to get to.
The other thing about Zimmerman… he obviously suffers from a feeling of wanting to be a hero. He appears to be the kind of person you read about who goes to work in a hospital…and awaits an opportunity to unplug somebody’s life support machine… then quickly plug it back in just in the brink of time, then claim that he saved that person’s life. When in reality he was the person who had thrown the person’s life into jeopardy in the first place.
It is not hard to see that Zimmerman was… or is… a loser. Perhaps even a black sheep in a family, of what seems to be full of people who are professionally involved in law enforcement in varying capacities. But everything and time that George tried to do in order to get in… it would appear that he just could not make the cut.
I had a dispute with a friend over George’s weight. Because at 1 point there arose this question of Zimmerman’s weight as opposed to the weight of Trayvon Martin. Which of course should have also been a key point in this case.
When Zimmerman finally turned himself in… some 45 days after the killing of Trayvon… it was apparent to me that Zimmerman had gone on some type of crash diet during those days. The issue was whether or not Zimmerman weighted considerably more than Trayvon Martin? Even in the picture of above of Zimmerman being lead into court … you can see that the suit he is wearing is a lot larger than he is. However, during the hearing walla… a much fuller fatter Zimmerman, and his clothes seem to fit him just fine. Meaning Zimmerman’s body mass between the time Zimmerman shot Trayvon and the time Zimmerman finally went to trial… shows Zimmerman at his true weight and mass, when the young teenager was shot to death. But, of course, Zimmerman’s side had good reason to want to dispel the fact that Zimmerman was much heavier in body weight to Trayvon. Hence, Zimmerman’s miraculous weight lose before turning himself into the police department in Sanford. Otherwise, that story made up by the Defense Attorneys of a helpless and fearful George Zimmerman at the hands of a Trayvon Martin just would not have played out. Nobody would have believed that.
So, George had to lose that weight. Which, of course, as you see in his court pictures that he totally gained back.
Then there is the camera footage of Zimmerman that night following the supposed fight that lead to the untimely demise of a young Trayvon Martin. Zimmerman’s head had no cuts or lacerations.
Some myths about Zimmerman…
- 1. He always told the truth
- 2. His family was full of truth loving people
- 3. Zimmerman didn’t stalk Trayvon
- 4. Zimmerman was really in fear of his life
- 5. Zimmerman feared Trayvon was going to kill him
- 6. Zimmerman was a good law abiding citizen
- 7. Zimmerman had great reasons to believe his life was in danger
- 1. Trayvon was a wayward kid
- 2. Trayvon was a trouble maker
- 3. Trayvon was an addict
- 4. Trayvon was out looking for trouble
- 5. Trayvon was out to kill Zimmerman
- 6. Trayvon beat Zimmerman
- 7. Trayvon had a right to be killed
Let me stop right here. Who has ever seen anybody who fell to the ground hitting their head?
I have hit the ground and have seen people bang their heads and they always ended up with a knot in their head. Big bump. The harder they fell the bigger the bump on their head. But never did I see a straight cut appear in anybody’s head, from someone falling to the ground and hitting their head.
Here again is a big problem that I had with the forensic evidence in this case. These are the kinds of things that real professions are called into Court to testify about. But this case had no real forensic people. No big wig specialist… like in the Ojay Simpson case.
Those cuts on the back of George Zimmerman’s head could have clearly been blown up and recognized as having not been done by some type of fall to the ground. And lugging all the concrete sidewalks in the world into court could not prove otherwise.
And that answer here again would have to be a resounding ‘NO.’
I really do hope that Mr. President, Barack Obama, sends in the Feds to take on this case. Because Trayvon Martin truly deserves justice. He had done nothing for which his young life should have been stolen from him. And by his cries for help… he dearly did not wish to die… or deserved to.
Bill Cosby, Charles Barkley, Shari… whatever her name on the View, President Jimmy Carter… and many others who felt that this case and its verdict was just… definitely missed something. This was no ‘new thing.’ It is something that we as black folk in America have long had to deal with. Trials like this one are not new. And we have come to recognize them when we see them… and know them when we hear their verdicts.
All of this… the trial and the circumstances which brought about the trial are all historic. Even to the having of some black folk who want to say ‘Oh, it wasn’t racist.’ When it clearly was nothing but racist. Race had everything to do with Trayvon Martin being killed… and there is just no getting around it.
I was really hoping… as we always do… that the jury would do the right thing based upon the shear merits of this case… and also having full knowledge that Zimmerman was a liar. Also, being fully aware that it was Zimmerman not Trayvon who had been the provoker. But in looking back over the court pictures… where Zimmerman does an awful lot of smiling for a man, who should believe he might be found guilty, and have to spend the rest of his life inprison. Too much smiling in fact…
So, now looking over these pictures and seeing this smiling Zimmerman, it appears to me now that Zimmerman knew how this case was going to go to end up right from the very start. That is really very unfortunate… money and power play a big factor in the outcome of a lot court outcomes. But I guess having a father with connections… goes a long way to assuring a favorable outcome.
I just finished watching a video of Geraldo Rivera talking about the Trayvon Martin case. It is funny how much people change over time. I thought Geraldo used to be a lot smarter. Based upon Geraldo’s take on this case, any one of us could have been shot dead and would have been alright. Based upon Geraldo’s assumption, if we look just like some black guys who were supposedly vandalizing that neighborhood then it is okay to kill you.
Now, how stupid is that… and ignorant?
I don’t know how long the myth that all black folks look alike has been going around in America… but it has. We know we don’t look alike… but to some people we all look like criminals …murders… crack fiends… and welfare fraud people etc…
Shame on Geraldo. He must be trying to get a new tv show or renew his contract. Some people will do and say anything… for a little money. He must need it real bad… And he sure looks old.
Guilty by looking like a criminal. Trayvon was dressed just like most teens dress, black or white… Hispanic or Asian etc… You see them all day long with hoodies everywhere… going to school… coming from school… riding skateboards… on bikes. When did wearing a hoodie mean you were a criminal?
And though I do not like the style… it is a style for the kids… shagging pants. A hoodie and shagging pants does not make anyone a criminal. Much less worthy of dying. And because somebody’s house or neighborhood is having problems does not mean you go out shooting anybody you think looks like the type who did it.
Where is the justice in that?
I have to admit that on this topic Mike Tyson spoke saying something that I very much can agree upon… or with him on. When asked what he thought about this case… Mike said, “I don’t know any more than what I have seen on television. But I do know that kid should not have ended up dead.”
In happening to catch a segment of The View, they were discussing the trial and I have to say that I truly admire Elizabeth Hasselbeck’s stance on this, and her outrage is truly worthy of my mentioning. As a mother ever woman should be highly upset regarding the circumstances of this case, and the cruel, brutal and cold blooded murder of Trayvon Martin.
I did… but I have mostly done so on Facebook.
The other reason is I sprang my right foot. It has been a few weeks now. I had pain in it before… but not realizing it after I stepped into a hole and twisted my foot that I had done damage to it. Which while at a convention in Baltimore I had plenty of time in between limping around, and trying to stay off of it… I spent a lot my down time watching the case on TV. Because there wasn’t much else I could really as my foot was killing me.
And the other reason it took me so long to write this blog was, of course, the weather… ALL THIS HEAT.
It has been soooooooo hot and humid here. The humidity was almost unbearable. Every time I got up to do the slightest thing… sweat would be pouring down my face… my nose… my brows etc… I was showering up to 6 times per day. Because I cannot stand to be sweaty… even with an aching foot. Yeah, pain or no pain into the shower I went. But the weather has broken now. And I hope it stays this way.
I certainly hope you fared well… better than me in all this heat… and got done all you needed to do. Have a good rest of this week… and I will catch you again soon. I’ve got to go put my foot back up.
And again I thank those of you very much who have ventured out and purchased my book… which can be ordered on-line at any number of websites… just google THE BISHOP’S WIFE by Bernadine Smith… and see for yourself. And you can also read excerpts from my book on-line as well at Barnes&Nobles Nook, amazon.com etc…
Add a comment July 25, 2013
“Can’t imagine getting up early in the morning and rushing to work…and seeing my children off to school…only to hear my child’s teacher’s son came to school with a gun shooting to death his own mother…and stealing away the life and breath of my baby as well…and 17 other poor little children unfortunate enough to be that boy’s mother classroom.
And he takes his own life without enough courage to face me…
Had that young merely taken his own life first…
This current situation is more than sad….
Christmas for those parents will never be the same…nor their lives…
I pray a peace that surpasses all understanding come to them all right now…in Jesus name…”
No… I think not. It cannot bring back all… or even 1 of those innocent lives which it so ruthlessly took. Twenty-six people… 16 or 18 little children… between the ages of 5 to 10… whose parents will never forget yesterday… when they woke up their child was alive. And less than 3 or 4 hours later they were not.
Add a comment December 16, 2012
And not whether or not rape in any case or other … or under any circumstance is okay. But I have been just milling over what kind of person would say such a thing?
Rape under any circumstance is a fierce and violent act. And that says that it is a criminal act… and one which can never be justified.
By its sheer name and meaning… we all know that rape is an act which is forced upon another party, and very much without their consent… that is a crime. Hence, it is illegal and an act of aggression.
So, then how could such an act ever be classified as alright or okay… with anyone?
I have written many blogs about sex and women. About people who have committed some heinous crimes upon innocent unsuspecting victims. Crimes against infants sexually, as well as, other small children… and it sickened me. Often causing me to leave off from writing anything further on it.
I even stopped watching television because it seemed to me that ever movie or episode of any law and order like program was a crime being perpetrated against a woman …girl or child.
I wondered how a channel such as Lifestyles or WE could call themselves channels for women, when they only programmed were movies where women were being victimized?
It was sickening. And I could not understand it… so I shut it off.
Now, here comes this Missouri State Representative in a speech while out campaigning for a Senate seat of a woman, who makes the most profoundly stupid statement anyone could possibly make in these most modern times. And all I can think is-
“There must be some skeletons in his closet.”
Because only people who perpetrate such crimes would believe them to be okay.
Rape by its nature is a forcible act and can, therefore, never be considered anything other than an act of violence against whomever it was perpetrated upon.
But perhaps silently Akins’ thinking is really the thinking of many men. Perhaps this would explain why women who have gone to court against attackers in rape crimes… almost always are made to look like the criminal themselves. They are unrobed… and brought low. They are slandered… and their names muddied… while they are dragged through the mud.
I will never forget Anita Hill and her trip up to Capitol Hill. She was treated so badly by the Party that she actually was a member of, the Republicans. They made her look dirty… wanton… ambitious and willing to do anything kind of woman. And then they wanted to make a joke of her.
It was Ted Kennedy who final stood up and told them that they should be ashamed of themselves for their mean and ugly behavior in an effort to discredit her testimony against Clarence Thomas, for an appointment as a Chief Justice to the Supreme Court.
Thomas himself was never attacked nor any of the acts that Anita described that he perpetrated against her, a then interning law student fearful that her boss, Thomas, would ruin her hopes of any kind of legal career, in his effort to coerce her into a sexual relationship… which she did not submit to.
Thomas needless to say was admitted a Supreme Court Judge, a position he will hold for the remainder of his life, if he chooses to. While Anita Hill, I have no doubt, had to battle through a lot of bad press for years regarding her legal ambitions.
Was it because she was a woman… and he was a man?
When Herman Cain was running for the Presidency earlier this year… it was amazing to see all the women in his closet, who had been paid off by the company, Godfather Pizza, that he had headed. Women who Cain had violated or attempted to violate in 1 way or other for sex.
I guess we have only to look at the Bible to see how men carry on about women and sex. In the story of the woman being caught in adultery… it is said that she was caught ‘in the act.’ But it is she and she alone who is dragged before Jesus for judgment.
Because many men do not accept their acts as being anything other than natural.
“She always wore short and revealing clothes.”
“There was something about how she smelled when she came around me.”
“It was her walk… you know?”
No, I don’t know.
I don’t know why anyone would feel it was or is alright to sexually or otherwise violate someone.
While in the car he would always talk to me about sex. He would say how coke… meaning cocaine… made him horny… and a bunch of other things. I tuned him out as much as I could… only answering to whatever I had to answer to.
Too bad Anita Hill had not hit Capitol Hill before I got that job… or some time thereafter. I would have owned that radio station… truly. Because I would have taken them to the bank. I could not stand that man… and it was not until later that I found out that he had been robbing me of sales I had gotten. Imagine that…
But I endured him …until I finally left that job and began my own company, Queen Bee Multi-Media Advertising & Consulting Agency. But women in the workforce are forced to endure so much when they are surrounded by a group of men, or fall upon the attention of an unscrupulous boss. And even today the playing field is still not fair or much better when it comes to women… but yet we endure.
And most of our endurance comes from the fact that we have families… and for a lot of women they are the head of their family. So, they have no choice but to put up with it… whatever the ‘it’ is.
So, enter this Akins fellow and opens his big mouth… just like that group of men who dragged that woman to Jesus. They were not without sin… and dare I say… I think Mr. Akins may not be either. And I think Freud may back me up on that 1.
Want to take this time to thank all of you who have purchased my book, THE BISHOP’S WIFE. It is amazing… I cannot not believe how much my book is moving …and I thank you from the depths of my heart. Please let me hear from you. I would love to know how you liked it… or didn’t like it… or whatever.
And if you have yet to purchase my book I found this link over the internet via barnes&nobles.com where you can read bits of a couple of my chapters. My book can be purchased via www.authorhouse.com, www.amazon.com etc…etc… or by placing an order for it at your local bookstore.
Well, God bless… it TGIF… so I hope you enjoy your weekend.
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Add a comment August 24, 2012
Today I had a court date in Land Court. Blessingly, God blessed me not to have to travel to our state capitol to have to do it.
By the time I got off the bus… jumped the train… then walked up the hill… I could barely walk into the courtroom the last time. In fact, I could hardly stand when they called my case before the judge.
Seeing that the judge suggested that we do our next court date by phone in order to make it easier on me. At first I was resistant to that idea because I felt I could better sway the judge… be more effective or otherwise do more and better for my case by standing before the judge than I could over the phone.
But I forgot 1 key factor.
It is not me… that I now depend upon when I walk into a courtroom… or anywhere else for that matter… but the Lord.
I have come to know that if you truly trust Him… then you have to act like you trust Him. It is not about saying ‘I trust the Lord.’ But it is about putting that into action… showing it forth so that it may manifest to be so.
So, I longer study… or pour over anything pining or worrying about the outcome. I never try to even think about what it is that I am suppose to dred… because I do not think about. I do not let it interfere with my days or nights any longer… because God has said ‘cast our cares upon Him.’
And let me tell you… that when you do… you will not believe the outcome.
Truly… truly cast your cares upon Him.
Well, today when I got up… I went about my normal routine. I read a chapter in my Bible. But I decided not to eat anything… I just wanted to mediate on God and what was going to be ahead of me in a couple of hours… that court conference call.
For the first time I glanced over the documents that the lawyer representing the City had sent to me. Pulled out my calculator and started examining the figures for the past 4 years of property taxes owed. Trying to find some discrepancies… and when you are dealing with figures there will always be some somewhere.
As the judge began to speak to me she informed me that the lawyer for the City wasn’t feeling well. I’m thinking wow… it’s over there will be a postponement for another date… and it will give me some more time.
I knew I needed time because no matter which way it went I was going to have to come up with some money. So, I needed time in order to save up an amount that might be agreeable… since there was no issue that the property taxes due. And so…the issue would come down to how much can you pay now… if any… and work out some kind of payment arrangement.
So, I was happy to believe that the case was going to get pushed back again.
But then the judge said that the lawyer for the City has laryngitis and is having trouble speaking. But if you have any problems hearing or understanding just interrupt and I will have her repeat it.
When the lawyer talked I couldn’t understand a word she was saying. I turned up my phone and it was worst. But I decided to listen as closely as I could.
In order to try and save the voice of the City lawyer… the judge had me do most of the talking. In beginning I suddenly remembered our last court session and what questions I had posed about the total amount of taxes owed upon my parent’s property. There had been places in the statements from the City where the amount owed leaped 2 to 3 thousand dollars from 1 quarter to another. So, of course… I questioned this along with some other points I had found in the documents sent to me.
By the time our session was over the judge said send copies of what you have to the City lawyer, and I am sure that the 2 of you should be able to work out something. And if not the court is always here.
And then the judge said-
“And you can get those documents to her when you can. And send copies to the court.”
No payment schedule was set.
No return court date.
And through it all the lawyer for the City never said anything… because she could not talk. She had laryngitis.
It is amazing. A few months ago the City lawyer had sent court notices to me and all my siblings that they were in possession of my parent’s house… and that we had 30 days to respond. And when I called the number and spoke with the man handling it… he demanded $2,000 now in order to stop the process.
And about 4 months later… that process has yet to see the light of day.
And the ultimate decision lays in the hands of the court… and the judge had just finished giving me some more time.
God is truly something.
Some may say why do I give all the credit to God?
First, you would have to know when events are beyond your control there can only be ONE somebody who can turn them in your favor. And that somebody is God.
I write this blog for those of you going through something. Tons of people are going through foreclosure still and so many other things. And though it may seem bleak… or impossible for you to overcome… I implore you to just turn it over to Jesus and see for yourself … first hand just what I am talking about.
No lawyer… or doctor … or even judge… can beat God at what He does. And every lawyer…. doctor … and judge… and everybody in between have to submit to the will of God… like Pharaoh.
God hardened Pharaoh’s heart… until He decided to soften it. And when God softened Pharaoh’s heart… Pharaoh did as God desired him… he let God’s people go… the Israelites. But it was all God’s will… the hardening to not let the people… and the softening to let the people go.
And it was God’s will in land court today… what that man working for the City had said to me some months ago has not gone to naught. I did not have to pay him $2,000 …and that was back in January when he told me that. It is now March… and I am still here and nobody has a hammer over my head anymore… demanding anything from me by way of my parent’s property taxes… or other funds.
That is not to say… the taxes or anything else is not owed. But it is to say… that time is on my side… through the sheer grace and mercy of God. I yet have time to set my parent’s house in order. Thank you, Lord God…
Well, God bless…and hope you enjoy the rest of your evening.
Sometime during the course of your day just take the time to look up and observe the beauty that God has planted up there for you to enjoy.
Oh, yeah… been sharing the house with 1 of my nieces. My sister put her out.
She is only 16 and has gone totally crazy over some boy.
Beautiful girl…smart and everything… and I do mean everything going for herself. ‘A’ student… on the honor society at school… captain of the school soccer and volleyball team… And BAMB!
All of it down the toilet after meeting this boy. Who happens to be 17 and in the 10th grade. LOSER. And she has had sex with him… and now she is out in the streets with me… sharing the roof over my parent’s house.
I can’t wait until my sister gets over being mad. Noooo… but really I love my niece to death. She is not bad… totally not. But recently she has made some very bad choices.
So, currently she is in ‘in-house’ at school because she has skipped tons of classes. Her grades have dropped from the ‘A’s’ to ‘E’s.’
How do you do that?
The spirit of lust. People have lost their homes and families… marriages… children… all of their friends etc… etc… all because lust caused them to do some ugly… and bad things.. say some things… and forced everyone who truly cares for them to turn away from them.. simply because the person cannot hear… nor can they see. They have eyes to see… but cannot see. And ears to hear …but cannot hear.
So, I thought she was going home Monday… But my niece slipped up again. She went missing for 4 hours while she was at school.
Of one thing I am sure… my niece wants to hurry and get out of here. Because her aunt is no joke. Sometimes you just gotta seem to meaner than you really are. And none of my nieces or nephews play with me. But… they love me the most if the truth be told. I know they do… and it is because I love them… I have become to be an enforcer. But I do it all in love… and I can laugh and have fun with them and still enforce.
Now my niece is counting the days when she can go back home… and I know they can’t come soon enough. It is all she can talk about-
“Auntie, do you think my mom this… and my mom that.”
Mom come and ge your daughter… she is driving me crazy.
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Add a comment March 11, 2011
When somebody espouses a whole lot of trash talking in the ghetto…
Well, they just better be able to back it up or say nothing.
That is how it is in the hood.
Now, I have never lived in the streets or out on the lane …or down on the Blvd. But I do know that when you fool around and talk a lot of junk you better be ready to back it up… or suffer the consequences.
During the pre-term elections recently held this past November… Sara Palin did a whole lot of big talking… before and after. Even as far as pasting up a bunch of cross-hairs upon certain campaign areas that she and her supposed ‘tea party’ crew… or group of flunkies… were aiming to take over.
This past weekend in 1 of those areas … a congresswoman was shot in the head and 6 others were killed in an area that Palin singled out on her cross-hairs map.
That sounds like a whole of lot of big time talk. The which if it had been done in the hood it would have meant all out and out war. Because it would have certainly meant that you were out to get somebody.
And it would have meant that you were gunning for them. And in hood talk… that means to kill ’em.
You don’t go around drawing pictures like that in the hood… and nobody knows what it means?
No, that is a loud and crystal clear message… ask any black folks.
Frankly, such a thing should be as illegal as shouting “FIRE” in crowded place.
I do not think that it is a coincidence that Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords, a Arizona State Representative, and liberal political was shot in the head some 2 days ago.
Nor do I believe that the shooting was some ramdom act of some dissatisfied Arizonan voter.
No, I think that the picture is a lot bigger than that.
It is a picture of hate mongering and fear embedding that became very popular under the Bush administration. Something that the Republicans have become very famous …or should I say… infamous for doing. Then turning around and crying that they ‘had nothing to do with it.’
But the tactics are theirs. And they pull them out whenever a political race is hot… meaning close… and when they wish to get an upper hand.
So, they set about evoking weak-minded people to do tragic things like shooting an innocent woman in the head, who was working hard to the benefit of the people which she represents.
Sarah Palin is to blame along with those who coach her. And they need to go up on charges of conspiracy. For acting to incite individuals to go out and commit murder or other type of criminal acts against politicians that they are against.
If a person worked in an insane asylum and gathered up the interest of a resident in that asylum provoking that person to hate someone enough to hurt or even kill them. And the insane asylum person upon his release goes in search of the person they had been provoked against… and somehow hurts or otherwise kills the person… who would be to blame?
Clearly, the person who provoked the insane person to do so.
And the law would seek that person out.
So, why should Sara Palin and her people be any different?
This world is full of a lot of sick and/or weak-minded individuals who listen and believe a lot of the political rhetoric that they hear… watch or read. A lot of it is devicely twisted to anger people falsely. And in cases such as in the Palin camp… they work to implant seeds of violent acts.
And anyone who does this is looking for a violent outcome.
Why else would anyone put up gun cross-hairs if they were not insinuating that someone should go out and shot somebody that they have set their sights upon?
That is the only reason why someone would do that.
And to do so is illegal.
And is certainly not a joke.
Lets say the shoe was on the other foot… and the congresswoman and launch a website and put up a map with gun cross-hairs on it. And in the center of those cross-hairs was Palin and her family.
What do you think would have been Palin’s out-cry?
Would there have been one?
Yes. You bet… and a loud one. And Palin would have been seeking some type of action. Maybe even legal I have no doubt.
The Republicans love double standards. They can play certain games… but not you.
You can’t… because they are quick to cry ‘foul.’
If a group of cons or crooks…. or drug cartel…. or thugs had mastermind such a thing without a doubt they would have all been rounded up by now and charged.
Is this not the same thing when a drug dealer puts a gun into the hand of little child 12 or 13 -year-old, and tells them to go out and shoot somebody?
They know that the little 12 or 13-year-old is a kid, and not likely to serve a sentence as long as theirs would be, if they went out and perpetrated the crime themselves.
What is the difference between using weak-minded people that do what some of these politicians tell them to do via their commercials and other rhetoric used to poison the minds of such people, in order to have them go out and do their dirty work?
I am for justice and totally against people who would ever try to incinerate anyone against somebody simply because we do not agree politically… or religiously. Or for any reason really.
In the 1980’s when the anti-abortion acted in similar ways… the outcome was abortion clinics being bombed, and abortion doctors were killed.
How crazy was that?
You don’t believe in abortion but you blow up people in an abortion clinic?
Or go out shooting abortion doctors?
What kind of life did they believe in?
Is life not life?
Are we all to agree on every subject?
Just how boring would life be if we all submitted ourselves out of fear to being liked minded because someone was holding a gun over us.
There is a sickness that prevails and is festering, least ways in this country, that makes 1 re-consider George Orwell’s book. And perhaps we need not look at Big Brother as a government system… but as a political party. The Republican Party.
I was so busy prior to stepping into this New Year that I literally barely got any sleep for almost 8 days. A whole lot of legal work to take care of.
So, that is still in the works. Hopefully, we will get a court date and God will give the Judge to be kind.
Then there some other legal matters that I wanted to have out of hair before stepping into 2011… and finally I did manage to do that too.
So, you see I wasn’t just goofing off.
And I had to go out to shovel snow 2 times this past weekend. But thank goodness it was neither heavy or a lot of snow.
So, all is well.
And I am wishing you a great and highly prosperous year.
And thank goodness God is still on throne.
Well, God bless…
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Add a comment January 10, 2011
I rarely read the newspaper…and have stopped watching television. So, the means that I accquire the news these days is usually when I go up over the net and see a news flash. Most of the time I pay little attention to them…but then there are those which draw me in. And I find myself having to read the story…and not out of real interest…but because I find the headline hard to believe.
Today, I came across one of those attention grabbing headlines. The headline read something like this…‘Gang Rape and nobody helped.’
How could such a thing happen?
What has happened to mankind?
The incident took place during a high school homecoming dance outside in some alleyway or something on the school grounds…for 2 hours long this raping continued. And kids stood around watching, while others jumped in to participate while a 15 year girl was repeatedly raped by up to as many…if not more than 15 to 20 people who in some way participated in this incident or stood by watching.
What would possess somebody to stand around and want to cheer on or watch such a thing?
Why didn’t someone call for help?
Or run and go tell somebody?
What is going on in the minds of our young people that they could get caught up in such a thing…and then become party to it by standing around and doing nothing…or worst…jump in and become more than a watcher?
Everyone of those kids should be pulled into court…and facing some type of charges.
I cannot imagine such a thing. There is not anything that I can see going on…that I would not try to stop…or somehow help in some way. I have seen men fighting their girlfriends…and gotten involved. I have stopped fights between kids. I have gotten between mama-bady-daddy drama. And did it because I just can’t turn a blind eye to anything that I feel is wrong…or harmful…or potentially dangerous to someone.
I don’t have a fear of getting involved. But I know that many people do not think like this. And I know that many people may feel that I am putting my ownself in jeopardy. And if I stopped to considered that…I might act like everybody else.
But I am glad that I do not. I’ve got nieces and nephews…and a son that I have to think about. I just don’t want anything to happen to them. So, let me try to clean up the problems now. Later might be too late…for them and me.
But how could I not help somebody?
Or try to?
But I have never ran towards anything in order to be an observer…not even as a child.
That is something which I cannot understand. Why would I run towards gun fire to see what is going on…or just to see who got shot…and laugh excitely about it?
Now, that is stupid to me.
Or, why would I rush to see people fighting?
If anything…I go to see if I can help…and whenever I am near a fight I go to break it up. Not to laugh and cheer anything on.
But this is the mentality of people…and it is definitely the mentality of of the kids. Everything is a joke…or funny. But somebody being raped…or killed is not a joke. And certainly not funny…nor is it entertainment.
This kind of thinking is dangerous for all mankind. If the new group of adults coming into this world are a bunch of desensitized robots…uncaring…unfeeling…unthinking…uncompassionate ids….where will this world be?
How safe will any of us be…as the world falls into their hands?
I once had a lover who had been gang raped and sodomized…and who knows whatever else. But I cannot tell you the impact it left upon her…and her life. Every time she went to the bathroom she re-lived that situation. That thing lived with her…it was in her insides and something she could not shake. Though she was successful…as an actress…and part-time music teacher…that incident marked her private life. That gang rape greatly colored her life in the in-between time.
She was not big in size…small stature. So, I can imagine just how helpless she must have felt…not to mention the terror of it. She never really talked about it except to say that it had happened. And I did not push it.
So, how could someone…20 or more people witness something like that and not do anything?
How could we…any of us be safe if everyone walking around us only cares about themselves…and have no compassion for anyone else?
There is a great need for serious consideration to be given for where will mankind be and the type of world and societies will dominate this planet in the next 20 to 30…or 50 years from now. Everyting is a joke. Blood…rape…murder…crimes of every conceivable kind and inconceiveable kind are happening today…and very high rates…escalated rates. And nobody is paying attention to it.
And not only a need for serious consideration…but something has to be done now regarding the attitude of our youth to crime and criminal acts. And high officials should be concerned now about what affects desensitizing our teens to blood and criminal acts via computer games, movies, music videos etc. will have upon the increase of future criminal acts and the types of crimes prepetrated…and to what degree these crimes are acted out.
Some feel that the lack of anyone getting involved had to do with fear. But if their fear is that great…then they should fear how much worst it is going to be if people continue to allow criminal acts to take place without something being done now.
They don’t have any fear yet…let the criminals continue acting out as they are acting out.
Fear only empowers those perpetrating the crimes. Fear is the biggest thing that they have going for them. That is why the Bible says….‘Fear not.’
The last thing you want to do…even with an animal…is appear to be afraid. Or in other words…fearful.
What happens when fear is taken out of the equation?
Then you have power…because the power ceases to be in the hands of him or them that are trying to terrorize you. It is one of the first lessons you learned really early in life. Usually while you were in grade school when it came to bullys…who were only as big and as bad as you let them be. But did you ever finally stand up to one…and saw how quickly the tables turned around between you and them?
While living in Chicago…I was at wits end. I was being stalked…something I would suggest that no one try to do today. Because I am no longer that person…believe me.
But I became a nervous wreck under that situation. My fear absorbed me…totally. I was well on my way to having a nervous breakdown behind it…had it not been for the Lord. I could not walk down the street without stopping everytime I heard someone walking behind me. Being in a large city like Chicago…this happened quite often as someone was always behind me…just not normally the person who was terrorizing me. In the evening when I went home…I would throw open the door to my apartment before entering and step in like police detectives…leaving the door wide open behind me. I would go from room to room peering in trying to make sure no one was in my apartment…which definitely left me open for the person to enter into my apartment behind me. But when fear has you…it has you…and you do not think clearly. And when you are not thinking clearly…you leave yourself open to a whole lot of the things… anything can happen to you.
I was tormented by fear. So much so…that by the time I finally got through it I vowed never again. I lived in darkness…afraid to turn on my lights in apartment at night…afraid to answer the phone (this was at a time before Caller-ID). I will never go back to being in that state again. Under any circumstances…or by anyone.
But at the end…the tables turned. It took a dramatic turn…and had not God intervened I might probably be in prison now…and there for the rest of my life. Because I would have killed the person. I snapped…and in my snapping the tables turned…and my perpetrated went fleeing from me. When I think of it now…it is so Biblical….‘and I will make you enemies flee 7 ways before thee.’ And that is when it ended…when I finally stood up to the person…the phone calls…the following …the threats….everything…and I vowed ‘never…ever again’
And I have never feared anything…or anyone ever again.
And this is how I know how big a weapon fear is.
And those who use it…count upon it being so. They dominate neighborhoods…housing complexes…streets…cities…etc…using fear.
So, the more that people cease to do anything…if indeed they are fearful…because I believe that most of them just don’t care…as long as it doesn’t involve them or their family. But those who are fearful of doing something to stop or aid somehow a victim of a criminal act…the more you empower those who perpetrate the crimes. Thereby, in the end causing yourself a greater harm…because you did nothing. And those that you fear become stronger and more more aggressive if they are allowed to continue. It is an unending situation…better to deal with it sooner rather than later.
If nobody cares about your neighborhood…then you should. Because you do live there too. And you should never allow anybody to chase you up or down a street…or make you run…or have you afraid to leave your home.
What happens when you become the victim?
And you will…one way or another…if you allow crime to fester unrestrained…or actively sought to be kept down.
I was pretty sick reading about that man who had imprisoned his own daughter in a very small basement space for over 20 years of her life…breeding kids with her. And all of this while living just above his daughter in the house with his wife…her mother. That story made me sick for such a long time…so much so I could not talk about it…much less write about it. But it is an example of the type of stories that we are reading and hearing about today. But if this is what is going on today…hideous crimes…stomach turning crimes. How much worst will these stories become in the future…if this trend continues?
Criminal activity is on an increase everywhere…and much of it we never even hear about until somebody leaks something. And many others because the value of the poor people who have fallen into the hands of some very sick people…well, their lives were just not worth looking into.
So, no investigation were ever initiated.
Take for instance this story….
It is very unfortunate when police officials pick and chose who is or is not worth looking for. So many people go missing without the police going out to look for them while they might have been found yet alive. But if they…any of these poor women in this story been some rich socialites, or high city officials or lawyers…or anybody with any degree of money or some type of clout…no amount of expense or time would have been spared on their behalf.
There is an imbalance in the world…and it stretches all the way around the world.
I know I have told this story in an earlier blog here… www.bsmith101.wordpress.com. It is when one night…late night…actually early morning…when my cousin, Vincent, was on his home from having been out clubing. As he neared his apartment…in the dark of night he heard a woman scream out for help. He went running in the direction on the cries and came upon the woman and her perpetrator. He grab the man and flung him to the ground…and then held him down until the police came.
My cousin was a very tall and handsome gay male. I have no doubt that most of his life he had to deal with people snickering about him as he was very effeminate. But he never hesitated to step aside for a woman…or get get up to offer his seat to a woman or elderly person… or help you remove your coat…or pull out your chair and hold it for you as you sat down. He was more a man than most ‘so-called’ real men. And not only was he a very nice…but also a very decent person…and caring in every way. He really was someone who would give you the shirt off his back. And if it cost him…he gave to you regardless if he had suffer.
You could not have met a better person than him.
He would have never ran towards a fight to stand and watch it…but to pull the people apart. Nor would he have stood around and watched a young girl or anyone being raped. I wish I had a picture of him…to put in this blog. He was a hero. And we need more like him.
Reggie Jackson of the New York Yankees was the same way. His name had found its way into news headlines for more than baseball…more than once because of some acts of heroism on his part…when he went to the aid of someone.
More people need to do it…and things would change. Just think of 9/11…what not would have happened if the people on those first 2 airplanes had been more like the people on that 3rd airplane?
In looking up information of the gang rape…I happened to come by this story. Though I had seen this picture of this woman many times…I never knew her story. But it is sick. In fact, it is more like beastiality.
She is a socialite…who married a man…wealthy man. He had built a jungle on his property and had a great love for his cats…the type known as ‘lions.’ So, as she started to age and as a means of re-capturing his attention she decided to disfigure herself like this purposely. She is called the ‘lion woman.’ Because she went under the knife to have her face disfigured into that of a lion.
It is beastiality…in its highest form.
What a sick mind…and it truly shows what having too much money and nothing concrete to do with it…can bring about.
Finally, in closing… I got an comment today on my Chastity Bono blog…which has been getting a tremedous amount of hits lately. This particular person was very disenchanted with my statements regarding Chastity and her sex change. But he used a very interesting word while stating his point.
That word was… ‘transitioning.’
Evidently, this person felt that Chastity’s…or Chaz as she is calling herself these days…decision to undergo that surgery to remove somethings and to add some other things… Well, that it is just a simple little transition in life. To a degree we all have to go through some transitioning in our lives, I guess… overcoming some disappointments…some losses…some set-backs…aging….etc. But the altering of ones sex is a bit more deeper than a simple little transitioning phase. And I think most would agree with me about that.
I was reading something on a quakco doctor…one that performs a lot of these type of operations…sex changes…who is now a supposed woman himself. After having undergone the operation himself many years ago…it seems that all of his partners have been women who ‘underwent the operation.’ He became a woman…and they became supposed men. Which means…they kind of ended up in the same kind of situation that they would have been in…in the first place had they merely remained what they already had.
I wouldn’t let anybody who is not clear headed put a knife to me. Most of these surgeons are quakes and definitely…these so-called plastic surgeons.
We are living in a sick world…truly. And we should all be concerned about where this world is going…meaning….in which direction it is headed in. Things are being turned upside down.
And I am not really trying to pass judgement on anyone. Because we all do crazy things…and years later wake up having lots of regrets. I still regret some things…many things in fact. And in the process I have grown. But thank goodness I did nothing that committed me for my whole entire life to a big mistake. I was fortunate…no bless…because many can’t say that.
We can’t change people’s decisions about things concerning themselves…and what it is or isn’t that they want to do. Nor can we force things down people’s throats…or should we try. That is one of the greatest beauties of God…choice. He desires that we should have it…and with the hope that we make the right ones.
Well, the day is almost over. Its been quiet and I am trying to finish up on some things. I want to complete some things before the new year comes in. I want my book, THE BISHOP’S WIFE, to be out and available for sale…my website launched. And a couple of other things settled too.
And I look forward to it.
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Add a comment November 2, 2009
I was irritated that my son under any circumstance would find it okay for Chris or anyone of the male species to do what that boy did to that girl. He beat her…and one could say it was almost unmercifully done so.
I have really been trying to stay away from the subject because I do not know either him or her…nor much about them or their careers outside of this incident. But what did bother me was my son’s attitude and position on the subject.
I did see the pictures which had been released by the police showing how badly Rihanna, a young singer, had been beat at the hands of her boyfriend, Chris Brown. As young role models for thousands of teens who follow them closely…the incident sets a bad example and sends all the wrong messages to young teens regarding dating, abuse, power and acceptable male/female interactions…as well as, how to resolve issues and problems in a relationship.
Rightfully so, everyone with endorsements behind Chris Brown should drop him…as I have heard that for the most part they have.
I have no doubt that it has made Chris Brown think twice about his actions concerning taking his fist to fight his girlfriend…when males possess more than enough power to restrain and resist any attack against them from most women. So, yes…I believe that loosing all those endorsements have given Chris much to pause and consider.
So, much so that I have no doubt either that it has mostly been him trying to re-unite with Rihanna and get back their little relationship…because when you loose the kind of money I hear that Chris has lost since the story surfaced…not to mention his music being pulled from radio stations…and police charges.
If they don’t play you over the radio…your videos…it is all that is wrote for you…it is goodbye from there…the career is over.
You have got to have air time in order to sell music or anything else. Not to mention the legal charges. Yeah, I am sure…Chris went running to patch up that little miss understanding between him and Rihanna. I am sure…and real quick.
I wonder if he bought her a rock the size of the one Kobe bought for his wife?
Clearly, the type of anger exhibited by Chris Brown, a very young man of about 19 years of age…shows that he is indeed in need of intervention before it is too late…because someone at such an early age like him who exhibits that kind of rage or anger…may kill the next woman.
And my son has it all wrong…and I don’t care what he says.
And I better not catch him out there trying to beat up some woman. Or he will have to fight his mother next.
I think they are a beautiful couple.
Stop trying to bad mouth them with a bunch of nasty little rumors.
The Bible says…we can speak life or death into any situation…by the sheer power of the tongue.
What do they have to prove to us?
There are some people just jealous…and they seek to destroy any and everything thing or anyone they envy.
Out of all those Hollywood families…and Hollywood types…you do not see Will or Jada hanging out…or getting into trouble. Nor is there any bad press about them anywhere…or has there ever been. And then…along comes these ugly rumors.
Well, if you can’t find anything bad…I guess you just want to create it.
I admire and respect the Smith’s…Will and Jada…and their beautiful family. They are wonderful parents and excellent role models. I guess that might be why…the real reason why the rumors are flying.
Can’t believe that there are decent people in the world. But there are…look at the Obama’s another example of a great black family.
We do exist.
Biggie’s mother said, “Lil’ Kim is a white woman in a black woman’s body.”
How sick is that?
Since, Lil’ Kim showed up on Dancing with the Stars…with her new nose…people have been buzzing. In my opinion she has already wrecked the good looks she used to have…when she did the other things that she had done…including the over-sized boob job. If she keeps it up…she’ll be another one who won’t be able to leave the house without people running from her in fear…like Michael and some others.
Who in their right mind would really want to do this to themselves?
I didn’t see the movie…but my son is pretty good critic when it comes to some things. And I just happened to overhear a conversation about the movie…and everybody was agreeing on the same things. So, it has to be true.
And yes, the women on the tennis circuit have a good reason to be concerned over the 22 year old German, Sarah Gronert, who was born having both the male and female sex organs. Though a couple of years ago she had the male organs removed…she still remains stronger than any average woman because of her biological makeup.
Because of her biological makeup…having been born…both male/female…she does possess greater strength and endurance than
other woman could possibly have. And this would, therefore, give her a greater advantage over all of her contenders. Though they state that she has only won 2 tournaments since becoming a pro-player…it doesn’t mean that she wasn’t holding back her added strength until she really stepped into the big time…as she is only listed as being seeded as #619, compared to Serena being #1…and Venus #4 in the women’s world of tennis.
This reminds me of that story I shared with you a while back in another blog about the woman…who was really a man…who came to Salsa Soul, a lesbian organization, and joined…well, sort of. She had gotten really involved in the organization for a few months before the story of who she really was got around to all the members. Or I guess I should say…what she really was got around to all the members.
Though like Sarah has done…she was planning on having the operation. But unlike Sarah, however…she had not been born having dual sex organs…what they call in the new articles…male and female genitalia.
As I mentioned in my original blog on that story…the reason I refer to him as ‘her’…is really because that is what I met him as. Up until that point I had not met anyone like her. He was highly confused as I have come to now know and understand…as well as, I was. He wanted to live his life as a lesbian.
Yes, that is what I said…you have to read my original blog to come to understand the story.
But it was when she was appointed to become a board member of Salsa…that is when all the sisters and what was left of the founding mothers of the organization flew into Salsa one night and demanded a special meeting. They were not having it…and finally had it voted upon…that no one other than a ‘biological female’ from birth could become a board member of Salsa Soul Sisters, Inc.
Though she looked on the surface like a woman…I have no doubt that she possessed superior strength…but mentally could never really think like a woman…because it was not who she really was. All of her experiences had been different etc…etc… And besides…legally he was still a man…at that time.
My opinion on the subject. God does it best.
Even in regard to all that plastic surgery…God does it best.
The body is in constant evolution…from the time we are born until the day we die…our features change…age…mature. Sometimes for the best…many times for the best…but to some who would like to keep what they have…sometimes for the worst. But yet…God does it best.
Finally, I found this article to be highly bias and racist.
Here it is a woman journalist writing that women’s tennis has become boring and that women should not be paid the same amount of money as the men players. Had the top female players not been black…er- African Americans…I wonder if anybody would be complaining about the amount of money they were paid for winning tournaments?
I highly doubt it. These issues only come up when it is about us. It is a shame that we cannot celebrate each other…and our gifts…without bias-ness and racism showing its ugly head.
And he signed the agreement without the knowledge of his 2 other siblings…Martin the 3rd and Bernice King.
So, yes…little greedy Dexter is still at it.
How unfortunate for the other 2…but it is a wonder how the mother, Coretta Scott King, had removed Dexter from the foundation following several disputes with him over the direction he was trying to take the Dr. Martin L. King, Jr. Center for Non-Violence… at that time of which she was highly not in agreeance with.
Why would she have restored him as the head of the center if she knew then the type of disagreeable and selfish spirit that Dexter possessed?
So, Martin and Bernice…never become discourage…fight to the end. And even then continue to fight…because the tide always turns.
There was a point in our family matters…that I was told by my son-
“Ma, you’re not going to win. You should just go back to New York.”
At that time everyone on the planet would have agreed with my son. But God turned the table around. All the road blocks and stumbling blocks were swept away…and I am the one left standing. But for more than a few years it seemed that everything and everyone was against me. But it is true…you don’t need anybody else as long as you have the Lord on your side.
But I had considered what my son said…but conscience wouldn’t let me do it. It would have been far easier to have turned and ran from what was going on with my parent’s estate…and I figured- No, I knew…I was part to blame as I had never tried to intervene from the on-set though I was aware of the problems. But it was easier for me to look the other way at that time…until I was forced to come home and confront all the issues and problems that I had tried to avoid and had looked upon blindly for years.
I have had to pay for my errors…and have to work to build the bridges to bring our family back together. But I am the oldest and it is my responsibility…to not allow us to all fall apart from one another. Families are important…not really should they be allowed to be torn apart. But there comes a time where every ill thing must be addressed and corrected…and fallout does happen. In the end the family will be a lot stronger for it if it survives. But it has to happen…if indeed the family is to survive at all.
I have been so busy working on building my web site. As Fridays have rolled by…I have pushed hoping that by that weekend I would have at least posted a page or 2. It is not that I have not completed more than a few pages…but I am just such a stickler about everything. Everything has to be right…perfect…correct…the music…the photos…the navigation system…the color schemes etc. You name it and I become obsessed with it…but at the end of the day…you will not only like the site…but enjoy it. And that is all I will say on it for now…and hopefully by this Friday…I will have some pages posted. I’ll be working on it…believe that. Enjoy…
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1 comment March 22, 2009
Well, it seems that everybody has been hitting me up today trying to see what is going on with the Da Brat. Born April 1974, she is 34, and I am checking on it. But I haven’t tracked down any new info on her since last year when she was given a 3 year sentence for busting a beer bottle and cutting a waitress across the face with it.
But in looking up information on the da Brat while trying to find out what you may have heard…and I hadn’t. I came across these pictures of her.
From the very beginning I always thought that she was a cute girl…even as a little girl she was cute.
You do remember when we were all introduced?
In was back when this little boys group came out, KrisKross. They wore their pants backward and they too at the time were being managed by the then an emerging but little known guy out of Atlanta by the name of Jermaine Dupree.
Dupree was actually the manager who started popping up in the videos of his groups…long before the idea hit Puffy…I mean, P. Diddy. And for a while those little boys were cute…Chris and Chris…but that little girl…this little kid who they called Da Brat even then you could tell she had something.
The unfortunate part…is having something… and being able to do something with it. Having…and doing are 2 different things.
But, like I said…I always thought she was cute…and she was…and still is. But then she started getting rough around the edges. She was still cute…but she started emulating the boys. She had become boyish in her style and manner.
Perhaps, many of the hip-hoppers liked it…but to me it took away so much from her. Mostly it detracted from her natural beauty. Which she is…a natural beauty…kind of like that girl who used to be on that HBO show…The Wire…Snoop. That girl is absolutely beautiful… but you can’t really tell it. Because she has managed to harden herself so much.
But it was what da Brat wanted to do…and I guess maybe that Snoop girl too.
It was who da Brat was becoming…and to a degree she seemed to wallow in it…she was liking it.
From bar hopping to brawling…she was in and out of trouble. She was diggin’ on this one…and diggin’ on that one. She was back and forth in and out of court…and I watched and would hear little tidbits of news on her from time to time…always thinking whenever I saw her…that she was cute. And if she wanted to…she could be a really beautiful woman…if only she would grow up.
I wonder that now that she is sitting in jail if any of that has started to happen for her…the growing up process. And maybe while sitting in jail and contemplating her life and future…perhaps if she just happened to reach out to a little black book with those 2 little words inscripted upon it. That book could make all the difference in her life. It can make all the difference in the world to anyone’s life who chooses to follow it.
Never knew though that da Brat was Lisa Raye’s half sister. The world is small…and they both are very beautiful young ladies…upon whom God has a calling if they would allow Him to use them.
I have met a lot people in my life whose best years of their lives…were their yesterdays…or so they thought. And so they chose to stay there…always thinking and talking about yester-years.
Life moves on.
We do not come into the world moving backwards.
Our tomorrows should always exceed by far our yesterdays.
It is a mystery to me why these young ladies…and young girls of today who decide that they want to go into ‘the life’…why they are so drawn to being hardcore?
Perhaps as a kid…it may appear appealing to them. But as adults though …I think of it as being sad. But it seems to be the big thing today. Everybody seems to want to try it. And not just these young kids.
I have to smile every time I think of one of my aunts telling me that she had decided ‘to try it out.’ Just that statement alone lets you know how it went.
She was a woman very much into men. So, it was interesting to me that she would have allowed someone to talk her into such a thing. And do note…that all of this is coming from me…an ex-lesbian. But it was curious to me…and I guess a bit amusing to me now that I think back on her disclosing that information to me…because I never would have imagined my aunt doing such a thing. And she even told me with who. That alone should have been her big turn off…but they were friends.
You have to be careful about the sort of people you run with and call friends. That very woman years later I came to find out had been the grandmother of a few of my nieces…and the niece I wrote about in another blog who told me how her grandmother used to allow her husband..or boyfriend to have sex with her own grand daughter on a regular basis…when my niece was a very young child. At that time my niece was not part of our family as she came to us via foster care. But that woman was her maternal grandmother. Knowing such a thing would have turned my aunt’s stomach.
I had friends who used to ask me to take them with me to clubs…the gay clubs that I hung out at…I really guess I should say partied at…as I never really hung out. That was not the kind of life I lead. I had to be a bit more discreet…because of my profession and popularity. So, I partied outside of where I lived and worked. But when my friends asked me to take them out with me…I told them ‘no.’ If they wanted to get involved ‘in the life’…then they were going to have to find their own way there. I was not going to pull my friends into that life with me…and I didn’t.
But I see and hear women talking about it-
“So, who’s the aggressive one? You or your friend?”
I do not know why people have to be talking about such things…when I am passing by?
Some times I think that it is a fleeting thing…something hip today…something that people want to test out…dip and dab into. But then I am reminded of scripture…of the Benjaminites. Whole cities consumed by it. But there is a cure…and with it comes a re-newing of the mind.
Well, I hope you have enjoyed your day.
I went out walking. The snow did not last long…but it was wet and heavy. So, though it was not a lot…I had to put a bit more effort into shoveling it yesterday. But the sidewalks were all clear today…thanks to the sun. And my cold is getting better.
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4 comments March 11, 2009
I awoke to more than a foot of snow outside this morning. And it is still coming down steady. But I wanted to get a head start on the shoveling…so, I got up and out in it while it was still light and fluffy. It is much easier to shovel that way.
It has tailored off a bit now…but still coming down…and has been doing so all day. But I am still loving it. I feel blessed just to be able to get out in it and shovel it.
I just got off the phone with a cousin…in the Virginia Beach area. And she said that most of the neighboring towns around her closed down everything due to the snow down there.
While I was visiting with one of my sisters this morning after shoveling…whom I stopped by to visit upon my deciding to treat myself to a large cup of hot tea and cranberry muffin at Dunkin Donuts. Well, after all that shoveling…don’t you think that I owed myself something?
But I never made it to getting my cup of tea or my muffin. I did, however, end up having breakfast at one of my sister’s house…while there I saw a news segment on TV showing how the snow had hit as far south as Alabama straight up the East Coast.
Boy, those Williams girls are busy raking in the money.
This weekend Venus picked up another hefty check…this one in Acapulco for $37,000. Not bad for chasing down a bunch of little yellow balls. And they get to travel to some great places…like Acapulco, Melbourne, London etc…etc…all expenses paid. That is what I call living.
Kind of makes you wish that your dad had gotten you up early and taken you out to some local court as a little 9 or 10 year old child…and just started throwing balls at you.
Since that story on actor Morgan Freeman first broke shortly after he ran into a ditch or hit that tree down there in Mississippi…Freeman is beginning to truly understand that old time saying-
Well, as you may remember in my first blog on the story…Freeman’s wife, Myrna, didn’t waste any time hitting him with the divorce papers…like the very next morning. And in doing so she put herself in line to reap a hefty portion of his loot…somewhere near $100 million if not more. But as of Wednesday of last week…old Freeman was hit again.
Truthfully speaking…he would do better just running around in a dark alley carrying a couple of money bags with large dollar signs on them. I doubt that robbers in a dark alley would be as bad or hard on him.
But here is the kicker…the woman in the car. Yes, she was as I stated in the other blog …his white mistress…and ex-friend of his wife. Well, she rallied up her own lawyers and now she is after old Freeman too. She claims to have been a victim…injured party in the automobile wreck which left poor Freeman in the hospital with a busted up knee and other injuries as they had to be rescued from the damaged vehicle via the Jaws of Life…you know that heavy equipment used to prey open a car in order to get the occupants out of it.
The woman claims that Freeman was drinking excessively…one drink after another. And that he was highly intoxicated went he had gotten behind the wheel.
Seeing him take one drink after another…and knowing his condition when Freeman got into the car to drive them to whether they were headed…motel or alleyway, I don’t know….but I guess she had her pick. You really have to wonder why she got into the car with him knowing the state he was in…or at the very least…
Why she hadn’t offered to drive the car herself?
Perhaps, she too was drunk.
However, with all the drama currently in his life…there is little wonder why Morgan Freeman hasn’t been looking much like himself lately. The good part…his vehicle was insured. But if Demarius Meyer…who suffered head injury during the accident…which could mean memory loss, soft tissue damage, whip flash, neck and back injury etc…etc..well, if she gets her way…poor ol’ Morgan will have to pony up plenty more money. And this being taken into consideration…she could reach way pass whatever his insurance policy allows and put her hands directly into his pockets with regards to her claims of injury.
The thing about accidents…the injuries are not worth the money. And I don’t care what the amount is that someone may get in compensation. It is not worth it. Better to have not been involved in the accident in the first place…far better. But if you get injured…there is no option but to file a claim for injury…somebody has to pay for the medical bills that follow.
Once while going home from New York…I was traveling via an interstate bus…and the bus driver fell asleep at the wheel. There were about 6 of us on the bus…as prior to the driver falling asleep our original bus had had a mechanical problem so we had to wait on another bus to leave Port Authority. But the other bus did not have enough room for all of us. So, myself along with the driver and a few other passengers had to wait for the company to dispatch another bus for us.
It is funny…just laying here with my son’s laptop and typing this story now…I remember something I had forgotten. While waiting on that 2nd bus to come and pick us all up. My mind kept saying to me …I should go home. As you read this blog you will come to understand…that I really should have walked across and caught a city bus to the subway and done just that…gone home. And yes…I really should have gone back to my apartment that day. Just like my mind kept telling me…and it kept saying it over and over to me. Now, let me continue on with this story…
I always try to sit on the first seat across from the driver. So, that is where I was sitting…and because I had gotten up early to catch the first bus out of the terminal going my way that morning…I had awaken before 4 AM that morning. So, by the time I got on the bus…I was very tired.
So, when the bus driver fell asleep at the wheel…I was fast asleep. When I awaken I was on the opposite side of the bus. As my eyes came open I thought I was coming up out of my sleep…but I had really been knocked out…and was then knocked back conscious. I had been bounced from one side of the bus to the other…and it was my injuries that eventually over time told me and my doctors the story.
Therefore, by the time I was awaken…when I hit the other side of the bus…I had really been knocked back into a conscious. When I opened my eyes the bus was shooting off sparks as it scraped against the middle divider separating the on-coming traffic of I-95. I had no idea as to what had happened…even the fact that I was on the opposite side of bus had not registered in my mind at that time.
The bus driver eventually pulled off the concrete girder and continued to drive as if nothing had happened. A number of cars pulled along side of the bus blowing their horns and pointing to the side of the bus. The driver finally pulled to the side the highway and stopped the bus. I think that he was in shock himself…and maybe very much in denial.
I never knew what happened…but the driver started talking about how he had been up late…how he lived with an 85 year old woman etc…all kinds of crazy stuff. I felt sorry for him because I knew it would mean his job.
When the driver stopped we all got off the bus. At the time, I felt just a slight pain to my right arm…but I knew that we were all blessed to be able to walk off of that bus. I decided right then and there that I was not going to pursue a law suit against the bus company…because I was just happy that we had not been killed.
We waited along the side of the highway for yet another bus to come and claim us…which did sometime later. But no state trooper ever came to the scene…and none of us were ever checked out for injuries. We were put onto the other bus and continued on our journey as if nothing had ever happened. By the time I finally reached my destination…I never knew anything was wrong with me.
Later that night I was back in New York…and when I tried to called friends…I could not remember any of the phone numbers. I didn’t think anything of it…I just thought that it was nothing. You know one of those times when you try to think of something and can’t. But when I showered and went to lay down…and I was overcome by dizziness.
I had been involved in enough accidents to know that this was a sign that something was wrong with me. I thought that I could be bleeding internally…or something. I knew I had to get out and get immediately to the hospital. Luckily, the hospital was right around the corner from me. But by the time I started walking to the hospital…I was now fighting with an equilibrium problem. I was starting to loose my balance…and things were becoming blurry.
I willed myself into that hospital. By the time I got there as they began to ask me questions like what was my social security number…my birth date…etc…etc. I could not remember any of the answers…though as a rule this was information I could rattle off without much consideration. But I could not that night. This is when they rushed to admit me into the hospital emergency room…they also informed me that I had suffered memory lost from a level 3 concussion. At that time none of that meant anything to me…but that was the beginning of many more medical bills to come including surgery…and as I have already stated in a prior blog…I never say yes to surgery unless I feel I cannot do without it.
They kept me in the hospital the whole night not releasing me until after 9 AM the following morning. They had run every possible test upon me. Because when I had arrived at the hospital…they took my blood pressure and told me that I had been a walking candidate for a heart attack. All of this had been due to an accident…which I had already told myself-
“I am not going to pursue this.”
Because I thought that the only injury I had suffered was just a slight pain to my right arm…which was the very thing I had to later get operated on. Later I found out from a friend of mine who drove for Greyhound that the driver of our bus, from another bus company, was suppose to have waited until a state trooper had showed up at the scene of the accident…and that none of us should have been allowed to leave the scene of that accident until a medical team had come and checked us all out.
That accident could have killed me…because I had no clue what had happened to me during it or the amount of trauma it had truly caused to my body. I had been a walking candidate for a heart attack because of it…due to my blood pressure becoming so elevated. And I do not suffer from anything like that or anything else.
I now tell everyone that I don’t care whether they feel anything or not-
“If you become involved in an accident…go to the hospital immediately and get yourself checked out.”
If I had not had enough sense to get out of my apartment immediately and go to the hospital following being overcome by dizziness later that night…I might have fallen asleep…become incapacitated…and died that night…but by the grace of God.
Once I had walked into that hospital, however, the medical bills started. There was no option at that point but for me to have to pursue a legal claim against that bus company.
So, I have no doubt that that woman with Morgan Freeman during his automobile accident probably did get injured…considering the fact in particular that they had to be extracted from their vehicle by the Jaws of Life.
Once she had to start pursuing medical attention…she had a right to file a claim against him. Somebody has to pay for the medical bills…and it should be the party at blame.
I really do not have much sympathy for men who cheat on their wives…or women who cheat on their husbands. Oftentimes, the problems that emerge from the out of order relationship…are ones with great consequences as Freeman is now finding out. It just was not worth destroying his 30 year relationship with his wife. Not to mention all the money involved in their divorce and now the injury claims against him. And he also has charges of DUI which he also has to answer for.
In order to replenish the large sums of funds flying out of his pockets…Morgan Freeman would have to work for the rest of his life. And still may not earn it all back.
Yeah…when it rains it pours.
“Wouldn’t you say so, Morgan?”
And I guess that old Johnny Taylor hit, Cheaper To Keep Her…really is true. Yet ,another lesson for Morgan Freeman to ponder upon. Because his wife is definitely no joke…something which after 30 years of being married to her… he should have already known. She is taking him to the bank…and beyond. The other woman will just have to stand in line.
Speaking of accidents…once many years ago while riding on the local street bus…I saw a woman run across the street. She ran directly into the path of the bus and was hit by the bus. She fell down then got right up and leap onto the bus as if nothing had happened. The driver asked her if she was alright and he was prepared to take her information…and tried to make sure she was okay. But the woman said she was okay and continued to the back of the bus and took a seat. I think she might have been embarrassed…or in shock from being hit.
But I knew that the woman had made a foolish mistake…and I think the other people on the bus felt so too as there was a buzz about it.
She had just been hit by a very large bus. Getting hit by any moving vehicle may cause you injury…and highly serious injuries no matter what the speed of the vehicle was. Even if you do not feel anything at the moment does not mean that later on you won’t. You might not feel anything for a year or years…and then it comes upon you. But if you failed to put it on record…or failed to get yourself checked out medically… Well, if you do this…you will not have any type of legal recourse regarding your injuries and/or your medical bills in the future…near future or far future.
When I was injured on my job…I was never going to write it up. I was the person on that job who had the responsibility to file all the claims if a customer or employee suffered an injury in our building. But if it had not been for some customers who having seen me slip and fall…had not they continued to say you better write it up. I would not have done it. I was embarrassed…and didn’t feel much pain. I just felt a bit shaken up…and thought the little bit of pain I felt would pass in a couple of days. And it did…or so I thought. I never realized that I had began to become less and less able to do certain things.
I had slipped and fell in March…and it was not until August that I decided to go get it checked out. It didn’t hurt me…I just felt a slight bit of pressure to my right side. When I stepped into that doctor’s office…I have never worked again. I had been seriously hurt. And had not known it.
I went in to work day after day…and never realized anything regarding my developing limited physical capacities. So, when I stepped upon that bus where the driver fell asleep…I was already injured. That accident compounded my injuries…and I became worst.
Every accident can have serious consequences for you. Get yourself checked out…if it turns out that you end up having no type of problems from the accident…then great. But if so…you need to cover yourself.
Had I not finally decided to put in the paperwork concerning my own slip and fall…by the time I finally went to see a doctor several months later…I would have never have had any type of help concerning my injuries…or any type of legal recourse. I would have had to suffer from my own foolish behavior of being lazy…too lazy to put in the paperwork…too lazy to want to sit around in an emergency room all day or night..or .however long it took.
Following the accident where the bus driver fell asleep…and my decision to just let it go…had it not been for the dizziness that came upon later that night…which I would have just forgot about that accident. But what would have happened to me if I had been one of those people believing I could take an aspirin…and aspirin away my problem?
The problem was I had injuries…many injuries and serious injuries of which I had no knowledge of until later…and even to this day I am still realizing things caused to my physical being due to that accident.
Be wise…take the time to get yourself checked out. Do not be too lazy to go to the emergency ward following an accident. Many accident injuries do not show up until years later…but you cannot wait until they start to show up to put in the report. If you do…forget about your claim for compensation for injuries and medical bills. It vanished when you fail to put in the report at the time of the accident.
Well, God bless…
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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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