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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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1 comment February 28, 2009
It is kind of like going to church and hearing a sermon that really seeps down deep into your soul. And you leave church feeling…feeling good all over…and glowing all through the week whenever you think about it.
I experienced one of those this past weekend. It was at a school reunion…Black Alumni Conference for my college…and since the moment I received an email from a very unexpected person…well, I had been looking forward to seeing him.
The email that was sent to me was out of the clear blue sky…and it said-
“See you tomorrow.”
It had me on the edge of my seat. It intrigued me.
It had been some mere 40 years since seeing that wonderful smile and those teeth of life…but I remembered them well. And that face which they lit from day to day.
Midway through the evening the following night upon not seeing him, I whispered to someone…
“Willis said that he was coming. But I guess he must be running late.”
And to my surprise she informed me by poking out her little pinky finger saying-
He had been sitting directly in front of me…and… Well, I had not…well…he-he… Well, he was clean shaven. He looked corporate.
Gone was that big afro that marked his time in American history. He was bald…but when he turned and smiled in our direction. There it was…that smile…those teeth. They…they had not changed.
Upon getting the opportunity to speak with him…I did not fail to tell him of all that I had thought of him while we were in school.
Though he too had failed to recognized me…and that was okay, I still disclosed my undying love, my admiration, my appreciation and my respect for him. And he stood before me so gracious, so humble and so kind just politely thanking me all the while for every kind word.
And Willis, he was… He still walked like Willis. He still talked like Willis…his voice tone was the same. He was still pretty much basically his same size…and he still had that…that wonderful laugh.
Yeah…I may not have recognized him at first…but he was still very much Willis.
Willis kissed me.
Willis Kattrill kissed me.
He kissed me. And now I know how Peppermint Patty must have felt when Charlie Brown…excused me, when ‘Charles’ kissed her.
I can’t believe it.
Willis Kattrell kissed me.
And I have been smiling ever since. I have been feeling happy way deep down inside…because that…that…that Willis Kattrell…he-he kissed me.
Are you sure that I told you….that Willis Kattrell kissed me?
Now, nothing will ever be the same…because….well….because Willis kissed me.
And then he introduced me to his wife saying-
I groaned saying-
“Awh…Willis, she already knows.”
But just in case she didn’t…I tapped the table a couple of times just to emphasize the point saying-
“Baby, you got the prize…you got the prize.”
She got Willis Kattrell…and my what a prize.
He was standing behind me…and oh me, oh my…
I was suddenly propelled back into the 70’s listening to that laugh. My mind went back to when Willis had a big afro, when on occasions I would see those beautiful teeth appear from up under his wonderful warm smile.
That Willis Kattrell…he was one of the best looking guys of the campus…par none. And he was always a gentleman. And then, of course, he was the guy who took the time to teach me everything I learned in radio that had to do with basic board operation in the beginning stage of what would become my profession.
It was Willis…and I was so happy to see him.
And now…I am still smiling because… Well, because Willis Kattrell kissed me.
This is for every wallflower, plain Jane and fat girl out there who has stood around wishing she were like all the other girls. Remember this…Willis Kattrell kissed me. I never dreamed it. Well, this should give you all hope…time is the great equalizer, baby. And don’t you ever dare forget it.
Smile and have a beautiful day.
“Hey, are you sure?”
“Are you sure that I told you that…that… Well, that…that Willis Kattrell…that he…that he kissed me?”
“Did I tell you?”
Have a beautiful day…and thank you for reading.
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God bless…and thanks for reading ©2008
Add a comment October 23, 2008
So, I punched it up and I have to share it with you…not that I agree with it. But it is funny.
Most of what I talk about is serious stuff.
I am not a comedian…and couldn’t tell a good joke if I tried. Believe me.
“Ma, you are not funny.”
I consider Nikki Giovanni an icon and was happy to see that I could find some footage on her. And even though I don’t necessarily agree with all of her opinions in these clips…she is funny.
And we can all stand to laugh from time to time. And it never hurts to be able to laugh at ourselves every now and then.
So, smile…and enjoy.
I am happy to agree on those thing in which we can all agree and disagree on those that we do not agree upon. There is just no way that all people are going to agree on all things…or even most of the people. It is the way that it is.
I have 7 siblings…and none of us can agree on anything.
But the good part is when you can disagree and still love each other. That day hasn’t come in our household yet…and maybe not in the black community either. It is something for us all to work towards.
Well…. …God bless… …and enjoy your day. ©2008
1 comment July 22, 2008
As long as she was spending her own money on her own campaign…I do not see any reason why anyone should her bills for her. She knew as she continued to pour more and more into that sink ship she called a campaign that she was going way overboard. But nooo she didn’t care…because as much as she would like all of us to believe that she didn’t…she really could see the numbers for herself and she knew who was going to be the Party nominee. And the numbers never once said to Hillary that it was going to be her.
So, why pour in all that money?
I said it before in a eariler blog of mines…she did it because she knew she was going to try to railroad Obama into paying her back her own money. Thereby sabotaging him by trying to to deplete the funds that have been contributed to him to run his own campaign.
He should have just plain told her “no” and let that have been the end of it.
Lets face it do you really believe that Hillary Clinton wants Barack Obama to win?
She might be out on the campaign trail with him, but is her heart in it?
How could her heart possibly be into helping someone who at every twist and turn during the Democratic Primaries she tried to sabotage?
She was bitter down to the very end. And continuously and tirelessly tried to ensure that Obama come November would not stand a running chance. She was like a viper spewling out poison with vitriol. And highly toxic she was.
Then how could you expect such a woman to turn around and suddenly become your ally?
It is out of sync.
When she finally came around somewhat and claimed she liked and respected Obama…that was nothing but pure jibarous. Something she said because the Party forced her to.
Obama, after all, had stolen her glory, her undying legacy of forever being locked in the annals American History…he stole her thunder. And he did it with grace, with ease, with style, with youthfulness, with zeal, without malace and without breaking a sweat.
Whereas, Hillary sweated every primary, every debate, every question by the press…she sweated. And when sweating couldn’t get it…she cried.
Hillary saw her stinging moment in history just breeze by her from day one when Idaho lead the way.
Obama was like a gazelle…swift and graceful dashing to the end of the race from the word “go!”
“This election…this primary it should have been mines.”
“What is he doing?”
“Doesn’t he know who I am?”
“I’m Hillary Clinton the first woman President of the United States. The first First Lady to ever emerge as a canidate for the Oval Office. The first woman Commander and Chief. That’s me. Does’t…does’t he know…who I…I am…”
“…et tu, Brutus?”
The venom that Hillary spewed out can’t be withdrawn. She planted her bitterness in the hearts of many of the people who supported her…and that was her intention. It did not happen by error. Her desire was that since it could not be her…she was going to do her best to throw the race to the White House for Obama…by insighting race, bigotry, hatred, ignorance and a little something she learned from George Bush…that always works.
Hillary continuously yelled foul and cried out sexism. She who had come from Corporate America before leaving Arkansas with Bill.
What could be more racist and sexist than Corporate America?
Though yes…I must say that Corporate America has made some in-roads over the years. They certainly have far more minorities, Hispanic, African-American, Asian and women etc. heading up large corporations today than ever before. But yet those down the chain still face the trials and burdens of sexism and racism everyday…and some of those at the top, as well.
Hillary would call attention to things singling them out as being sexist or chuvinistic playing to the sentiments of women. And they bought it line, hook and sinker.
And to some degree I believe Obama has bought into it, as well.
My sentiment on the matter is this.
If Obama has gotten this far with Hillary pulling down on him…imagine just how much further he can go now that that albatross is from around his neck.
FIRST WOMAN PRESIDENT…
I have never understood the whoola over Hillary and the excitement of her being the first Woman President.
Perhaps, I just missed something.
But I never understood what Hillary being the first Woman President would do for me as a woman.
I come from a family that taught if you want something you have to go out and work for it. And you had to work harder and smarter than most people. That is how we grew up. Now, how is Hillary becoming President going to effect some kind of change for me?
Now, Obama… I can right off tell you what his being voted into the White House would do for my son, for the boys in my neighborhood, for the young black men in prison. What an up-lift after being on the under-belly for so long.
I saw what a great role model he was. An educated mind who was not afraid to give back. A politician with real genuineness…and where can you find that in politics? Certainly not in Hillary.
I saw the pluses for America in him immediately.
What other President had lived and went to school abroad in various countries? He had had an opportunity to know and see how other people live, think and feel. He is not colored by the one-way preception of our Western Culture and thinking. This gives him a better and broader prespective on the world and world issues that no other President has never had or been able to bring to the table before him.
There are just so many pluses with Obama as President that clearly just being woman…well, that alone could never quite be enough…not for me.
Though I must say, I would be the first to say don’t count women out. There are some women who could run rings around Hillary.
I liked Geraldine Ferraro and would have loved to have seen her go all the way when she ran. I also loved Shirley Chisholm and Angela Davis when they ran for the White House. I loved loved loved Ann Richards…she was fantasic…and I frankly can’t see how George W. Bush could have fairly have won anything from her. In 2004 Carol Braun Moseley, also out of Chi-town, ran for the White House. Maxine Walters and many of the other Black Women in Congress, I really not only love them but hold them with the highest regard and respect, and admire their relentlessness diligence in regards to doing their jobs well for their constituents. Those women are some bad sisters. And that lady governor in Michigan…that lady…she’s something.
Gena Davis maybe. I absolutely loved her in that show “Commander and Chief.” She really was so Presidential…and at 6’2″ or something up there…lets just say she commands attention.
And if you want to see another show that shows a woman in leadership…you simply have to see this movie that ran for a few nights on PBS. It was about a woman who managed a grocery story who somehow finds herself running for Minister of England. She wins and she has the patience and grace, yet smarts and compassion, and no prior experience in politics but yet she manages to move a country in way that it had never moved before. A definite must see for any woman aspiring to run for the top seat in the country.
I have seen women…real women who commanded authority, walked with dignity, spoke with power and looked on with humility, knew how to gather up their humility, sucked it up but never stopped, pushed when they were suppose to be too weak and crying, showed strength when needed as others cowed down…sat in a seat when others walked to the back and stood up and never said a word as they lead her to jail.
Women who stood crying when they had no power because their families were being thrown apart.
Women who lead underground railroads, carried shot guns and weren’t afraid to use them.
Women who commanded attention delivering speeches speaking in broken Engish…but everyone understood when she cried… “Now, ain’t I a woman?”
Women who scrubbed and cleaned and ironed clothes for a living and never asked anybody for a dime.
And Hillary is a millionaire…and how dare she intrude upon Obama’s sense of Party Unity to hit him up for even 50 cents to impart upon her for a debt she rode up knowing that she was not going to be responsible for paying back. A leisure that most everyday people, whom she claimed to be so akin to, just couldn’t afford to do…not without having to go to jail.
They call it passing bad checks.
So, Hillary doesn’t deserve one penny from Obama. He owes her nothing. Yet he has never said one bad thing about her. For that alone she should more than happy to support him. For he has shown that saying in Bible where it states, “…Do good to them that hate you, and pray for them which despitefully use you…”
I’m suppose to be sleeping right now because by this time tomorrow night we will be on the road to Detroit. And I am looking forward to it. Going to a big church convention…an annual event. And it is my first time going. I look forward to sitting in on as many workshops and sessions I can possibly sit in on. But I will not go to Detroit without stopping by Motown. I cannot go to Detroit and not go to Motown…I just can’t.
I will be writing when I can…and I am sure that I will have a lot to say. For as you can see…I’m pretty wordy. Can’t help it…it comes with being highly opinionated. Hopefully I am generating some thought though.
Well, hope you have a great 4th… Thanks for reading my blog. Remember I welcome your responses…so feel free. And if you get out on the highway…please drive carefully. I’m taking the laptop with me so I will be writing through the week and weekend.
It is 3:53 in the a.m. and I am due to have a long day tomorrow. Oh, it’s already tomorrow… God bless…. 2008©
Add a comment July 1, 2008