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Well, it is Black History Month. And I really can’t remember when this actually took place… the year when a young 15 year old youth went south to Mississippi from Chicago, to spend the summer with relatives in the south.
In looking back at a newspaper article on the story, I see where it took place in 1955. The summer Emmett Till went to spend what was to be his lastsummer visiting those cousins, and an aunt and uncle down south. Because somewhere during that visit in August 1955 it was said
that Emmett took certainly liberties with some white woman. He got out of place… he crossed that divide that colored and white were not to cross… because he was just being a young innocent kid… unaware of the do’s and the don’t of the then… and maybe still in some parts of the south.
Supposedly young Emmett while in this woman’s family store had told the white woman how he had dated a woman just like her up in Chicago. And upon leaving the store it was said that young Emmett Till gave that woman 1 of those big long whistles, that men did back in that time when they thought a woman was beautiful… somewhat of a wolf call or something.
It was that story of Emmett Till which always colored me and my thoughts about how when you leave home… if you lived north of the Mason/Dixon Line… how you should behave very differently if you were to go down south.
Something like how you had to remember when you crossed that line …that Mason/Dixon Line going into the south, that you were no longer in the north… or in your little Northern town or big city, like Chicago or Detroit. And how remembering this… that this ‘black and white thang’ could possibly save your life.
I recall once just we had crossed that line 1 summer on 1 our many drives south to visit my grand mother in the south, that once we pulled up to a motel where my mother sent me out to go inside and ask how much it would cost to get a room?
An occasional stop at a motel to freshen up used to be a habit of my family sometimes while we were making the more that 20 hour trip down south to Florida. But this particular day as I almost was about to reach for the door leading into the motel office, out came running two black boys… or teens… something I couldn’t really tell how old they were as they came running through that door shouting back to me, ‘Get of of here! Go! Go!’
I immediately ran back to our car and reported to my mother and father what those 2 boys had told me as they had whizzed pass me and shouted for me to get out of there.
Suddenly, my mother started screaming at me to get in the car… and she started hollering they ain’t gonna take my sons. ‘They ain’t gonna take my sons.’
Boy, I had never seen anything like it or ever heard my mother react in such a way. But years later I understood.
At that time my brothers were young kids… maybe 10 or 11 or something like that. But my mother having grown up in the south… my being a Jamaican had grew up in Jamaica so he had not really experienced any that Jim Crow stuff of the deep south. But my mother knew it well. And she knew that it would not matter to white folks that my brothers had not robbed or done whatever those 2 boys had done… but that they were black and that in of itself would have been enough for my young brothers to have been taken …in place of the real crooks or whatever they were who had come running out of that motel office.
I do not think we ever again stopped at another motel in all the years we continued to travel back and forth to Florida after that.
For years, I think that up until this very point I had always felt that Emmett Till should have been told how to behave, and carry himself while down there in the south. I always thought it was his mother’s fault for not sitting him down, and telling him how to behave down there when it came to being around white folks. It was the typical blaming that many people do when they blame the dead for being dead. Like some people blame Trayvon Martin for being out late… or out in the rain in that white neighborhood when he got shot and killed.
I thought that way because I was stupid. I was blind. Ignorant of the fact that many times it just didn’t matter what we did do or not, irregardless there was a very likely could still come up dead
He was a kid. And you could have told him something a thousand times, and would you believe you wouldn’t have to tell him it again… as we all do when it comes to talking to our children?
Emmett Till did not live in the south. Nor was there any reason for me to believe that what had been said regarding that story had been true. For you see, evidently I had believed something inappropriate must have been done for those white men to go in the middle of the night seeking this young boy, regarding something something he had said and/or done.
That is the irony of it. How readily we eat up the things we see or hear.
It had been a lie. It had all been a lie. And because some white woman had lied on her son, Mrs. Till was forced to go down to Mississippi and collect the bloated remains of her young teen age son, her only child… I think… and bring him back to Chicago in order to bury him.
Years later after Emmett Till had been viciously murder by a group of white men in the middle of the night, after going to his relative’s house and demanding that they send him out to them or they would burn them out and all up in their home.
How could that woman possibly live with herself after that?
Years later, I moved to Chicago and while working as a church secretary for a pastor by the name of Dr. A. L. Reynolds, Jr., I was told something by Dr. Reynolds, who pastored Sixth Grace United Presbyterian Church, at Cottage Grove and 35th Street, on the South Side.
Dr. Reynolds 1 day came into the office and for some reason began telling a story, of how he had had to run away from his home, which had been back in Arkansas. The reason he had to pick up and get out of there he told me, was because some white woman wanted him and he didn’t want her. That is exactly how he put it. He said, ‘she wanted me. But I didn’t want her. So, I had to leave.’ Because I did not want her to lie on me. Because in those days a white woman could say a black man raped her and they (meaning the other white people… mostly men) would kill him.
So, Dr. Reynolds said he got of Arkansas as quickly as he could.
And he said he left Arkansas running because he didn’t want her to tell a lie on him.
Through the our history in this country many black people have found it necessary to get up and get out of town in the middle of night, headed north or to other points unknown. Because they were afraid of some type of bad consequence which might take hold upon them… or befall them due to a lie… or some white person wanting something that belonged to them.
It comes to mind that even in Biblical text Abram lied. He was forced to lie when he and Sarah went to enter Egypt. And he became afraid that the king… otherwise known as Pharaoh… would want his wife, Sarai…as she was then before being renamed by God Sarah. Because the Bible says she was fair and goodly to look upon.
So, Abram felt that he would be killed by Pharaoh. So, therefore, told Sarai that they should say that he was her brother rather than her husband.
The end of this story is that Pharaoh and the people of his kingdom are overtaken by what the Bible calls a ‘great plague.’ Pharaoh questions Abram and asked him why he had not told him that the woman, Sarai… was his wife?
We come into the 21st Century now, some more than 60 years later and now we hear that the white woman who had told her husband and his white buddies, that Emmett Till had whistled and spoken to her… a white woman inappropriately… that she had lied.
All that pain and heartbreak … tears shed had been over a lie.
A young boy was pulled and dragged out into the dark of night… tortured and beaten …then partially burned and thrown into the river… to be found days later a bloated beyond recognition dead decomposing body. Because that woman lied. And now …I guess on her death bed… or on her near death bed she tells the truth… that she lied about the whole thing.
How did that woman do that… when she knew what the consequences for any black man would be?
She knew what times she lived in. But just did not care. She told that lie knowing that some out of control white drunken men were going to go and find them a white boy, and have what they called ‘have some fun.’ While they enjoyed torturing him and beating him…and eventually killing him.
How did this young boy respond?
Can you imagine what was going through his mind and heart… scared beyond his wits…
kicked…slapped…punched… stomped… cut… lit on fire…
And all because some white woman thought it nothing to lie on him. And me thinking years later that it had been his fault… because nobody every trained him properly how to behave around white folks.
This reminds me of how I hear black commentators on television now when they are talking about black men being shot and killed by white police officers. Everybody saying they should have kept their hands on the dashboard… or where they could be seen… or not moved too quickly… etc… etc… etc….
Blaming the victim because racist people still abound….
Well, God bless… It was sleeting a little bit this morning. But I hope it is nice and warm
where you are. Have a good day all… and remember it’s BLACK HISTORY MONTH. “pass it on…” http://www.bsmith101.wordpress.com ©2017
Add a comment February 8, 2017
I’m sorry but I can definitely not agree.
I understand how the world now feels that it must agree with every whim that comes rolling along, in order to not offend anyone.
But what about what is right?
Should we forsake everything that is right in order to appease everything in this world?
I think not. And I also believe it puts this world … though it has already been… on the road to destruction long ago… but it is just edging closer and closer to it.
It appears to me that we at this moment in history …we are creating our own pitfalls and devastation.
You cannot run with everything and believe you will finish the race successfully. Somewhere along the line something falls… or everything begins to fall out of your arms. This means you loose something.
We are loosing many things these days… and it mostly boils down to primarily loosing our way as people… as a civilization …as people who live in a ‘real world.’ Not a make-believe world… anything we want to be… or anything we want it to be world. But a REAL WORLD… with REAL WORLD ORDER… standards… qualifications… variety… and variances created by God. Not by us.
God created this world order. And He created it as He would have it to be.
Can man upset world balance?
Yes, man can.
When we go tinkering with things which we should not be tinkering with problems are sure to arise. And they have.
This whole cross dressing and transgender thing is going to destroy this planet. And this thing is booming.
There is a problem which arises when we start picking and choosing what gender we decide we should be. Or maybe what gender we decide we are going to raise our children as being… like saying you wanted a boy but got a girl.
So, you arbitrarily decide you are call your girl Sam and dress her only in clothes of boys… and have her live her life as Sam. And never let her in on the fact that she is a girl… but tell and teach her as if she is boy.
So, Sally grows up believing that she is Sam. Now, this is hypothetical. I just going somewhere with this scenario.
Now, Sally did not realize until some time in school that she … or rather he (Sam) was different from all the other boys. She noticed that perhaps she looked more like a girl. Then she noticed that she had started to develop breasts. When she was in the boy’s bathroom she noticed that she was missing something that all the other boys seem to have when they peed.
But you raised Sally believing that she was Sam.
You thought that you were God. That you could create whatever you wanted your child to be. When God gave you the child He had deemed for you… a girl… not a boy.
Now, Sam is having problems at school. He is disassociating from all the other kids. He feels that he does not fit in. He feels different.
Most of us grew up feeling different. Many of us grew up feeling like we didn’t fit in. These are natural emotions for kids to go through… except for those who happen be popular and always seem to be in the midst of plenty of people who rush to be with them.
But you weren’t 1 of them. When you look into the mirror you see somebody else. You feel like if you could be somebody else… that then you would be happy. Maybe you wish you were your sister or brother or a different sex. Or your mom or dad. And you begin to become that someone else.
Kids are always pretending… and playing make believe. But when does this become something else for some kids or teens… or even adults?
It becomes something else as long as you harbor or meditate of being that different person… that you begin to fantasize yourself to be. And after a while you meet up with someone… because it only takes 1 mixed up and highly confused person to send you on a trip you may never come back from… a trip to convert yourself into a fantasy you.
It is all make believe. Because we are who we are… and there is no changing it no matter how many pills are taken. How deep the voice may get… or how much facial hairs you get… or breasts you develop. You really can’t change you.
Oh, outwardly yes. But inwardly… no. And that inside person who really determines who you truly are. And it goes beyond your DNA… and THAT you definitely cannot change.
So, you change your name, your driver’s license, your city or town… and the pretense really begins. Because you are looking for a fresh start as this ‘new you.’
Though you may be able to deceive many people. The issue is… how long can you keep up the pretense. Because everyday you step out the door pretending to be who you were not born to be is really just a pretense… and you will never ever be able to get away from that.
What I find interesting is how in the world do people who go through all this really believe that becoming …or attempting to become another gender means that they are not gay?
Do they not want to engage in sexual activity with someone of the sex they are pretending to no longer be?
Then how can this not be gay behavior?
Oh, because you now associate yourself as the opposite sex… and call yourself ‘he’ rather than ‘she’… you believe that you automatically became the ‘he’ or ‘she’ you wanted to be?
Do not deceive yourself. It is all a charade. And the only 1 who got fooled was you.
Men who want men… are not going to go for a man who becomes a woman. Because if they wanted a woman they could get a ‘real’ woman… not some one pretending to be 1.
Women who love women… might like a dyke looking woman… many like that … but not all. But if a woman wanted a man, do you not believe she could find herself a ‘real’ man… and not someone playing and eating pills to be 1?
And therein lays the problem for these people who get these sex changes. They discover that that fantastic change that they were hoping for … that was going to make them happy ever after because they were now who and what they felt they had truly been born to be… wasn’t the happy every after that they hoped it would be.
Come on wake up.
So, no I’m not in agreement to the Boys Scouts of America allowing transgender girls into the scouts. Because primarily… because these girls are still girls. Down beneath they still have their vagina.
So, what happens if out on the trail a couple of over zealous boys decide to teach her a thing or 2?
As quietly as it is kept in the military this is quite an issue. Female women in the military get raped… and this happens in large numbers. Female girls on campuses get raped… and this too happens in large numbers… as much as most campuses try to squash it from getting out.
It is a reality.
And why would any girls really want to put herself through watching a bunch of boys with ranging hormones …taking a leak.
And no, I am not into transgender bathrooms either.
And I do not believe I have to go along in order to get along.
I will not forsake my core principles in order to make other people happy. I just cannot do it.
Do you really want me to become a liar by calling him ‘she’ when I know that he is not
I can’t go to hell trying to play other people’s games. I am sorry… and I mean you no
harm. But just do not ask me to play.
And I do not believe in being politically right… when politically right goes against my religious right to not lie… or condone lying or stealing… or deceiving… or fornicating… or adultery … and you know the rest. I just cannot.
So, don’t ask me. Because I have enough things that I may have to answer for of my own without me playing your game …adding to my list…
Now that I have addressed my thoughts on this subject please enjoy the rest of your week. And I know that I’ll get a few responses on this… but that’s is okay.
We are not all going to agree. But 1 thing is for sure we trying to agree on too many things… when most people who play like they agree really do not. So, at least I am honest. And I am not a hater… but a firm believer that the truth is the truth… and hopefully because I spoke truth somebody will be set free…
And anyone… so-called parent who does this thing purposely to their child or children really should be arrest for child abuse. Because they putting their child into the pit of hell… and creating for them a life that cannot lead them to any form of happiness by playing something that they are not.
Do not ruin the life of your child by making them a transgender child. One thing when a person who is old enough to decide certain things for themselves. And quite another when crazy parents do it to their children.
Well, God bless… I’m out. Thanks for reading my blogs. Please be sure to continue to share this blog site with your family, co-workers and all your friends… “pass it on…” http://www.bsmith101.wordpress.com ©2017
Add a comment January 31, 2017
I saw the video that Kim says someone took of her during a service some night at her
church, when Kim Burrell goes off the chain proclaiming her dislike of gay people… with particular reference to those in the church.
I also saw the video that Kim made backing or attempting to back away from much of what she said in that video, of her ranting about gay people. My thing in watching this video was this.
‘Kim if you really feel about gay people as you said while standing in the pulpit. Then why back down from it… if you feel that what you had said was right?’
Cause you see if I say something that I think is right… then I am not going to back down from it. Oh, I can change my mind… yes, regarding my thinking. But if I feel that I am correct in my thinking then I am not going back away from what I believe. And I don’t care who may not like it. Unless… again… if I think about it and later begin to regret what I said… or how I said it. Or I might even discover that I was wrong… because that does happen too. And has happened to me.
I mean I would be lying if I said I never regretted saying something. It happens all the time to many of us. We spoke too fast. Or mis-spoke…
But the way Kim was going on and on in that pulpit… I would have to say that she was really versing her sentiments quite definitely. And if what I heard in another video was correct… in that what that person said about her husband, whom Kim is now either divorced from or separated from for some years now… was that he was gay.
I would say that might cause a woman to go on and on about hating gays. That woman who used to sell orange juice years ago… I forget her name. She had been an ex-Miss America when she came out strongly against gay people back in the latter 70’s or 80’s… and boy did they slam her. She lost all kind of contracts behind that… and the orange juice industry was quick to get rid of her. But what a price that industry paid in revenue losses when gay people boycotted orange juice… and boycott it they did. And they won.
With regards to Kim Burrell… whom I often have found to be sharp with her tongue… I find it hard to believe that she did not think about her wardrobe person, or her make-up person, or her hair stylist or everybody else who may possibly be on her team, when she is preparing to get up to perform… because most of them are gay. But I am sure that hit home shortly after she realized that that video got out… had been uploaded on youtube, and the calls started coming in to her.
This is America and, of course, Kim Burrell like everybody else in
America has a right to an opinion on whatever she wants to have an opinion on… whether I may or may not agree with her on it.
But where I thought Kim Burrell went too far …was for her to be standing in the pulpit and talking about certain things… like men having ‘p___nis’ in their mouths. Or women with their breasts shaking in front of another woman. It was a bit too much.
Kim went overboard and that is what more than anything I believed killed her… and took away from anything that she was trying to say. She was not preaching… nor was she teaching. But Kim was spouting out vicious remarks of feelings, that maybe she had been harboring for some time and just felt it was okay… for some reason or other… to release those sentiments into the atmosphere at that time… in that church service.
I am a firm believer that the pulpit is not for all types of conversations. Nor is it a place for where we should be standing in it believing that it is okay to just say whatever comes into our narrow minds. The sanctuary and …certainly the pulpit is ‘holy.’ It is holy ground and it is not meant to be a place where we preach hate or condemnation.‘
Who are we to condemn people as though we too were not once lost in sin?
This is the problem I have with many people in the church. They act as though they were never once sinners.
And I really get tired of hearing those people who say, ‘I’ve been saved since I was 3.’
Are you really trying to tell me that since you were a child… and supposedly became saved that you never once sinned?
I will bet that you sinned more than once. And probably did things I never thought to do.
So, the devil is a liar. And those people need to stop telling that ‘I’ve been saved since’ lie.
Why do people want to pretend that they are so holy and righteous …when they are filled with such ‘high looks,’ bigotry and animosity against not just gay people… though gay people always seem to be at the top of everyone’s list… but against everybody but fornicators… adulterers… liars etc….etc…etc.. Because THAT list certainly goes further than just being gay.
Some of these same people voted Donald Trump into office and saw no sin in him. I would not have believed that either… had I not heard and seen them at our national convocation in St. Louis. It was quite disturbing to me. And a couple of them… bishops even… I had to set straight.
Speaking of bishops. Some of these very people are ‘the corrupters.’ Stealing away the lives of many of these young boys, by feasting on them sexually …while proclaiming something else in the pulpit and making jokes about ‘limp wrist.’
This thing is sad. And there are a bunch of hypocrites in the church… in the black church and white church… and everything in between.
Yeah, they can proclaim they hate them… but they lead the choir… play the instruments… sing the sermonic solo.
So, stop playing with yourself… and trying to preach hate, when their is a cleansing that needs to take place. And it is in the hearts of each and every one of us because we have been commanded to love… not condemn or chastise folk because we act like we can’t stomach their sin.
It is not for you to stomach. God who is the creator and is also the finisher. And you don’t know who he is going to clean up and place over you.
He can turn everybody around. Did He not turn you around?
Oh, I forgot. He is still working on you, Kim and everyone else who thinks like her.
I was at the convocation 2 years ago when that guy came out and started proclaiming, ‘I
ain’t gay no more.’
That whole service was like being in the midst of a comedy show. That guy from Orlando who was suppose to preach… was beside himself …just like Kim. And practically the whole area was eating it up… they were rolling over in laugher of this guys homophobic tyrants.
It was so good to them that the video department sold out of that dvd that night… and could not keep up with the demand for it. This I know not because I tried to buy it… but because the next day while waiting on my ride back to my hotel a bunch of people were still laughing over that mockery of a church service. I sat through it, yes… but it was all I could do not to get up and walk out on that guy that night. And I would have had I thought my courtesy driver was outside to take me back to my hotel.
We should stop all this ‘gay mess.’ It is not the only sin… need you think of what you are doing that God may be angry at. Because at the end of the day… that is what really should concern you more than anything else. Because when you shut your eyes… it won’t be that gay man in the choir or up the street whom you will have answer for. But your behavior towards them will surely be an issue before God.
I think we all need to read the Bible more. Because somewhere along the line you are all missing something when you attack anyone who is lost in sin.
And I think that any pastor or anyone who calls him or her self a pastor …or whatever who
invites someone to come and preach at their church and says, ‘You can come to preach but don’t mess with my sissies.’
I think that person needs to remove themselves or the church remove him or her… because they are users. But not Godly. They rather see people not hear the truth… and I am not talking about a bunch of harsh and hard words of condemnation… but ‘the truth’ as to what the Bible says because they desire that everybody in their church or under them know what God desires in order for us to sincerely get into heaven…
Let us not chase people out of the church. But let us work on trying to allow God to do His perfect work in them. The Bible says, ‘faith comes through hearing the word of God.’ They must be allow in the church… so that they do not go to ‘gay churches’ and sit up in there believing that everything is alright… and while they play church that they can make into heaven.
Let us not be that mean …or selfish. Thank God the doors of the church were open for us… or we too would still be out there doing whatever it was that we used to do. And many of you still do… if the truth be told….
Well, God bless… Well, I finally got my chance to say what has been on my mind concerning this subject. I just hope that people will come to love and respect one another and all of our differences. I hate sin and it hurts for me to see people languishing in it. I have many gay friends … and even some family members whom I know will be lost if they fail to change. But I pray that God call them out as He was so kind and gracious enough to do me. And that they have an ear to hear… and God gives them a desire to come out… and stay out.
Well, God bless… I’m out. Thanks for reading my blogs. Please be sure to continue to share this blog site with your family, co-workers and all your friends… “pass it on…” http://www.bsmith101.wordpress.com ©2016
Add a comment January 9, 2017
Today I have been reclassified. And I have been smiling…really chuckling to myself since.
While waiting on the bus…which I had to dragged myself out of bed, shower and get dressed to get to. And I said all of that because knowing that if I didn’t want to waste my day today…I needed to get out and catch the bus.
Well, who wants to catch the bus?
So, I finally got out to the bus stop after deciding to make myself some Cream of Wheat…which I have really been enjoying for the past few days. It has been years since I have eaten it…but I woke up with a taste for it one day and I have been indulging myself since.
But it has been a long time since I have taken the street bus. And I needed to get downtown to the college where I am using their software to build my web site. Knowing that I would not have the truck today…it was the bus or not go. So, I decided the bus. But since I haven’t been on the bus for a while…I was not sure how much it now cost.
When I arrived at the bus stop there was a young guy on his cell…and finally when I saw the bus coming I decided to ask him how much it cost. So, I said-
“Is the bus still a dollar?”
He looked and kind of hesitated for a moment then smiled somewhat and said-
“For you 65¢.”
I didn’t quite understand what he meant when he said-
It was like they were having a special or something just for me. So, I asked him again saying-
“How much for you?”
“For me (meaning him) it’s a $1.25.”
Then he kind of grinned at me saying-
“But for you (meaning me) it’s 65¢.”
I still didn’t understand the ‘for you’ part of our conversation. And it must have been written on my face because then he kind of looked off as someone searching for the right words…then he looked back at me saying-
“For seniors its 65¢.”
I have to admit he seemed so embarrassed in being forced to say it…and that I found to be quite funny.
I have been called many things but never in my life before have I ever been called that.
So, between all my smiles…let me just inform you right now…that…
Well, I have been re-classified. I guess today I have been designated as a ‘senior.’
That is so funny to me. It reminds me of one day about 10 or so years ago while downtown Brooklyn and I was getting ready to cross the street. And this guy…this…this man…about 30 or 40 years old called me ‘ma.’
You will not know how insulted I was. Here he looked like he was all of 40 or something himself and here he was calling me ‘ma.’ I wanted to grab him and start beating him…calling me ‘ma?’ Are you kidding me…that was what I thought…and I was mad.
I was not accepting that…but today was different…I found it cute. The young guy today had done everything he could to keep from calling me a senior citizen…and I just could not understand what he was trying to say until he finally said it. And it was funny to me. And I have been smiling every since.
I do have gray hair…I come by it legally. Daddy’s hair was pure white…and I am very proud of having my father’s hair. I have even been complimented on it. It is pretty…and then the other half of my gray hair I earned. And I mean…I have earned it. Worries and problems, baby. They will do it to you too.
So, yes…as of today I have been re-classified. And now I expect to get all kinds of discounts…and all those little perks that come along with my new classification. (smile)
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Add a comment February 25, 2009
Okay…okay, already. After reading my in-take box and seeing that people keep hitting this blog looking for info on Puffy…I mean P Diddy…I finally decided to do a little somethang somethang. So, here it is.
It is not a secret that Sean Puffy Combs considers himself to be the real “Mr. Big.” High roller…big time spender and entrepreneur extraordinair…who happens to be personally responsible for creating such mega stars as Biggy Smalls, had a hand in Mary J. Blige’s career amongst others. Little wonder Puffy as he was then known was on target for where he is today.
The one time apprentice of Andre Harrell of Uptown Records….P. Diddy who once co-sponsored the party that ended in the death of at least 2 students during a party at Hunter College. Puffy…or P Diddy as he now calls himself is raking in the green…and burning it up equally as fast. Trying to keep up the image doesn’t come cheat. And believe me it is all about image.
From lavish yachts to high class resturants…and top shelf drinks…P might believe that he has it all. Widely looked up to among the hip-hop world the former Howard University student who used to jump Amtrak going back and forth between DC and New York City…now rides in nothing but style…try Bentleys for one…then limousines etc…
Though his claims as a bad boy for life may not really be true. One thing for sure he is smart. And has managed to reinvent himself a couple of times. I must say that his production of Lorraine Hansberry’s play “Raisin in the Sun” was simply great.
Though as a rule I think Piddy can’t act but based upon the reports of what he did to get him into being that character, which was the son who takes his mother’s money and throws it away and still somehow manages to emerge a champion…and finally does the right thing. Well, in a word…good. Puffy or Diddy or Sean…or whatever he calls himself…he did a very good job.
The entire production was fabulous…which I thought would have failed badly. But it did not because for one thing Diddy is a very smart guy. And he really proved that he does take some things seriously…including where he places his money and trying to project a good image every now and then…like paying to produce quality work, such as ” Raisin in the Sun.”
From restaurants to clothing lines to his own record label to reality TV show…and as you read below by CLICKING on the LINK…a car service for drunken stars. He thinks of everything…that can make him ‘mo’ money.‘
In it all…one has to wonder…is he really happy?
I have seen over and over again how hard it is for people to find true happiness in life…when they have too much money. It seems that money rules them…that it had been their aspiration and life focus. But at the end of the day…it is not all about money. Believe me. In fact there are many things that money can’t buy. And those are the things which are the most important in life. True respect…love…a good family…health…peace of mind…etc.
There is much that can be said about the free things in life…and it is so sad that they go so widely overlooked. To me they have so much more value.
But we are happy for anyone who can find a balance. Here’s to you and your balance in life. Hold always…God first and everything else follows.
Well, have a blessed day. And maybe Mr. P Diddy will find the ONE who really counts and has more value than gold.
Finally, got some rest last night. Got 2 exams tomorrow. So, I will be studying most of the night. But God is good…and I am so happy that I know Him.
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God bless…and thanks for reading ©2008
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