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Rosewood USA

Once upon a time in a Mythical Place called Florida, newly freed Slaves settled in a Mythical Place called Rosewood Florida. What’s up with all this Mythical Talk you ask? What transpired in Rosewood should only happen in a Mythological setting. The Town was settled in the year 1847 by both Blacks and whites under the Jim Crow Laws( Black only- White only) that law ruled till 1968. That goes to show how Racist America hold on to its Diehard Bigotry, old Habits die hard,  old Confederate Soldiers fade away. Anyway Rosewood’s main Economy Dissipated in the late 1800 and the White Population decimated by 1890. That left 200 People all Black except for one white family that ran the General Store.

See they will take your Money, but no Respect while you Patronize their Stores. In the Summer of 1923 Fannie Taylor who was having an Affair with a White Man and whose Dalliance probably got rough. She ended up with Bruises she couldn’t explain to her Husband. Counting Ten untill her Lover was in safe Distance, she began screaming. When her Neighbor responded they found Fannie covered with Bruises. She told them that she was Assaulted by a Black Man. However she did Stipulate that she wasn’t Raped. The countless number of Black Men who were Tortured and killed on the word of Thousands of Fannies is an American Legacy.To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee centres on Atticus Finch’s attempts to prove the innocence of Tom Robinson, a black man who has been wrongly accused of raping a white woman in 1930s Alabama.

The White Woman Syndrome continues to May 2020. A white Woman walking her Dog in Central Park was admonished by a Black Man about keeping Social Distance. She whipped out her Cellphone and called the NYC Police and reported that she was threatened by a Black Man. That was more than enough reason for him to receive a Bullet to the Head. It happened to Randy Evans 1972, he was only Fifteen, it also happened to Travon Martin seventeen years old 2013, not far from Rosewood Florida. One Hundred years after the Mob defending Fannie Taylor’s Honors destroyed every Building in Rosewood, including the Churches. The Mob was accompanied by the Ku Klux Clan, five Hundred strong, another American Legacy. Over twenty Black People lost their Lives.

Twenty five Children escaped the Carnage by running into the Woods. Talking about Home Grown Terrorism, another American Legacy since 1794 against Blacks. Again a Government by the People for the People, except the Black People. A Government who have sat on their Hands for four Hundred years while the Genocide continues to May 2020 in (Rosewood) Minneapolis. Where a Black Man was Murdered while in Handcuffs by someone whose Tax Dollars paid the Murderer’s Salary. The Children of Rosewood USA rose up one Hundred years after they escaped into the Woods to save their Lives. They took to the Streets pretty much the same way the French did 1750 and relieved Marie Antoinette of her Head. The Children of Rosewood have taken to the Streets the World ovre yelling “I can’t Breathe”.

The Beleaguered Leader of Rosewood USA rants, let them eat Bullets, send in the Military. Little did he know that after the Military killed the first Hundred, the Civil War is On. Americans with Bitch Attitudes have always thought that that they could mess with the World, with Impunity. Vietnam proved them wrong. A Conventional Army is defenceless against Guerrilla Warfare. Lieutenant Callie proved to them that the only way to win a Guerilla War is to kill them all. He was a US Army Lieutenant who walked into a Vietnamese Village and Killed everything that moved, Children and Grandparents including. If there are any survivors no matter how Impartial, from seeing all the Brutality, they now become the Combatants.

The Birth of Terrorism in the Middle East proves that Theory. America have casted a Blind Eye on White Extremists Home Grown Terrorism for four Hundred years. Now you want to kill the Terrorized with the Military. Shame is another American Legacy. As many of my Readers know I work in a County’s Justice System. As I sat on one of the upper Floors looking down on the Retention Pond. A Solitary Duck was Swimming with the Pond all to himself. A law enforcement Officer approached the Window. He pointed out what I was observing and said, I guess that if you can’t get along with your Velenamous Neighbors, then I guess it’s better to live by yourself. What an Anology for the sequence of Events that has transpired in the past two Weeks. Did I mention no Shame, no Remorse and no Repentance. He was Preaching drawing a Line through this Country, Whites only / Blacks Only. From 1968 to present Day I have seen Dramatic Changes in this Country. I may be Naive but I believe that for the most, People of all Colors and Races wants to get along and Live in Harmony. The same People who put Jesus on the Cross are the same People here today talking about Velenamous Neighbors. My Anology of his Anology, if you corner a House Cat and taunts it with a Stick it will Roar like a Lion and Claws like one. This Kitty has been poked for four Hundred years, by now it should be a Raving Psychopath. Now you call me Velenamous. How many Roads must a Wise man Travel and how many Rivers must he swim to escape The Wrought of your Hate. Velenamous you say?

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Rosewood Massacre | HISTORY

I dug up this Piece of American History that were not Thought to me in any of my History classes. I believe it should be shared to the World. Click on the link below and you will see that another Civil War is in the making.

https://www.history.com/topics/early-20th-century-us/rosewood-massacre

America, Life, Motivation

R.I.P

That was just a Dream

Wrong is just Wrong

The System Fails us Daily, I should’nt have  the Notion to touch Base with it. People far more qualified have tackled it and failed. However I must observe that Man have been Flawed since the Day Cain rose up out of Jealousy and  Killed. No Matter how near or Far, if you Kill in the absence of self defense, you are Flawed. That’s a nice way of saying you are Abnormal, in a way Handicapped, being unable to Rationalize your Thoughts before you Act. With that said I must tell you about a young Woman I met years ago. She was Vacationing with her Parents at the Resort I worked. Being a People Person I struck up a Conversation with her Parents. When I told them that I Blogged, they asked me to write about Jenny.

I asked them to talk about their Daughter who sat in a Wheelchair in a Degenerative Paulsey condition. While they talked she listened intensely and made poor speech gestures, agreeing and disagreeing. Jenny turned out to be one of the most Fascinating People I have ever met. She proved to me that we are who exactly who or what we choose to be. She was one of the Poster Children that forced Government and Society to create Handicap Accessibility to Public Buildings. Once that was accomplished after a long Uphill Battle, she went on to School and obtained two Degrees In Social Science dealing with People of her Kind. The sad outcome, she never landed a Job in her Field. All everyone saw was her Debilitating Physical appearance, not the Gifted Mind and Resilience. So you see  Prejudice goes beyond Color or Race.

The World's Greatest Daredevil

Sad but nonetheless a true Story of Human Strength. Something that so few posses, the strength to hold Convictions and to be resolute with what you do with your Life. I was given the Conviction to change my Life and I did. It is so easy to Blame, even tho God gave you Convictions to change the things you are able to change, and to accept with Serenity that which you can’t.The Choice to Hate is equivalent to Smoking Cigarettes, it’s a bad choice, you know that it’s bad for your Health, yet you puff away. Well my Friend Hate carry the same weight for your Mental Health, Nonetheless you Puff away on the Cigarette called Hate. Remember the Word Abnormal, unable to constructively rationalize your Thoughts. It’s an absolute Shame that some  Institutions are named after Great Men.

My High School for instance, William Howard Taft. When I attended Taft it was eighty five percent White, ten percent Black and five percent Latino. The latter two came to the Neighborhood for a better Life, a safer Place than the Hood, most of all a better Education. The Neighborhood’s Racial Gentrification was  representative of the School. The Abnormal  Attitude that these People had was that we didn’t belong there.(“This Land is your Land this Land is my Land , this Land was made for you and me”) After School there were Black Bashing, White Bashing and Gay Bashing, welcome to the Bronx 1969. America was on Fire with Hate and the Fire still Burns today. Doctor King Squelched it somewhat but the Embers refuse to be extinguished. The Movie the Bronx Tale said it all.

I have been walking through the Valley of the Shadows of Death for fifty Years. I am not coining Phrases, 1971 I escaped the Shadows of Death by God’s Grace. Years after many Black Men had Sacrificed their Lives so I could walk down an all white Street and wasn’t set upon by Children of Haters who inherited their Parents Hate, or  overzealous Block Watchers or even the Cops, like it happened to me in 1971. This was  Just around the time when J Edgar Hoover ran the FBI like a Luftwaffe. He  waged War on the Black Panther Party killing everything that looked Militant. At that point in time it appeared that Racism was Institutionalized in America. Many Days walking through White Neighborhoods all I could hear in my Head was Arlo Godfry’s song ” this Land is your Land this Land is my Land this Land was made for you and me”.

That Sentiment almost got my Friends and I Killed walking through all White Bensonhurst Brooklyn 1971. It was a beautiful Summer’s Day we were on our way to a Backyard Cookout near Bensonhurst. We got off the Train and  decided to take a shortcut through an all White Block. We weren’t half way through the Block before we were swarmed by Cops with Tactical Gears, the only thing they didn’t have was Rocket Launchers. Five well Dressed Black Kids, the oldest was nineteen. If one of us got nervous and ran or reached for Identification, we  would all be Dead, they all had Shotguns. After we showed ID and explained where we were heading the Trigger Fingers were relaxed, one Cop explained that a Neighbor called and told them that a Black Gang was loitering in the Neighborhood. This is not about the angry Black Man Syndrome, I am way beyond small People with big Hate. I am on a Cloud looking Down on them knowing that I overcame all their Hate and have none of my own. One good thing about Living in America for over fifty years, I have seen one of Dr King’s Dream come true, watching a Rainbow Collation of People marching for George Floyd. Forget about the Looters and Rebel Rousers, they have been around since 1794 yelling Guillotine. Stand Tall America, your time has come to show the World who you are.

Health, Life

The Luckiest People

Contamination

Town Crier

Barbara Streisand said it best,  ” People who needs People are the Luckiest People in the World. The World is going through the most Catatonic period it has ever seen. We have lost so many and many more to go, could be me, could be you. Yesterday I learned that one of my Coworkers tested positive. Someone I sat with less than six feet, yet the Lord was good to me And I am still Standing. It doesn’t hit home until someone you know gets Sick. Then you know how Fragile we are and how much we need each other. Lonely People up in Age who have to fend for themselves. Lonley People whose only outlet is going to a Bar and shoot the Breeze with another lonely Stranger.

Now they stay at home and do what a Social Drinker abhors, drinking alone, trying to calm their Nerves from drowning in Despair of the Unknown. All the Parks and Beaches closed, all the Waterfront Cafe’s closed, what is a person who lives alone is supposed to do to keep their Sanity. I heard some people say that they don’t need anyone, absolutely Farce. I remembered my Mother drowning in the Unknown of Dementia, Dazed and Confused for the better part of her Days. I visited her seven Days of the Week even if I had to put my own Life on the Backburner. The reason for that is I know that with Dementia the further one slips into Despair and Confusion, the harder it is for them to come back to Life, back to Reality. Many Days when I walked through the Door she said to me ” you found me” I always knew where she was, she didn’t.

Oftentimes she told me that I was the Highpoint of her Day. How do you think that made me feel. Not that she was my Mother and that I was only doing what a Thoughtful Son should do. I was being a Human being to another Human Being. Isn’t that the Fundamental principles of this thing called Life? Helping your fellow Man along the way, putting a Ray of Sunshine in Someone’s Glumy Day. The Beetles said it appropriately ” lonely Days lonely Nights where would I be without my Woman”. Well many of us are realizing the answer during the Days of Isolation and Lockdown. Many of my older Neighbors haven’t seen Sunshine in Months, even tho the sun rarely takes a rest in Florida home of the World’s Largest Senior Population. They are the most Vulnerable, so they stay put.

If not for Humanitarian efforts they would perish wheather they tested positive or from Depression Despair and starvation. Why does it take a Pandemic to show us that People need People. That’s just the way we are made, that’s the reason why we are here, I get by with a little help from my Friends. For instance me highlighting our basic Characteristics to you, that’s why we are here, some of us are Healers, some of us are Givers, some are Teachers, some are Shepherds. Bottom Line we serve each other. I have always held the Contention that there are four kinds of People in the World. People that makes things happen, people who wonder what just happened here, People who wonder how did they do it and those who don’t give a damn.

I just don’t understand why it takes Catastrophes to bring us together why can’t everyday be Christmas. The week of Christmas everyone has a smile and Greetings for each other, some even perform acts of Kindness. Like the Person who told the Cashier to add my items to Her Bill. Over sixty years of living and nothing like that had ever happened to me before. Was God sending me a Message? Nonetheless I have always extended myself to others. When I worked in a Nursing Home in Pennsylvania I went out of my way to make the Residents last days on this Earth as pleasant as possible. I visited them in their Rooms individually, have great Conversations, listen to their Life Stories, tell them Jokes, Sing Love Ballads, I even cooked food at Home and bring it in for them.

Many of them riddled with Dementia and I was their moment of Clarity, which gave me a sense of purpose. On the lite side, one Resident who always asked me to go to the Store and buy his Lottery Tickets, told the Director that his Powerball Ticket won and I kept the Proceeds. The poor thing was riddled with Dementia, I didn’t stop loving him, Bob Dylan said it best ” Everybody got to serve Someone”. When I told them that I was moving to Florida, my favorite Resident Nellie told me that I was going to forget about them, well Nell this one is for you. You are always in my Heart and Prayers. I hope you survive this Parasite that Prays on the Old and Feeble ones. Having high Risk Factors I am Admant about wearing a Mask and taking safe Measures in handling Protective Equipments. When I wear a Mask in the Courthouse I don’t remove it until I am outside the Building.

Wearing a Mask in a possible Contaminated Building and hanging it on your Rearview is now contaminating your Car. If you are going to reuse it you should put it in a plastic Bag, take it home and spray it with Alcohol. I leave the house with three or four Masks, whenever I take one off I bag it. Wearing the same gloves all Day is spreading contamination. My Contribution to this Pandemic is to tell you that wearing a Mask in Public is your safest Measures. My Role in this Crisis is to be the Town Crier, “when you are out in the public, Wear Your Mask”. I have COPD yet I wear one for eight Hours, there is no Public a place than a Courthouse. Wearing a Mask protests you from Microscopic airborne Particles. I worked in Hazmat for many Years I know what I am talking about. ” wear your Mask”.

Proper Hygiene is the Answer