Again.
And again and again and again and again and again.
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https://twitter.com/LeoredhookBKLYN/status/979799830888411137?s=19
Seriously. Watch the video and give me a âhad to shootâ and âno time to decideâ two fucking minutes and the worst injuries this guy in the video gets are probably from his own driving.
But noooo. Cops âhadâ to shoot in so many of the cases outlined above.
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The real MLK.
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https://twitter.com/shaunking/status/979781389829705728
https://twitter.com/shaunking/status/979782945895518208
https://twitter.com/drumbeats4peace/status/980096416033984513
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At the Stephon Clark protest in Sacramento:
Impact at about the 25 second mark.
Quite a contrast to what happens when white people protest gun violence, isnât it?
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Itâs all about the history.
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âDemocracyâ.
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The time has come for an all-out world war against poverty. The rich nations must use their vast resources of wealth to develop the underdeveloped, school the unschooled, and feed the unfed. Ultimately a great nation is a compassionate nation. No individual or nation can be great if it does not have a concern for âthe least of theseâ. Deeply etched in the fiber of our religious tradition is the conviction that men are made in the image of God and that they are souls of infinite metaphysical value, the heirs of a legacy of dignity and worth. If we feel this as a profound moral fact, we cannot be content to see men hungry, to see men victimized with starvation and ill health when we have the means to help them. The wealthy nations must go all out to bridge the gulf between the rich minority and the poor majority.
From The Quest for Peace and Justice, Martin Luther Kingâs Nobel Lecture, delivered in the Auditorium of the University of Oslo (11 December 1964)
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Crosslink to ADAPT, Disability and Fascism for this one. Yet another person executed for the crime of mental illness.
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A reminder of our shameful past:
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In the 1920s you wouldâve found in America
Black towns,
Prospering centres of economics
and education to make you proud
But some people couldnât bear
that the former slaves would not just lie down
So the KKK and other hate groups burnt
those towns to the ground
Killin hundreds,
If it ainât understood,
You think you were always livinâ in the hood?
Shit itâs only been sixty years
Since they hung blacks and burned emâ
And that was so cool
Day rail passes, picnic baskets
Even gave kids the day off school
To go see a lynchinâ
Have a picnic
Itâs fun to watch the little monkeys die
Then people act a little dysfunctional
You wanna pretend that you donât know why
If your colour means you can be killed
And youâre powerless to get justice about it
Is it difficult to figure out
how you would then end up feelinâ about it?
A classic of American letters:
Dayton, Ohio,
August 7, 1865
To My Old Master, Colonel P.H. Anderson, Big Spring, Tennessee
Sir: I got your letter, and was glad to find that you had not forgotten Jourdon, and that you wanted me to come back and live with you again, promising to do better for me than anybody else can. I have often felt uneasy about you. I thought the Yankees would have hung you long before this, for harboring Rebs they found at your house. I suppose they never heard about your going to Colonel Martinâs to kill the Union soldier that was left by his company in their stable. Although you shot at me twice before I left you, I did not want to hear of your being hurt, and am glad you are still living. It would do me good to go back to the dear old home again, and see Miss Mary and Miss Martha and Allen, Esther, Green, and Lee. Give my love to them all, and tell them I hope we will meet in the better world, if not in this. I would have gone back to see you all when I was working in the Nashville Hospital, but one of the neighbors told me that Henry intended to shoot me if he ever got a chance.
I want to know particularly what the good chance is you propose to give me. I am doing tolerably well here. I get twenty-five dollars a month, with victuals and clothing; have a comfortable home for Mandy,âthe folks call her Mrs. Anderson,âand the childrenâMilly, Jane, and Grundyâgo to school and are learning well. The teacher says Grundy has a head for a preacher. They go to Sunday school, and Mandy and me attend church regularly. We are kindly treated. Sometimes we overhear others saying, âThem colored people were slavesâ down in Tennessee. The children feel hurt when they hear such remarks; but I tell them it was no disgrace in Tennessee to belong to Colonel Anderson. Many darkeys would have been proud, as I used to be, to call you master. Now if you will write and say what wages you will give me, I will be better able to decide whether it would be to my advantage to move back again.
As to my freedom, which you say I can have, there is nothing to be gained on that score, as I got my free papers in 1864 from the Provost-Marshal-General of the Department of Nashville. Mandy says she would be afraid to go back without some proof that you were disposed to treat us justly and kindly; and we have concluded to test your sincerity by asking you to send us our wages for the time we served you. This will make us forget and forgive old scores, and rely on your justice and friendship in the future. I served you faithfully for thirty-two years, and Mandy twenty years. At twenty-five dollars a month for me, and two dollars a week for Mandy, our earnings would amount to eleven thousand six hundred and eighty dollars. Add to this the interest for the time our wages have been kept back, and deduct what you paid for our clothing, and three doctorâs visits to me, and pulling a tooth for Mandy, and the balance will show what we are in justice entitled to. Please send the money by Adamsâs Express, in care of V. Winters, Esq., Dayton, Ohio. If you fail to pay us for faithful labors in the past, we can have little faith in your promises in the future. We trust the good Maker has opened your eyes to the wrongs which you and your fathers have done to me and my fathers, in making us toil for you for generations without recompense. Here I draw my wages every Saturday night; but in Tennessee there was never any pay-day for the negroes any more than for the horses and cows. Surely there will be a day of reckoning for those who defraud the laborer of his hire.
In answering this letter, please state if there would be any safety for my Milly and Jane, who are now grown up, and both good-looking girls. You know how it was with poor Matilda and Catherine. I would rather stay here and starveâand die, if it come to thatâthan have my girls brought to shame by the violence and wickedness of their young masters. You will also please state if there has been any schools opened for the colored children in your neighborhood. The great desire of my life now is to give my children an education, and have them form virtuous habits.
Say howdy to George Carter, and thank him for taking the pistol from you when you were shooting at me.
From your old servant,
Jourdon Anderson.
For more detail, see:
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Always a good read.
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Note: American police are currently killing a lot more than 55 Black people per year.
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This kid was almost murdered because he knocked on a house and tried to get directions to school, but the people who lived there assumed that he was there to rob them.
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The future is already here, it just isnât distributed evenly yetâŚ
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What asshole does this? I mean, the right response here is either get in touch with the kidâs folks or take the kid to school yourself.
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