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I just stumbled upon a post screen capped from @GOPBlackChick

And my mind just exploded when I went to her Twitter. This woman is like Anne Coulter with a tan! Now everyone is entitled to their own views on life, but I seriously don’t understand people think that saying talking about how hard they work is some special star. Working hard is something you’re supposed to do. That does not stop systematic racism from getting in the way of people’s goal and dream. I’m looking at this woman’s Twitter feed and she’s a freaking token for Fox. They love her because she parrots their words like a good little puppet. I couldn’t help but think of that — When they both reached for the gun — ¬†scene in Chicago (all the irony of what’s going on in Ferguson.¬†I work hard, yet I have still experienced and witnessed extraordinary amount of racism, sexism and ageism — in my workplace in recent months. Just because something doesn’t happen to you especially, does’t mean it doesn’t happen. The bottom line in this country is, at large, the success of black people is dependent on the say so of white people. We apply for schools where most of the admission staff are white. We apply for jobs where most of the hirers are white. The people who decide our promotion and races are largely white. And even if we own our own businesses and such, we’ve got to ask for loans from white banks or sell our companies to white backers to get any clout. Just thinking about it makes me want to pack up all my stuff and build a cottage in the woods or something, but lord knows that would probably have something to do with a white person as well.¬†You can work hard for what you have, but you can work hard and also realize, sympathize and be fully affected by the injustices going on around you. But this woman is so¬†disconnected from the people that look like her that she legit Tweeted this¬†”I’m not one of you+never will be.” That might be so, but that doesn’t mean these are not people that live and work hard just the same.¬†

I had to take the day off of work today because Michael Brown’s death and the events in Ferguson have triggered me so potently in the wake of my own brother’s death that my stress levels are at an all time high. When I’m feeling like this I usually just … work through it … But this time I simply couldn’t. I haven’t been taking care of myself. My body is so dehydrated that I had a horrible chaffing episode on my feet last night from just walking around my apartment. I had plans to do other things today and I ended up just sleeping all day because … I’m so exhausted. And it’s not something I talk about. Because I, spend most of my time working. Nodding and smiling and making the white people around me feel comfortable, while I feel increasingly more uncomfortable and stressed by the day.¬†Writing stories only to have them completely revamped to the will of higher-ups to the point where they don’t even seem like my name should be in the by line. Having copy editors send condescending emails that have done far beyond snarky to straight up disrespectful.¬†I keep my ears open when editors congregate and I hear what they say about the writers, and it’s hardly ever positive. There are two factions in my newsroom: the ass kissers who who went to Ivy League schools and do “serious journalism”, and everyone else. Those of us who are writing the stories that may not seem as important, but they actually fund everyone’s paycheck. I’m sure you can guess which group I’m in. But still, I work hard. And my heart is still with Ferguson and every single injustice in this country. Because I have big dreams, but forgetting about everything else that is important once I’ve made it is not an option.¬†


jazzy-w:

Members of the Asian American community at UC Davis are taking a stand in solidarity with the people of Ferguson and their continued struggle for survival in the face of police brutality. All black lives matter.
jazzy-w:

Members of the Asian American community at UC Davis are taking a stand in solidarity with the people of Ferguson and their continued struggle for survival in the face of police brutality. All black lives matter.

jazzy-w:

Members of the Asian American community at UC Davis are taking a stand in solidarity with the people of Ferguson and their continued struggle for survival in the face of police brutality. All black lives matter.


I recall when the George Zimmerman verdict came out, I read an editorial — by a white man — who said he didn’t understand why black people weren’t more angry, why they weren’t protesting.¬†

Now we’re protesting and its problem. Everyone wants to be like — calm down, don’t cause trouble, don’t be unruly.¬†

When the fucking KKK can protest without intervention but we get militarized force. It’s vile.¬†

Like Tupac said, what are we gonna do, ask?

I’m pretty sure Mike Brown asked — I don’t have a gun, please stop shooting. And I’m starting to hear the whole — cop feared for his life — nonsense. How it is the person with the gun, the person who is still alive, is the one who feared for his life?¬†

I don’t know how people can hold so much hatred in their hearts — for what? A little bit of melanin? Really? Pathetic, Underneath it all there must be some real dark lives being lived.

But let’s not forget how well Zimmerman’s life has been going since the trial.¬†

Even if martial justice is not served, justice will be served. Darren Wilson will never live a comfortable life again. 


Today it really hit home for me and I felt it in my core. As Ferguson continues to be militarized and police crime increases in New York City, they have all put forgotten about my brother, who was shot and killed nearly four months ago.
As the case of my dead brother goes cold, police did not hesitate to antagonize my alive brother because they thought he had stolen a car that my mother had just purchased. Now every time I talk to my mother one phone, she will mention when I cop walks by and I can hear the immense fear in her voice.  
BLACK LIVES MATTER.
They call us animals, but all of this happens because they attempt to justify their own lack of humanity by calling us less human.
I couldn’t help but think of all the people — white people — who tell me I’m less black because I listen to EDM or because of the way I speak, or whatever. They well me I’m the whitest person they know or that they are blacker than me. But they will never know what it’s like to be me - someone in black skin. They will never feel what I feel — in that my dead brother shares the same name as Michael Brown — Michael Moore — and my alive brother, David looks allot like him too. They won’t wake up in the middle of the night wondering if your brother is actually dead — or if your other brother is still alive. But I imagine Michael Brown’s family will. 
They won’t obsess over every single report of a black man or boy slain because it hits too close to home. You’ll still be able to say “we all bleed red” and take the higher road, but what higher road is there when our future is being snuffed out right in from of our eyes?
…
I imagine my brother welcomed Michael Brown into heaven and told him not to be afraid. I imagine they are up there with Trayvon Martin, and Kimani Gray, who was his friend in real life.  Today it really hit home for me and I felt it in my core. As Ferguson continues to be militarized and police crime increases in New York City, they have all put forgotten about my brother, who was shot and killed nearly four months ago.
As the case of my dead brother goes cold, police did not hesitate to antagonize my alive brother because they thought he had stolen a car that my mother had just purchased. Now every time I talk to my mother one phone, she will mention when I cop walks by and I can hear the immense fear in her voice.  
BLACK LIVES MATTER.
They call us animals, but all of this happens because they attempt to justify their own lack of humanity by calling us less human.
I couldn’t help but think of all the people — white people — who tell me I’m less black because I listen to EDM or because of the way I speak, or whatever. They well me I’m the whitest person they know or that they are blacker than me. But they will never know what it’s like to be me - someone in black skin. They will never feel what I feel — in that my dead brother shares the same name as Michael Brown — Michael Moore — and my alive brother, David looks allot like him too. They won’t wake up in the middle of the night wondering if your brother is actually dead — or if your other brother is still alive. But I imagine Michael Brown’s family will. 
They won’t obsess over every single report of a black man or boy slain because it hits too close to home. You’ll still be able to say “we all bleed red” and take the higher road, but what higher road is there when our future is being snuffed out right in from of our eyes?
…
I imagine my brother welcomed Michael Brown into heaven and told him not to be afraid. I imagine they are up there with Trayvon Martin, and Kimani Gray, who was his friend in real life. 

Today it really hit home for me and I felt it in my core. As Ferguson continues to be militarized and police crime increases in New York City, they have all put forgotten about my brother, who was shot and killed nearly four months ago.

As the case of my dead brother goes cold, police did not hesitate to antagonize my alive brother because they thought he had stolen a car that my mother had just purchased. Now every time I talk to my mother one phone, she will mention when I cop walks by and I can hear the immense fear in her voice.  

BLACK LIVES MATTER.

They call us animals, but all of this happens because they attempt to justify their own lack of humanity by calling us less human.

I couldn’t help but think of all the people — white people — who tell me I’m¬†less black because I listen to EDM or because of the way I speak, or whatever. They well me I’m the whitest person they know or that they are blacker than me. But they will never know what it’s like to be me - someone in black skin. They¬†will never feel what I feel — in that my dead brother shares the same name as Michael Brown — Michael Moore — and my alive brother, David looks allot like him too. They won’t wake up in the middle of the night wondering if your brother is actually dead — or if your other brother is still alive. But I imagine Michael Brown’s family will.¬†

They won’t obsess over every single report of a black man or boy slain because it hits too close to home. You’ll still be able to say “we all bleed red” and take the higher road, but what higher road is there when our future is being snuffed out right in from of our eyes?

I imagine my brother welcomed Michael Brown into heaven and told him not to be afraid. I imagine they are up there with Trayvon Martin, and Kimani Gray, who was his friend in real life. 



shizukasmack:

therevtimes:

No. 168 ‚ÄúThe Unarmed‚Ä̬†

Rest In Peace…

to Michael Brown, John Crawford, Eric Garner, Trayvon Martin, Renisha McBride, Oscar Grant, Sean Bell And the countless other lives that have been taken away from this world due to prejudice.

And an honor to the many people in Ferguson standing up, fighting, hoping that some kind of justice can be had in the midst of chaos.

At last, a new Revolutionary Times comic has arrived.