Jah made enough for everyone. Mama Africa is the richest 12mn square miles in the world. People and nations contiue to take from it without giving back, but keep the people on top of the land eating dirt and fleeing it at very great risk (cayucos) for (other) ways of illivity (western economies).
1994 Pulitzer prize picture shows a nile valley child watched over by nrt - sacred to Mut, mother goddess (bantu attributes, seen?).
In a world where graphic pictures of starving children are used by development agencies to raise funds from the public in the rich world, ROTIMI SANKORE critiques the phenomenon of ‘development pornograpy’ and argues that it has contributed towards deeper prejudice. New ways must be found to reach the public and more clearly explain the real reasons behind poverty in Africa, he states. (more)
Bconx: vulture watching over below. What is the true measure of our fall?
BOSTON—Black teenagers are killing each other in rising numbers but the troubling trend has been masked by a falling crime rate in the United States, according to a study released Monday by Northeastern University. (more)
Frederick Douglass, the renowned abolitionist, began life as a slave on Maryland's Eastern Shore. When his owner had trouble with the young, unruly slave, Douglass was sent to Edward Covey, a notorious "slave breaker." Covey's plantation, where physical and psychological torture were standard, was called Mount Misery. Douglass eventually fought back, escaped to the North and went on to change the world. Today Mount Misery is owned by Donald Rumsfeld, the outgoing secretary of defense possibly under investigation for violating torture laws. (more)
Skip to interview at minute 50. (vid takes a moment to upload).
If you(t) have seen something once you have seen it twice and so, you know it. Then you can draw line like mama harriet, mlk and satank: ini will not live this way.
You left me on a day of doubts For once your sun sharp answers Did not cut through my clouds I sent my love upstairs Did not dare come From the landing I could smell your passing An old time smell A smell of changes and hard cedar A smell you find in families and friends And even now I am not struck by absence You filled your time so well A drop from the overflow Could quench a thristy mind for years to come By Jean ‘Binta’ Breeze
I stand with Chuck. A few years ago, when I first began doing my black connection presentations, I was booked at the Uphams Corner Library one evening & had sent out a broadcast for folks to come and check it out. The staff put me in the basement in a back room (that round one) and the only real participants were the youth from the adjoining children's department with one exception: Councilman Chuck Turner. He came downstairs in the back and found where my artifacts & documents were, shuffled around the tables and then we had a discussion on Africa's influence on Greece with a young kid who was asking alot of questions about history. He said some thoughtful things. I gave thanks for his time. We talked again last year at a Freedom House event at length on the local voting process. So, when Charlietown is being Charlietown: I stand with Chuck.
I also stand with this woman. I don't remember where I got this picture & don't know what she is upset about, but I am with her. (smile)...how she feels, just might be how the otherwise oblivious security guard feels pon im'inside at the end of the video above.
In Aftermath of Storm, White Vigilante Groups Shot 11 African Americans in New Orleans
In a shocking new report, The Nation magazine exposes how white vigilante groups patrolled the streets of New Orleans after Hurricane Katrina, shooting at least eleven African American men. Local police have never conducted investigations into the shootings. Reporters speak to reporter A.C. Thompson and New Orleans resident Donnell Herrington, who nearly died after being shot by a white vigilante.
The Greeks called you Ethiopia— The kingdom of the burned faces. You sent Aesop to tell fables, You gave Kemet, Nubia to teach Aristotle, Pythagoras, Plato...all they needed to know. Indeed, those were the days when "Sages looked to Egypt for their lore". * Today you're a divided land Where multifarious customs And extraordinary music Embalm the toiling feet of your Multitudinous boys and girls.
The Romans revered your bold sons. You sent Septimius Severus To drown the Parthians in defeat: From your mighty rivers more and More of your sons flooded regal Rome. Today, you give us a desert Where we build shrines, pray to water, For rain is a blessing from Thoth Shango, Shaka, Cetshwayo...
The Yemenites knew your daughters. You gave Sheba Queen Makeda, She ruled her Shebans with wisdom; Solomon she ruled with beauty. Together they gave Menelik To Ethiopia— her future emperor; Today, your Emperor and Empress Prostrate themselves for lack of wealth, At the god of greed and hatred.
You gave Ancient great foundations: Your greatest architect, Zoser Your multi-genius, Imhotep Your warrior pharaoh, Tarhaqua...— Men whose temples lie in ruins, But whose legends still stand firm in Lands now growing in poverty Ushering in hunger and AIDS— Oh the contempt! Your mind, abused, Is now strewn in oblivion, Afrika.
You gave Haiti L'Ouverture To revolutionise the slaves, And French egocentricity died On that day when the Modern's oldest Democracy was born, indeed Toussaint Lives today! When shall he Rise again and tear down lazy hearts?
History is written by victors! Afrika. For Maya, you're carved in history By hands with "bitter twisted" motives; Yet your heart, though stretched and torn, Still contains the strength to forgive: How else can we explain your endurance After years and years of beatings? It's because the flag that blows love Is still waving boldly inside your heart. Afrika,It's true that you have been worn out; But you haven't been defeated! I can say with firm confidence You've built walls to resist defeat. Our modern walls erected by: Lumumba, Kenyatta, Nkrumah, Cabral, Garvey, Soyinka, X, ... Fela Will erect your future walls in: The West, South, North and East.
Afrika, Division suffocated you. Its destruction, therefore, Will clear the air of strife!
Afrika, Where is the Light so synonymous With love, which keeps all things alive? Where's that vacuum that sucked your Light? Hear, for all your children cry out With dusty hands and brittle bones, For love to touch life in them again. Where's Worth? Is she sat on the wind's wings Being blown about from shore to shore? Uprooted from home, her people, Significance has been stolen And is languishing visa-less in foreign flags
Jah made enough for everyone. Mama Africa is the richest 12mn square miles in the world. People and nations contiue to take from it without giving back, but keep the people on top of the land eating dirt and fleeing it at very great risk (cayucos) for (other) ways of illivity (western economies).
Bconx: vulture watching over below. What is the true measure of our fall?
