Price of the Confederate Veterans Loyalty Oath

“Fear of litigation alone cannot justify the City’s reliance on race to the detriment of individuals who passed the examinations and qualified for promotions. Discarding the test results was impermissible under Title VII, and summary judgment is appropriate for petitioners on their disparate-treatment claim,”...

“If, after it certifies the test results, the City faces a disparate-impact suit, then in light of today’s holding the City can avoid disparate-impact liability based on the strong basis in evidence that, had it not certified the results, it would have been subject to disparate-treatment liability.”
~JustUs Kennedy

(What's that saying?) ...when you fail to be surprised, something something something?

Police Draw Guns on Black Men Opening Bank Accounts

Brother took bby questions, answered them, taught, and advised. Ainshun yut's dem: ever new miracles. (still haffi deal w/banc: truck note...awo).

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kowabunga

i languish

i languish in america
america home of the free-ized
it’s brilliant marble embrace
chop blocked my sacredwere
& listen’s to my prisoner worry
with an old smile
i languish in america
but not alone.
June 14, 2009

Chief Yellow Lark, Lakota Prayer

Oh, Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the winds.

And whose breath gives life to all the world.

Hear me! I am small and weak.

I need your strength and wisdom.

Let me walk in beauty, and make my eyes

Ever hold the red and purple sunset.

Make my hands respect the things you have made.

My ears sharp to hear your voice.

Make me wise so that I may understand

The things you might teach me.

Let me learn the lessons you have hidden

In every leaf and rock.

I seek strength, not to be greater than my brother.

But to fight my greatest enemy, myself.

Make me always ready to come to you

With clear hands and straight eyes.

So when life fades, as the fading sunset.

My spirit may come to you without shame.

Great Spirit,give us hearts to understand;

Never to take from creation's beauty more than we give;

Never to destroy wantonly for the furtherance of greed;

Never to deny to give our hands for the building of earth's beauty;

Never to take from her what we cannot use.

Give us hearts to understand

That to destroy earth's music is to create confusion;

That to wreck her appearance is to blind us to beauty;

That to callously pollute her fragrance is to make a house of stench;

That as we care for her she will care for us.

We have forgotten who we are.

We have sought only our own security.

We have exploited simply for our own ends.

We have distorted our knowledge.

We have abused our power.

Great Spirit, whose dry lands thirst,

help us to find the way to refresh your lands.

Great Spirit, whose waters are choked with debris and pollution,

help us to find the way to cleanse your waters.

Great Spirit, whose beautiful earth grows ugly with mis-use,

help us to find the way to restore beauty to your handiwork.

Great Spirit, whose creatures are being destroyed,

help us to find a way to replenish them.

Great Spirit, whose gifts to us are being lost

in selfishness and corruption,

help us to find the way to restore our humanity.

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Nah, You Can Keep It.

Nah, You Can Keep It.
You can only say "I'm sorry" so many times before it loses any meaning.

Y'all know the United States Senate has decided to "apologize" for what happened during slavery. I guess I should say "Thank you."

Nah, screw it.

What do I care about an apology? Black folks have been getting these apologies for years now, and it doesn't seem to do much good. The legacy of slavery can't be wiped away by an "I'm sorry." It's going to take a lot more than mere words.

And that ain't gonna happen anytime soon.

Hell, even the apology was poorly done. The way it's worded it doesn't actually blame anybody for effing up. It just says "Oh, we're sorry about what happened to you people, tough luck." Then it makes sure to say that the apology in no way endorses the idea of reparations. It's like they tried to figure the easiest way to get credit for an apology without having to actually admit to anything. Lovely.

This apology became yet another reason for the Chicken Little white folks to complain about how everybody is always bowing down to black folks. It didn't matter that the apology provided no benefits to black folks and only acknowledged what we already knew. Nope, apparently anything that says that slavery was wrong is dangerous because all it will do is encourage the Negroes to complain some more.

It never stops.

I'd rather not have an apology. I'd rather folks just go about their business than make a half-hearted attempt to appease me. It just makes my job harder when I'm trying to expose the realities of life to people in the future.

I was always taught that repentance must be melded with a change in behavior for it to be valid. It doesn't matter how many times folks "apologize" for what was done to black folks, it only matter when people get committed to rectifying the problems created by slavery. Until then, I'm cool on hearing "I'm sorry."

They can keep it.

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And Then Came Tomorrow

And Then Came Tomorrow
When you see my struggle,

do you realize that it is not my story?

When you hear my story,

do you understand that those are just memories?

And, if you happen to cross paths with those who have betrayed me

can you fathom that they are not my enemies?

You make note of the way i walk

but do you notice that is just what time has did to me

and not how i was born?

See, me is dying but I refuse to mourn

Because today is not over

And I've been favored since way before my mother ever went into labor

Later I grew then I thought I knew the difference between facts and truth

But, seeing aint believing

and believing dont need proof

So, prove to me that I am unworthy

Give me one reason to doubt my father

Dont bother

Because my truth lies in scribes written way before your time

There is where I am defined by ancient lines

written by spiritual minds

as a spirit that defies even the barriers of time lines

I am the path made to brush against the tide

In time you will see

That I am not my destiny

But there is destiny in me

Restlessly as it refuses to sleep

I creep between the pages

rewording the words

and giving face to the faceless

Trying to find meaning in me, so I seek patience

Once i thought my soul was vacant

It felt like I was hollow

And then came tomorrow

Proof of all the time I'd borrowed

News of all that followed

-Karma55 member: destee.com/forums/showthread.php?t=59574

Omar Edwards, RIPP

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