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Whose Flag?


Whose Flag?

 

Whose Flag? The flag that ignited the Trail of Tears and condemned my Native American Ancestors far from their Promised Land?

The Flag that ignited Manifest Destiny and stole, robbed, cheated and raped millions of Indigenous peoples to broken treaties, destruction and death.

The Flag that ignited the slave ships of the Middle Passage where my African Ancestors were kidnapped from the Motherland. Denied their heritage. Their religion. Their customs and traditions.  And what of those thrown overboard as so much excess baggage.  Or the others who jumped rather than condemn generations to slavery and Jim Crow.

The Flag that ignited the Dred Scott decision telling us we are only 3/5ths of a man? Where are we in the signing of the Declaration of Independence? Do you see any Native or African Americans in those paintings? Not even any women!  So do we salute a flag, a symbol of colonialism, slavery, Jim Crow and racism? Since we were not included by the Founding Fathers most of whom were slave owners?

http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/dred-scott-decision

Do we honor a flag that forced my parents, grandparents and great-grandparents to get off the sidewalk when white people approached? Get to the back of the bus. Settle for sub-standard schools and housing. Forced sterilization which was done throughout the Southern Bible Belt states.

The flag of Dixie-crat racist Strom Thurmond whose death revealed the Black Daughter he had kept hidden for nearly 70 years?

Read the story of Fanny Lou Hamer one of the Mothers of the Civil Rights Movement.

 

 

 

 

What of our white Sisters and brothers like Murders of Chaney, Goodman, and Schwerner up to and including Heather Heyer? White Americans who fought evil and lost their lives. Does the flag represent them?

Does this flag represent the two Indian engineers who were murdered or the Chinese doctor who was dragged from his airplane seat?

Did that flag represent the Chinese Exclusion Act of 1882.

https://www.ourdocuments.gov/doc.php?flash=true&doc=47

http://www.history.com/topics/chinese-exclusion-act

What of the Japanese Americans who were stripped of all their worldly goods and sent to camps just because they resembled the enemy?  And By the Way who is our enemy?

What of the 16th Street Baptist Church in Birmingham, Alabama–a church with a predominantly black congregation that served as a meeting place for civil rights leaders where  Four young girls were brutally killed.

What of the the nine who were murdered last year in South Carolina during a Bible study by one whom they welcomed as a fellow Christian but who turned out to be a demon.

Tell me again why I should put my hand over my heart or in my case salute since I am a U.S. Army Veteran for this flag. This flag who denied my Korean War Veteran Dad who was in uniform and hungry. Who tried to get a hot dog and the white man said we don’t serve Niggers?

Tell me why this flag and this country whom my Great, Great Grandfather William Henry Halstead who fought in the Civil War still denies it’s promise to me and all his descendants?

Did and was this flag the covering for the slave master who barged into my Great, Great, great, great Grandmother’s slave cabin late at night and forced himself on her?

Did and was this flag the covering and excuse for the Married Redneck Drill Sgt coming to my barracks and calling my name after hours?

Tell me again why we honor this flag and why does this cloth not live up to it’s promise to ALL Americans?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Comments Policy


 

This is a direct response to a nasty comment made on one of my previous posts. I am not a nice person when somebody says or writes the wrong things so things are about to get ugly. Real Ugly!!  You May STOP Reading Now.

As Creator and Moderator of this blog I reserve the right to call out any stupid, racist, sexist, dumb ass or ageist comments.  I recently ReBlogged a post about an All Black Cowgirls Team. Anyone who has an ounce of good sense and a knowledge of racist American History should know why Black people in this country need and must have All Black Teams, Events, Organizations, Groups etc….. There has rarely been and given the upcoming administration will be any societies, organizations, groups, etc… where Blacks are or will be seen as equals. We’ve been having this battle for 400 years and even through the eight years of the Obama administration you see how a racist bigoted Congress and Senate did their level best to obstruct any forward positive moves that President Obama tried to make during his administration.

Actually since things are going backwards in the USA for people of Color it behooves us to band together and do for self because the government is about to pull the rug out from under us regarding any benefits, services or programs designed to benefit all American Citizens. Even though we have worked just as hard if not harder and without pay for the most part to build this country up.

To All My Black People for Christmas and Kwanzaa please do your best to Buy Black.

I am proud of being a Black Woman and as for anyone who does not like it or disagrees with me promoting and uplifting my own people I got two words for you. FUCK OFF!!

Now getting back to ignorant racist comments like the one Mr. GP Cox put on my Black Cowgirls post. Is this guy for real?  IS TODAY DUMB MUTHA FUCKER DAY?!

I used to ride horses and i admire this group, but i don’t understand why they feel they need to be an all-Black team. Are there teams called the all-white cowgirls?

Did he really ask such a stupid ass question to me as a Black Woman in this hateful country where I have been physically just because I am Black and a Woman?  Where my father who served this country during the Korean War was denied service in a restaurant in Washington, DC while in uniform?  Does he not understand that the reason why my Great, Great Grandfather served in the 29th Colored Regiment. The reason there the Tuskegee Airmen existed!!

Where every positive deed and action has been negated by the greater white population since 1492. Are you kidding me. Give me a fucking break!!

I wonder what white bread universe Mr. Cox is living in?  Is he out of his fucking mind? No. Now let me think. Oh yes he must live in white bread New Burbia where folks who  look like me are servants, maids, butlers, etc….  You know that America that Mr. Dhrump is about to return us to. The fabulous 40s, 50s & 60s where attack dogs were set upon us. Where we were hosed down in the streets with fire hoses and where we are systemically shot by the KKK racist bigoted police while our hands are up in surrender.

When I read comments like this I know in my heart and mind that this country will never be united as one.  This unity business is all a lot of trash talk and bullshit because at 11:00 am today Sunday morning white people will go to their churches and Black folks will go to ours.

In the meantime Mr. GP Cox I will give you this opportunity to unsubscribe and UnFollow all my blogs now!

As for anyone else who hates Blacks, Native Americans, Hispanics, Asians, other peoples of Color,  the disabled, the LGBT Community LEAVE NOW!!

ALL YOUR COMMENTS WILL BE DELETED, TRASHED AND PUT INTO SPAM!! TAKE YOUR NASTY ATTITUDE SOMEWHERE ELSE.  YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!

COMMENTS HAVE BEEN CLOSED BUT IF I SEE YOU POSTING OR COMMENTING ON ANOTHER ONE OF MY BLOGS I SWEAR YOU’D BETTER BE READY TO BRING IT BECAUSE I AM!!

 

 

 

 

 

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It’s My House & I Live Here


Don’t Come for Me because I’m not afraid to Rock that Orange Jumpsuit!!

You can’t agree with everyone and you won’t but if something upsets you that badly there is always the Unsubscribe, Restrict, Block, UnFriend, or UnFollow options!! Sometimes I do make general observations about what I see on Facebook or Social Media in general but believe me I’m not losing any sleep over what you or anyone else posts. Why? Because I will kick you to the curb in a hot minute before I allow anything to interfere with my ability to eat, sleep or carry on my daily activities. I have and will continue to Delete Off-base Comments at My discretion. Why? Because this is my Blog.

It’s My House & I Live Here! (Apologies to Diana Ross.) Unfortunately I must disable comments on any type of political or racial blog posts because of the haters, flamers & trolls. Not trying to hear asshole bullshit.

There is no reason for arguments and twisted dialogue trying prove me wrong and you right. I’ve noticed over the last six years I usually get a lot of bullshit comments and just plain stupid ass statements when I post something concerning race relations in the United States. Obviously or maybe it isn’t to some narrow minded people my perspective is that of a Black Woman in America. Emphasis on Black.  On that note given what has been going on in the USA over the last few weeks I’ve made some decisions to be part of the solution.

Joined the NAACP

Make small donations to Black Lives Matter. Yes I unashamedly support the Movement. Don’t Like it. Lump it or follow the previous instructions. Close the door on your way out.

I have a thick skin. Keep in mind working in a white environment. Living in a white country if I took to heart every insult, slight, just plain dumbass statement that white people make I would have committed suicide a long time ago. However everyone who knows me that if you step to me I don’t back down from a challenge. Very few people mess with me without experiencing some sort of consequence. I’m peaceful up to a point. My parents did not raise a doormat. Being a Christian does not make me a push-over nor will it silence my voice. It’s not all peace, love and light with me. Get. Over. It.  My circle is small and I keep it that way.

This is My House and I Live Here!!

BTW being Pro-Black does not mean being anti-white. It does mean looking out for your own people in world where any one of us can be executed, exterminated or annihilated at the whim of sadistic police.  Cops who have been given a free pass to do away with an entire race just based on their biased stereotypes. Cops who know that there will be no consequences for their actions. They may get put on some type of administrative leave but they still collect their paychecks while those Black families who lost their Loved ones struggle to bury them, take care of children left behind and must live with a hole in their hearts forever.  My house is on fire so I must take action.

Racism has been real for me my entire life. From the day I was sussed to white school and sat next to a red haired white kid and the first word out of his mouth was nigger to a few years ago when a white co-worker attempted to assault me at the job. Thanks to my U.S. Army training I got the guy off me.

It’s real people. It’s real. That white co-worker after threatening another white co-worker was “allowed” to retire. That means he can come back to the job anytime. That means next time might be my last time.

Will there be a hue and cry from white America if I disappeared from the scene. Honestly. No. Just like on Sunday white people will go to their respective churches. Worship a white Jesus and go on with their lives. After all Black Lives have No Value in America. Stone. Cold. Hard. Honest. Truth.

#BlackLivesMatter

Black Lives Matter

Kevin Hart INSPIRATIONAL Interview At The Breakfast Club Power 105.1 (6/10/2016)

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Baby Boy


He looked like an Angel albeit a broken Angel splayed out on the cold marble floor. His head at angles with his twisted body along with his staring unseeing eyes extinguished any hope that the embers of life still burned within him.  The earth came up to meet him and swallowed him into the heavens.  The Benjamins make a poor parachute.

Cupid shot by his own Arrow.
Cupid shot by his own Arrow.

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Baby Boy

Baby Boy Got $200 sneakers as a reward for cussing the teachers and failing in school. Teacher or principals fault. Grades all F but it ain’t me you fucked up can’t you see! School’s for Fools. Some place I don’t want to be.

Baby Boy he never wrong. They got it all mixed up seeing me strong. Y’all know I’m the King of my crew. God’s Gift to everything.

But in the back of your head all you can see is yo’ no count Daddy, welfare system and crackhead Momma staring back in the mirror saying you gonna be like me.

Hanging out in the upper class nabe with my hoodrat crew. See a few things I wanna take. Wait a minute! What’s that I hear! A siren in back of me. Starting to fear. Next thing I’m on Lock down in Juvie Hall. Where my crew at now when as I’m taking this fall.

Baby boy lying in a ditch. Worse off than being a Snitch. Off to Rikers’ to be somebody’s Bitch. Baby Boy. You Done. You Done.

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His rhymes had got him to the big time. Opened new doors of upper class vice and sin. The immoralities of the 1%. I gazed at my son from the balcony of one of the greatest art institutions in the city seeing not the young man who had entered the 27 Club of the Immortals but every little boy running up and down Linden Blvd., Jamaica Avenue, Fulton Street or Sedgwick Avenue running to be the next 50 cent or Jay-Z finding fame and winding up on 27 Jump Street misjudging the doubles lives one foot in the hood and the other on Central Park West or the Upper East Side seeking Hipster fame and validation.

Jump my Son/Sun. Jump out of your dreams and into Eternity.

Laptop Death 


Well my Laptop finally died so this means the end of my Blogging career. I had planned to drop this blog anyway because my health has taken a turn for the worse. Truly I can no longer keep up nor do I have money to purchase a new laptop. The laptop dying is the last straw and confirmation that it’s time for me to move on.

I think that I’ve said everything I need to say with this blog and now what little money I have will go towards doctors, food, rent and cell phone. Nothing left over to replace or repair laptops. 

It’s been time for me to disengage, separate and part ways. I wish everyone well on their journey. 

I will keep adding posts to my Photography Blog Roaming Urban Gypsy. 

Farewell to All. 

The Chatty Grim Reaper: Ghouls, Goblins, Gourds & Ghost


 

 

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/goblin-market#sthash.vhZYXHK6

 

 

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The Chatty Grim Reaper: Ghouls, Gourds & Ghost

 

In the midst of cerebral cortex telepathic battle Cloud~Walker Khia was able to disengage and uplifting her spirit to the  astral plane back towards happier more pleasant time when her greatest thoughts and desires centered on the Best Vibes Collective for their interactive dance party.  The DJ spun records of Old School groups from the 20th Century.

Joyful memories of dancing to the music of her favorite groups such as The Naked Wild Swans, Party Flavors, Snails 7th Planet, and Gryffynn AutoGraph

Hanging out with her Sister Clouds laughing at the gangly jumpy boys balter about the ballroom.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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The Chatty Grim Reaper: This Page Intentionally Left Blank


 

 

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Khia and Rhyan were now locked in full on virtual mental battle that engaged the uttermost recesses of their neural networks. At this point when as Khia began to weaken under mental strain backup arrived. Dhani who embodied and manifested all thought demons had taken on the flesh and now stood ready to utterly destroy Khia vibrant frequencies. These frequencies were the only vibrations Shielding the the Khemetic world. Perhaps now Khia’s Struggle Dance was about to turn tables as it was a sign of desperation that Dhani had summoned denizens of the underworld.

 

Palnoor and Palsot in the Guise of Trillionths?

Khia inwardly exclaimed, “Do my eyes deceive me? Is this just an   Ocular Delusion? Ah Yes. I have entered the Wheel of Time.”

The Soul Transporters came rushing in tearing down Rhyan’s Rheumy Rusty battalions drowning them in Myrrh and Frankincense.

Dhani in retaliation unleashed a pack of albino mutant rats that ate everything in their way including each other. Dhani knowing well the accelerated power of the Grimoire lobbed Khia’s faults and flaws over her head like demented tennis match.

The skies crackled with electrical energy as the Nightmare called Dhani emitted odors from the horribly tangled and mutilated bodies littering the mental landscapes like so much dinosaur dust hurtling through space. Dhani’s venal proclivities Cleo and Leo were akin to marauding  protruding Vulgarities bent on chaos, havoc and utter destruction.

The battle raged along the Infinitesimal fringe.

 

Palnoor and Palsot dispensed with the magic myrrh and frankincense opting for strength of Trillionths which sprang from their foreheads set for Rhyan targeting Dhani. The chase was on.

 

After running what seemed like miles exhaustion overtook Dhani who lay where he dropped into a mossy forest glen his body prepared for confusing floating nocturnal images. There the roots held him fast as other root systems penetrated his skull sutures and thrust forth liquefied brain matter.

 

 

The Chatty Grim Reaper: Columbarium Ether


 

 

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The Chatty Grim Reaper: Columbarium Ether

 

 

The Chatty Grim Reaper: Columbarium Ether

 

Spirit, Mind and Matter Over Flying Divergent Tangents

Lightening ushered forth from out of the ground, a phenomenon that startled Rhyan long enough for Khia to engage her powers.  She committed acts of Ambrosia upon sacred grounds/Lands/Earths & Soils.

Powerful transcendent alchemy shook forth the Soils. She could not allow Rhyan to access the Grimoire. Khia had memorized the Grimoire of her family. The Grimoire ancient books of spells, amulets and talismans, charms and divination had no desire of it’s own but took on the plans of those who possessed it.

Transmutations of Triffidious EchoOsis

Strange plants began sprouting of the ground. Extra terrestrial super vegetation consisting of typically short plants with long narrow leaves, growing wild or cultivated on pasture, odd seed pods appeared strays from regurgitated bird food from winters long past that decided to grow.

These grassy reeds once summoned grew forth and multiply engulfing surrounding wild meadows. Roots spread like a little Army.  Reedy Battalions lurking under the ground, awaiting Resurrection.

Softly illumined by a canopy of glowering green pods filled with a mixture of alien embryos nurtured at Necropolis North a Chartreuse within the sylvan constellation a beautiful busker-boodle consisting of Flying Tangents populated by elegant Cherry Red Full Lipped beauties distributing Jankers.  Killing them with Self-Propelled Witty Knives.

As Seen Through The Panopticon

Sprouting Transformation threatened to open the Earth and Swallow them Whole. Sprouting Candelabra hands.  Etheric messengers and mystical travelers at once engulfed the land. Shores began to ebb and flow. They were Met with such unbridled force that produced crystallized earthquakes within the windstorm.

Khia had to use the full force of her Khemetic powers to contain worlds of changing Discourse. Khia’s strength was being tested within internal war zones for Rhyan had summoned Dhani the Destroyer from her cerebral cortex. Dhani and entity so powerful that it had the power to transverse worlds, universes, galaxies one’s thoughts, memories and desires with the ability to externalize itself into a fully fleshed creature.