Drama

The Blackman’s Story: Part Two

 

The Blackmans Story: Part Two

1989

“The Central Park Five”

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In 2012 Sarah Burns and her husband David Mc Mahon released a documentary “The Central Park Five”. The content of this film focuses on racism in the media and how being black can be a strong factor for public opinion. Often one is judged guilty before proven innocent based on one’s skin color and gender. According to The New York Times, the attacks on the Central Park jogger and others in the park on April 19, 1989 were “the most widely publicized crimes of the 1980s.”

An important aspect of this case is that all five of the accused confessed to a number of crimes that had been committed that night, but none admitted to raping the jogger. However, four out of the five confessed to being an accomplice to rape…

They retracted their statement of guilt claiming that they had been intimidated, lied to and coerced into making false confessions.

Needless to say

They were convinced of most charges based on discrimination the case was headed by a malicious prosecutor. In 2003 the five convicted juveniles sued New York City for emotional distress caused by years of wrongful imprisonment.

2014

In Plain Sight

Eric Garner

9Surrounded by a sea of white officers and outnumbered, on July 17, 2014 Eric Garner was taken down by Officer Daniel Pantaleo in an illegal chokehold prohibited by the New York City Police Department.

“I can’t Breathe”

While lying face down on the sidewalk four officers restrained Garner, and he repeated “I can’t Breathe” eleven times. He lay unconscious on the side walk surrounded by officers who did nothing to assist him. In addition, upon arrival on the scene the EMT failed to carry out their duties because it was their judgement that Garner was still breathing.

A Death Sentence

The medical examiners final report on cause of death: the result of a chokehold compression of the neck, compression of chest and prone positioning during physical restrained by police.

The outcome: nevertheless there was no indictment of officer Pantaleo.

Being a black male seems to be reasonable cause for white officers to intimidate, harass, humiliate and arrest. Case in point, Officer Daniel Pantaleo is the subject of two civil rights suits. Pantaleo is accused of falsely arresting two black men in 2013 and order them to strip naked on the streets for a search. Police all over the country feel entitled to routinely stereotype and discriminate against Black men. They have been accused of being insensitive and too quick to use militarized tactics in response when dealing with the black communities.

There is no end in sight. Since the 1999 death of Amadou Diallo, 76 men and women of color were killed while in police custody. As long as injustice prevails against people of color… acting peacefully is impossible-we must continue to rise up.

 

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Drama

THE BLACK MAN’S STORY

 

The Black Man’s Story: Nothing Has Changed

Part 1-Then

“If it doesn’t fit, you must acquit.” These words uttered by Johnnie Cochran in the Simpson trial, referring to a piece of evidence that a white officer purposely planted in order to trap Simpson. The Black man’s fight for equal recognition under an unjust judicial system is a long and deplorable history. In addition, in total violation of a black man human rights is the decision that “A black man has no rights a white man is bound to respect”, as stated by Chief Justice Roger B. Taney in the Scott V. Sanford case (1857).

In each case of white mans’ justice, and black man’s denial people of color took to the streets in protest for justice.

In 1997, Officer Justin Volpe sodomized Abner Louima with a broomstick. This assault on a Blackman led to “A Day of Outrage” march headed by Rev. Al Sharpton. At that time I was a freelance reporter for Street News, here is an account of what I witnessed.

WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING:THE DAY OF OUTRAGE

The black community was once again out-raged by the crimes that were committed by the NYPD against Abner Louima. Like so many people of color, I missed other rallies always intending to go but could never find myself there.

No one could seem to fathom what happened to Abner Louima. What I can tell you is that August 29, 1997 was not a day of outrage. The real day of outrage was when Abner Louima was arrested and brutally violated. This was a day that changed his life.

The marchers were young, old, white, Black, Spanish and Asian. This was a day for strength, love and unity. A day to rise up to cry out and to allow Abner Louima’s voice to be heard through the masses.

While we were walking I heard a voice from the crowd shout, “We are a powerful, peaceful, God-loving and God fearing people. We shall continue to march again and again until the unjust white walls of Jericho come tumbling down. There were many people carrying signs. One of them read “Volpe admitted murder” Another said, “Justice time no Bargain, “and “Dishonest cops make dishonest arrest.”

Another Case of Justice gone wrong.

In 1989 they were called the” Juvenile five, 4 black males and one of Latin decent, and were accused of assault, robbery, riot, rape and the attempted murder, of a white female jogger in Central Park. They are now known as the Central Park Five.

 

To be continued…. March 29, 2015

Drama

THE TERROR OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE

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This article is in honor of the women who came before me and the ones after me.

            I had blinders on. I wasn’t blinded by love just pure ignorance. My mother never whispered words of warning about the “wolves in sheep’s clothing”, nor did I see the “proceed with caution sign”. I describe my experience with domestic violence, as being in the Twilight Zone, during that period of time nothing seemed real, it felt like it was staged. Although my wounds have healed, my heart is mended and my spirit restored; I think about the women who did not make it out and are still knee deep in the grips of the terror of domestic violence. My story is one of hope, desire and rebirth.

 

The Face in My Mirror

A Self Portrait

 I woke up that morning as I did every morning, feeling like I had been drinking all night. My head was heavy and my mouth was dry. The bedroom was dark the blinds were closed and the drapes drawn. This atmosphere reflected my spirit. I carried myself to the bathroom as though I was a fat lady who weighed a thousand pounds. What was usually a short trip from my bedroom to the bathroom turned into an endless journey. Each step that I took towards my destination moved further and further away. When I reached the bathroom the cold tile sent chills up my spine. I was not aware that I had no slippers on my feet. I closed my eyes before turning on the light, a ritual that I performed every day.

I stood for a moment slowly opening my eyes to let the light in. I stared at myself in the mirror, searching for signs of life but there was only emptiness. I could no longer force a smile or even wash away the sadness that soured my soul. For year, I had worn a mask in public to hide the sadness I kept in my heart.

I glanced over at my dressing table where I sat to apply my make-up, just as a clown would sit down to his dressing table to paint the face that entertained the guests who have come to see the show. I thought to myself, not today, no more hiding, no more pretending.

I had to make a choice to come face to face with the truth about how corrupt I was living. At that moment, I began to feel an instant wave of relief wash over me. I made a long awaited decision, no more masquerade.

It was December 1, 1994, the day I hit rock bottom.

It also was the best day of my life.

It has been years … Since I decided not to dance with the devil anymore…I decided to face my fears, open my closet and let out all the skeletons, no more secrets.

What I did not know then. I know now.

“Divine time and order”. There were lessons to learn even though some of them came with a price.

It was 1988, I met a quiet, charming, handsome man who was drug free, hardworking and attracted to me. He said that he “wanted me to be his wife and mother of his children”. I said, “Yes” and good-bye to “Ms. Party Girl”, I led a clean life by stopping the drinking, and drugging and I settled into married life.

After setting into the role of “Mrs. Homemaker” not long after I found myself in an abusive situation. My husband turned from prince charming into a MONSTER. All my dreams of a happy forever after came crashing down, and I returned to booze and drugs for the next four years. I was desperate to hold on to what I thought was my only chance at a happy life.

On December 1, 1994, when I stood in that bathroom looking at myself in the mirror, I saw someone that I know did not recognize.   I no longer desired to be a victim anymore. My first step on the road to well-being and enlightenment was to free myself from a relationship that only aided in me falling into a deep depression and lowering my self-esteem.

Once I accomplished securing my freedom I relocated and the real work began. I entered into the world of therapy, seeking to find out why my life had turned out the way it did. I honestly felt that all the trouble was due to me choosing men who were all wrong for me.

Seven sessions into therapy, I discovered that at the core of my problems was that I never experienced a true caring, loving and trusting relationship. Not even with my parents. After years of therapy and a lot of soul searching, I learned to love myself, accept myself, and to make peace with my past. I have learned the art of true forgiveness, unconditional love and acceptance.

My choices don’t make me a good or bad person, it’s what I do about the choices I make. I look to “ME” for happiness and rejoice in the happiness that others bring into my life. Now my life is filled with much joy and peace. To this end I have a very important message to share from Maya Angelou, she said “Once you heal yourself, help to heal others one person at a time”.

 An excerpt from The Original Article “The face in My Mirror” Street News

 

 

 

 

Random Thoughts

Whose Business is it Anyway?

Norton's

There is a continuing debate as to why women of all race, culture, and religious beliefs are going against the gender norm set forth by society. Women who are not married, pregnant, and have not obtained a higher level of education, have not achieved financial stability, and settled in a long term career, at an certain age as dictated by society  .

These women  have selected to walk the road less travled by not following social order, have been accused of throwing society into chaos because they are not fulfilling their proper gender role.

What Say You?