Just a note…


…to let everyone know that dear Rebel is not feeling well today, and will be back with you tomorrow.

 

She had a problem with her medication — no one had her heart meds in stock, and she has been without for several days.  That was fine until last night, when her pulse and blood pressure started do a  rollercoaster imitation — UP then down then UP then down….
Our marvelous pharmacist tracked it down about 30 minutes south of us, and I was able to get it tonight after work.  She’s had the first dose and is already feeling better, and we expect her to be right as rain again tomorrow!

 

As always, thanks for your thoughts and prayers.

 

Signed,

The Sister

Precious Life


Originally posted on Source of Inspiration:

mother's love

How precious is life?
How precious life is.

I do not wish to live
so much that I close
my eyes to what is happening
nor will I sell my integrity
for one more day in a world
of darkness, greed and hate.

Yet if those of us who walk
in the light do not stand firm,
say “No More!” to the insanity
of destruction, then we hand
our beautiful world to those
of evil intent.

Each of us who holds the light
sends its luminosity out
pushing back the darkness
which can not exist where
there is light. When our
light combines with others,
it grows with rolling force.

Come brothers and sisters,
join hands, let our voices
be heard. Together with
the mighty force of Love, we
can stop this downward spiral
and create a world of peace,
compassion, and justice for all.

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Precious Life


Originally posted on Source of Inspiration:

mother's love

How precious is life?
How precious life is.

I do not wish to live
so much that I close
my eyes to what is happening
nor will I sell my integrity
for one more day in a world
of darkness, greed and hate.

Yet if those of us who walk
in the light do not stand firm,
say “No More!” to the insanity
of destruction, then we hand
our beautiful world to those
of evil intent.

Each of us who holds the light
sends its luminosity out
pushing back the darkness
which can not exist where
there is light. When our
light combines with others,
it grows with rolling force.

Come brothers and sisters,
join hands, let our voices
be heard. Together with
the mighty force of Love, we
can stop this downward spiral
and create a world of peace,
compassion, and justice for all.

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Who is Darren Wilson? Why Did You Shoot Michael Brown Jr. 6-11 Times? Where is the Photo of Your Orbital Fracture? Why Didn’t You Write an Incident Report?


Originally posted on MrMilitantNegro™:

 

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Originally posted on 3CHICSPOLITICO

 

 

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So many questions! It’s seeping out DRIP, DRIP, DRIP… even after Darren Wilson has tried to scrub his online postings. Our families can never be allowed to give these cops the benefit of the doubt, not when it comes to our children.

 

Someone should have started digging on Darren Wilson from day one, because in case black folks didn’t know it, the laws and rules don’t equally apply to them, certainly not inSANFORD, Florida and FERGUSON, Missouri.



No, you are not immune to being placed under a microscope, Darren Wilson! see we don’t even know exactly how many bullets you riddled Michael Brown’s body with.

 

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Cops shoot 18-year old 16 times in Ottawa, Kansas


Originally posted on Blackbutterfly7:

Joseph JenningsJoseph Jennings was 18 years old. He was depressed, had seizures, and was suicidal. His aunt, Brandy Smith, told Ottawa, Kansas police that her nephew tried killing himself with an overdose of pills last week. Two of the officers that took Joseph to the hospital for the overdose were among those who on Saturday, shot Joseph 16 times. Joseph was unarmed.

Smith said that she told the cops that Joseph was suicidal, upset, and to not shoot him. Her husband was within an arm’s reach of Joseph, but the cops threatened to shoot him if he got involved.

“I told them, ‘That’s Joseph Jennings, he’s suicidal, he’s upset, don’t shoot him,’” Smith said. “And that’s what I don’t understand is, why did it take them shooting him 16 times at least for them to bring him down? Why didn’t they bag him, knock him down, and then go and take…

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A Hundred Falling Veils (2014)


Originally posted on ZarasWorld:

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Having acquainted myself with your soul; I realised shortly after
The kind of familiarity could breed only devotion
I feel honoured to have been introduced to a soul
Moulded from the very fibre mine was missing

A mirrored reflection of soul’s companion
Enchanting as your powerful essence embraced me with love
My beloved; a hundred falling veils witnessed the shadow rise
Transparent is your timeless compassion; intoxicating our only beat

© Zara Hussain (2014)
‘A Hundred Falling Veils’ is written in collaboration with Incandescent Moon. An amazing poet/spoken word artist whose words make you fall into deep contemplation. Do pay his wonderful blog a visit!

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Another Woman Who Worked to be Equal


Susan Griffin is a poetess who has published two collections of poetry. She worked in many stereotypical female jobs. Her poetry reflects much of the experiences she gained in these jobs. She lives in San Francisco. This poem is one of my favorites.

 

I Like to Think of Harriet Tubman

 

I like to think of Harriet Tubman.

Harriet Tubman who carried a revolver,

who had a scar on her head from a rock thrown

by a slave-master (because she

talked back), and who

had a ransom on her head

of thousands of dollars and who

was never caught, and who

had no use for the law

when the law was wrong,

who defied the law. I like

to think of her.

I like to think of her especially

when I think of the problem of

feeding children.

 

The legal answer

to the problem of feeding children

is ten free lunches every month,

being equal, in the child’s real life,

to eating lunch ever other day.

Monday but not Tuesday.

I like to think of the President

eating lunch Monday, but not

Tuesday.

And when I think of the President

and the law, and the problem of

feeding children, I like to think to

think of Harriet Tubman

and her revolver.

 

and then sometimes

I think of the President

and other men,

men who practice the law,

who revere the law,

who make the law,

who enforce the law

who live behind and operate through

and feed themselves

at the expense of

starving children

because of the law,

men who sit in paneled offices,

and think about vacations

and tell women

whose care it is

to feed children

not to be hysterical

not to be hysterical as in the word

hysterikos, the greek for

womb suffering,

not to care,

not to bother the men

because they want to think

of others things

and do not want

to take the women seriously.

I want them

to take women seriously.

I want them to think about Harriet Tubman,

and remember,

remember she was beat by a white man

and she lived

and she lived to redress her grievances,

and she lived in swamps

and wore the clothes of a man

bringing hundreds of fugitives from

slavery, and was never caught,

and led an army,

and won a battle,

and defied laws

because the laws were wrong, I want men

to take us seriously.

I am tired wanting them to think

about right and wrong.

I want them to fear.

I want them to feel fear now

as I have felt suffering in the womb, and

I want them

to know

that there is always a time

there is always a time to make right

what is wrong,

there is always a time

for retribution

and that time is beginning.

 

 

 Ms. Tubman also worked in the women’s movement. She believed in equality for all people regardless of gender or skin color.She was tough and determined. Ms. Tubman crossed the Mason Dixon line hundreds of times to bring runaway slaves north to live in freedom. She also gave lectures to abolitionist groups, which wasn’t done. She was a woman and a woman of color standing up in front of  a room of mostly white people speaking her truth. Explaining what slavery was really like. Perhaps God did touch her and give her an angel to protect her as she went about her very important work. In my heart and soul, Harriet Tubman earned a Medal of Honor even though there was no such thing in the 1800’s. There wasn’t a Medal of Honor but she wouldn’t have been awarded it if there had been. But, when I think of Harriet Tubman, she is a woman who has earned all medals and whose bravery and determination helped to change the world and helped end the horror of slavery.

 

 

 

 

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  No matter what gender we are, or what skin color we have, or what religion or spiritual system we practice, of if we practice any system, no matter if we are Oxford educated or street educated, we are all one people and we are the family of man. We have a journey of one life and we are all equal. We have one planet and we must preserve her to preserve our lives.

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