After reading the above articles and coming to your own conclusion, I’m interested to know your thoughts on Safe Injection Facilities. I also want to know your thoughts on my opinion of preferential treatment being provided to White America in how drug abuse is treated and viewed when it’s a White America problem versus a Black America problem.
I’m sick and tired of people trying to tell me to get over it and deal with it he’s the president.
I’m sick and tired of hearing give him a chance. Who did he give a chance? Did he give Pres. Obama a chance? Did he try to facilitate positive change in our country? Did he give people that look like me a chance? Did he give women a chance? No he didn’t!
I’m sick and tired of hearing it’s not that serious. You’re making a big deal out of nothing. When I heard Lil Hands state over and over he’s going to “make America great again,” while attempting to fill his cabinet with mega rich, predominantly White males who have little if any experience in the areas they are being nominated; it’s a big deal! When known White supremacist are being placed in key positions that can only “make America outwardly racists again,” it’s a big deal!
I’m sick and tired of hearing he’s all citizens of the United States president. I’ll still be shouting he’s not my president! I didn’t vote for him. We don’t share the same basic truth that all men and women are created equal. How can two walk together except they agree? It would be one thing if our differences in opinions were just politics. However, that’s not the issue. We don’t agree on foundational morals and ethics. Cheetoh Man has serious character flaws, and clearly he’s not willing to change because he’s always right!
I’m sick and tired of my own people. We complain, but don’t include a solution for our complaint. We allow the dollar to rule our decision making, when we should take a stand. In the face of opposition we can look through history and read where our people took a stand. They stood for something that mattered! Where is that today? Yet, these are the type of people we allow our children to emulate.
I’m sick and tired, yet I’m more determined than ever to be an instrument of change. I’ll talk about what I’m committing to do in my next post.
I can relate to this article. My name is Annjanette. I have had people mispronounce my name and call me every other name that begins with an A, but Annjanette.
The older I have become, the more adamant I am about pronouncing and spelling my name correctly. When I entered college, instructors and classmates would ask, “What else are you called?” I would say, “Annjanette.”
When I entered Corporate America, I was asked the same question with a twist, “What’s your nickname?” I would respond, “I don’t use my nickname in the workplace. I use Annjanette.”
I’ve had managers pronounce and spell my name wrong. I insisted on my name being pronounced and spelled correctly. When my name is placed in an Outlook email, the spell check used to change it to Andante. I don’t know if it still does. There were real people who would send me an email that began – “Hello, Andante.”
I would be so tempted to reply and spell their name wrong, but I didn’t. My email would start with a greeting and then my first sentence would be, “My name is Annjanette.” Of course I would receive apologies, but I admit that those people loss work professional points with me. Not taking the time to spell my name correctly shows a lack of concern and the person doesn’t value me.
One of the latest incidents that’s still fresh in my mind happened about two years ago. I had an interim supervisor, and we had team huddles at the beginning of our shift every day. Every day this dude mispronounced my name, and every day I corrected him! Finally, I had enough! He had mispronounced my name for the last time!
I stopped the huddle and said, “Listen, you have mispronounced my name for the last time! I have corrected you every day, and I realize that pronouncing my name correctly is not important to you. Since you can’t pronounce my name correctly, call me Mrs. Halton!” From that day forward I didn’t call him by his name. If I needed his assistance and he was assisting someone else, I would say tell dude to come over here when he’s finished helping you.
Put some respect on my name!
What irks me even more is Black women are the main ones showing zero empathy or compassion, but without any hesitation support a Black man without knowing the full story.
Why do Black women find it easier not to support each other?! #korryngaines #sayhername
This book was an eye opener for me. I enjoyed the method the author used to say what he wanted to say. It’s refreshing to read a book where the author doesn’t apologize for his thoughts or feelings. So many times authors apologize for what they say, or say readers misinterpreted the meaning of their statements.
Not D. Watkins! He speaks his mind in a manner that says – yes, I meant what I said!
So many of the words he stated are my sentiments too. I liked how he was able to weave parts of his story into the current events that have touched many of us. There are two passages that resonated with me, and I still reflect on these passages today.
He calls out Black men for allowing other Black men to speak negatively about Black women, and treat us horribly. He points out how time and time again Black women support Black men when they have no one else to depend on. He admonished Black men to take a stand for Black women!
This passage caused me to really think about the Pledge of Allegiance and what it means to me as a Black women, and I realized it’s not for me. Just as the writer realized it wasn’t for him. Now, I can no longer stand and take that pledge. I have not experienced liberty and justice for all.
If you want to read a thought provoking book that makes you question the importance of Black American lives, pick up “The Beast Side.” If you want to read the reality of living and dying while Black in America, read “The Beast Side.”
I grew up in what used to be called Pyramid Courts, which is now named Leroy McBride. In these projects, I had some of the best times of my life. It’s quite disturbing to read about the despair of the current residents.
Reading the article (the link is below) disgusted and angered me. To read how those that are poor or less fortunate have been marginalized and their voice silenced further demonstrates how being a minority and poor is a double negative.
Chaos In Cairo
If you are disturbed as I am, please contact the HUD regional office and demand prompt action be taken to remedy this atrocity!
Chicago Regional Office
U.S. Department of Housing and Urban Development
Antonio R. Riley – Regional Administrator
77 West Jackson Boulevard
Chicago, IL 60604
Phone: (312) 353-5680
Fax: (312) 913-8293
Last night there was breaking news of a church shooting in Charlotte with little details. This morning we wake up to the awful reality that a young, White man decided to enter a church, and after sitting for an hour (the unconfirmed report) stood up and allegedly said “I came to shoot Black people” and proceeded to do just what he said he came to do. This is a horrific display of racism and hatred!
Since this tragedy, the above picture has bee my face. I can’t bring myself to smile. I must admit I am angry and said to a few people via text, I don’t want to look at any White people today! I know my coworkers haven’t done anything to me, but this was my genuine feeling. It took me awhile to focus on my daily work. I couldn’t stop thinking about the senselessness of this crime. I felt like those murdered where my family.
I already knew the media would portray this young man as having a mental issue. Just look at the pictures being posted of him. The pictures make him look disturbed. The media wants to induce us into a coma of believing this was simply a mentally disturbed young man, who just randomly went into Mother Emanuel AME Church last night. However, that’s not true!! A young man, who hated Black people, chose a Black Historic landmark in Charlotte to display his hatred.
We are living in turbulent, traumatic times and we need to stop drinking the arsenic laced kool-aid that says racism is dead, and we have proof because we have a Black president. Our children can go anywhere they want and be anything they want to be in life. The only thing holding Black people back is their laziness and they want a handout! Hogwash! Have you viewed the news lately? Have you read any articles lately? Have you read any racist social media post lately?
Racism is alive and well, and racists are showing and telling us every day just how they really feel and we have some that are willing to even kill us to prove how much they hate us. Wake up people! We have work to do!