"Whereas unlawful combinations and conspiracies have long existed…for the purpose of depriving certain portions and classes of the people...of the rights, privileges, immunities, and protection[s]… and do oppose and obstruct the laws of the United States and their due execution…of justice… and…the constituted authorities...are unable to protect the people aforesaid…"
On Facebook I have a diverse set of friends. Some are 45 supporters, some are Biden supporters, some are politically neutral (if that’s a thing). Still others are in the ‘all lives’ camp or the ‘blue lives’ camp. I don’t unfriend or block unless they cross some line I have yet to define…well anyone promoting … Continue reading Justice, Equality and White Supremacy
I watched the documentary “Cracked Up” and watched a webinar based on the same. Darrell Hammond, the longest tenured comedian on Saturday Night Live, tells his story of how the abuse he suffered as a child hid in his mind until one day the memories erupted like a flood. This eruption of the memory of … Continue reading I Will Be Black and I Will Tell
Because.Because you did.Because you will.Because you are.Because.You hid.You fulfill.You set the bar.BecauseSurvival isSurvival willSurvival drives the carBecause.You had and have the will. You owed nothing, but paid the bill. Anyway. And yet they'll sayBecause.And without pause.I say YES.
Art is expression Art is defiance of oppression Art has eyes of fire Art reveals fears and desire Art brings abundant light Art brings the fight. So I write. Can you hear the message In that visual collage Do you see the scream In that song written about a dream Does the poetry of heartache … Continue reading The Art of Expression
Mourning the loss of an illusion Mourning the loss of a delusion. Mourning the loss of a lie. Not mine But I believed it my whole life. I thought it represented love, the subliminal type. As the lie becomes clear. As manipulation reveals itself here. As I contemplate the lie. Its revelation coming to die. … Continue reading Losing the Lie
There was no phone call to make No nostalgic pictures to post. There was only an empty longing For that which I wanted most. No phone call. No pictures. No reading of scripture Will ever undo the hate with which your So called love used to hit her. There was no phone call to make. … Continue reading This Daughter’s Life
I hemmed and hawed for a week about attending the peaceful rally for George Floyd. It was being held in my hometown. I have anxiety and crowds are a trigger. But I was feeling so helpless. I finally made up my mind on Saturday morning upon waking to the news that yet another unarmed Black … Continue reading I Wanted to Scream…
“The chant rang out and the peasants danced.” The 2019 Lobotero blog began. This was in response to 45's “Drain the swamp.” The first time I heard 45 use the phrase, I was appalled. But I seemed to be the only one. Everyone took the phrase to mean that he was going to eliminate corruption … Continue reading Drain the swamp-He meant what he said.
It was the summer of 2016, the year when Philando Castille and Alton Sterling were killed by the police in the same week. It was July. I was attending Immaculata University and one of my classes was Police & Society. I will never understand; no scratch that; I now understand why the class wasn’t cancelled. … Continue reading The Other Why