I did find a slight update to this ongoing story regarding the recovered 1955 warrant for Carolyn Bryant. There was a book that was made public about the Emmett Till situation that was originally going to be archived at the University of North Carolina. Since news spread about the missing warrant, the author decided to make this book public. Carolyn Bryant told her husband Roy not to hurt Emmett Till, but that’s a load of crap. It’s like she had to link up one lie after another to try and keep her story straight which is failing. I suck at lying and even I can tell this is obviously not true or matching the other stories. Demetra Kaye from the African Diaspora News Network gave her 2 cents on the subject while also giving this recent information. I just get angrier every time I hear something new about this massive delay with the warrant and how this is being handled. Don’t get me wrong, I thought it was cool how there was a #PullUpSummer moment by going to addresses where Carolyn lived including a nursing home. Hopefully, she gets found and is forced to answer for the murder and subterfuge she’s responsible for. I don’t care if she is in her 80s or 800 years old. Carolyn needs to face the consequences of the murder of Emmett Till. Pardon the political parody, but LOCK HER UP! Tell me why she doesn’t deserve that phrase shouted at her as she goes to court and eventually the pen. I have no sympathy for vile lifeforms (I will not call her human) when others have been killed or jailed for far less assuming if they did anything horrible at all!
Deception wore the most luxurious diadems
Filling echo chambers from coast to coast
Banging tunes with subterfuge for lyrics
CGI correction over atrocities assuming if there’s no pixelation in sight
Like a thousand flocks of ostriches
Heads depart into suburban dunes
Maybe that California girl was right about the world being chained
Tunnel vision in full effect
Walls emerge to block veritable light
Instead of LCD skies
Yet the cogs of the illusions keep turning
Through blissful inaction
Icons were forced to the masses
Spotlights, plaques, trophies, statues
All on full display
A finger from out of nowhere points to these sights
Without any audibles, the crowd mindlessly cheers
You know what they say about 50,000 or more fans, right?
The contrary was ignored
As heroes did insidious things off-camera
Caustic words, disrespect, subterfuge, even genocides
Yet they still get extolled
Pedestals become broken
When the unknowns and the slandered should’ve had them
Real heroes don’t call themselves heroes
The ones forced are always the ones who cause disappointment
10. People like me couldn’t make it to a university much less graduate on time.
9. If you work hard, you’ll automatically be successful.
8. The independent music scene doesn’t have any cliques, drama or backstabbers like in the mainstream.
7. The Lion King is a fully original movie that would never plagiarize something like anime or music choices.
6. People who are huge bullies and jerks can always be redeemed.
5. Anger is a sin.
4. Christopher Columbus discovered America and he was very respectful to the Indigenous population then.
3. Going to a Christian school would make me less of a bullying target.
2. People who do heroic things will be praised at all times and evil will always lose.
1. Saying affirming things is somehow bragging when I do it even if I don’t say I’m better than anyone, but when others legitimately boast about themselves, they somehow have “earned it”.
Reality weighs heavy on so many minds
Exponentially increasing paranoia
Escaping into comfortable fantasies where atrocities and uncomfortable truths don’t exist
Downplaying obscure narratives
That can crush someone’s worldview
It doesn’t matter if one believes in a higher power or not
Since anyone can get strung out on saccharine lies
There’s an illusion of an absolutely safe capsule, but one risks being stuck there for eons
Proving Alexander Pushkin right a thousandfold
I don’t feel like doing anything poetic. I need to let off some steam about the chaos going on. This climate has made me sad, furious, and nervous among other things. Some of the answers should be obvious to some of you when I ask these questions.
How insane is it that reporters are getting assaulted and arrested just for doing their jobs? People know it’s violating freedom and the press and the 1st Amendment, right?
How is it that the Third Amendment would actually come up in conversation outside of the confines of a US government or citizenship class? The fact that it was invoked to get National Guard troops out of DC hotels in my lifetime is mind blowing. It even trended on Twitter of all places, too!
What does this say about society when Sesame Street characters can show up at a CNN Town Hall and address the issues of racism, police brutality, white privilege, protesting, and reconciliation better than any politician of either major American political party during my lifetime?
How is it that plants and instigators of the peaceful protests get treated better than those who are legitimately protesting nonviolently? Also, why isn’t mainstream media going hard against the undercover agents looting and just blame every black person they see who happens to be nearby?
How is it that the Buffalo cops can still lie on an elderly white protestor, get caught lying when the video came out, or how 57 officers “resigned” in support of the police who pushed them? Once the video dropped, white America for one second got to see what it was like to be black when they saw someone who could be their grandfather, father, brother, or even them have his skull crack on the pavement and bleed while the authorities walked by like nothing happened.
How come “Reopen the State” Covidiots can threaten governors, policemen, and can show up willy-nilly with AK-47s and AR-15s on government property and no one does anything yet unarmed anti-racism protestors get met with batons, rubber bullets, flash grenades, or even military forces?
So teachers can be punished (suspended or fired) for yelling at children, yet a cop in Fontana, California can get paid leave for raping a minor 4 years ago, and just NOW get charged for it? I’m sorry, but if anyone doesn’t get fired and arrested for such a heinous act, then NOBODY should be fired!
Why aren’t Breonna Taylor’s killers even charged yet? She really needs justice and those murderers shouldn’t be able to get away scot-free for what they did.
How is it that whatever good cops are there get punished and/or bullied for calling out against police brutality or trying to stop abusive behavior, but the ones who do the abusing get protected?
A football player can conflate anti-racist causes with “disrespecting the flag” and one’s just right to have an opinion, but to call out against systemic racism and they should just “shut up and dribble”? Double standards much when it comes to athletes of certain complexions?
What does it say that people are more offended by people wanting equality than Mark Wahlberg actually committing hate crimes in the 80s against black and Vietnamese people? Boy, does this make Marky Mark and the Funky Bunch look like vile cultural appropriation in hindsight, don’t you think?
How is it that some Republicans can jump ship to support a Democrat? I’m an independent and even I was like “Wait? WHAAAAAT?! How is this possible?”. This makes no sense.
Why is it that the same people who try to stock up on arms in case there’s tyrannical activity in America are eerily silent about legit unconstitutional attacks on peaceful protestors and reporters?
How can so many countries actually protest against racial injustice at once regardless of their demographics?
Those are a few observations I’ve noticed over the past couple of weeks. Hypocrisy, bigotry, and mass confusion has been rattling my brain.
I’m sure some of you have heard about the new Netflix series Self Made about Madame CJ Walker. I haven’t seen this show, but when I heard that they did Annie Malone wrong, I just had to talk about it.
This is the second time when real life affects my “Dear Innovare…” album. First, we have the unfortunate passing of Cameroonian musician Manu Dibango who wrote “Soul Makossa” (AKA The song “Wanna Be Starting Something” ripped off) as mentioned in “Cameroonian Originality March” and now Self Made slanders Annie Malone?
This ticked me off so much since CJ Walker is NOTHING without Annie Malone and I hate how she never got the credit for being the first ADOS female millionaire and also the first one to make a beauty college. It seems like I’ve been proven right about so many different things over the past year or so like how I was exposed to The Lion’s Share documentary or Petite Noir’s La Maison Noir music video. This is why we need to tell our own stories. I was glad that the blogger talking about this Wongel Zelalem thought it was an amazing learning experience and wanted to get the history right. If you’re curious about her accent, it’s because she’s from Ethiopia, by the way. The truth needs to be shared out there.
Doesn’t speak to my being
After hearing lies
WARNING: The following poem is scathing in it’s honesty and has elements of caustic sarcasm in it. I’m normally a literal person, but the rare times when I get sarcastic, I’m merciless with it. Don’t expect me to hold back and not just because I’m not a fan of this company.
The Happiest Place on Earth was all a lie in hindsight.
I certainly wanted to be happy and joyful, yet I was never meant to have that kind of positivity. I could die not visiting those castles in Orlando and Anaheim, and I’d be okay with this (Sure, I’ve been to Orlando, but I never went to THAT place).
There were things I learned, but I never realized some of these things until I was in my teens or even as an adult.
I learned that beauty always equals goodness because ugly people are worthless at best or evil at worst.
I learned that happy endings come to those who don’t work hard or work smart. Well, only for certain people, that is.
I learned that originality is a sin, so it’s better to adapt, buy the rights to something or outright plagiarize someone else’s work.
I learned that princes don’t look like me.
I learned that true love is the only things that matters.
I learned that if you’re female, then you better be a size 2 at worst. Being very emaciated or obese is tantamount to being evil for those lacking a Y chromosome.
I learned that wishing is the best way to get what you want. Well, only for certain people.
I learned that fantasy is more important than reality.
I learned that you can sing your cares away because nothing EVER bad happens in musicals (Bjork reference!).
I learned that Africa is more appealing to the animators when there are no humans who look like they are from the continent. It’s a lascivious fantasy for both furries and open racists. Yeah, I said it!
I learned that stories should be recycled for that cash flow.
I learned that poverty and homelessness aren’t really THAT bad especially if you’re a stray animal.
I learned that cultural appropriation and racial degradation is the name of the game although the Polynesian community managed to be taken respectfully though.
I learned that you can’t be a hero unless you have at least one dead parent. I guess broken home lives are better for them?
I learned that life isn’t like the movies and I wished more people would notice this. Not everyone will have the same experience and some are targets of ridicule. I pity those edified by a mouse.
Traditions blurred so many lines in my life
I believed them without question
From so many people older and supposedly smarter than me
While I knew about morality and spirituality
I found out that I was exploited
Hijacked doctrines permeated in my brain
To the point where I thought I wasn’t good enough of a human being
(The fact I have melanin and some emotional issues only added to the paranoia)
Learning about (my) unlocked history opened my eyes
I knew the morality and spirituality was coded in
What I didn’t know was the appropriation and bastardization
Was greater than I could imagine
Doctrines for right living were perverted
Into institutionalized bigotry
Double standards in humanity
And the transformation into low key murder cults
I know everybody has their own beliefs
I do not wish to force my world view onto others
Regardless if they knew my beliefs or outlook or not
This journey of finding myself and my missing heritage
Lead to great discoveries
But also uncomfortable truths
Eza mokano ya Nzankomba…