Rethinking: African American Failed Ideas About Life

Marriage is a wonderful opportunity to establish as a foundation in preparation for the challenges of live.  That’s why all religions have their input into the vows of marriage by interjecting G’d as the object of unity and order.  However, in many cases of marriage, one or both partners has very little or no knowledge about this great institution.  That’s why some groups in the USA discovered that over 50% of all marriages fail. 

http://www.truthorfiction.com/rumors/d/divorce.htm

During the days of slavery a black child was more likely to grow up living with both parents than he or she is today.

Today the number of children born into a black marriage averages less than 0.9 children per marriage. "The birthrates of black married women have fallen so sharply that absent out-of-wedlock childbearing; the African American population would not only fail to reproduce itself, but would rapidly die off."

The above statements are excerpts from: http://www.divorcereform.org/black.html

Segregated School Systems on the Rise

Challenge all comers until greatness, ‘Dare to be great’; to many this phrase has no meaning what so ever.  To those whose eye is on the prize this phrase means everything.  As we enter into the early periods of this 21st century, our greatest American challenge is to keeping our school systems free from bias intent.  Are we the ones to carry the banner of freedom again or will we set on the sideline this time?  Are you aware, the segregation movement is on the rise again? 

Consider, would there have been a civil rights movement without you?  If we hadn’t stood up, what would you suppose America would be like today?   Our freedoms, that all Americans enjoy has a price on it that’s paid in blood and treasure.  All Americans including decent Republicans should be outraged at how Sen. Mark Norris R-Collierville and the State of Tennessee rammed this legislation, without any compromise, link below, down the throats of citizens of the Western Grand Division of Tennessee, mindless. http://www.abc24.com/content/mcs/default.aspx,

Someone has to pull Sen. Norris back in from this ugly, segregation, approach to education. 

Segregation is on the rise in America and it appears as if Sen. Mark Norris R-Collierville is aware of strategies from other sources to make Shelby County a segregated school system.   Go to the links below read about the modern schools segregation movement.

http://www.projectcensored.org/top-stories/articles/2-us-schools-are-more-segregated-today-than-in-the-1950s-source/

http://www.reuters.com/article/2009/01/14/us-usa-segregation-idUSTRE50D7CY20090114

Tennessee Republican Leadership Returns a 1950’s School System

Tennessee’s Republican led House and Senate basically turned back the hands of time by voting to keep its schools separated.  They voted this week to stop the uniting of Memphis School system (Black) and the smaller school system Shelby County (White).   This is a clear sign that regardless of laws and the desire of students to come together those things don’t equal to the will of the Republican Party.

THINGS THAT I SAW IN 1968; BLACK HISTORY MONTH 2011

One of my most shocking experience was the day that Ted, a boyhood friend, and I decided to join the march downtown Memphis, 1968, this day, Dr. King’s peaceful marching days would be over. A riot broke out during Dr. King’s march, which was the first in the nation.


We decided to take a route different from everybody else; from Fowler Homes we took Maryland Street to Third Street to Crump Blvd to Main Street.  As we approached the Chisca Hotel on Main Street, now owned by Church of God in Christ, we were stopped by two white police officers one was tall and thin, the other was short and fat.  The tall officer stepped in front of us first, and then asked where were we going?  I told him that we were going to the march, I didn’t know that a riot had started, he ordered us to turn around and go back.  I immediately responded with, “We have our rights, we want to join the march”.  At that time, without any further warning, the other officer jumps in front of the first officer and lowered his shotgun upon us and pumps it.  The first officer, in what was almost a heavenly voice, as calm as possible told him, “to hold up”.  In the same tone and spirit, he told us to, “turn around, don’t look back, and walk slowly down the street”.  In fear for our lives, that’s what we did; I knew we were in danger.  I saw in that officer’s face, death.

As we walked back to the Fowler Homes, my friend and I didn’t speak a word to each other until we got back to Maryland Street.  Then, from seemingly nowhere came police officers, as we stood on the corner I could see in their eyes, again, death.  They had a strange look on their faces as they stared, looking straight ahead without a side-glance, rolls of officers on motorcycles and in cars poured into Fowler Homes.  I had never seen so many police cars as we stood still on the corner watching them go by.  It was as if they didn’t see us.  By the time we walked from Maryland to Latham, down the driveway to Fourth Street the police had terrorized the neighborhood.  Tear gas was in the air and people were yelling and screaming at us to get off the street.  But, the officers had just passed us a moment ago; they didn’t stop us or said a word to us.

As we finally got to my front porch, the word came down that the police had killed someone.  The boy who was killed name was Larry Payne.  Larry, whose brother name was Carl Payne was also a good friend of mine, had burglarized Seals Roebuck located on Maryland and Third Street a few minutes before my friend and I had made it from downtown.  Larry was the last boy to leave the hiding place where the goods were stashed, in a storage room behind a set of three-story apartments between Mason and Fourth Street.   Larry was left to lock the storage door, as he turned around a short, fat police officer place a shotgun into his stomach and pull the trigger.  The officer, according to witness, shouted it was an accident.  However, later, the press reported that Larry attacked the officer with a knife.

I have always believed that I had a run-in with the same short, fat officer eager to use his shotgun.

Understanding the American Spirit as Envisioned by Dr. Martin L. King

Pledging is a wonderful common practice however, as to many blacks it represents a kick in the rump, a spit in the face, and a violent and vicious rape.  Never the less, I must admit that I do pledge allegiance to the flag of America.  As I have grown in wisdom and understanding, I acknowledge that America has something that still belongs to me and every other American, I want her to stay strong and powerful until I gets what belongs to me.  I pledge in the exact words of all Americans but, in the end, I ask God to make sure she gives to me what belongs to me.  I pledge and hold my hand over my heart that she remains rich and free, so that when I’m paid, I can stand besides other Americans and enjoy what she has grown to be.

I was also in the military at the age of 17, U.S. Marine Corps, Viet Nam era.  When I arrived at Camp Pendleton, Oceanside, California, I was shocked; a group of black Marines was protesting and marching on downtown streets, never seen such power again in black men, however, I said to myself, having marched in Memphis, after the death of Dr. M.L. King,” wow, not again”. In those days, we wore black wrist bands made for shoestrings and had to “dap”, fist tap, each other when we enter another black Marine’s presence.  So, the bottom line is, I’ve put my life up for this great country and still; I want what belongs to me.

Let me tell you what I want.  I want my share of the wealth, power, and constitutional freedom as all Americans want.  Is that all? No!  I want to all of our children taught by the best teachers in the world about capitalism, trade and commerce, and banking and finance, how to be socially responsible, and competitive.  I don’t want to see any separation from other Americans based on race, religion, ethnicity, national origin, sex and age, social, economic, politics, and schools.

Let Freedom Ring; North Africa!

I know several brothers from the North African region; for years they have talked about the human rights problems in their homelands.  For an example, Salat told me that under the some of these governments a man can be arrested for not wearing a beard and under other governments a man can be arrested for wearing a beard.  In some cases a man can be arrested if he doesn’t observe Ju’mah or Friday’s prayers.  I’m happy these people are uprising about their natural freedoms and human rights.  I would suppose, violence in those regions of the world would cease or reduce to nothing after people buck these oppressive/repressive regimes.  In many cases these, so called, Islamic States are a disgrace and cover-up for out of controlled political power.  I support the will of those people as they struggle to replace dictatorship with Democracy or some form thereof.

Ms. Bineta Gueye (Deceased)

My daughter, in African tradition, Bineta Gueye, returned to Allah (swt) on Monday of this week. She was a young woman (25 yrs old) with a mountain of grace and dignity. She was born in Senegal, West African; lived in Harlem, New York for 5 years where she departed. She displayed her elegance as if it was a fine and expensive jewel; she was conscious of what she wanted and worked hard to achieve it, never married and had no children. She leaves behind her parents and two brothers. Her body will be returned to Senegal where her father, Cheikh Gueye, is awaiting.

Memphis, The Hidden Black Pyramid

Memphis is a hidden city in every sense of the words; a city that can’t be seen regardless of the angle or approach to her.  She rests on a bluff along the Mississippi River banks in a downward angle from west to east.  In addition, she has more trees per square mile than any city of her size.  For miles along I-240, one sees only trees and might be unaware that in midst of the trees is great city and a powerful people.  Moreover, one can’t see down a corridor in any direction more than a half mile.  Inside this great city, the land mass is greater than Atlanta, Nashville, Dallas, and Birmingham.  Memphis Metropolitan Statistical Area’s population is more than a million people; she is the 24^th largest city in America.

Unlike many of our large cities with their beautiful skyscrapers, Memphis is virtually invisible.  Imagine, a beautiful, wealthy, and powerful love that you can’t see.  Imagine further, you desire him or her more than life itself; trapped in a world where there is no relief from this agonizing pain of love, with no means of fulfillment.  Further, your life and its growth are directly affected by your views of this strange attraction and relationship.  Would your life become restricted or would you give up and leave your love for a better life?  Perhaps, both scenarios are within grip.

Now, let’s look at how this metaphor could explain why citizens of Memphis are having a problem with understanding and identifying their city.  First, how can one desire what he or she can’t see?  In the City of Memphis, African Americans desire for success might be obstructed because they can’t completely grasp or visualize the greatness of their city.  Unlike the great cities of Atlanta, Dallas, Nashville, New York, Chicago, Birmingham, Los Angeles, etc., there is at no point where Memphians could actually look upon their city, day or night from the land or air, blind of her existence, moving to and fro within the city, never knowing about her greatness. 

One’s exuberating hunger feeds deep inside his or her soul as one approaches many of America’s great cities, in search of prosperity and success.  These cities appear to welcome one to wrap their arms around them, to love, and grow within their boundaries, not Memphis!  It’s difficult to imagine or visualize a path to success in an invisible city.  Would one fight a vigorous battle for something that’s invisible or fantasize. 

What happens in the minds of African Americans when they ride through the streets of Memphis without a clue of what they see?  Everyone’s image of Memphis is based on his or her own individual square block, the people they personally know, and how those people affected their lives.  Having not grasp Memphis in her glory and power causes many to give up on acquiring a full and successful life. 

Memphians must distinguish their city in greater clarity than as looking upon our nation’s greatest city; create an insatiable hunger for her greatness and wealth, study her history while realizing that nearly a million people lives within her boundaries.  Approximately 420,000 (62.9%)  African Americans live within Memphis’s boundaries however; they have never understood their economic powers; more importantly, how to create an economy between themselves.  Changing the minds of African Americans from those of negative thoughts about their homeland into ones of positive and successful living, might be the greatest experimental challenge of the 21^st century.

Stay The Course!

Republicans hope for a genius and democrats a wizard, whatever happened to the ass and elephant.  It’s time to gear-up for the greatest political battle of all, 2012.

Republicans Rule?

Democrats took the worst beating in years statewide, a clear sign that leadership must change.  Thanks to republicans, the consolidation effort failed however, this point to an important fact, they rule.  The old entrenched Democratic Party leadership does not work for democrats in the rank & file.  We must demand quick change and fresh new ideas.  The presidential election is right around the political corner.  We have no time to waste!  Those responsible for our disastrous breakdown must resign, in honor, so that we can move forward to 2012.

Beale Street New Onslaught, New Era!

Months ago Memphians were told that John Elkington, , owner of Performa Entertainment Real Estate, had resigned and signed an agreement, City, Performa reach settlement on Beale Street management contract » The Commercial Appeal, with Mayor A.C. Wharton turning his interest in Beale Street over to the city however, in today’s newspaper, Memphis can sell Beale Street entertainment district, Wharton says » The Commercial Appeal, it is revealed that an agreement will be signed sometime next week. 

Mayor Wharton, yesterday, announced his hypothetical ideas about Beale Street’s future, giving shadow directions to his 31 member handpicked committee, and made claims that Beale Street Development Corp would disband.

Again, Mayor Wharton has shown that he is feeble, deceitful, and dishonest.

Two Thumbs Up; Redd Velvet!

Redd Velvet; a soulful jazzy rhythm and blues performer will cause you to reflect on whether her music is 21^st century or days gone by.  She is a powerful deliverer of a musical expression that causes her audience be in a state of captivity.  She works the audience reeling them into where they really want to be.  Her elegance and style is profound as she moves her spell bounded listeners into parts of her life.  She interject into her soulful introduction that she, Big Mama Thornton,  Ma Rainey, W.C. Handy are all from Alabama as she presents herself as Big Mama Thornton did over a hundred years ago, by bringing her purse on stage.  This was a great performance By Redd Velvet, her musical authority in voice and performance is worth your valuable time.  

What’s shocking is Redd Velvet walks and talks with common people every day as nurse, is always seen downtown and on Beale Street however, one would never know the power and authority she commands on stage while presenting her music;  unbelievable!

Redd Velvet preformed in a world blues competition sponsored by Memphis Blues Society last night at Neil’s on Madison Avenue.  Redd Velvet will perform December 4, 2010 on Beale Street @ The Historical Daisy in her Redd Velvet Review.

Fighting Doom

While walking down Fourth Street in my neighborhood, Fowler Homes, on a warm summer evening, BoBo, a member of a gang of thugs, Chain Gang, confronted me; “Doom” Johnny Richardson was its leader.  BoBo was sent by Doom to inform me that I had lost my rights to Gaston Community Center, a very popular center for young boys and girls, unless I gave to him $5.00.  Walking with me was Ted Lockhart, a long time boyhood friend.  

 Fowler Homes was a tough community where everything and anything might happen.  In a split second, you could be on the ground from a knifing, fist, or gun shot.  One act of disrespect or slight of tongue, one would be in an immediate confrontation.  Everyone in Fowler Homes, during those days, walked softly and never carried a big stick but, a hook blade knife, steak knife and sometimes a gant (Fowler Homes slang for pistol).  We were always on alert, there seems to be little peace nevertheless, we were community, did everything together.

I never knew the reason or rationale for Doom’s demand of money so I conceived my own ideas.  First and foremost, they had plotted to kill, second, they knew that I was a fighter and might have developed some kind of reputation finally; this day was the start of my ultimate test.  In addition, I was known in my neighborhood as someone who stood for right, justice, and a protector and defender of boys who were weak and alone, including my younger brothers.

I got this message on Saturday, not to come to Gaston on Monday without the money.  The test was on, what could I do?  Giving Doom or anybody money was out of the question, they all knew that, but the question is, will I show up or not, I truly believe that was on their minds.  That weekend I kept thinking, what is this about?  They know me; they know that I would fight to the death.  Even Ted was confused; he asks if I would be at the park Monday.  He also suggested that I stay at home.  I became suspicious that he might be part of the plot.

To boot, that weekend was the strangest that I had ever known, of all the neighborhood teens no one said a word about Monday or Doom, it was unusually quiet.  I felt as if everyone knew that I would be murdered, Monday.

As my siblings’ protector, second eldest and eldest male, my responsibilities were massive.  My younger brothers looked to me for direction and leadership.  My three sisters were young, the pimps and thugs were watching them.  My parents had no idea of the situations that I was going through as a young teen in Fowler Homes.  If I had told my parents and didn’t fight, devastation would have surrounded my siblings and me.  I surmised, it would have been better to fight and die than, to tell my parents and not fight. 

After all is said and done my father is culprit.  As a young boy about six years old, I was playing alone on the sidewalk when a boy much older than I came by and decided to force me aside, with a shove.  I did not resist, however, I didn’t know that my father was standing inside the door watching, he yelled, “you better fight him”.  With fear deep inside my soul of both the boy and my father, I fought with all of my strength, as hard as I could.  After that, it seems as if I have physically fought a lifetime.  I have fought no less than 20 boys, men, and dozens of threats.

It’s Monday now, all day I thought about what I should do.  Should I take a weapon or plant one somewhere but I didn’t know how or where this test would shape up.  I finally resolved that I must confront Doom.  Ted and I had gotten together again, started our frightful and slow walk toward Gaston Park.  I decided to take the usual path from Fowler Homes down Fourth Street to Walker Ave then turn right towards the park.  If I had taken any other path that would have also shown fear, I had to face this situation head-on.  I was thinking that I would be attack somewhere on the way. 

After we made it to Gaston Community Center, we took a seat in the bleachers, a few minutes later from across the basketball court I saw BoBo was coming towards us.  With this mean and ugly expression on his face immediately, he first asked if I had the $5.00, the answer was obvious, he then said that Doom was waiting for me downstairs in the boy’s restroom.

Again, Ted asked if I would go.  The answer was again obvious, yes.  As I headed towards the boy’s restroom, I thought, this is it.  As I made it to the bottom step just before the boy’s restroom door I hesitated, was it fear or a plan?  When I entered the door I was shocked, everybody was in there.  I mean everybody, every thug in the neighborhood, a huge crowd.  As I looked around the room, on every face was a look of extreme seriousness, no one made a sound, and they were like roaches on bread. 

Doom step from behind someone, there I was, finally, face to face with Doom, he ask, “Did you bring the money”?  I said, “No”.  Dooms said in a loud voice, “Then let’s get it on”.  I was waiting to be ambushed from the rear but nothing happened.  I had already planned, the first one that touches me from the gang, I would try to kill, with my bare hands.

We squared off in the center of the restroom, there was no way out, the room was packed.  I was much taller than he was but his and my weight was about the same.  He began to flex his muscles; this was a sign of weakness and fear per my conclusion.  A fighter would start throwing blows and with no talk.  He should bring the fight to me, he didn’t, I shifted from defense to offence. 

Doom was known as a “jacker”, one quick hook or jab to the head, grab the shirt collar pull it over the head to blind one’s opponent, then strike with very fast punches and sometime kicks.  He was not a fist fighter or boxer.  I quickly realized that Doom could not defeat me; he didn’t know how to protect himself from the jabs that I was delivering to his head, fast as lighting.  Each of my power punches snapped his head back, he would say, “You got a good that time”.

I had defeated Doom, until I decided to kick him, when I kicked, he was able to grab my leg and drew me inside, after a brief struggle of pulling and wrangling, I got the upper hand on the inside.  Doom then delivered a powerful blow to my mouth that broke a tooth.  I didn’t weaken but I felt as if I was in greater trouble.  I had grew for the first time in my life, long fingernails, about a quarter of an inch, now I’m about to use them. 

Doom and I are still a death lock together and rolling around the wall in a struggle.  When I got his back against the wall, I turned even more vicious.  I had lost a tooth and my mouth was breeding, I thought I‘d pull his eyes out, so I dug into his eye sockets with all the strength that I had.  Doom screamed a loud cry then the lights went out, in the dark, he was able to break my grip. 

Doom broke the grip, in a frantic effort to escape.  I could hear tumbling and thumping in the dark as the crowd made way to the door.  I thought the lights out was part of their plan to kill me.  However, it didn’t turn out that way, everyone was afraid of the next one.

After the fight, the gang broke apart.  No one ever mentioned a word about the restroom struggle between Doom and me.  Everything returned to normal, with the exception, I never took my eyes off Doom until his death.

 Well, as far as the thugs were concern, another day of life and excitement, in Fowler Homes.

  

Talut El-Amin Receives Presidential Recognition

Talut El-Amin received a certificate from President Barack Obama titled, THE PATIENT PROTECTION AND AFFORDABLE CARE ACT OF 2010 for his effort in helping to bring health care to every American.

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Subject: This could be the most important midterm of our generation
A woman in a hot air balloon realized

she was lost. She lowered her altitude and spotted a man in a boat below.

She shouted to him,
"Excuse me, can you help me? I

promised a friend I would meet him an hour ago, but I don't know where

I am."
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you are, due to a large quantity of hot air. You made a promise you have

no idea how to keep, and you expect me to solve your problem.


You're in exactly the same position you were in before we met, but somehow,

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 COMMENT:You

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Democratic Party will not do well during the upcoming election. It's an

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(minorities) tend to not vote in mid-term elections. Let's change that
 
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and if they regain power the country will be in far worse shape. We all

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that white (tea party) America does not believe he should be President

under any circumstances.
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and he deserves our support.
 
This could be the most important

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the party that got us into this mess are trying to compound what they did,

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will help, create your own or add your comments.
 
REMEMBER POLLS DO NOT VOTE

PEOPLE DO.
 





Cynthia M. Washington/s/ Remember the 5 P's "Prior Planning Prevents Poor Performance"

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Homosexuality, The Debate!

What is homosexuality, can anyone join in on the debate, or is this debate better served by religion.  Human beings have been struggling with sexuality long before Sodom and Gomorrah.  In fact, the Holy Qur’an speak of Sodom and Gomorrah, they had practice homosexuality long before the Angels visited Prophet Lot.  Sexuality is over the top, it has found its way into every aspect of life, from food to stars in heaven.  Many religious and secular experts fail to express a very important fact about sex and humans.  God condemns, in all true religious books, sexual intercourse by men on men and women on women.  It might be natural in some cases for like sexes to have an interest or curiosity toward the same.  However, homosexual sex acts or intercourse is a different manner.  There will always be an element between man and woman that cannot be interfered, reproduction.  Even as science helps human in their reproduction needs, synthetic and genetic approaches to reproduction between the same sexes.  All these things are physical but what about the mental and spiritual side of it all.  Words make people, words are ideas, and people make worlds out of words however, the physical body reproduces.  God made everything either male or female.  In our limited minds, as God made things today, what if there were only males and no females or females and no males; reproduction would be an issue.  Is homosexuality as to sexual acts and intercourse natural, no!  Are homosexual tenancies natural, yes! 

This debate is a non-debate in that, our lives are primarily on two levels secular and religious.  Secular life is governed by civil rights and politics.  Everyone has the same rights, regardless of one’s sexuality, under our original constitution and its amendments.   This is a fact and is not open for debate however, politicians creates a need and fill it.  Then, the confused public needs them to answer question about religious tenants and political rights.  This is the reason for the theory that our nation functions best under an idea that church power should be separate from political power.  Let the church answer religious questions about the soul and let politicians answer questions about government.  Politician would address civil rights under the constitution and religious leaders will answer questions about morals and spirituality under the Holy Bible, Holy Qur’an, Holy Torah, and holy books that we might not know of.    The higher authority as to human development is with the religious body but, sometimes, corruption finds its way into the House of God; corruption is always in the house of congress.

When leaders in the House of God become corrupted, it is the job and responsibility of its people to rise up like a flood of water and brings about a change for God.  Ultimately, power is in the hands of the (masses) people in both sectors religion and government.

Memphian Solve Dr. Martin L. King's Murder!

For the last few days I’ve listened to the Thaddeus Matthews Radio Talk Show, AM1180 WPLX, as he and his guest discuss the assassination of Dr. Martin L. King.  Like so many others, I’m troubled about what I’ve heard; asking what if it’s true that Dr. King’s confidants are directly responsible for his death.  A man living in Texas, under an assumed name, Ron (Bear) Tyler reveals that he, then 15 yrs old, took part in the conspiracy to murder Dr. King.  His revelations are appealing, sustained, and very detailed. 

Bear produced as evidence photographs of the burial site of the murder weapon, talks about the ways and means of over $500,000.00 circulated within Dr. King’s camp by F.B.I. agents, photographer on a water tower near Lorrain Motel as Dr. King is killed, how James Earl Ray became the fall guy, the role he, his brother, mother and father played, secret meeting between Mayor Loeb, FBI agents, and his father, and details about the cover-up. 

A new investigation, by Mr. Matthews and Mr. Dick Gregory, into Dr. King’s assassination, leads to a man whom Bear elude is the real assassin.  At the completion of this investigation, would we know the person that killed Dr. King and would Thaddeus Matthews, a Memphian, solve the murder of Dr. Martin L. King?

NATURE of LEADERSHIP!

Leadership based on maritime laws and rule, the captain of the ship leads.  A good captain is educated, able to read charts, understands the nature of sea, weather, and heavens, understands his equipment and instruments,  able to read people of foreign lands, has the courage to establish and enforce the law, and first and foremost bring back to the home port riches found abroad.

New Information About The Plot To Kill Dr. King

Today, Sept. 20, 2010, Thaddeus Matthews, Dick Gregory, Ron (Bear) Tyler, and Atty. Mark Lane jointly revisited April 4, 1968 and beyond.  They shared information, more details, about the assassination of Dr. Martin L. King in Memphis, Tennessee 42 years ago.  In a tele-radio conference call, WPLX AM1180, they unfold information different from what history has dictated.  These four men altered what is believed to be true facts about the dead of Dr. King.  During their conversation, within the public domain, they suggested a meeting in Washington, D. C with members of Congress to further this change in history. 

For several days, Bear (witness) explained how Dr. King's murder plot unfolded and how black and white conspirators play active roles in his dead.  Bear talked about how money  changed hands from  the FBI to Jessie Jackson, Ralph Abernathy, Billy Kyles, and others.  He spoke of  the FBI's strategy, using informants, to have Dr. King moved from Rivermont Hotel to Loraine Motel, downtown, where the sniper would have an easy target.

G'd Created Us Perfect?

In God’s creation, we witness all things organized but that is not the only sign of where we must focus our attention.  Yes, it does appear as if our creation is one of confusion again, we must focus our attention on what is right and forbid what is wrong. 

Politics is as much a part of our family life as it is national and universal.  Politics is a process that allows us to create rules and guidelines for peace and civil conduct.  Without these laws, we would have nothing but ruins and madness.

In our country, we think in turn of a separation between church and state, a very powerful concept that is proving to be a standard that most of the world cannot understand.  However, God gave to this nation leadership. 

As we are born into ignorance and apathy, our job after adulthood, by our vested power given by God, is to bring to the world peace, love, truth, and organization.