Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Justice in a Post-Racial Society


A recent post from Kevin Powell on Facebook remined me of the story of George Junious Stinney Jr. I watched the movie about this case when I was young. At the age of 14 he's the youngest person to ever be executed in the U.S. He was convicted of killing 2 white girls with a railroad spike he was likely to too small to yield. With no eyewitness and only word from a deputy that he confessed, he was sentenced to electric chair. I hadn't been able synthesize my many emotions into one coherent written reaction to the execution of Troy Davis until now.

A few years ago during Memorial Day weekend on Miami Beach, aka Urban Beach Week two friends were shouting outside of a club. One had just gotten into a verbal altercation inside the club--let's call him Stanley-- and the other was urging him to calm down and let it go. The police quickly came to separate them, though Stanley was still pretty heated. During questioning one police officer began to tase Stanley and in quick response the other police officer tased the other man, repeatedly. The officers filed an elaborate report stating that Stanley struck the police officer and in response his friend leaped screaming "get off my homeboy" and struck the other officer. Both were charged with felony battery against a police officer. The other young man in this case was a recent college grad who majored in computer engineering. He would NEVER attack a police officer and I don't really know people who would remember to say 'homeboy' in a crisis. The other guy was my younger brother.
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Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Clemency Denied for Troy Davis

Someone killed Officer MacPhail, but how is there enough certainty to pin it all on Troy Davis? Casey Anthony was freed with more evidence linking her to the murder of her little girl yet Troy Davis is scheduled to die tommorrow for a crime in which there is no murder weapon and eye witnesses have recanted there testimony.




The larger questions are: Why after many appeals have this not been over turned? Is there something we are missing? When in America did the victim get the last word? The MacPhails are really the only people who are so certain Troy Davis killed their loved one. Which is odd, because they weren't there and in light of the lack of evidence it's their grieving heart and their vengeful nature that simply wants to see someone---anyone--- pay for the loss of their son. Even if it is the wrong person. After all... I'm sure the family thinks we look the same too. This is the statement for the Board that recently denied clemency:
Atlanta, GA – This morning, the State Board of Pardons and Paroles issued its decision denying clemency for Troy Anthony Davis. The Board members have not taken their responsibility lightly and certainly understand the emotions attached to a death penalty case.

Since 2000, the Board has commuted three death penalty cases. In considering clemency in such cases, the Board weighs each case on its own merit. The Board has considered the totality of the information presented in this case and thoroughly deliberated on it, after which the decision was to deny clemency.
Faith in the justice system is all but gone at this point, faith in people too.
The names of the Board Members are:
  • James E. Donald -Chair
  • Albert R. Murray-Vice Chair
  • L. Gale Buckner- Member
  • Robert E. Keller- Member
  • Terry E. Barnard- Member
The Public Affairs Office is
Phone: (404) 657-9450

Let them know how you feel.
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Saturday, September 17, 2011

From the Facebook Feed

Jealousy is the art of counting someone else's blessing instead of your own.


Indeed.
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Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Say What, Armstrong?



This is the very, very, --oh wait one more--very, rare occasion that the Conservative political commentator Armstrong Williams offers an opinion and I am not literally overpowered by the sheer force of my swift opposition to his reasoning. (Like the last time.)

Here is an excerpt of his post in the Pundits Blog at the Hill.com entitled Depiction of Africa

There is almost no mention of the rich history of African culture or the modern realities of Africa in the mainstream media. I think we all agree that for Africa to advance on the global stage we have to exercise greater influence over the messages that the public receives about the continent.

Word?? Pardon me as I check outside for a solar eclipse.
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Wednesday, September 07, 2011

Love, revisited.

I have been forced to reflect lately over the happenings of the last decade or so of my life after I awoke from a dream in which I been suffering from a broken heart. I carried that feeling with me for at least the entire morning. Even after I had realized it was a dream, even after I had kissed my husband and seen him off to work, I still held that heaviness in my heart. I felt so bad for that girl, the dreamland version of me. She was someone I used to be, feeling things I used to feel. She felt something that no matter how bad things get I cannot relate to.

I realized that I have learned to love in a different context. Love in my youth (---ugh, youth!) was largely characterized by desire, by a longing to have, needing, the idea of passion. "Love is the feeling that you can't live without someone." And how tragic is that? If you can imagine, my most significant romantic relationships were mainly with people who simply were not available to me. Whether he was not willing to commit, to equally engage with me emotionally, or was absent physically, the love of the moment was never in my grasp. I felt like I needed them, couldn't live without them. My heart was constantly in chase mode.

I used to reason that I must I enjoy the chase, like men. But I hated it, I am a woman after all and a very sensitive one at that (despite the image I put forth). My heart was exhausted. It was once the person I loved was no longer absent that I truly changed the way I viewed love. There is so much to love that is front and center. It's not just about how I feel about that person but really how that person makes me feel. Sadly, I had never viewed love as something that should be uplifting, providing pleasure and security. In fact upon reflection for every man I said I loved, love did just the opposite.

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Rude

Bradley, my 5 year old Boston Terrier woke me up rather early to let him outside this morning. 4:25am. Opening the door, I was met with the horrible, terrible, sensation of cold wind against my skin. WTF! This weather is completely inconsiderate of my wardrobe, my holiday plans, and my slow process of parting with warm weather. Temperatures in the 50s in early September in the Florida are rare. Usually, I am still trying to get in a little beach time, pool time, and cookout time in September---when it’s no longer unbearably hot. A few weeks ago it my car's thermostat reported the temperature to be 109 degrees. It was so hot that the dashboard display flickered for 20 minutes. Now it is effing cold. I never stood a chance. Bradley went out for literally 5 seconds and ran back in the house. He decided to relieve himself when the weather decided to treat us more kindly. I gave it a few choice words before I slammed the door.
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