Who Is Going To Be Left Standing To Vote Or Have A Home In Which To Send A Ballot To?

 

While the senate leaves until September without a coronavirus relief bill, California courts lift eviction and foreclosure moratorium. In the absence of a new law, 365,000 households in the state are at risk of eviction.

As the lamestream media celebrates Joe Biden’s pick for VP, the Senate leaves to go on vacation while still ‘earning’ taxpayer money while leaving said taxpayers to figure out where their next meal is coming from and also worry about getting evicted from their homes. While the Democrats are screeching and yelling that Donald Trump has stated that he is not going to throw money at the Postal Service in order to make sure that ballots are mailed out in a timely manner, the Democrats are also headed out of Washington, taking their ill gotten gains in the form of taxpayer money with them while also leaving said taxpayers to make it or break it; they don’t hardly care which. All of this is going down as some schools have opened, only to have hundreds quarantined in them awaiting COVID-19 tests. Not to mention, wildfire season and hurricane season is in full swing and California is battling multiple wildfires while yet another serious storm system has been recorded churning up in the Atlantic Ocean. Amerikkka has done something seriously wrong. I wonder what it could be, don’t you?

The Senate left Washington, D.C., on Thursday until September – the latest sign that a deal on a fifth coronavirus relief package is, at least, weeks away. The House already left town and isn’t expected to return until Sept. 14.

Now isn’t that just grand? Those are the elected officials of this country who are supposed to be on the job making sure that Amerikkkans are not suffering, however, they are on vacation and have quite obviously forgotten why they were elected. Do they believe that they were elected in order to stand around and ‘earn’ taxpayer money and take vacations? Because that is exactly what they are doing. They all have multiple homes to go to while millions of Amerikkkans are about to get evicted during a pandemic that no one seems to be able to get a handle on. And all of this is going down in the richest country on the planet. Go figure. Meanwhile, this is occurring.

The Judicial Council of California voted 19-1 on Thursday to lift its moratorium on most evictions and foreclosures. California’s top justices voted overwhelmingly on Thursday to lift emergency rules meant to halt most evictions and foreclosures during the COVID-19 pandemic, saying any extension of those moratoriums must be passed by the state’s lawmakers.

The courts are basically stating that it is not their job to legislate, they are only to resolve disputes under the law and ruling on eviction moratoriums is not something that they are obligated to do and so figure it out, but figure it out elsewhere. Meanwhile, those who are sitting in their homes, biting their nails are wondering where they are going to go if no last minute legislative act gives them a reprieve. The last thing anyone should have to be worrying about right now is being put out of their home with COVID-19 raging and social distancing strongly encouraged as well as wearing face masks. And as if Californians don’t have it bad enough, the wildfires are making things worse. At least 94 wildfires are burning in the U.S., as record heat scorches the West. And the Lake Hughes fire has destroyed more than 90,000 acres across three states.

In Oregon, the Mosier Creek Fire has burnt 791 acres and is 10% contained. At least 900 people were forced to evacuate.

In addition to the fires, record heat is scorching parts of the West. Tucson, Arizona, hit 111 degrees Thursday, which is the second hottest day in August ever recorded for the city.

A record high was tied in Phoenix at 115 degrees and in Palm Springs at 116 degrees. Phoenix has now seven days of at least 115 degrees this year, which is the most on record.

Record triple digit temperatures have been ongoing since May and seldom let up until well into October. Where I live, it was still 101 in October of last year and I am in the south. People in my area even experienced a 5.3 earthquake just a few days ago and the last one that rattled the area was in 2011. That frequency hadn’t occurred before, but apparently, something is causing the earth to shake now more than ever despite what some scientists say to the contrary.

The so-called ‘conspiracy theorists’ are stating that we are in the end days. Who the hell knows, but it sure as hell ain’t looking good for man’s continued existence on this planet for the long term.

Tropical Storm Josephine is churning in the Atlantic as I type this and has been steadily gaining in strength. So, from one end of this shithole to another, shit ain’t looking so good, regardless of where you live. It is not just about hoarding beans and bottled water anymore. That’s been over. Hardly anyone has any money to hoard even if they wanted to what with so much shit going down at one time. Maybe it would be a good thing just to get it all over with; the suffering, the misery, the poverty, the uncertainty of whether or not you’ll have a home next month or be on the lookout for a box and a bridge. Not to mention the fact of continued brutalization of people by the kkkops who are absolutely at the end of their rope. Who did not think that there would be a spike in crime all across this shithole with what is going down?

If “we reap what we sow,” then Amerikkka is not even close to reaping what she has sown. Look for the headlines to get more and more grim as each day passes. When a country refuses to acknowledge its brutal past and attempt to do right by those who were so cruelly wronged and the same is going down to this very day, what is going down should be expected and you had damn well better believe that until some efforts are made in the right direction to correct that shit, what Amerikkka is experiencing now is going to seem like a mere case of the hiccups compared to what is coming. You have been warned multiple times for many years and you took no heed. Now that it is upon you, are you still willing to roll the dice and see what you get? Believe me, you are not going to win and you can count on that.

A Tale of Two AmeriKKKas

Alexandra Valoras, who committed suicide and residents of Baltimore, MD holding a candlelight vigil for a homicide victim.
A Tale of Two Amerikkkas

 

A tale of two Amerikkkas is about an Amerikkka where one group is just too ‘white privileged’ to want to live while the other Amerikkka is just too destitute, poverty-stricken and saturated with guns and drugs to be able to live. First, we shall start with the ‘white privileged’ group.

White Parents blindsided by daughter’s suicide hope her story helps save others

The home video will look so familiar to so many parents: a sweet little girl singing and dancing her way to her teen years, recognized for achievements outside the home and thoroughly cherished inside it.

But the full story of Alexandra Valoras’ life is more terrifying than familiar. Just weeks after a family ski vacation, the 17-year-old high school junior, straight-A student, class officer and robotics whiz made her bed, tidied her room and walked to a highway overpass in Grafton, Massachusetts. She jumped off the edge.

 

Yes, it was just too much! The pressure of living up to all that she felt was expected of her was just too much for Alexandra Valoras to deal with. She would have been considered a failure if she had ever gone to her parents and told them what she instead, wrote in a journal in that she was just too tired of being their ‘perfect little angel’. “Daddy took me to a concert and I hated it while I had to pretend to love it,” she wrote in her journal. “Just got back from skiing and I hated it.” “Just received another medal for doing something else outstanding.” “Just named ‘honor student of the year’.” “But I am a failure!” “I am lazy!” These are the feelings that poor privileged Alexandra Valoras wrote in her journal that she could not say to her parents and would they have even listened or paid any attention to her words? The words in her journal do not sound as though she felt, “cherished.” But now that she is dead, her parents have finally found her journal, which was in the home the entire time. However, her parents had to find the journal near her body as she lay dead underneath a highway overpass. And Alexandra’s parents are still wondering to this very day, why they had no clue as to what their daughter was going through. So, what? They never heard that it is well within your rights as a parent to know what your child is up to? You are obligated to know what your child is up to. In this day and age of internet bullying, cyber stalking and Craigslist meetups and murders, you’d better sift through your child’s emails, social media accounts and yes, journals and diaries. The day your children have privacy is the day they leave the nest.

Whites are so oblivious to everything around them, including their own family members, that they don’t even know their own children. They are more clued in to other groups whom they hate for whatever reason, than they are to their own family who, like Alexandra Valoras, wrote her true feelings down and her journal,  chronicling her feelings was in her room, waiting to be found, but since her parents simply could not be bothered, she is now dead and they are sitting somewhere wondering, “WHY?” You have only yourselves to blame since you think that giving your children ALL that money and credit cards can buy is what they need and because of this, you will continue to read diaries and journals that showcase your shockingly appalling lack of awareness of what is going on in your own homes. While you think your children’s smiles speak volumes on their mental well-being, you will continue to find your children lying underneath an overpass or hanging from the rafters while you are busy on the phone with your ski instructor making plans for your next ski vacation.

Now the Valoras claim they are on a mission to stop this from happening to other ‘white’ parents who just give their children everything that money and credit cards can buy, but little else. Your country clubs and golf courses and spa retreats come first. When do you have the time to even wonder what your children are doing when you’re meeting Rachel for lunch and then you have a hair appointment and then you’ve got to meet your tennis instructor and then you’ve got to go to the gym and then you’ve got to meet with Sarah for cocktails and dinner at an expensive restaurant and by the time you make it back home, your children should be in bed. And you get up the next day and do the same exact shit with different people and yet it is all so pointless because your children are very much aware that you prefer to spend time with anyone else, anywhere else so long as it is not with them, that is until they have managed to get your attention by achieving an honor and then that is when you take them to a concert, to celebrate that achievement. But then it is back to your selfish, self-serving lifestyle that revolves around you while you are sitting back thinking that your children should feel “cherished” simply because ‘why shouldn’t they’ since they have everything money can buy? Oh, you think your kids are okay because they have every device to play with and their rooms are filled to bursting, but what money cannot buy is what your children are missing, namely their parents undivided attention and love, not just parents who only reward them when they are honored for some achievement. They may as well be a trained seal, performing for you for treats.

Since this is September, which has been designated as National Suicide Prevention Awareness Month, I guess this story is to showcase the fact that suicide is now the second leading cause of death for ‘white’ 15 to 24 year olds of both sexes and that ‘white’ teen suicide is now at a 40-year high for young women Alexandra’s age. There is also a list of warning signs you are to look out for.

A person thinking about or threatening suicide or seeking a way to kill themself

Increased substance abuse Feelings of purposelessness, anxiety, being trapped, or hopeless

Social isolation and withdrawing from people and activities

Expressing unusual anger, recklessness, or mood changes

But I don’t believe that this was the case with Alexandra Valoras since she did not display her feelings of purposelessness and hopelessness. She wrote them down. She wanted her parents to find her journal, but instead, she had to leave it where she committed suicide because she knew they’d not be able to overlook it then.

So, white folks! Instead of turning your anger and hatred towards others, maybe you should figure out what is going on in your own households and focus your attention there. It would seem to be the logical thing to do or you will continue to find your children at the bottom of an overpass after having jumped and the journal chronicling their journey to that overpass, lying somewhere nearby.

Next we come to the ‘other Amerikkka where suicide would be understood as a way out, however, homicides are the way out for far too many. But who cares about these statistics? 

‘Neighborhoods are crying out’: Baltimore has highest homicide rate of U.S. big cities

Baltimore had the worst homicide rate among the nation’s 50 largest cities last year and the second-highest violent crime rate overall, according to new data from the FBI.

The grim news was the latest reminder of the sustained cycle of violence that has gripped the city since 2015, when the annual number of homicides soared above 300 for three consecutive years after the unrest that followed Freddie Gray’s death from injuries suffered in police custody.

Baltimore Maryland is a city I know too much about after having lived there for several years in the mid 90s and again recently. I posted a blog a few years back detailing the outrageous horrifying statistics of a city mired in poverty, drug addiction, prostitution, gang violence, drug turf wars and hundreds of homicides a year. I even pointed out the fact that the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) is headquartered on Mt. Hope Drive in Baltimore, MD and yet, there is nothing that that organization has done to rein in the horrific statistics of a majority Black city. Far too many of Baltimore’s children are the victims of poverty and drug addicted single moms who don’t even know who their father is and if they do, he is more than likely in prison or has been murdered. These children are dropping out of school in record numbers and are being groomed for the ‘school-to-prison pipeline’.

In a post titled, “Sirens Are Our Lullabies,” I penned a poem about how Baltimore’s citizens, especially her children, are not gently falling asleep to the tune of softly whispered lullabies from their parent’s lips, but by the screams of sirens nearby that could only mean one thing, another homicide.

Did you hear that?’: Amid Baltimore’s surge in killings, a faint cry in a locked car

BALTIMORE — No one saw the baby.

She sat in a gold-hued car with tinted black windows as her 26-year-old father lay on the ground outside, dying.

All eyes were on him, another fallen body in a city increasingly defined by them.

In portions of Baltimore, the strobe lights of police cars is as much a part of the landscape as boarded-up homes. But the pace of the killings this year has been stunning as the city struggles to recover from rioting in 2015. As of Friday, 124 people had been slain, including five on a recent day, making Baltimore’s homicide rate one of the highest in the country. It is more than triple Washington’s rate and higher than the homicide rates in New Orleans and Chicago, two places that have become national symbols of gun violence.

A crying baby, sitting in her car seat, oblivious to the fact that her father lay dying mere feet away, unaware of the poverty and unbelievable hardships that she is going to have to face, if she does not get shot dead during some drive-by shooting first. Unlike Alexandra Valoras, who killed herself even as she had everything money and credit cards could buy and two parents in the household who took her on ski vacations and to concerts that she really didn’t want to go to, this little Black baby girl, sitting in her daddy’s car, will never know her father, much less will she have the opportunity to go on a ski vacation or even to a concert. It is highly likely that she will never know the area beyond the derelict neighborhood she and her mother will ‘live’ in. It is also highly likely that she will be raised by her grandmother, if she is still alive, because many young adults in Baltimore are strung out on drugs, either illegal or government sanctioned and grandmothers are left to raise their grandchildren, when they can. Otherwise, they end up in foster care.

Heroin and crack have decimated many cities that house a majority of Black residents and elected officials just shake their heads and bemoan the paucity of good paying jobs that could take the place of drug dealing, thus cutting down on the poverty and homicide rates. They look to the police to incarcerate the problem away. They look to ex-cons to patrol neighborhoods in order to instill a “You don’t want to end up like me,” message into the residents mired in hopelessness, poverty, violence and despair. But is any of this working? Hell no!

Whites, who are probably like Alexandra Valoras parents watch the evening news and exclaim over the violence of “those” people and say to themselves, “At least OUR children don’t have to rub shoulders with those people,” not even realizing that they have more in common with “those” people than they think. The same hopelessness and despair that drove Alexandra Valoras to commit suicide exists in the children of those who live in cities like Baltimore, MD. The only difference is they know that they will more than likely be murdered by simply walking to the store than be a victim of suicide. Commit suicide? What for? It is only a matter of time before they too, will become, a homicide statistic.

So, I say to Alexandra Valoras’ parents, while you are out parading around town, spreading the news that other parents in your shoes should take more interest in what their children are doing, take a moment and stop and consider that what happened to your daughter is in some way, karma, thanks in part to your lack of empathy, compassion and sympathy for those who are born into poverty, hopelessness and despair; the outcasts, those who have been abandoned deliberately by whites who are responsible for why a little Black girl in Baltimore City is in a car seat, mere feet away from her dying father who you think died at the hands of another Black man, but in reality, he is dead because guns and drugs were put into the hands of his killer by those who look like you since Black people do not own the planes and ships to deposit drugs on America’s shores nor do Black people manufacture guns or are members of the NRA that tout lax gun laws to politicians, daily. Those who look like you do. But there you sit in your insulated world thinking that all is right within it, that is until you find your daughter, lying dead underneath an overpass with the pain of having lived with you scribbled in a journal near her dead body. If she finds life intolerable living with you, how do you think it is for us? Something I would think on if I were you because what comes around, as you can plainly see, goes around.

Walt Disney Told Our Story!

 

 

Black History Month is at an end
and Walt Disney told our story.
We learned about Wakanda
and Black Panther got the glory.

Wearing dashikis and head wraps,
we clapped and cheered for Wakanda;
that magical of all kingdoms,
it looks just like Uganda!

Now, Uganda is over in Africa,
and the poverty rate is high.
Healthcare is abysmal
and people with cholera, they still die.

The folks over in Somalia?
They ain’t looking so good.
Trump just bombed them again,
just like I knew he would.

But over by way of Ethiopia,
the folks there got a plight.
They ain’t eating at all.
And it ain’t about a hunger strike.

The African women of Liberia
have long been seen as slaves;
sex slaves to be exact
and that don’t get no praise.

What about over in Kenya?
They got educated folks
and still, some end up homeless
Look it up, this ain’t no hoax.

Now we come to Ghana,
is this a kingdom too?
It was once ruled by the British.
Does that give you a clue?

Libya is off the chain
and slavery is everywhere.
America and NATO
filled Libyans with despair.

But we celebrate Black History Month
with Black Panther to the rescue.
There’s a kingdom over in Africa,
where lives the privileged few.

Wakanda, is its name.
Its Black Panther leads the charge
against usurpers to the throne
within the kingdom or at large.

Vibranium is its weapon,
against enemies far and wide.
I bet real African nations
wish this kingdom was by their side.

Between fantasy and reality,
we choose fantasy every time.
and we’d rather pay Walt Disney
 our last hard-earned dime.

We don’t care about Liberia,
because that is just too real.
And we don’t live in Uganda
where cholera is a big deal.

We want to live in Wakanda,
fake as it can be.
But that is what we are,
fake people with a fake history.

This here ends Black History,
with many thanks to Walt Disney
who sat us down in Wakanda;
a kingdom; a magical fantasy.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2018 Shelby I. Courtland

In my opinion, it is a shame that throughout this entire short month that has been set aside to showcase Black History, Walt Disney and Marvel COMICS took over the focus that should have been on REAL Black heroes and heroines who were on the front lines, battling  slavery, oppression, Jim Crow, segregation, voting rights, gentrification, mass unemployment, mass homelessness, a school-to-prison pipeline, mass incarceration, income inequality, substandard health care, cuts to education, inadequate housing, economic inequality, food insecurity, crime, violence, drugs, gangs, teen pregnancies and high homicide rates of Black youth in inner cities and the list is endless.

There was no focus on the above because Black people were so easily distracted into wearing African head wraps and dashikis because a movie was hyped about a fictional kingdom in Africa where there was untold wealth and a superhero to the rescue to protect his rich kingdom.

We would rather remain blind to the facts and to reality. We want, for two hours, to forget the realities we face because we need to be made to ‘feel good’ about belonging to some kingdom in Africa that isn’t even real. How pathetic is that? We want Walt Disney to hurry up and give us Part II of “Wakanda Forever” just in time for next Black History Month so that we can, again, focus on fantasy and not on our reality. How sad is that?

When have we ever lived a “Wakanda Forever” life here in AmeriKKKa? Do you seriously think that even with the links that I have provided in my poem, that the REAL Africa is anything at all like what Walt Disney would have you believe?

When you left the theater, did you see “Wakanda” when you stepped outside? Did you see “Wakanda” when you returned home? Did you see “Wakanda” when you checked out the local news where you live? Did you see “Black Panther” save any Black man, woman or child from being arrested or shot and killed by cops for playing in a park with a toy gun or for failing to use the proper turn signal or for selling loose, un-taxed cigarettes or for simply sleeping in their bed?

How did paying Walt Disney and Marvel Comics for the ‘pleasure’ of watching their distraction help you in any way? Did wearing your dashiki and African head wrap stop the police from pulling you over? Did wearing your dashiki and African head wrap stop your landlord from handing you an eviction notice because your neighborhood is about to be gentrified? Did the “Black Panther” swoop down and take you to “Wakanda Forever?” If you are reading this, Black man, woman, teenager(the few who can read), then the answer is “NO!”

Black History Month? Who needs it when we’ve got “Wakanda Forever!”

“Wakanda?” Forever!

“Thank you Walt Disney for supplying us with our REAL and TRUE History, THIS Black History Month! All hail Walt Disney!”

“WHY?”

I am like a star that refuses to shine,
or you could liken me to a plant
that just won’t grow,
worn out from endless battles
fought over my skin.
  Is there no final curtain call
on a show that will never end?
These are my burdens of despair,
drooping my shoulders
and graying my hair.
Cops still shooting us down,
drugs plaguing what’s left
of hoods yet to be gentrified.
Siren-filled nights,
as gunfire brings home,
a message of cruelty,
inhumanity and torn apart lives.
I look for answers,
but all I have is one question,
“WHY?”

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
©2018 Shelby I. Courtland

Sometimes, I am so filled with despair over the suffering that is relentless, that it suffocates me. To have a heart that hurts so much to the point that it makes me want to just scream. Why are we devolving into debased creatures who can kill each other without even blinking? And it begs the question for those who believe in evolution, “Did we ever really ‘evolve’?” When I look around, I can honestly say, “No, we did not!” For surely, what we see is irrefutable proof that we certainly did not! And if anyone should be so disturbed as to believe that these were ‘mercy killings’…..just don’t even go there.

The blog that preceded this one is partly responsible for this post and then, add this into the equation and my heart is heavy with despair!

Homeless men are being gunned down on the street in Las Vegas

The video is chilling. James Edgar Lewis is sleeping under a Las Vegas freeway when a dark-colored SUV passes by. Seconds later, a man wearing a dark top emerges from the vehicle and shoots Lewis twice in the head before fleeing.

There is no struggle, no fight. Lewis never even appears to wake up.

“It’s basically an execution,” said Lt. Dan McGrath of Las Vegas Metropolitan Police.

This is the second such killing in the Las Vegas area.

On January 29, Brian Clegg was shot and killed, also while sleeping, in front of a business on a busy street.

Two lost souls sleeping on the streets, with as many horrors and problems that entails and then,  finally, from sheer exhaustion, more than likely, finding some relief in sleep, only to be shot dead.

I look for answers,
but all I have is one question,
“WHY?”

‘Tis The Season To Help The Homeless….Uh, Charities!!!!

tis the season for charities

‘Tis the season to be homeless and to give to charities.
The homeless; they get recognized and you bring your checkbook please.

All year long, they get the shaft; the poor should not be seen,
but it’s time to dress them up, with some polish and some sheen.

We’ve got to help the homeless; it’s the right time of the year.
And when the season’s over, get the homeless out of here.

We preach about what good we do and how we need your money.
The ‘bible’ says to help the poor; most days we find that’s funny.

A good thing, yes we know and that is why we love Thanksgiving.
We can fleece our christian flock; that’s how we ‘earn’ our living.

So, homeless folk, you gather round; you’ll get a decent meal.
Instead of chicken broth, we’re serving up some veal.

Smile for the camera; show your need for dental work.
We’ll get some more donations; your plight will be our perk.

When Christmas rolls around, what joy for us there’ll be.
The homeless get a scarf and we get a shopping spree.

I’ll splash a homeless man as I drive my brand new car.
And serve him bread and water while I feast on caviar.

What a lovely time of year to head a Christian charity.
I’m no smelly homeless person bogged down by poverty.

Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland

The ‘faith based’ charities have the homeless out ringing bells and looking their most ‘homeless’ right in time for the season of good ‘tithings’, uh…I mean..good ‘tidings’. Time to get your checkbook out BEFORE you head out the door and give all your money to the merchants. Remember, the homeless, I mean…the charities NEED your donations to help themselves, uh…I mean to help the homeless! Don’t be stingy now, ya hear?

Suffering Around The World:The Plight Of The Indigenous Peoples

It pains me to have been reminded that not just people indigenous to America are ill-treated, but that other people around the world who are indigenous to their region are also being subjected to ill-treatment, contempt, outright ignoring of their plight, abject poverty, low unemployment and a host of other ills.

I read an article about the Aborigines of Australia and how the suicide rate among them is skyrocketing. This is mirroring the exact same thing that is going on here in America on Indian Reservations. In both instances, these people have the same issues in common; an unconcerned government, abject poverty, high substance abuse, suicide, hopelessness, despair, anger, frustration and they are the First Peoples of their land.

When the Europeans settled here, they supposedly paid the Indians for their land, however, many land treaties were ignored or broken and the land was simply stolen. The Indians were killed and several tribes were wiped off the face of ‘America’. The First Peoples were herded onto reservations, had their culture stripped from them, along with their land and were told to assimiliate or else. History has shown us that to the ‘victor go the spoils’ and that history is also written from the viewpoint of the conqueror, never the conquered. History is also ‘airbrushed’ as many do not want their misdeeds to be seen in the true light for what they were, enslavement, killing, stealing, raping, pillaging and much of this was done in the name of religion as was the case with the African slaves dragged from Africa to America and yes I know, Africans are not Indigenous to America, however, their treatment is also disgustingly abhorrent as was what happened to the Indians.

The Aborigines suffered the same fate as the Indians Indigenous to America. People showed up from different lands, many were convicts. A penal colony was formed at Botany Bay set up by Great Britain. The following includes more on that:

The first 736 convicts banished from England to Australia land in Botany Bay. Over the next 60 years, approximately 50,000 criminals were transported from Great Britain to the “land down under,” in one of the strangest episodes in criminal-justice history.

The accepted wisdom of the upper and ruling classes in 18th century England was that criminals were inherently defective. Thus, they could not be rehabilitated and simply required separation from the genetically pure and law-abiding citizens. Accordingly, lawbreakers had to be either killed or exiled, since prisons were too expensive. With the American victory in the Revolutionary War, transgressors could no longer be shipped off across the Atlantic, and the English looked for a colony in the other direction.

Although not confined behind bars, most convicts in Australia had an extremely tough life. The guards who volunteered for duty in Australia seemed to be driven by exceptional sadism. Even small violations of the rules could result in a punishment of 100 lashes by the cat o’nine tails. It was said that blood was usually drawn after five lashes and convicts ended up walking home in boots filled with their own blood–that is, if they were able to walk at all.

Convicts who attempted to escape were sent to tiny Norfolk Island, 600 miles east of Australia, where the conditions were even more inhumane. The only hope of escape from the horror of Norfolk Island was a “game” in which groups of three prisoners drew straws. The short straw was killed as painlessly as possible and a judge was then shipped in to put the other two on trial, one playing the role of killer, the other as witness.
source:
http://www.history.com/this-day-in-history/first-australian-penal-colony-established

As bad as the transported convicts had it, the Aborigines suffered even more.

Clashes with colonists

When Europeans first began to colonise Australia, towards the end of the 18th century AD, they found cultures and environments which, in hindsight, were of incalculable value.

Much of this ancient legacy has been destroyed forever in the subsequent two centuries.

Contact between new settlers, under imperial British rule, and Australia’s indigenous people, led to the decimation of many Aboriginal groups due to disease, dispossession and in tens of thousands of cases, outright murder.

As populations declined and were fragmented, many unique linguistic and cultural traditions as well as valuable knowledge about the land and its fauna and flora were lost forever.

Land Theft

Seizure of Australia by British Imperial forces was claimed to take place under British law.

Even at that time, the British legal system had developed some traditions of fair dealings with native populations inside colonies.

These constraints were not applied on the ground in Australia. Invasion and blatant land theft by settlers were justified under the astonishing legal fiction of “Terra Nullius” – the notion that Australia was effectively unoccupied before British colonisation.

The lack of indigenous systems of land ownership (in the European tradition of private land ownership) was used to give credence the idea of Terra Nullius. The basic idea was that it was impossible to rob Aboriginal people of land, as they’d previously never owned land.
source:www.didjshop.com/shop/AbCulturecart-About Australian Aboriginal Culture-the world’s longest continuous culture?

It would seem to be the case that Indigenous Peoples all around the world have been grossly abused, misused, killed and had their land stolen from underneath them and yet, centuries later, their plight is still the same.

And the Indians Indigenous to America?

The following is from “Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee” written by Dee Brown:

“On the morning of November 29, 1864, 600 Cheyenne and Arapahos camped on a bend of Sand Creek were awakened by the sound of charging hooves. Two thirds of these 600 were women and children as the government granted able bodied men to go east and hunt buffalo to feed their hungry families. Only 35 braves were in the camp. This made the ensuing charge all the more frightening for the women, children, elders, and remaining braves.

So great was the fear of the coming charge that men, women, and children ran from their lodges into the biting cold taking no time to fully dress. The partially dressed Indians began to gather under a huge American flag above Black Kettles lodge (Black Kettle was given the huge American flag and peace medals by Abraham Lincoln and Colonel A. B. Greenwood in Washington only a year earlier and was told that as long as the American flag was above them, no one would be harmed). The braves present surrounded the women and children gathered under the flag. At 8:00 am more than 700 cavalry men under the command of Colonel John M. Chivington and Major Scott J. Anthony, rode in and fired on the huddled Indians from two directions. After the initial charge the US soldiers dismounted and continued the indiscriminate killing of men, women, and children. During the killing unspeakable atrocities and mutilations were committed by the soldiers. Accounts from two white men, John S. Smith and Lieutenant James Connor, described the acts of dehumanization.”

According to John S. Smith, Colonel Chivington knew these Indians to be peaceful before the massacre. Smith witnessed, as did helpless Indian mothers and fathers, young children having their sex organs cut away. U.S. soldiers mutilated Native American women, cutting away their breasts and removing all other sex organs. After the Massacre, soldiers displayed the women’s severed body parts on their hats and stretched them over their saddle-bows while riding in the ranks. The sex organs of every male were removed in the most grotesque manner. One soldier boasted that he would make a tobacco pouch with the removed privates of White Antelope, a respected elder. Conner witnessed a soldier displaying the body parts of a woman on a stick. The fingers of Indians were cut off to get at the rings on them. Connor remembered a baby only a few months old who had been hidden in the feed box of a wagon for protection. When the soldiers discovered the baby some time later, the baby was thrown onto the frozen ground to die. In going over the site the next day, it was noted that every corpse was mutilated in some way, and scalped.
source:Native American Atrocities – http://www.lastoftheindependents.com/chivington.html

..and we have the gall to call ourselves, ‘human’.

Judge Not,The Pain Of Life

I used to look down on people who were addicted to crack or heroin. I remember someone telling me that if a person tried crack just once, they’d get hooked. I thought to myself, “well then, who the hell would try it?” Apparently a great many people. I always felt superior to the people who were addicted to crack, heroin or pain medication because I thought of myself as above all of that. I didn’t put myself in their shoes, try and understand what drove them to even ‘do’ those drugs and why others became addicted to pain medication. It soon dawned on me that they were living in despair, hopelessness, anger, pain, frustration, helplessness and the only way to cope was through mind altering drugs. What this says about the society that we have created is that we are forcing people into trying to escape reality by any means necessary. Their pain is so great, that some will sell their bodies to obtain a way out, if only for a little while. People who normally would have never committed a crime are now shoplifters, prostitutes who have rap sheets and who are most likely eaten up with STDs.

I’ll never forget, I was living in Baltimore, MD at the time and I was going through some rough spots myself. I had just left an abusive marriage with only the money in hand and the clothes on my back and had relocated myself to another state to get away from him. I had just found an apartment and recently got a job. I remember that my first electric bill was a turn-off notice. I was overwhelmed and in a big city. Now coming from a rural area, I was more green than spinach and I looked it and in many ways, I was. I was so broke, I had to walk to work in $2.00 tennis shoes. I had no coat, but luckily when it turned cold, I searched through closets and found a coat left by a previous tenant. A guy in the next building took pity on me and let me borrow a warmer coat and when I was walking to work one day, I started getting catcalls and guys were pulling up beside me and yelling out their telephone numbers. I just shook my head and said to myself, “girl, you’re in the big city now!” When I got to work, I turned around to take the coat off and the girls in the office burst out laughing. Okay, now I’m fed up. When they could take a breath, I was told to look at the back of my jacket. The jacket was from a ‘strip club’. Sigh!! This would happen to me! I had no choice, but to wear it back home and got pretty much the same thing. I’ll get to the point in a minute. When I got home, there was some ladies standing outside my apartment building. They were extremely nice. One of them came up to me and said, “here, honey…I want you to practice safe sex.” She handed me a handful of condoms. I thought to myself, “oh dear, she thinks that I’m a prostitute.” I was touched by her wanting to help me. I had never met a prostitute before. I thanked her for the condoms and explained to her that I was working an office job and that I wasn’t a prostitute. She told me that it didn’t matter, keep the condoms because I was sure to have a boyfriend and if he wouldn’t do the right thing, I’d have protection. Bless her heart!

The next time I was on my way to get some take-out, one of the ladies came up to me and asked me how I was doing. She looked as though I should be asking about her and I did the only thing I could think of to do. I asked her to walk with me down to the store and when I came out, I handed her some money and begged her to stay off the streets that night and to be safe. I didn’t know that I was inadvertently feeding her drug habit. I didn’t know that it mattered not what little I could give, she’d have to be out there. The horrors they must face. Their bodies, used and abused, their minds trying to escape the reality of what is happening to them. The need for more money, the pimp who takes his cut, the beatings they take. If I was a praying person, they would most definitely be in my prayers, but what would prayers do? What can I do? What difference in their lives can I make? I am just as helpless to do anything to relieve their plight as they are. I now realize that I have my own way of dealing with reality and no, it is not just writing about it. What would I do without that glass of wine with dinner? Without a flute of champagne to dull the suffering I see each and everyday. Just because what I indulge in is legal does not give me any moral high ground. I cannot judge anyone else for what they use to get through another day when I, myself have a wine cellar and make good damn use of it. What hypocritical thinking to believe that I’m better than a crack addicted person or one who is hooked on heroin or pain medication. I can be just as easily jailed if they decide to once again, make my ‘pain reliever’ an illegal substance. And so I ‘judge not, lest I be judged’!

Gun Violence Within The Black Community And Why No Outrage

Chicago Gun Violence Produce 500 Homicides in 2012
source:atlantablackstar.com

Gun violence is nothing out of the ordinary to Detroit’s wearied residents, as raging crime rates threaten the troubled city’s long-term future.It’s been named America’s most dangerous city four years running by Forbes Magazine, recording 375 homicides so far this year
source:Huffington Post

In 2012, 427 people were shot in New Orleans – the exact same number as in 2011

Read more: http://www.wdsu.com/news/local-news/new-orleans/Murder-rate-down-in-2012-gun-violence-unchanged/-/9853400/17989574/-/sxm5gaz/-/index.html#ixzz2LZ95RYi1

So, why no hue and cry? Why no public outrage from the so-called ‘leaders’ in the Black community? Where is the NAACP? Why aren’t they marching to the beat of the ‘guns in our communities’ drum instead of hosting Image Awards Ceremonies? Why did it take the Newtown shooting to get the president to state that:

As a country, we have been through this too many times. Whether it’s an elementary school in Newtown, or a shopping mall in Oregon, or a temple in Wisconsin, or a movie theater in Aurora, or a street corner in Chicago — these neighborhoods are our neighborhoods, and these children are our children. And we’re going to have to come together and take meaningful action to prevent more tragedies like this, regardless of the politics.

Even in the above excerpt, Chicago gets a footnote. Why? What is behind the almost ‘crickets chirping quiet’ when the question is put forth,”why no hue and cry over the outrageous statistics of gun violence in Black communities all across this country?” Are these communities a lost cause? Why haven’t the many ‘religious’ organizations come forward to take a united stance to brainstorm and come up with solutions? Is there no solution? What is aiding and abetting the continued outrageous gun violence statistics in our urban areas? The problem and the solution is poverty. Alleviate it. What fuels gun violence? Drug turf wars. What fuels drug sells? Hopelessness, poverty, despair, entrapment. Why is this prevalent in Black communities? That’s your answer. Because hopelessness, poverty, despair and entrapment are THE essence of life in Black communities. So, it is perceived as a ‘Black’ problem and therefore, pffft..who cares!