Rest in Peace, Eunice Johnson, co-founder of Ebony Magazine and founder of Ebony Fashion Fair
Monday, January 11, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Oakwood, Ohio
Oakwood is the most affluent suburb of Dayton, Ohio. This month's Smithsonian article highlights the home of the Wright Brothers. Mr. Patterson of NCR fame is credited as being "The Father of Oakwood." Today, Oakwood still attracts the most affluent people, academians, businessmen, and professionals from all over Dayton and beyond.
Saturday, January 09, 2010
When Other Women Join In Blaming The Victims- Connie Schultz Article
When other women join in blaming the victims of a killer, we're in real trouble: Connie Schultz
By Connie Schultz
About two weeks into The Plain Dealer's coverage of the Imperial Avenue murders in Cleveland, some women from more privileged neighborhoods began to complain about the coverage.
As Managing Editor Debra Adams Simmons told me, the theme has been essentially this: Stop putting these stories on Page One. They are not relevant to the majority of your readers.
Translation: They are not us.
"They" are poor black women who ended up dead and buried at the home of Anthony Sowell because of addictions, troubled pasts and lousy judgment. We are white suburban women who'd never dream of becoming addicted or succumb to mental illness. And we certainly would never let ourselves be lured into a false sense of security by a man with ill intentions.
No elixir is more intoxicating than self-delusion. It's so comforting to think life metes out justice according to one's privilege and smarts. So dangerous, too.
Anthony Sowell and 169 other registered sex offenders live in ZIP code 44120. It is one of the poorest neighborhoods in Cleveland. Alas, it also claims a sizable chunk of one of the most affluent, educated suburbs in the country: Shaker Heights.
I rented a house in Sowell's ZIP code for 11 years. We were, at most, a 10-minute drive apart. I drove through Sowell's neighborhood countless times on my way to and from work. Most of that time, I saw residents doing what I did. They raked leaves and watered flowers, shouted at kids to stay away from the curb, sat on front stoops and talked to neighbors.
Then, everything changed.
The foreclosure crisis was Cleveland's Katrina, and nowhere is that more evident than in the Mount Pleasant neighborhood. Those who could escape the poverty did. Those who remain live the lives of the chronically bereaved.
In recent years, I started seeing the kind of women police now say were easy prey for the Imperial Avenue murderer: Disoriented, hovering in doorways or weaving along sidewalks. Utterly defenseless.
Should we have foreseen these murders?
Let's at least be honest about this: We are not shocked. We are horrified, we are heartbroken, but only the disingenuous will claim total surprise that a nondescript house in a poor section of Cleveland could hide the bodies of women whom no one describes as mainstream.
Blame for these women runs rampant. And lots of talk about respect, as in: If they didn't respect themselves, how could they expect anyone else to? Why would they go in the house of a convicted rapist? He was, after all, registered as an offender on the Internet.
I ask every woman who is certain that her world bears no resemblance to the lives of the Imperial Avenue victims to imagine one of the following scenarios:
•You are rushing at the end of the day and accidentally leave your cellphone at your office desk. "You can get it tomorrow," a male colleague assures you with a smile. He escorts you to your rapid transit stop.
•It's after 10 p.m., and you realize the kids need milk for breakfast. "I'll be right back," you shout, hopping in the car for a quick run to the grocery. You park in the nearly empty lot and throw open the door before looking around.
•You agree to go out with your friend's friend because he wrote such funny e-mails. You enjoy his company, but make it clear the evening is over when he insists that a gentleman always walks his date to the door.
Each encounter ends with a rape.
Now, let's imagine the suburban version of inquisition:
Why didn't you go back for your cellphone? Didn't you always say that colleague was creepy? Did you even try to fight back? Didn't you look around before you got out of the car? Why didn't you scream? You did a background check on the guy before you agreed to date him, right? Right?
Predictable questions, maybe. But not one of them establishes a right for a woman to be attacked. There is no such right. Not ever.
Tonia Carmichael, R.I.P.
Telacia Fortson, R.I.P.
By Connie Schultz
About two weeks into The Plain Dealer's coverage of the Imperial Avenue murders in Cleveland, some women from more privileged neighborhoods began to complain about the coverage.
As Managing Editor Debra Adams Simmons told me, the theme has been essentially this: Stop putting these stories on Page One. They are not relevant to the majority of your readers.
Translation: They are not us.
"They" are poor black women who ended up dead and buried at the home of Anthony Sowell because of addictions, troubled pasts and lousy judgment. We are white suburban women who'd never dream of becoming addicted or succumb to mental illness. And we certainly would never let ourselves be lured into a false sense of security by a man with ill intentions.
No elixir is more intoxicating than self-delusion. It's so comforting to think life metes out justice according to one's privilege and smarts. So dangerous, too.
Anthony Sowell and 169 other registered sex offenders live in ZIP code 44120. It is one of the poorest neighborhoods in Cleveland. Alas, it also claims a sizable chunk of one of the most affluent, educated suburbs in the country: Shaker Heights.
I rented a house in Sowell's ZIP code for 11 years. We were, at most, a 10-minute drive apart. I drove through Sowell's neighborhood countless times on my way to and from work. Most of that time, I saw residents doing what I did. They raked leaves and watered flowers, shouted at kids to stay away from the curb, sat on front stoops and talked to neighbors.
Then, everything changed.
The foreclosure crisis was Cleveland's Katrina, and nowhere is that more evident than in the Mount Pleasant neighborhood. Those who could escape the poverty did. Those who remain live the lives of the chronically bereaved.
In recent years, I started seeing the kind of women police now say were easy prey for the Imperial Avenue murderer: Disoriented, hovering in doorways or weaving along sidewalks. Utterly defenseless.
Should we have foreseen these murders?
Let's at least be honest about this: We are not shocked. We are horrified, we are heartbroken, but only the disingenuous will claim total surprise that a nondescript house in a poor section of Cleveland could hide the bodies of women whom no one describes as mainstream.
Blame for these women runs rampant. And lots of talk about respect, as in: If they didn't respect themselves, how could they expect anyone else to? Why would they go in the house of a convicted rapist? He was, after all, registered as an offender on the Internet.
I ask every woman who is certain that her world bears no resemblance to the lives of the Imperial Avenue victims to imagine one of the following scenarios:
•You are rushing at the end of the day and accidentally leave your cellphone at your office desk. "You can get it tomorrow," a male colleague assures you with a smile. He escorts you to your rapid transit stop.
•It's after 10 p.m., and you realize the kids need milk for breakfast. "I'll be right back," you shout, hopping in the car for a quick run to the grocery. You park in the nearly empty lot and throw open the door before looking around.
•You agree to go out with your friend's friend because he wrote such funny e-mails. You enjoy his company, but make it clear the evening is over when he insists that a gentleman always walks his date to the door.
Each encounter ends with a rape.
Now, let's imagine the suburban version of inquisition:
Why didn't you go back for your cellphone? Didn't you always say that colleague was creepy? Did you even try to fight back? Didn't you look around before you got out of the car? Why didn't you scream? You did a background check on the guy before you agreed to date him, right? Right?
Predictable questions, maybe. But not one of them establishes a right for a woman to be attacked. There is no such right. Not ever.
Tonia Carmichael, R.I.P.
Tishana Culver, R.I.P.
Telacia Fortson, R.I.P.
Friday, January 08, 2010
'A Typical Black Athlete'
'A Typical Black Athlete'
Please read this article. Mainstream media has a tendency to knock Black athletes off their pedestals.
Please read this article. Mainstream media has a tendency to knock Black athletes off their pedestals.
Thursday, January 07, 2010
Wednesday, January 06, 2010
Pan-African News Wire: Reflections of Fidel Castro: The World Half a Century Later
Pan-African News Wire: Reflections of Fidel Castro: The World Half a Century Later: "AS the Revolution celebrated its 51st anniversary two days ago, memories of that January 1st of 1959 came to mind. The outlandish idea that, after half a century — which flew by — we would remember it as if it were yesterday, never occurred to any of us.
During the meeting at the Oriente sugar mill on December 28, 1958, with the commander in chief of the enemy’s forces, whose elite units were surrounded without any way out whatsoever, he admitted defeat and appealed to our generosity to find a dignified way out for the rest of his forces. He knew of our humane treatment of prisoners and the injured without any exception. He accepted the agreement that I proposed, although I warned him that operations under way would continue. But he traveled to the capital, and, incited by the United States embassy, instigated a coup d’�tat."
During the meeting at the Oriente sugar mill on December 28, 1958, with the commander in chief of the enemy’s forces, whose elite units were surrounded without any way out whatsoever, he admitted defeat and appealed to our generosity to find a dignified way out for the rest of his forces. He knew of our humane treatment of prisoners and the injured without any exception. He accepted the agreement that I proposed, although I warned him that operations under way would continue. But he traveled to the capital, and, incited by the United States embassy, instigated a coup d’�tat."
Sunday, January 03, 2010
Timberland recalls children's boots due to lead hazard
Back on Dec 19, 2009 Timberland issued a recall for children's boot due to lead paint hazard. Learn more and get the model numbers by using the link below:
http://www.letstalkhonestly.com/blacknewsblackviews.html
http://www.letstalkhonestly.com/blacknewsblackviews.html
Saturday, January 02, 2010
Britain must produce more food, government to warn - Telegraph
Britain must produce more food, government to warn - Telegraph: "A soaring global population, climate change, diminishing energy sources and depleted fish stocks mean that society can no longer be complacent about its ability to feed itself, the Department for Environment, Food and Rural Affairs (Defra) will say. Setting out a comprehensive food strategy for the next 20 years, ministers will also say that:
* The public must accept genetically-modified food;The Sunday Telegraph has campaigned for country-of-origin labelling and highlighted cases where consumers are misled as to where their food comes from. However, the Government will stop short of promising compulsory labelling and will instead recommend a voluntary scheme.
* The EU's Common Agricultural Policy adds £52 a year to every Briton's annual food bill; and
* Food should be clearly labelled with its country of origin, to help consumers choose.
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