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Thursday, March 22, 2018

Firing Line with William F. Buckley Jr.: Muhammad Ali

I like this 1968 interview. Ali clearly states his position After his conviction for draft evasion. He and Buckley discuss Elijah Muhammed, Malcolm X, race and other topics.


Ali never did spend time behind bars
The Supreme Court made a not commonly known decision which prevented his incarceration.

Friday, March 16, 2018

Saturday, February 24, 2018

Guntown

Now white people might see this as satire but as a Black man, I see this little video as chillingly close to reality.

Thursday, February 22, 2018

Frances Ellen Watkins Harper dies . (February 22, 1911)


Frances Ellen Watkins Harper


                                                 (September 24, 1825 – February 22, 1911)

Lines
BY FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER


At the Portals of the Future,
Full of madness, guilt and gloom,
Stood the hateful form of Slavery,
Crying, Give, Oh! give me room–


Room to smite the earth with cursing,
Room to scatter, rend and slay,
From the trembling mother’s bosom
Room to tear her child away;


Room to trample on the manhood
Of the country far and wide;
Room to spread o’er every Eden
Slavery’s scorching lava-tide.


Pale and trembling stood the Future,
Quailing ‘neath his frown of hate,
As he grasped with bloody clutches
The great keys of Doom and Fate.


In his hand he held a banner
All festooned with blood and tears:
‘Twas a fearful ensign, woven
With the grief and wrong of years.


On his brow he wore a helmet
Decked with strange and cruel art;
Every jewel was a life-drop
Wrung from some poor broken heart.



Though her cheek was pale and anxious,
Yet, with look and brow sublime,
By the pale and trembling Future
Stood the Crisis of our time.


And from many a throbbing bosom
Came the words in fear and gloom,
Tell us, Oh! thou coming Crisis,
What shall be our country’s doom?


Shall the wings of dark destruction
Brood and hover o’er our land,
Till we trace the steps of ruin
By their blight, from strand to strand?

See also -
A short bio with a Libravox recording of her novel,
Iola Leroy