Death Threats Against Obama

Racist Atrocities Soar As America Regurgitates Its Soul:

Part Two

True to form, just like I called it, even before the New Year could began in earnest three more Black men were lynched in America. Somehow, just saying I told you so doesn’t really do it for me. On New Year’s Eve, Johannes Mehserle a White police officer shot Oscar Grant Jr. a 22 year old Black man in his back, killing him instantly as he lay prone and unarmed on a train platform in Oakland California. The incident was caught on tape. It became just the latest public lynching of a Black man in the United States, and it sparked several days of angry rebellion.¹ On that very same day, in Bellaire Texas a police officer shot the 23 year old son of Bobby Tolan, a once famous professional baseball player. Robbie Tolan ended up with a bullet lodged in his liver, only because as he stood in the driveway of his own home, a White police officer simply assumed that the car he actually owned was a stolen vehicle.² Then, hours later on New Year’s Day, nine police officers in New Orleans discharged their weapons 48 times and put 12 bullets into the back of yet another young unarmed African American man; 22-year-old Adolph Grimes was shot dead in a hail of gunfire just a few feet away from his grandmother’s home. A total of 14 bullets pierced violently through his body.³ As we established in Part One of what has now regrettably become a two-part series, nobody has ever mandated that it requires a rope and a tree to lynch someone. All that it requires is the will and the means to take someone’s life. Now, with the election of the first Black man to the highest office in the land, it appears as if some White people across the country have simply lost their minds. READ MORE:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Dream Merchants’ Fall

The Decline of Civil Rights Hegemony in the Age of

Barack Obama

 

     At approximately 6:45 A.M. on August 3, 1961, I began my global sojourn on terra firma out of the sacred enclave of my mother’s womb. What I was not understandably aware of at the time, was that on the following day several thousand miles away the future first Black President of the United States was beginning his earthly sojourn as well. Like Barack Obama I was not quite seven years old when Dr. Martin Luther King’s life was tragically ended by an assassin’s bullet. However, this one event would actually become the single-most transformative moment of my entire life. Read More: http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/1382892/the_dream_merchants_fall.html?cat=37