When the Black Panther makes it known that he too was an associate of Ezra Miller, the late Harlem community pillar and social activist who died in police custody, the case finds new life. Was there more to Miller than he let on? Was his activism a front for something larger? One thing’s for certain: What’s happening in Harlem is not new. It stretches back decades. The secret super hero history of the Marvel Universe continues!
If you don’t believe this, just ask any of your female friends, or google some statistics yourself.
this is our reality.
I was seven when a car full of guys whistled at me to get my attention and we’re blowing kisses at me. One guy in the backseat was flicking his tongue between his fingers and told me he wanted to fuck me. I didn’t really understand but I got so embarrassed.
This is fucking terrible
Grown men started catcalling me when I was about 10 maybe. But before that a pedophile called my house when I was in kindergarten. I remember the conversation started out fairly innocuous until it started to get weird and then my mother figured out I was talking to a stranger on the phone and she took it from him and cursed him out.
Because we must understand the depth of who and what we lost and how
Dylan Roof singularly and literally made the world a more horrifying
place by his actions; specifically, permanently, and with malice and
antipathy, by removing someone from the world who decidedly tried to
make it better.
“The world knows my sister Cynthia Graham Hurd,
as one of the Charleston nine, murdered by a white supremacist in
Emanuel AME Church this summer. But she is more than just a victim or a
name scrolling across the bottom of a TV screen.
She was a sister, the fourth of six kids. When my parents died 25 years
ago, she became the family matriarch, taking charge and making sure
that even my oldest brother, Robert, marched in line.
She was an
aunt who spoiled my two daughters with books and trips to Charleston.
She was involved – sometimes, as a father I have to say, too involved –
in their lives. I called her every Sunday from Charlotte to keep up with
the rest of the family in Charleston — she had the scoop on everyone.
She was a dedicated librarian for 31 years, helping kids solve their
problems. Before the Internet, my big sister, the nerd, read every word
of the World Book encyclopedia. When the traveling salesman finally
delivered the last volume to our house, she was so excited. That was her
first library, her escape. She served on the housing authority board in
Charleston, and took seriously the important work of providing safe,
affordable and decent shelter for all. She worried that gentrification
was driving some African Americans out of the center city.
In the
days after the shooting, South Carolina honored those killed by
removing the Confederate flag from the state house. It’s a meaningful
gesture. But we cannot stop there.”
- Malcolm Graham, “My sister was killed in the Charleston church shooting. Removing the Confederate flag isn’t nearly enough.”
(H/T Graeme Seabrook)
[Photo description: A portrait of a black woman, Cynthia Graham Hurd. A
close up. She is smiling into the camera. She has her hands clasped,
the right on top of the left, in front of her. She is looking directly
into the camera. A plain beige/yellow background.]
I must remind you that starving a child is violence. Neglecting school children is violence. Punishing a mother and her family is violence. Discrimination against a working man is violence. Ghetto housing is violence. Ignoring medical need is violence. Contempt for poverty is violence.
Women, if the soul of the nation is to be saved, I believe that you must become its soul.
I wish I could’ve met her. I want to make her proud. I feel like I have such big shoes to fill, but I am trying!
