Paint the White House BLACK? LOL NOT so much!

I received the text below in an email I think it’s profoundly written and wisely spoken…

When Are WE Going to Get Over It?
For much of the last forty years, ever since America “fixed” its race problem in the Civil Rights and Voting Rights Acts, we white people have been impatient with African Americans who continued to blame race for their difficulties. Often we have heard whites ask, “When are African Americans finally going to get over it?
Now I want to ask: “When are we White Americans going to get over our ridiculous obsession with skin color?
Recent reports that “Election Spurs Hundreds’ of Race Threats, Crimes” should frighten and infuriate every one of us. Having grown up in “Bombingham,” Alabama in the 1960s, I remember overhearing an avalanche of comments about what many white classmates and their parents wanted to do to John and Bobby Kennedy and Martin Luther King. Eventually, as you may recall, in all three cases, someone decided to do more than “talk the talk.”
Since our recent presidential election, to our eternal shame we are once again hearing the same reprehensible talk I remember from my boyhood.
We white people have controlled political life in the disunited colonies and United States for some 400 years on this continent. Conservative whites have been in power 28 of the last 40 years. Even during the eight Clinton years, conservatives in Congress blocked most of his agenda and pulled him to the right. Yet never in that period did I read any headlines suggesting that anyone was calling for the assassinations of presidents Nixon, Ford, Reagan, or either of the Bushes. Criticize them, yes. Call for their impeachment, perhaps.
But there were no bounties on their heads. And even when someone did try to kill Ronald Reagan, the perpetrator was non-political mental case who wanted merely to impress Jody Foster.
But elect a liberal who happens to be Black and we’re back in the sixties again. At this point in our history, we should be proud that we’ve proven what conservatives are always saying -that in America anything is possible, EVEN electing a black man as president. But instead we now hear that schoolchildren from Maine to California are talking about wanting to “assassinate Obama.”
Fighting the urge to throw up, I can only ask, “How long?” How long before we white people realize we can’t make our nation, much less the whole world, look like us? How long until we white people can -once and for all- get over this hell-conceived preoccupation with skin color? How long until we white people get over the demonic conviction that white skin makes us superior? How long before we white people get over our bitter resentments about being demoted to the status of equality with non-whites?
How long before we get over our expectations that we should be at the head of the line merely because of our white skin? How long until we white people end our silence and call out our peers when they share the latest racist jokes in the privacy of our white-only conversations?
I believe in free speech, but how long until we white people start making racist loudmouths as socially uncomfortable as we do flag burners? How long until we white people will stop insisting that blacks exercise personal responsibility, build strong families, educate themselves enough to edit the Harvard Law Review, and work hard enough to become President of the United States, only to threaten to assassinate them when they do?
How long before we starting “living out the true meaning” of our creeds, both civil and religious, that all men and women are created equal and that “red and yellow, black and white” all are precious in God’s sight?
Until this past November 4, I didn’t believe this country would ever elect an African American to the presidency. I still don’t believe I’ll live long enough to see us white people get over our racism problem. But here’s my three-point plan:
First, everyday that Barack Obama lives in the White House that Black Slaves Built I’m going to pray that God (and the Secret Service) will protect him and his family from us white people.
Second, I’m going to report to the FBI any white person I overhear saying, in seriousness or in jest, anything of a threatening nature about President Obama.
Third, I’m going to pray to live long enough to see America surprise the world once again, when white people can “in spirit and in truth” sing of our damnable color prejudice, “We HAVE overcome.”
Andrew Manis is author of Macon Black and White and serves on the steering committee of Macon’s Center for Racial understanding.
It will take a Village to protect our President!!!


“Wow that doesn’t taste healthy”
“You sure are pretty for a dark skin girl”
“Why do you have jolly ranchers in your hair that is soooo ghetto!”


Okay that last one doesn’t quite fit but I just really wanted to post that pic…shabang!

One of these things is not like the other…but it does get me to thinking about our perceptions and how those perceptions translate into reality and what exactly all that means.
For example I work with youth and when I come across young black women with blue braids there’s a light bulb that goes off in my head and she is immediately pegged henceforth into to a category in my head I will call “hoodrattish”. Now the child may not indeed BE a hood rat she may just be displaying some temporary hoodrattish tendencies do to the influence of her surroundings. And im not pretending the term hoodrat is any way cohesive or indicative of that youths potential into becoming a valuable member of society or that it is not a semi-offensive term, but for lack of a better word I use it to define youth who display such tendencies of fluorescent hair etc.

So when do we start equating what a people do with who they are? Or rather when does an individual entity begin to have a substantial impact on the sum of its parts or the whole? For example who decided that healthy food had to taste like bird food? And why is soul food/good food equated with fat backs and high sodium. Who said dark skin was diametrically opposed to beauty, can you tell me who came up with that non sequitur?

I mean I guess we can trace all of this back to “the man” but I think to a certain extent it is simple human nature tinged with a little bit of bigotry. To a certain extent we all judge. We make assumptions about people based on their actions compared to the body of our past experiences. But when those judgments affect the way that we treat people or people treat us I think we have to start premeditating our actions and preparing our children to do the same. Particularly as black women I think it is important for us and our lineage to challenge the status quo.

But here is where it gets tricky. Do we modify our behavior to challenge that status quo? Must we be extra professional and bland to prove that we are capable and intelligent? Must dark skinned women stay suited, booted and fly every day to prove that we too can be hallmarks of beauty. Or lighten our skin to be able to compete in the market place? Do I have to be extra grammatically correct to prove that my race is not a marker of my intelligence. Doesn’t making an extra effort to do these things give some validity to the assumptions in the first place?

I think the process of untraining minds is a formidable task, one that I’m not sure I have the tools to undertake…but as the honorable LeVar Burton would say, don’t take my word for it, what do you think?

p.s. Speaking of the interesting names that we name our children LeVar an acceptable name? What about Treaunte, Mazda, Dejel, Ramajah, Kyroneka…etc. you get the point.

You can vote however you like

It’s been a long haul to the election…let me rephrase, it’s been a long haul to the most historical election, that I have every witnessed…well maybe that the united states has ever witnessed…I mean my ancestors built this country from their blood sweat and tears and back then I’m sure not many ever thought we’d see the day when a Black man would come this far and make it so close to becoming the President of the United States of America. I love change! Our nation would be blessed to have such an upstanding man become the President of this country. Barack Obama is poised, has integrity and really cares about the people, unlike his beloved oponent. I support his agenda, what he stands for and the change is going to promote when he makes it into office. I joyfully await November 4th so I can go out and vote! This will be the first time in my life that I am voting outside of California as well and I am ecstatic about that as well…

The great thing about being an American citizen is that I can, and you can…VoTE however YOU LIKE! I’m not really big on making post about politics but this video clip…which is a spin of off T.I.’s “you can have whatever you like” inspired me…I wanted to share this with all of those willing to watch…these kids GO HARD!!!!!!

You can vote however you like

This woman’s worth

Do you ever wonder how much you’re worth?  What about that degree you worked so hard for…did it translate into cold hard cash, dollars in your hopefully not Wachovia or Washington Mutual very very safe bank account? Or did it amount to just being another piece of wasteful paper increasing the size of your environmental footprint.

On another note what about you, yourself as a commodity; do you ever wonder how you would translate into dollars and sense or I guess if we worked on a barter system would you be the diamonds or the dog leash? How long do you think you would sit on the shelf?  In these “harsh” economic times are black women like sub prime mortgages? Are we assets or a poor investment?

I cant help but feel as of late that black women particularly in California, a state known for its interracial dating and high number of mixed race people, are seen less and less as being desirable especially romantically and socially.  As I find myself in more social situations where African Americans do not constitute the majority I wonder if I am the Lisa Turtle in the room.  As much as we love our selves or proclaim we do I can’t help but feel like I, we, many black women are not considered a viable option.  Could it be our fierce dedication to “our” men, or the fear we instill as SBW(strong black women) that leaves us high and dry?

While I reluctantly am beginning to realize that black women are not the first round draft picks of the dating world, when it comes to corporate America or the boardroom, professionally how do we fare? Personally I feel that you are much more likely to see a black female CEO, manager, HNIC than you would see for example a black woman dating outside of her race.  Please correct me if I’m wrong, but whether that statistic is true or not, I think that perception, that black women are capable enough to run shit but do not make likely love interests, speaks volumes about our place on the desirability totem pole?

Do you find this horrifying….

Good thing we black women age well and we just like McDonalds hamburger patties will essentially look the same in 12 years…yeah take that, take that!

Ms. Tina makes it look easy…i’ll let ya’ll guess which one is older.

Whatever You Like

Anytime you want to pick up the telephone you
know that it ain’t nothin to drop a couple stacks on you
If you want it you can get it my dear
5 millions dollars homes drop the business i swear.
I want yo body. I need yo body.
As long as you got me you won’t need nobody
You want it, i got it. Go get it, i’ll buy it
Tell them other broke niggas be quiet

-T.I Whatever You Like ©2008

I can’t lie I cant deny it I ❤ this song. Not in the Kanye West gold diggerian sense, or in the Karine Stevens I hope I can get insert >>famous name here<< to break me off and pay my rent and eat off writing books about him later kind of way. But I love it. I simply adore the fact T.I. can talk about being nice to a girl that he likes. He’s not talking about the smackin, hittin, shaking, or jiggling of her body parts. While the song is no monument to the multifaceted she ra warrior goddess child rearing pant wearing educated talented woman (girl power!), I am pleased to hear something from mainstream hip hip that can talk about treatin a woman nice. Takin her out to eat and not going dutch or likening treating to tricking if you know what I mean. T.I.’s rhymes celebrate allowing a woman to chose her meal sh*t even the continent she eats it in.

Yeah, I told y’all niggaz
about god damn takin’ them hoez to the Cheesecake Factory
Lettin’ them hoez order strawberry lemonade and popcorn shrimps
They ain’t goin’ do nuthin’
but try to take all your motherfuckin’ cheese! (Yeah!)
-Big Boi (Outkast) We Love Deez Hoez (c)2008

I sometimes lament the fact that I am living in a world where doing something nice for a woman you care about is considered a sign of weakness, and that showing submission to a woman in any form is viewed as a chink in a man’s manly armor. When showing a woman NO LOVE is considered acceptable and even preferable I cringe, and the probability of my being able to procreate plummets along with the DOW and Wachovia’s stocks.

So next on my list of things to Bring Back is cordiality, affection, and the visual embodiment of that affection in a free meal or something shiny. Until this proposed renaissance occurs I will just day dream about it. (sigh…I wish I was Zaria from parenthood…a girls gotta have dreams!)

a FrEsH sTaRt…

So it’s been a while since I’ve written any good food for thought. And this is merely an update on my current life doings…In a months time I have completely vacated the life I used to have on the West Coast…but understand that I am a cali gurl 4 LIFE! Nevertheless I am now on the East Coast. I have not even been here for a whole 24 hours and I am more than excited to be here.

I am simply confident in the changes that are going to happen in my life and I am so ready for them. I believe that God had been giving me nudges for a while and this last nudge was the one that I needed to make the drastic change that I needed to help jump start my new beginnings.

I swear to you I never thought I’d be done packing up my old apartment….and OMG I left so much stuff in there…LOL stuff that I actually wanted but didn’t have time nor the patience to pack up or whatever so that it could make he journey with me to the East Coast. Now that I am here and settling in I am just thinking hmmm I left this and I left that and I guess it’s just gone cuz I left it and I clearly can’t go back now to get it. And you know it’s little things that I left like my Africa Flag that was hanging above the closet in my office…and my shower curtin rings that are elephants…hmmm and my cast iron skillet…which was actually saved and I will get it back shortly but to think that I actually left it behind is like omg I surely was not focused.

Before I left I got to see most of the people that I love dearly…I had a going  away in northern cali with all of my good friends and sorors…took good photos and genuinely just got to hang out with good people one last time on the west coast. Down in southern cali I got to hang out with all the good sorors and frat brothers…not to mention I got to hang out with like 4 of my first cousins and a bunch of cousins I hadn’t met before…so that was exciting as well. Man I spent tons of time with my niece and my sister and that of course was best of all…I got to see my grandmothers and parents before I left as well…I am just so blessed.

However more interesting business are the changes that are to come to my blog very soon. I will be having guest authors write…I hope this will bring variety to my blog and keep the readers interested…I want this site to develop into something amazing…just an outlet for writers and a real experience for readers…so watchout for the changes to come!

Are u Black and Single?

Dr. Ronn Elmore is the lead minister over the singles ministry and the lead of marriage counseling at the church I attend. Monthly there are these meetings for the “Rock Solid Singles Ministry.” This man of God is awesome and our meeting last night was recorded for the special that is to premier on CNN on the 23rd of this month called “Black in America.”

I wasn’t really sure what to expect at this seminar, but I was hopeful to walk away with some useful tips if nothing else. There are so many tools and strategies that Black singles don’t possess and that is part of the reason for the high statistics that exist in our community.

45% of single Black women want to get married and 48% of single Black men want to get married…Those stats are crazy. I help make up those stats! Dr. Elmore has a series of books out andd the newest one is called “No Non-Sense Dating.” Women and men alike have so many misconceptions about the opposite sex and have built so many barriers due to things that may have effected them in past relationships and these are hinderences to successful relationships.

I’m not certain that I’ve always done things “right” in my past and current relationships but I do know that I will not be doing the wrong things anymore.


I feel like being expressive today so I write. I really have come a long ways since my last post. What’s amazing is that this dialog is still, yes, regarding him. However, this entry is on a whole other note than the previous. Since my last post he has owned up to his actions and has taken accountability and admitting things that I never thought he’d admit. Which actually restored the respect that I initially held for him. I believe myself to be a good judge of character, but I started to doubt my judgment or assessment of who he was when he faltered in who I knew him to be.

After his initial apology I was still very guarded and on the defense and my behavior to him was what he deemed as mean. I don’t think I was aware of that and had he not said it to me I would have continued to treat him in that manner. However, he said it was strange to him because he only knows how to be with me one way…and that is likewise for myself but I guess on a subconscious level I was upset with him.
I don’t think anyone could ever understand the nature of our relationship…which is fine by me…but this guy was my best friend…all of my friends say they don’t understand why I even associate with him. That I should remove him from all facets of my life. But I am so unable to do that. While I will always love him…he has a special place in my heart, I am not in love with him anymore. We were friends before we were romantically involved and something is holding me to maintaining a friendship with him. I mean he knows me and understands me and doesn’t pass judgments on me. He knows how to just listen when I need to talk…I trust him on a friendship level more than I’ve ever trusted anyone before in my life. Undoubtedly the reason I allowed myself to fall for him so hard. I digress…we are still friends, we will always be friends.

I needed a friend the other day and he was that friend for me. I didn’t even have to say something was wrong he knew and he asked me did I need to talk. I said I didn’t know if I needed to talk and there the conversation began. He listened to me talk for 3 hours and comforted my soul in all my life worries. Which, mind you are not many, but the few that exist are kind of major. He prayed for me I prayed for him. We shared our concerns with one another and it was purely on a friendship level. On some level I’d like to appease my friends and say that he is no longer a part of my life. But if I’m going to be real with myself, which may be absurd to many…he is still my best friend…sometimes I’m not sure if that even makes sense but after being the kind of friends we’ve been to each other for the period of time that we have…how do you transition and just completely cut that kind of friend out of your life?

It may be possible for some but it is not possible for me. However, I do attempt in keeping some kind of distance between us…but it’s more so because of what other people say not what I believe…

Understanding the value of your selfworth…Do you understand yours?

Now know that I can’t just throw you into this and expect you to understand what I’m saying so let me break some words down for you—so you can keep up…

To understand is to perceive and comprehend the nature and significance of; to know thoroughly through close contact with or long experience of; to grasp what is intended or expressed by; to comprehend the meaning of; to know and be tolerant or sympathetic toward; to have understanding, knowledge or comprehension; to learn indirectly or at secondhand…

Value: an amount regarded as a suitable equivalent for something else; monetary or material value; worth in usefulness or importance to the possessor; a principle, standard, or quality regarded as worthwhile or desirable; precise meaning or import…

Worth: the quality of something that makes it desirable, useful, or valuable; the number or amount of something that may be purchased for a specific sum; wealth riches; the quality within one that renders one deserving of respect; deserving of: merit…

It’s strange because as women there are so many of us that devalue ourselves without realizing it.

God has a purpose for each and every one of us and loving our self truly—further creates the needed understanding in knowing the value of our own self worth!

I’ve always been a person that values myself and consider myself to be someone who truly values my own self worth. While that has been and still is the truth, an old friend, who in a very short time, helped me to better understand my own self-worth made me realize I didn’t fully comprehend the true value of myself worth at that time.

It’s strange, yet again, because we set these standards for our self, our career aspirations, and even love life’s without truly thinking them through enough to understand, what it is we really want and are really looking for or even why we are looking for such!

You know it’s the simple things sometimes that go unnoticed that bring value to who we are or who we can become. My friend really helped me understand the value of my own self worth through the words by which he used to address me. It was like an epiphany—but we acknowledge ones worth every time we speak or address one another in the simplest of forms.

One of the first times we shared a conversation he was able to see that I was a woman of substance and that is something I pride myself on being. Because if I lack substance what is my purpose of being??? My purpose in action??? My purpose in the pursuit of love, life or even happiness? (Just let that marinate)

Now I define myself to be a compassionate, zealous, giving, honoring, trusting, spirit-filled, committed, goal-oriented, independent, dependable, respectable and loving individual—so I don’t look towards others to help define myself, what I believe, or what I stand for; however, through all of that I still lacked a true understanding of my own self worth.

Now let me break down a little more for you…(don’t get lost—just pay attention!)

My friend called me ‘Princess’ let me break this word down for you because a Princess is not just someone who is in the royal bloodline or marrying into the royal bloodline.

Princess is defined as:
A hereditary woman ruler; queen; the woman ruler of a principality; a woman member of a royal family other than a monarch;…

Now here is where the definition veers away from its royal meaning…

…A Noble woman; a woman regarded as having status or attributes of a princess.

Now you know I can’t stop there because I really want you to understand completely!

Principality: a territory ruled by a prince or from which the title of a prince is derived; the position, authority, or jurisdiction of a prince; an angel of the 3rd lowest rank in the nine orders of angels.

It’s the latter part of that which is key…I’m going to help you really understand me and maybe give you some help in finding the path that helps you understand you and the value of your self worth.

Now my friend has also called me ‘young lady’ and ‘sunshine’ on a few occasions…

Sunshine is defined as the sun’s light or its direct rays; happiness: cheerfulness; a source of happiness or cheerfulness

Young in short is being underdeveloped in a period of life or growth, newly begun or formed; of or relating to youth or early life; having the vigor or freshness of youth; lacking experience…

Lady is defined to be a well-mannered and considerate woman with high standards of proper behavior; a woman regarded as virtuous and proper; a well-behaved girl; a woman who is head of a household; a woman to whom a man is romantically attached; a general feminine title of nobility and rank.

Now, I really don’t think y’all are ready to feel me yet, but I’m going to give it to you anyway!

(I know it’s getting long but just follow me a little bit longer here…)

There is so much meaning behind a word and so much power in a name my three names together mean…

A maiden referred to as someone who ruled on the borderlands of a realm; warlike with noble ranking as a son (daughter) of David…(yea I know that’s deep!)

The term maiden is defined as an unmarried girl or woman, a virgin, …being an unmarried woman; inexperienced; untried; 1st or earliest.

Now your name is who you are, what you are called and what you ultimately live up to…my name has such a powerful meaning and for so long I have rejected my middle name, because of one characteristic or another, but after doing some research and discover the meaning of my name, which comes from three different origins—sharing similar meanings, I find that all this time I have been rejecting a piece of me and that is probably why I didn’t have a complete understanding of my own self worth.

When all of these words are looked at and tied in together the relationship is blatantly obvious. A princess is a noble woman; lady holds a general feminine title of nobility and rank; principality is an angel with the third lowest rank; young is lacking experience as a maiden is being inexperienced.

As I near a quarter of a century my life has barley begun…I’ve made many choices and decisions to help get myself on the path that I have deemed God’s journey for me in life yet I had no complete understanding of it because I lacked the needed knowledge to fully understand the value of my self worth.

God’s purpose for me is not to compromise myself for someone—anyone! God’s purpose for me was to value myself as he values me and that is through all things. Our lives are about not just words that promise action but action that is followed by words, virtues that are obvious and apparent to those who may be out to cripple or hinder us. “Physical weakness prevents the accomplishment of much that otherwise might be done” and if we are not mentally strong and prepared for all of the adverse things life throw at us, we will crumble and fail…we our God’s precious jewels and should be mindful of that in ever action we set forth in…remembering that anyone who expects us or lets us compromise our self for their own selfish gain is only out to hinder us from great things. Love your self, understand what it means to love your self…and keep that knowledge that a compromise for something unworthy today you’ll still pay for tomorrow.

“Kill a Nigger”

So I’m reading news week…(surprise) and I was about to close it up as I saw an article titled “A gang war twist” what do you think the twist is??? Anyhow, as I continue to read I find out that a gang called “the avenues” murder a Black man just because he was Black and in there “hood” or at least that is what the article says…This man had …wait This BLACK man had parked his car in a parking lot and got shot up my some mexicans who on a random wind decided to “kill a nigger” ain’t that some ish???

So what my real problem is why are minorities killing minorities??? Does it make any sense we have 1 thing in common our whole lives and it’s our number one enemy…and that enemy is not each other. But that’s all you see is Blacks at war with Mexicans and Mexican at war with Blacks the real war should be getting an education and showing the man who’s really running this country…What do you think about it?

Jena Six

This was recently sent to me via email and I wanted to share it with the world. This is one of the most saddening things that is occurring, here and now, during the MillenniumMillenium to my people I am outraged…

“I just learned about a case of segregation-era oppression happening today in Jena, Louisiana. I signed onto’s campaign for justice in Jena, and wanted to invite you to do the same.

Here is what happened: Last fall in Jena, the day after two Black high school students sat beneath the “white tree” on their campus, nooses were hung from the tree. When the superintendent dismissed the nooses as a “prank,” more Black students sat under the tree in protest. The District Attorney then came to the school accompanied by the town’s police and demanded that the students end their protest, telling them, “I can be your best friend or your worst enemy… I can take away your lives with a stroke of my pen.”

A series of white-on-black incidents of violence followed, and the DA did nothing. But when a white student was beaten up in a schoolyard fight, the DA responded by charging six black students with attempted murder and conspiracy to commit murder.

It’s a story that reads like one from the Jim Crow era, when judges, lawyers and all-white juries used the justice system to keep blacks in “their place.” But it’s still happening today. The families of these young men are fighting back, but the story has gotten minimal press. Together, we can make sure their story is told and that the Governor of Louisiana intervenes and provides justice for the Jena 6. It starts now. Please join me:

The noose-hanging incident and the DA’s visit to the school set the stage for everything that followed. Racial tension escalated over the next couple of months, and on November 30, the main academic building of Jena High School was burned down in an unsolved fire. Later the same weekend, a black student was beaten up by white students at a party. The next day, black students at a convenience store were threatened by a young white man with a shotgun. They wrestled the gun from him and ran away. While no charges were filed against the white man, the students were later arrested for the theft of the gun.

That Monday at school, a white student, who had been a vocal supporter of the students who hung the nooses, taunted the black student who was beaten up at the off-campus party and allegedly called several black students “nigger.” After lunch, he was knocked down, punched and kicked by black students. He was taken to the hospital, but was released and was well enough to go to a social event that evening.

Six Black Jena High students, Robert Bailey (17), Theo Shaw (17), Carwin Jones (18), Bryant Purvis (17), Mychal Bell (16) and an unidentified minor, were expelled from school, arrested and charged with second-degree attempted murder. The first trial ended last month, and Mychal Bell, who has been in prison since December, was convicted of aggravated battery and conspiracy to commit aggravated battery (both felonies) by an all-white jury in a trial where his public defender called no witnesses. During his trial, Mychal’s parents were ordered not to speak to the media and the court prohibited protests from taking place near the courtroom or where the judge could see them.

Mychal is scheduled to be sentenced on July 31st, and could go to jail for 22 years. Theo Shaw’s trial is next. He will finally make bail this week.

The Jena Six are lucky to have parents and loved ones who are fighting tooth and nail to free them. They have been threatened but they are standing strong. We know that if the families have to go it alone, their sons will be a long time coming home. But if we act now, we can make a difference.

Join me in demanding that Louisiana Governor Kathleen Blanco get involved to make sure that justice is served for Mychal Bell, and that DA Reed Walters drop the charges against the 5 boys who have not yet gone to trial.”

Mind Prisoners

Ignorance is Ignorance and our country is filled with so much ignorance that I am just completely saddened and frustrated and plain off PISSED about it.

Our prisons are over crowed and our prisoners and being treated by way of cruel and unusual punishments–specifically when they are being treated medically. I know someone who’s going to be working in that field and as it is announced and details brought forth and so-called Devout Christians are laughing…Yes, laughing! Snickering on about how all they should get is bread, water & aspirin. Makes me want to scream!

Basically the prisoners are getting what they deserve. Being the Christians that they claim themselves to be…shouldn’t they be familiar with the scriptured text…”let he who is without sin cast the first stone” are they not familiar with the text that reads, “man cannot live on bread and water alone…”

I mean seriously what is our world coming to when our system of reformation is a system of brutality and those on the outside who are supposed to be operating in the spirit of LOVE for God is Love are being judgmental and hypocritical and deciding within their ownselves that they have the right to take the lives of others and make decisions that suit them…rather than putting the interest of the inmates first?

I mean aren’t these people in jail so that they can be reformed and released back into society? Not humiliated, demeaned and disrespected?

I’m pissed because for one: most people in the prisons are minority’s and I’ve got cousins who are in prison for their own ignorance–not because they are evil but because of their social settings, because of their lack of knowledge on finding an alternative solution to the many down falls that exist in their lives.

Two our tax dollars are doing what for these prisons…? Paying guards and so called doctors who’ve sworn to care for the sick can treat the inmates like SHIT!!!! This is unacceptable–period.

You have these overly zealous religious folk who are supposed to be helping to promote change…effective change casting stones as if they are perfect and without sin. That’s Bull everyone in america is a criminal just not everyone has been caught and reprimanded for what’ they’ve done.

How many housewives go grocery shopping and decide it’s okay to taste the grapes before they purchase them and maybe not even purchase them if they don’t like they way they taste…that’s called thief! Maybe it’s not drastic but it’s stealing never the less. How many people are given back too much change when they purchase something and keep the money rather than giving it back to the clerk–who will indeed be reprimanded for having their register come up short…this list can go on and on and on…

My point is that just because you have inmates imprisoned for crimes they may or may not have committed (because the reality of the situation is that a lot of our criminal systems are corrupt) doesn’t mean that anyone working within that system has the right to play God and make inmates accountable however they see fit…because now who’s the criminal?