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The Chicago Olympic Games From Start To Finish September 30, 2009

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At first, I refused to join the debate on whether Chicago should have the 2016 Olympics, then the more I thought about it and the more I watched the violence in the city rise, the more my opinion against having the games grew into outward opposition. Chicago has always been the “second city”, a less popular sister than her big sister New York. Bone chilling cold winters characterized by muffled laughs and “the hawk”, blood oozing from cracked skulls onto the pavement and relentless Cubs fans make Chicago one tough old broad.

As a native of the city, I am naturally impressed by Chicago’s recent surge in popularity.

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New York rarely takes a backseat for anyone but thanks to the election of Barack Obama, a Chicagoan, the city has benefited from being the most mentioned in the news. While not an Obama supporter, I did find it fitting that Chicago produced our first African American president. As the nation’s “Black Metropolis” she definitely deserved that accolade. However, I am troubled by what this all means for black Chicago should the 2016 Olympic games happen.

Today as President Obama makes his way to Copenhagen, in a last ditch effort to pitch the Chicago games, there is a lingering faint smell of blood and death in the air.

A boy, an honor student, was beaten to death in the fair city. You may have seen the video tape of the murderous act floating around on the mainstream news circuits.

I refuse to link to it, as I feel tremendously sorry for the victim’s family.

Having your child beaten to death with a two by four is horrific enough without seeing a tape of it played over and over and over again on the 11 o’clock news for the world to see and make fodder of. I will show a news tape of the event, in case you are not familiar with the situation.

chicagoolympics2016From the Chicago Sun-Times:

FENGER HIGH | ‘You kids know who they are': Top cop seeks 3 more seen in video of fatal beating

September 30, 2009
BY STEFANO ESPOSITO

The “four most egregious offenders” have now been charged in the videotaped fatal beating of Fenger High School honor student Derrion Albert, Chicago’s top cop said Tuesday.

But even as 17-year-old Eugene Bailey was ordered held without bail Tuesday, police Supt. Jody Weis pleaded for the public’s help in identifying three more people seen in an amateur video that has shocked viewers around the globe.

“Almost all of the offenders in this case were students, or were former students from [Fenger],” Weis told reporters at police headquarters Tuesday. “You kids know who they are. Please call in. You’ve got three people who probably need to be arrested because they had contact and struck Derrion.”

Weis said his department is seeking help from the U.S. Secret Service to “enhance” the video to better identify faces.

Mayor Daley, in Copenhagen making a final push to sell Chicago as the best city to host the 2016 Summer Olympics, told reporters, “We’re appealing to a number of people to come forward with the names of the other offenders.”

Earlier Tuesday, a Cook County judge ordered Bailey, of the 10500 block of South La Salle, held without bail for his alleged role in the Sept. 24 beating. Bailey is charged with first-degree murder.

Prosecutors say Derrion, 16, was merely a bystander when he was caught in the middle of a brawl that involved youths wielding wooden boards in the 300 block of West 111th Street. Prosecutors said Bailey punched Derrion, knocking him to the ground. Silvonus Shannon, 19; Eric Carson, 16, and Eugene Riley, 18, are also charged with first-degree murder in the beating, and the three appeared Monday in court, where they were all held without bail.

Weis said that his department also plans to investigate a complaint that the first police officers arriving at the scene of the beating didn’t intervene in the brawl.

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Image from the Chicago Reader newspaper

Where are the words of hope and change President Obama?

Yes you can fly to Copenhagen with Chicago Mayor Richard J. Daley to pitch for the 2016 Olympic Games.

Yes you can speak out during a national press conference on the alleged shoddy racist treatment received by Professor Henry Louis Gates from the Cambridge Police Department.

Yes you can give props to the Chicago White Sox and put down Republicans like Michale Steele during fancy $700 a plate dinners…But where is the outrage over what is happening in the great city that you community organized?

For many of the residents in Chicago your presidency is not translating into real change they can believe in. Who can they pray to? Who will they light a candle for at the alter?

Autographed Letter Signed,

AFROCITY

From Contra Obama.com. Parody of Famous Time Magazine cover asking "Is God Dead?"

From Contra Obama.com. Parody of Famous Time Magazine cover asking "Is God Dead?"

 

Daily Devotionals for Moonbats September 28, 2009

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3304437668_692f74ccefMy inbox has began to tense up a bit with the amount of emails I have received asking me to pray for our president.

Not pray for our country mind you but to pray for Barack Obama himself against the evil Republicans , racists that wish to do him harm by “telling lies”( which are most likely the truth) to bring him down by opposing Obama’s health care reform package.  I was instructed to say a special prayer against Rush Limbaugh and Glenn Beck of FOX News.

I do not attend church. That does not mean that I do not believe in organized religion.  I consider myself to be spiritual. For me that means I read my Bible (occasionally) and I pray every morning when I wake up.

Among my favorite topics for prayer are support of our troops, America’s safety, good sales, my continued health, happiness and success.  I suppose that someday I will die eventually and I pray that God guides me to fulfill whatever destiny or role in life he wanted me to.

On occasion, I will pray for people that I read about in the news, mostly young people who have died in violent accidents.

Upon seeing the beauty of a rainbow or a firefly, right that instant, I thank God for the miracle of nature and science.

Sunday September 20, I was driving down an Illinois highway when I caught sight of this rainbow. I pulled into a gas station to get some pictures. No one seemed to notice or care that it was there but me.

Sunday September 20, I was driving down an Illinois highway when I caught sight of this rainbow. I pulled into a gas station to get some pictures. No one seemed to notice or care that it was there but me.

A long time ago when President Bill Clinton “did not have sexual relations” with Monica Lewinsky, I finally got the message that leaders are flawed.  Soon after, I ceased praying for specific world leaders. Instead I pray for all life and that God’s will to be done.  My daily devotional routine may not be fair and certainly it will anger my acquaintance who mailed to say “pray for Obama.”

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However, being the devil’s advocate that I can sometimes be, I wondered if people actually prayed for Adolph Hitler? For success in his “movement”?

Did people pray for Mussolin? Idi Amin?

It is hard to imagine but I bet someone did.

Before my readers go into a tizzy,  I WANT TO CLARIFY that I am not comparing President Obama to any of the aforementioned awful dictators.  Afrocity is staunchly opposed to any attempts to liken Obama to Adolph Hitler.

Two different eras, two different men.

I discourage conservatives from using those images.

President Obama’s recent whine at last Saturday’s  Congressional Black Caucus Foundation dinner concerning foreign response to his  critics and similarities to Hitler proves that the liberals seem to forget that their moonbat brigade often depicted George W. Bush as Hitler during many protests.

The point I am attempting to make involves my personal decision to pray or not pray for a person- particularly a world leader. From what I have seen of Obama, I am not quite certain what his full intentions are.
I am sure that America is a good country with good people that needs the support of God or whatever supreme being might be somewhere out there to lend a hand. That is what I pray for.

Autographed Letter Signed,

AFROCITY


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Obama and Foreign Policy: Donkey See, Donkey Doo September 26, 2009

0Jimmy_JrSooner or later, every political leader has his Waterloo.

For America’s fearless leaders who happen to be Democrats -with the exception of Bill Clinton whose Waterloo was a size 12 navy blue Gap dress) – foreign policy seems to be a common weak spot.  John F. Kennedy and Cuba,  Lyndon B. Johnson and Vietnam, Jimmy Carter and Iran. Could President Obama possibly follow in his donkey party predecessors footsteps???

From National Review Online:

Dog-Feces Ice Cream

America and Libya are defined by their differences.

By Mark Steyn

September 26, 2009

Half a decade or so back, I wrote: “It’s a good basic axiom that if you take a quart of ice-cream and a quart of dog feces and mix ’em together the result will taste more like the latter than the former. That’s the problem with the U.N.”

Absolutely right, if I do say so myself. When you make the free nations and the thug states members of the same club, the danger isn’t that they’ll meet each other half-way but that the free world winds up going three-quarters, seven-eighths of the way. That’s what happened in New York last week. Barack Obama is not to blame for whichever vagary of United Nations protocol resulted in the president of the United States being the warm-up act for the Lunatic-for-Life in charge of Libya. But it is a pitiful reflection upon the state of the last superpower that, when it comes to the transnational mush drooled by the leader of the free world or the conspiracist ramblings of a terrorist pseudo-Bedouin running a one-man psycho-cult of a basket-case state, it’s more or less a toss-up as to which of them is more unreal. To be sure, Colonel Qaddafi peddled his thoughts on the laboratory origins of “swine flu” and the Zionist plot behind the Kennedy assassination. But, on the other hand, President Obama said: “No nation can or should try to dominate another nation.”

Pardon me? Did a professional speechwriter write that? Or did you outsource it to a starry-eyed runner-up in the Miss America pageant? Whether or not any nation “should try” to dominate another, they certainly “can,” and do so with effortless ease, all over the planet and throughout human history.

And how about this passage?

“I have been in office for just nine months — though some days it seems a lot longer. I am well aware of the expectations that accompany my presidency around the world. These expectations are not about me. Rather, they are rooted, I believe, in a discontent with a status quo that has allowed us to be increasingly defined by our differences . . . ”

Forget the first part: That’s just his usual narcissistic “But enough about me, let’s talk about what the world thinks of me” shtick. But the second is dangerous in its cowardly evasiveness: For better or worse, we are defined by our differences — and, if Barack Obama doesn’t understand that when he’s at the podium addressing a room filled with representatives of Iran, Sudan, Saudi Arabia, North Korea, Venezuela, and other unlovely polities, the TV audience certainly did when Colonel Qaddafi took to the podium immediately afterwards. They’re both heads of state of sovereign nations. But, if you’re on an Indian Ocean island when the next tsunami hits, try calling Libya instead of the United States and sees where it gets you.

This isn’t a quirk of fate. The global reach that enables America and a handful of others to get to a devastated backwater on the other side of the planet and save lives and restore the water supply isn’t a happy accident but something that derives explicitly from our political systems, economic liberty, traditions of scientific and cultural innovation, and a general understanding that societies advance when their people are able to fulfill their potential in freedom. In other words, America and Libya are defined by their differences.

What happens when you pretend those differences don’t exist? Well, you end up with the distinctively flavored ice cream I mentioned at the beginning…

carter on timeThe conservative Canadian Mark Steyn is right on target.

Foreign relations necessitate a close examination of differences as well as similarities. Parallels are great…for ice breakers. However, the failure to acknowledge differences can prove to be disastrous. Not only for you Mr. Obama, but our country. Remember America did you a favor by electing you to the highest office in the land. It should be an honor for you to serve us- not the other way around.


Of all the political science courses I took in college for my bachelor’s degree, comparative politics and political theory was paramount to my understanding of the world dynamic.

Obama’s UN speech offered nothing more than his usual apologetic chow. Unity, peace, shake hands, bow, kiss and give an iPod Kumbaya speak which does nothing to really strengthen our country during a time when our enemies are poised to strike. Iran has lied to us once again, Russia is in a political position that would make Ronald Reagan roll in his grave, our troops in Afghanistan are dwindling in resources and manpower, and worst of all we owe our financial security as insecure as it is to China.

carter bamaTo Barack Obama this is all inconsequential, it is far more important that America is the kewl likable kid on the UN block. Any sacrifice to our national security and political dignity is well worth the Noble Peace Prize he will receive for making America the world’s friend with benefits whose doesn’t mind getting slapped around a bit.

9 months is several months shy of one year. 9 months and babies have been conceived and  born, promises to our nation broken, partisan temperatures have risen. 9 months of Barack Obama as our president already feels like 4 years. I have already suffered through one terrorist attack on September 11, 2001. I do not want to add a world war to my collection of experiences. I did not live it , but I saw what the effects of World War II did to my family and our nation. My mother promised me that there would not be a World War III and I am going to hold her to that promise.

Liberals reading this may wonder why Afrocity is taking the line of advocating a tougher Obama while being fearful of war… My answer….Because straw dogs and paper tigers are good for one thing…fires and ex presidents with Nobel Peace Prizes.

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AFROCITY

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Thursday Stitch n’ Bitch: Cracking the ACORN Shills September 24, 2009

Filed under: ACORN — afrocity @ 11:15 AM
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Tensions are running high among congressional supporters of ACORN. Yesterday on Bill O’Reilly , congressman Barney Frank (D-MA) attempted to explain his position on the faltering community activist group in light of recent videotapes released which showed ACORN workers helping a couple posing as a prostitute and a pimp. The tapes resulted in several ACORN workers being relieved of their duties. Congress also voted to exclude federal funding from the group. Now there is a litany of litigation stemming from the pimp tape fallout.

Representative Frank, goes on record here while being drilled by a tenacious O’Reilly:


From Contra Obama.com

From Contra Obama.com

Judging from his defensive behavior, it is not difficult to know where Barney Frank stands on the ACORN issue. What troubles me is that the very people we elect to serve the people will continue to support a group that is obviously corrupt and in need of a massive investigation.  This article in the Wall Street Journal attempts to provide clarity on the Frank position.

September 23, 2009

Barney Frank on Acorn

He calls for an investigation—of the investigators.

In a letter published nearby, Representative Barney Frank takes us to task for an editorial last week in which we noted his absence from the House’s 345-75 vote to defund Acorn, the “community organizing” group that has been caught on video at least five times offering advice on how to evade the authorities while enslaving children as prostitutes. Mr. Frank, whose spokesman tells us he would have voted against the measure (that is, in favor of funding Acorn), has a point. Any implication that he is trying to dodge the matter is mistaken.

Even after the recent revelations, Mr. Frank is a vigorous and unashamed defender of Acorn. Yesterday he and House Judiciary Chairman John Conyers sent a letter to the Congressional Research Service (CRS) requesting a “careful and objective analysis of a number of issues concerning ACORN.” (Mr. Conyers voted to defund Acorn but later said he did so “accidentally.”)

The investigation that Messrs. Frank and Conyers envision does not, to say the least, sound aggressive. They ask the researchers to get to the bottom of, among other things, “the extent to which ACORN has assisted [the] homeless.” With respect to the child-prostitution sting, they ask the CRS to look into “conflicting allegations” about “the propriety of these activities”—by which they mean not the advice Acorn gave on getting away with crimes, but “the federal and state laws that could apply to such videotaping and distribution of conversations without the consent of all parties.”

The Democratic duo also ask CRS whether the legislation defunding Acorn “could constitute an unlawful bill of attainder” by singling out the group—as if the refusal to continue providing federal subsidies is tantamount to punishing it for a crime. Such Constitutional scruples were not evident in March, when the pair joined all but six House Democrats (and 85 Republicans) in voting to impose a 90% tax on executives of AIG and other disfavored corporations.

Messrs. Frank and Conyers do ask if Acorn has misused federal funds or engaged in voter fraud—but the CRS is hardly in a position to investigate whether Acorn has committed such crimes. If Messrs. Frank and Conyers were serious about learning the truth, they’d send their letter to the Justice Department, not the Congressional Research Service.


100_1884ACORN is now suing the creators of the notorious pimp tapes along with Andrew Breitbart for his part in getting the tapes released to the media.  Upon closer examination, the good ol’ folks at ACORN should realize that their law suit can actually be used against them, creating the very legal scrutiny they have been avoiding for nearly two years now. As a defendant, Andrew Breitbart has a right to discovery meaning he could ask for documents that ACORN has kept hidden from public eyes.

As many readers know, President Barack Obama unceremoniously threw ACORN under the bus during his interview last Sunday with George Stephanopolis. I thought of this several days ago as I was walking my Dalmatian. I passed an acorn tree wearing a pair of suede boots. The acorns were cracking underneath the pressure of my boots. An image of a bus driving over millions of acorns overcame me along with the loud collective sound of shells (shills) crackling.  It causes me to wonder if hell hath no fury like a nut scorned.

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AFROCITY

 

Moonbats For Thought September 22, 2009

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It is interesting that President Barack Obama knew everything there was to know about the Cambridge Police Department/Gates incident and thought it was a big enough issue facing the country that he bothered to speak out about it at a national press conference;  yet he knows nothing about ACORN receiving federal funding.

Art From Contra Obama

Art From Contra Obama

From The Examiner.com

Obama: pulling federal funding from ACORN is not important

September 21, 9:57 PMMacon County Conservative Examiner

By Robert Moon

We’ve already established that Obama owes virtually his entire career to ACORN. The ties are endless and undeniable.

This is what made it so difficult to believe him on Sunday, when he flatly dismissed questions about the notorious voter fraud

group’s latest scandal, pretending, “Frankly, it’s not really something I’ve followed closely…It’s not something I’m paying a lot of attention to.”A Democrat-controlled Congress was just politically forced to cut off all funding to the group that gave Barack Obama his start…and he was unaware? Please.

This group is a relentless source of vulnerability and bad press for this president…at a time when he cannot afford to have one more iota of either. He is not only following this story closely, he’s looking for any way he can to distance himself from ACORN…while at the same time downplaying every sleazy crime its members commit.

The problem with this, of course, is the staggering hypocrisy of it all. In Obama’s “new era of accountability,” tax cheats get to run the IRS and the Ways and Means Committee, Obama gets to blame Republicans for everything and make any claim he wants, regardless of the facts, and lifting a finger against notorious voter fraud groups like ACORN is “not the most important issue facing the country.”

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Well guess what Barry? I was black before the election as well, but I wasn’t born yesterday and neither were most of the American people you are attempting to fool.

Autographed Letter Signed,

AFROCITY

 

Sunday Soliloquy:Afrocity’s Guide To Racist Free Time Travel September 20, 2009

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Francois and I taking the Desoto in for a check-up.

I can vividly recall one Saturday afternoon; I was gingerly combing my way through the magazine bin looking for something of interest to a six year old girl, when I found these old issues of Playboy Magazine.

Apparently, some poor man’s wife had donated them to the Salvation Army. There were nearly three years worth.  How did a six year old girl confront the bin of sex and profanity?  She climbed into the bin and began looking at the pictures. Never had I seen white people naked before and why didn’t they have stretch marks like my mother?

Me trying to desribe a weird sound from the DeSoto...

Me trying to describe a weird sound from the DeSoto...

The sight of me holding up the magazine in a vertical pose momentarily stopped an elderly woman passerby in her tracks. Knowing instinctively that my mother most likely had no clue of what I was doing, the woman signaled to a clerk who recognized me as a thrift store regular and identified my parental counterpart.

“And what exactly are you doing?” my mother asked.

I was too little and too naive to tell a lie, so only the truth came from my lips.

“I am looking at pictures of naked people, “ I said. “Will my lumpy things be as big as this woman’s someday?”   I showed my mother the picture of a blond woman who must have been a 38 D.  Mother looked sharply at the magazine and struggled to pry it from my hands.

She shook her head at the store clerk. “These things have no business been out in the open alongside kids books.”

No biggie, they tell me that she is low on transmission fluid. Whew!!!

No biggie, they tell me that she is low on transmission fluid. Whew!!!

Grabbing me from the bin of filth, mother dragged me to the vintage section where I found an old 30’s day dress to play with.   Often I wished that I was born during another time period. Then I could wear fancy frilly lace clothing, unlike the bell bottom jeans of the 70’s. And I would be a woman with breasts too.  I put another dress on; it appeared to be really, really, really old- almost Victorian.  I felt myself living the period. I thought I looked like the women on Gunsmoke.

Mother was nearby and I walked towards her with the dress on dragging it in the dusty floor. “Momma what would I be if I wore this dress when it was made?” I asked hoping she would tell me that I looked like Kitty.

She twisted her lip while looking at me for several seconds “You would be a ragamuffin slave.”

Afterwards, I go cruising Qulit shops and antique stores.

Afterwards, I go cruising Qulit shops and antique stores.

She was apparently referring to a time when I would not be blessed with the ability to read or write especially discarded Playboy magazines.  Ah, the magic time machine does not work for little girls who looked like me. Until someone invented a contraption that could sidestep that minor nuisance called slavery, there would be no time travel for brown folk.  I could never really dream of being Lady Godiva or Betsy Ross, because I would have been in someone’s kitchen.  Even Wishbone the Jack Russell Terrier with a penchant for time travel would not have to worry about landing in a cotton field doing hard unpaid labor.

Here is a beautiful Victorian era jacket I've had my eye on for some time.

Here is a beautiful Victorian era jacket I've had my eye on for some time.

Lucky for me there are still relics of the times, I will never live residing in someone’s dusty antique shop. It doesn’t matter to me what the original owner of a Victorian wedding gown would have thought of my being African American.  The gown is here now in the present and so am I. It is my job to make sure it survives in the future so someone else can time travel vicariously. My 1956 DeSoto causes a flurry of onlookers as it sails down Main St. to a local antique mall.

Milk glass and dolls heads catch my attention.

Milk glass and dolls heads catch my attention.

Imagine that there was a day when it was just an ordinary car which looked no different than the other cars on the street.  Then slowly they all disappeared, junked, destroyed, and left behind for scrap metal.   I wince whenever I think of what would have happened to my DeSoto had she not been taken care of for over 50 years.

Memory suicide, I think while shaking the thought of her lying in a junk heap.

I find these old scales appealing.

I find these old scales appealing.

The sun was shining brightly this Saturday, the turquoise blue and white DeSoto , its size 34A breasted owner  and a frisky Dalmatian pulled into a parking spot right in front of the antique shop.  The eyes of onlookers gave her a round of applause.

autum  2009 023No one noticed the BMW SUV or the Harley Davidson motorcycle sitting next to us. A bearded man carrying a bag of groceries gives me the thumbs up signal. Now who says a black woman cannot travel through time and space?

Autographed Letter Signed,
AFROCITY

 

Thursday Kitchen Bitch: Afrocity Fights The Racism Frontier September 17, 2009

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Sometimes I express myself better verbally rather than writing.

My kitchen is often where I do my best work.

It is the room that my mother loved the most. We had many talks  as she peeled potatoes or stuffed a lemon roast chicken. The arrival of fall inspired me to buy pumpkin scented candles and spiced tea. Eucalyptus plants also add soothing aromas to the atmosphere.

In November it will be a year since the election of 2008. The election that gave America its first president of color. It does however, come as something of a surprise that I would have to make a video asking Barack Obama to bring an end to the “post-racism”.  There are more crucial issues for Americans today than our wasting precious time on false claims of racial frustration.

Autographed Letter Signed,

AFROCITY

 

Nothing Left To Say September 15, 2009

Filed under: Liberal Hypocrisy,Racism — afrocity @ 8:14 AM

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Moonbat Monday: Your Baby Is Not Racist, But You May Be A Moonbat September 14, 2009

Filed under: Moonbats,Racism — afrocity @ 11:24 AM
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Moonbat in Training

Am I the only who feels that the presidency of Barack Obama has led to a national race baiting contest?

Just line up at the county fair like hog calling.

“You hair is so nappy that you look like a jelly donut with a Brillo pad on top”

Moonbat mom

It is Louduous RaceriumBaitidae moonbat season again: (Order: liberalis, Family: Obamabutticus). : Race Baiters.
No one is safe from being a racist, not minorities, not your Persian cat, not even your own fetus as it slumbers in the womb.  Sunday is a day that I feel the urge to run to the bookstore. Yesterday was a special treat because I had a coupon from Borders for $2 off a magazine of my choice. Great! I can get that September issue of Italian VOGUE I wanted without feeling so guilty about the US $15 price tag and 10.25% sales tax imposed upon me by the great Cook (crook ) County politicians. I need something stimulating to read while I am accidentally overdosing on aspirin before my pre-Blago court trial briefings (wink).

As I entered my local Borders, I was struck by a very amusing sight. It was not your usual bookstore scenes that make you go “ugh”.  There was no metrosexual masturbating to The Advocate in the CD section or the abusive husband yelling at his wife for taking to long to get the money out of her pocketbook. This time it was an actual magazine cover, Newsweek in fact. Stopping dead in my tracks, I squinted to make sure that what I was seeing was indeed what I thought.  It was and I sort of went “ugh”.

Recent Cover of Newsweek.

Recent Cover of Newsweek.

Abruptly, I laughed and walked away to the fashion magazine section. Seriously I did.  Why? Because I am fed up with “race in my face”.

Having your child need therapy...priceless.

Having your child need therapy...priceless.

Sure it is better to have a dialogue about race than no dialogue at all but this is getting beyond ridiculous.  I am every much against babies being implicated as racists and you should be too. Isn’t life difficult enough as it is without burdening our children with our social Obamabotic obsessions? In terms of conditioning, there is really no difference between creating a child that is hyper-uber politically and environmentally correct and anti-racists and the black family that indoctrinates their child into believing that the world is against him because of his skin color.  Is free-will still being sold at a store near you?

From the Washington City Paper

Sexist Beatdown: Racist Babies Edition

by Amanda Hess

Sep. 11, 2009

Bad news, parents: YOUR BABY IS PROBABLY A RACIST, and that means that you’ve got a whoooole lot of explaining to do. According to a Newsweek cover story, studies show that children as young as six months old “judge people based on skin color.” And children as old as six years old will refuse to accept the possibility of a black Santa—but will eventually concede that “black Santa could fill in for White Santa if he was hurt.” White people: Why are your widdle babies so racist?

a)  My kid isn’t racist: We watch Sesame Street, and there are some very, very diverse Muppets on that program.

b) SHHHH! Don’t say the R-A-C-E word around Jimmy! Everybody’s equal, Jimmy. I’ll explain that vague sentiment when you’re older.

c)  Mall Santas.

d) As Sady of Tiger Beatdown and Amanda of the Sexist discussed in this week’s edition of Sexist Beatdown: Uhh, maybe Newsweek is kind of exaggerating about the whole racist baby thing, since the real problem appears to be progressive hippie parents scared shitless about even raising the issue of race with their children. Okay, also mall Santas.

AMANDA: hey, racist baby.

SADY: hey there!

AMANDA: are you ready to discuss how modern equality-minded parents have all taken to blaming their latent racism on their impressionable young children?

SADY: ha, yes. the babies, they are all RACISTS! sort of. first of all, i think the very RACIST BABY tagline is kind of hilariously off, in that the actual “children as young as 6 months old discriminate on the basis of skin color” thing is, apparently, literally wrong. what children as young as 6 months old do is look longer at photos of people who are not the same race as their parents, according to the article. but, you know, that is not SENSATIONAL. so let’s just imply with our headline that six-month-old white babies are already full of societally determined anger and hate.

AMANDA: bad but, importantly, it is also The Longer Gaze at People Who Are Not the Race of Their Parents That Shall Not Be Named. since the main parenting tactic unearthed in this story is: as long as I never mention race or racism, my child will come out unracist. to the point that some ostensibly nonracist parents DROPPED OUT OF THE STUDY when they found out they would be forced to discuss race with their children. “not under my roof.”

SADY: yeah, exactly. and the result, apparently, IS that the four and five-year-olds end up with pretty fucked-up ideas about race..

AMANDA: and also, hilariously, report that they think their parents are racists, too

baby_racist2Autographed Letter Signed,

AFROCITY

 

Sunday Soliloquy: Shoplifter Children of The World Unite and Take Over September 13, 2009

Filed under: Poverty,Sunday Soliloquy,Welfare — afrocity @ 11:00 AM
Art By Walter Williams

Art By Walter Williams

For me there is no childhood which to return.

We are all possessed with the God given the right to live, love and create.  Procreation is a gift, with golden strings to your heart. One that comes with the price of sacrifice but the reward is great.

adoption-sf-1It is time for me to make a difficult decision about becoming a mother. I am not getting younger. Should I or shouldn’t I be a parent? If the answer is yes, how should I become one? Should I have my own child? Someone that is of me and looks like me? A little Afrocity?  A tiny person whose eyes are like my mother’s.  Or should I give a home to a child that needs one?

For quite some time now, I have spent my Sunday mornings writing to you about my misadventures. The events surrounding my childhood fell far from  Kodak worthy accolades.  Mother and I endured tough times.  Now deceased, she still is alive in me and represents the most difficult relationship of my life. I am still drowning in her womb. The question remains can I save myself in order to save another?

It stings to think that I stole for a woman who should have been stealing for me. There was nothing legal about the way I was raised. The pattern of neglect demonstrated by my mother was hidden behind a façade of withdrawal and aloofness. Working together as a team, we never let anyone in too close for fear of being exposed as a parental sham. You would see us on buses, riding until the conductor told us it was the end of the line. We would sit in Greyhound bus stations, while waiting for nothing but daylight. I was the child that stuffed a package of Oscar Meyer Bacon in my coat as my mother pushed a shopping cart containing a purse with no money.  “Big Business owes us,” she would tell me. “not the other way around. It is not stealing when you stick it to the corporations. They steal everyday from little people like us.”

One time she got caught. We were in a store called Zayre’s. Mother had a package of Rice a Roni in her pants. The door beeped as we left the store. As the security guard came over, she urinated on herself right in front of me and everyone else.  In the security room, the officer examined the contents of my mother’s TWA flight bag. Out came the Double Stuff Oreo cookies and Wyler’s drink mix.

“How old is your child?” the guard asked.

“Twelve.”  Mother’s head was down. She would not look at me. Her pants were wet. I knew she must be uncomfortable.

The guard looked at me. She felt sorry for me. “You know I could send you to jail and this child would have to be sent to Child Protective Services?”

Say something mommy. No go. She was silent, almost in a state of shock so I spoke.


“Please don’t I would have to go into foster care and I might get raped by some old woman’s husband.”  Mother told me never to go to the authorities for food, shelter or anything. The alternative was foster care where I would be beaten or raped. Many of the foster mom’s were frigid barren women who secretly loathed children and wanted us for the government check. Their husbands were sexually frustrated men hoping for young girls like me. Virgins, no less to molest.  My relationship with mom was sacred. She would never forsake me as long as I kept our secrets safe from meddlers.

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“What?!?” exclaimed the guard.

Tears went down my face. “I can’t go to foster care! I want to take my mother home with me!!!!”  Heat came all over my body. “Why are you doing this to us and you are black too. You got your cookies back.”

I went to my school bag. The guard had not checked it. I pulled out a box of Nilla Wafers , a toy doll figurine, a bottle of Flintstones vitamins, a small salami roll and a jar of apple butter.

Suddenly mother came out of her self induced hibernation. “I did not know she had those things.”

The guard discovered that we were fucked up enough all on our own without her interference. We promise to never do it again and she let us go warning us to never come to the store again.


The lesson I learned that day was threefold: 1. Never get caught. 2. Never put my mother in jeopardy 3. Never let them see you pee.

Adopting the Older ChildOn the way home, mother uttered nothing for a long time. We were embarrassed for each other. Also that was our meal for the next week that was stolen from us by the guard. Bitch. What did she care? It was not like we were hurting the company. Why couldn’t my mother be a security guard? These were all the stupid thoughts of a bitter young girl who had just been busted for stealing a box of Nilla Wafers.

Mother, touched her pants, now dry from the July heat. A faint unpleasant odor wafted my way. The familiar smell from Chicago subway stations. A sign that we had become nothing more than bums, just more functional at concealing our dysfunction. We would have to clean her up later, but something was poking her in the side. It was a Hershey’s Mr. Goodbar- something that I could not have because I was allergic to nuts.  Handing it to me she said I could pick the chocolate from the nuts.  I shook my head and went into my own little stash.  Everything had not been completely emptied from my school bag. There was still a box of Uncle Ben’s condensed rice and a bent can of Carnation milk.

She smiled at me. Yes we were damaged goods.

Autographed Letter Signed,
AFROCITY


 

 
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