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THE MANY SPEAKSIES JAZZ SESSIONS BLACK PANTHER DAYCARE BREAKFAST PROGRAM CIVIL RIGHTS RIOTS WITH MY FATHER GROWING UP IN CHICAGO I WAS BORN IN THE MIDDLE OF THEE COLDEST BLIZZARD IN CHICAGO ON SAM COOK'S BIRTHDAY THE BEGINING OF THE YEAR OF 1963 MY DAD DOTED ON ME SINGING I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU ALL OF MY LIFE AFTER RETURNING HOME FROM EUROPE FACE TO FACE WITH BEING EMOTINALLY TRAUMATIZED TO WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATIONS ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ILLINOIS MY DAD WAS VERY CONERNED ABOUT ME AND MY FOUR LITTLE CHILDREN I MOVED IN BACK HOME TO THE GARDENS WITH HIM 1989 AFTER MY NONA DIED OF A STRANGE BRAIN CANCER MANY OTHERS WERE DYING AS WELL EVEN INFANTS BORN WITH BRAIN TUMORS LUNG PROBLEMS I REMEMBER AS A CHILD I WAS VERY SICK EVERYTIME I WENT TO THE GARDENS SOMETHING ABOUT REACHING 131ST I WOULD VOMIT ALWAYS SO SENSITIVE TO TOXIC FUMES NO ONE COULD PREDICT WHAT WOULD BECOME OF THE PEOPLE OF ALTGELD GARDENS IT WAS THERE SINCE 1945 AFTER POP RETURNED FROM WW11 I SUPPOSE ALTGELD GARDEN WAS BUILT UNFORTUNATELY THE GARDENS WAS A DUMPING GROUND OF TOXIC CARCENGENIC CAUSING CANCERS MY DAD WAS SO DISTRAUGHT HOW MY NONA COULD LIVE BEING BLIND ALL THESE YEARS AND OUT OF NO WHERE BRAIN CANCER WE ALL WERE IT WAS 1988 HER PASSING WAS DEVESTATING 1126 E 131 STREET NOW MY CHILDREN AND I WERE BACK 1989 IN THE GARDENS MANY REPORTERS TO LAW GROUPS HEALTH DEPARTMENT IT WAS THERE WE ALL SIGNED THE PETITIONS TO REMOVE THE ABESTOS TOXINS FROM ALTGELD GARDENS RESIDENT ISSUES MY DAD AND I WERE BLESSED TO HAVE THE CHANCE TO SIT AND TALK WITH BARACK OBAMA COMMUNITY LEADERS SIDE BY SIDE FIGHTING FOR ENVIROMENTAL CHANGES AIR QUALITY IN LOW INCOME COMMUNITIES THESE ISSUES WERE VERY IMPORTANT ISSUES TO MY FATHER AND TO MYSELF PENNILESS LAWSUITS WERE FILED SETTLEMTENTS AS WELL THE LOSS OF LIFE THE BROKEN DOWN QUALITY OF LIFE JUST BY LIVING AND BREATHING AIR IN THE DONUT DISTRICT TODAY I HAVE PULMONARY ASTHMA REMEMBERING MY FATHER FIGHTING FOR ENVORMENTAL JUSTUCE IN LOVING MEMORY OF MY NONA LIKE AN INFANT DEVELOPING BRAIN TUMORS WHILE BEING A LONG TIME RESIDENT OF ALTGELD GARDENS
They are,
Still in touch with reality
They Value logistics over statistics,
They ask the right questions.
They don't believe in a totally cashless society,
Their vision for the future includes a roadmap,
That leads to prosperity for more than 10.
They see People, Water and the environment,
As assets that should never be auctioned off to the highest bidder,
They see benefit in strong communities.
They never make cuts across the board,
They understand that some services should never be contracted out.
That due diligence in this day and age is a heavy responsibility,
And put extra time and resources into it.
They understand that most white collar crime increases when,
Staffing levels drop to a point where,
The temptation to borrow and pay back,
Without anyone being the wiser,
Seems risk free to more people than you think.
They don't believe in overtaxing children,
But see value in afterschool jobs.
They refuse to hire spin doctors.
In Canada, the First Indigenous Communities sadly watched as the ground
penetrating high-tech equipment searched and found the unmarked graves
of residential school children. These children were taken from their homes
by force, beaten, raped, and killed, and buried in unmarked graves in what
is called the Sixties Scope. As an Ojibway girl, I watched too.
In a Manitoba church basement archeologists detected fourteen possible
graves sites thinking they could be human remains of children.
Some in the community said let the dead rest, others demand justice for
these children taken by the government. Is there relativity in digging up
the remains after all this time?
I have screamed to the sky at each revealed grave, why! Oh, no time can
erase the hurt and pain of the Indigenous people. This is part of the history
of Canada. No words can ever remove it. Yes, it happened, it was real !
Again, with Adam Robersmith,
Taking It Further emphasizing cooperative value choices
in each compassionate win/win moment
of sacred economic/ecological dialogue,
covenants of non-violent respect for multigenerational
healthy
wealthy
robust
resonant
resilient outcomes.
What compassionately discerning choices
can we make today
tonight
tomorrow
the next day
next week
next month
next season
next year of seasons
for restoring environmental
and cooperative economic
and multiculturally healing justice?
Rather than punishing ourselves
and others
for violent win/lose past
privileged injustice
rooted in fear
anger
suffering
loss
dissociation,
climates of internal monoculturing ego-anxiety.
In sacred covenants we have already engaged,
what healthy choices for extended family resilience
do we already support
with win/win cooperative environmental gratitude
and multiculturally interdependent
win/win
health/wealth,
bicameral
bilateral
binomial left/right
20/20 empowering EarthJustice?
Let us refuse to remain stuck
in Ego-LeftBrain v. Eco-RightBrain fear
climate anxiety
cognitive/affective dissonance,
systemic dispassionate despair,
Instead choosing one universal
regeneratively catholic win/win
health faithful multi-regenerational action
in every compassionate moment.
Let us remember
our Universalist/Catholic
Earth-multicultural heritage
and engage inherited BiLaudato Si wisdom,
On BiCameral Care for Our Common Creation,
To chart restoring a just,
globally holy holonic,
and sacredly resilient path
compassionately communioned forward
With other Thames River Valley goodfaith communities
Hearing Youth Voices
for FRESH-New London County
indigenous and immigrant and emigrant
elite and non-elite
non-violent listening
To invite this day's cooperative stewardship
facilitation
mediation
communication of Land
and Water
and Health
and Energy
and All Sainted Souls
democratic EarthTrust.
Through this Mountain of PeaceSpace
flows a 20/20 BiCameral River
of polypathic healing EarthTime,
Here as also Now,
Safe as also Sufficient,
Peace as also JustUs,
NonViolence as also Earth's ComPassion.
Work in Progress
Mauna Loa Volcano & Kilauea Sister Volcano
The political and spiritual symbolism of Mauna Loa’s historic eruption
“We’re seeing new land, new geographical features being born right in front of our eyes, and there is no power — no human power — that can stop it or can deter it,” one Native Hawaiian scholar said.
“The Native people have been saying this isn’t your place to extract and profit from anymore,” said Kaniela Ing, co-founder of Native Hawaiian-focused organization Our Hawaii and a former state legislator. “You don’t have authority to shape our sacred lands.”
The eruption, Ing said, “is Pelehonuamea saying, ‘They’re right. My people are right.’”
The deity Pele, often referred to as “Tutu Pele,” or Grandmother Pele, has been regarded as an ancestor who “creates new land” as hardened, molten lava adds to the surrounding terrain.
— KU’UALOHA HO’OMANAWANUI, AUTHOR OF “VOICES OF FIRE: REWEAVING THE LITERARY LEI OF PELE AND HI’IAKA.”
Mauna Loa, on the island of Hawai’i and alongside the dormant, snowcapped volcano Mauna Kea, is expected to continue erupting for weeks. Thus far, the lava flow has significantly slowed and does not pose a threat to communities, the Hawaii Emergency Management Agency said. However, authorities expect it to eventually reach Daniel K. Inouye Highway, which is less than four miles away, in roughly a week or more.
Their tears drown out truth
In a thick coating of white lies
Used to prepare our demise
Each tear, a loss, a death, a wound
That seals our communities doom
A cry for war without any real cause
Our flesh the only thing it burns
A pain that continues into the next generations
Fragility they use for power
Without it they would starve to death
Insecurities dictate their minds
Flooded by the truth of how they feel
Dominating their being without attention
They don't just crave it, they need it like the air they breathe
Or the alternative dealing with their thoughts of inferiority
Whilst being clouded by jealousy
They feel to the race they claim to hate
Yet copy everything we do
That steals everything we've built
The power of the white woman's tear
Is something to be studied
Something so dangerous it's killed more than the white man
Curated a war against the black man
Killing the innocent with their blood Soaked tears
This a crime gone unpunishable for centuries
why are Black people the most hated on this earth?
Is it because they fear our tenacity and our worth ?
Black folk are the originators of civilized humanity
also the survivors of chattel slavery,
the greatest human atrocity
they want to erase our culture, our craft and our creativity
they hate the fact that we are the original royalty
kings, queens and communities
who built empires and dynasties
educated and sophisticated people
who invented damn near everything you see
The hate us not because we're weak
but because of our power
for we rose up and continue to rise
even at our darkest hours
the soundtrack of the world came from
Black resilience, Black joy and Black pain
from the Middle Passage to Reconstruction
to Civil Rights we resist and we still remain
we are the blueprint of civilization.
they want our rhythm but not our blues
they want the sauce but not the souls
who crafted the tools
we're the originators, the innovators,
the heartbeat of all society
survivors of slavery, but also creators
of the greatest cultural contribution you will ever see
we are excellent, we are legacy.
we are the dreamers and the most influential.
the most studied, the most imitated,
the most envied and have the most credentials
we are ancient, we are the foundation.
we are the Motherland.
we are brilliant. we are strong. we are great
and proudly we will always stand
Watching.
Staring.
Filming.
But,
Not -
Seeing.
Stopping.
Preventing.
The art of being a bystander -
Is not art, but bloodshed,
It is an act of inhumanity,
To watch Black bodies fall,
The modernised version of lynchings,
Where everyone is complicit -
And no one is innocent
The world’s cruelty knows no bounds,
Where the spectacle of Black death -
Brings people together as one,
From different communities and cultures,
To share the moment - where a Black life is gone
When it comes to the death of a Black person,
The world becomes desensitised to the horrors,
That are done to us -
To them it’s a way to gain followers -
A way to boost their social media platforms
Even videos of animal neglect gets more sympathy,
Their empathy extends only to animals,
But when a Black person is tortured -
For no reason,
The world claims it was our fault
The bystander effect was just an excuse to hide from -
Being held accountable,
Of being complicit - an accessory to murder
THE RIVER OF TAR
The River Of Tar
By
Kevin L Fairbrother
The river of tar… an artery
A means to access the highways
Branching through capillaries of roads
Penetrating the Australian landscape
...
The river of tar weaves and wanders
Through cities, towns and villages
Along the coast, in the mountains
To the dessert land of the outback
…
The river of tar, provides the means
For a diverse population to live
A life blood for so many
Scattered through-out the land
…
The river of tar melds with the gravel
Reaching small towns away from the cities
Unites with the red dirt roads that access
Outback stations and dessert communities
…
The river of tar makes it possible, to
Grow and harvest the food we need
To mine and export the minerals
The fruit and vegetables that grow abundantly
…
The river of tar provides an access
To the ports to harvest the sea
For the tourists to experience
Our great Australian diversity
…
The river of tar a grey nomads dream
Living a life of adventure before dementure
Experiencing the pioneering spirit
Keeping so many small towns alive
…
The river of tar we owe our for-bares
The explorers, the pioneers, now long gone
Blazed the many roads we see today
Enabling everyone to see our great land
They seem skeptical at first. Some heard the words and called
it's oritor a fool. He applauded the thought: and marveled at
it's intent: but saw no profit it it's structure and devalued the
need, due to his lack of interest. Later that evening he sought
with business minded people and asked if such were to
transpire would it be profitible.Anwsers dictate the way a
conversation should go. Without revealing what was said and
by who, I'll give you these documents to sign, and maybe you
won't be looking so lonely.
If you rewrite your proposal you get a positive response.
Eager minds bend with flexiblity: Stern minds buckle and break.
He understood placment. Every efford to draw and attract people to your
products. But " The Lone tree store" project was made to create a chain of store
that would supply areas were people live off the grid. It would create a trafficized system where: deliveries and supply agreements deliver fresh foods and create
a small economy in desert areas and near farm towns.
Small store that supply, propane, water, cleaning supplies, Store brand meat, and fruits and vegetables. The store would have a small kitchen and a gas, diesel, and electrical recharging devises. Helicopter Industries would be created to make deliveries. and electric trucks used in ranges were
there need would be best suited.Fabrics and materails. Books and manustricts.. And a telecommunacation system that would allow people to talk across the world.Convy Brands would be created to help people.Talks would began to allow the store to send a broadcast message to radios, to convey there products and productivity.