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ItsMeGrizz:”Loot in the white neighborhoods guys!!!”



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I just read on Twitchy.com (which is related to Twitter) a post by @ItsMeGrizz on August 10, 2014 at 9:59 PM. It reads as follows: “Loot in the white neighborhoods guys!!!”
He continues his tweet with, “ya I can’t get down with niggas ripping up their own neighborhoods”, “That’s counterproductive”.
Apparently quite a few people agree with him as the conversation continues:
@Salute_DeezNutz, “not saying I’m supporting looting but….Maybe the lesson that has not been taught to White America in peace, can be taught in fear.
@JP_Izzzz_Me, “gonna have to loot the white neighborhoods then”.
The following, and many others continued this conversation with the same rhetoric of this individuals “ah-ha” moment. The following are the links I was able to get:
#Struggle (@illmatic_kid)
@Weeeeerkaholic states,”I simply wish black folk would riot neighborhoods. Don’t tear our shyt up. Go to where the police live. Makes more sense to me

**************************************************************** “Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere”

“I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word in reality. That is why right, temporarily defeated, is stronger than evil triumphant.”

“When our days become dreary with low-hovering clouds of despair, and when our nights become darker than a thousand midnights, let us remember that there is a creative force in this universe, working to pull down the gigantic mountains of evil, a power that is able to make a way out of no way and transform dark yesterdays into bright tomorrows. Let us realize the arc of the moral universe is long but it bends toward justice.”

“We all want to be important, to surpass others, to achieve distinction, to lead the parade. …It is the good instinct. to lead the parade, if you don’t distort it and pervert it. Don’t give … up. Keep feeling the need for being important….I want you to be the first in love….the first in moral excellence….the first in generosity.”

All of the above quotes are from Martin Luther King, Jr.

And how quickly the passing generations forget…..they have forgotten their brothers, mothers, fathers, sisters, family, friends, that died for their freedom. I am a woman and I have not forgotten the women who died for me so that I could have a voice, a vote, an independent life! Grow up and start to live a life that others made the ultimate sacrifice so that WE could.

I am going to tell you a story of just a part of three years of my life between the ages of 12-15. We had moved from California, where I was raised in a white neighborhood, to Joliet, Illinois. I had never seen a person of color with the exception of television. My father was a racist, an alcoholic and a tyrant. My mother experienced bouts of depression and I now think it is probable she also suffered with bi-polar.

The school I was enrolled in was predominately black, I held no prejudice within my heart, even though my father was racist. I never have no matter how hard my father tried, not even as a result of experiences I would soon endure. By the third day of attending this school a very large black boy chose me as a target. Every morning, for three years, he would throw me up against a locker, pinning me hard with his arm across my neck, threatening to rape and torture me after school. He never followed through with his threats as his goal was to instill fear within me. Unfortunately for him, my father had accomplished this, therefore I was accustomed to this feeling. I am sorry to say this boy wasted three years of his life trying to force his hatred on me and failed as did my father. In addition, a black girl singled me out and we became friends rather quickly. Soon I realized it was not my friendship she wanted, it was the completion of her homework assignments. Being harassed by two individuals proved too much for me to bear, I gave in and she passed that year however, it was I who attained the knowledge.

Within my time in Joliet, I also experienced an abduction by two white boys one afternoon. They took me to a shack and placed me on a pre-prepared table. A ratty, dirty blanket was rumpled underneath me and the odor of mold, filth, and the sweat of fear was almost unbearable. Turning my head away from these boys I spotted a smaller table with an open case. Inside were tools, the kind you would envision a doctor using before an operation. As I lay there, they proceeded to rape me using all the tools in the case. I have no memory of pain, just of walking home that day as if I were enveloped within a thick dark fog. I could barely walk because of the cramping but I made it home and to my room.

There were many more experiences in my life that I will never forget, more sad than good. I believe Joliet stands out so much because <I learned an important lesson, the ugliness of prejudice. Not only between races but people as well. There was a young boy, always sad and picked on constantly by the other kids. He caught my attention because I could relate to how unimportant others made him feel. Slowly I befriended him and he soon trusted me enough to tell me his story. His mom, dad, aunt, uncle, himself and his cousins went camping the summer before the present school year began. One afternoon the adults decided to hike across the train tracks located on a bridge, high above their camp-site. All the kids, including himself, stayed below to play and watch their parents. They could not converse with the adults as the bridge was far too high, but they all heard the train coming. By the time the conductor saw the individuals, they had hiked to the center with <strong, as the width of the tracks covered the bridge. He and the others watched in horror as their parents tried in vain to climb down the sides in an attempt to find safety. Their was nothing to hold onto and two of them fell to the ground, dying on impact, while the others were run over by the train. I asked him who was ran over and he said his mom and dad.

My point of bearing my life to strangers I know nothing about, is to try and make certain people gain an understanding that there is not one person on this earth that has an “edge” on suffering. No ones suffering is greater than another’s because it is relative to the situation, age, gender, degree, type, etc. No one’s suffering out-does another’s because every time someone suffers they “own” that, it becomes a part of them for life, hopefully teaching them to never deliberately cause another to suffer.

I came out of this experience, and many more but not with a prejudice towards my brothers and sisters! That would be giving in to the victimization I had suffered. I am a fighter and not against people but for the betterment of people. I have lost friends, family, practically everyone in my life because I refuse to change that which keeps me going minute by minute-day by day, and that is to learn love, which is worth more than giving up.

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