Wednesday, October 28, 2020

No Game: The Kissing Case

Lest We Forget: "The Kissing Case"; what happened when a white girl kissed two little Black boys in 1958...

On October 28, 1958, two little Black boys, 7-year-old James Hanover Thompson, and 9-year-old David “Fuzzy” Simpson were among a group of children in Monroe, North Carolina, none more than 10, none younger than 6, were playing as young children do without much patterns or apparent direction. Most of the children were white.

"We were playing with some friends over in the white neighborhood, chasing spiders and wrestling and stuff like that," James says.

"One of the little kids suggested that one of the little white girls give us a kiss on the jaw," he says. "The little girl gave me a peck on the cheek, and then she kissed David on the cheek. So, we didn't think nothing of it. We were just little kids." After the girl told her mother, her father and neighbors armed themselves with shotguns and went looking for the boys and their parents with the intent to kill them.

That evening, police arrested Thompson and Simpson on charges of molestation. They arrived almost at the same time as six carloads of police — nearly the entire police force of Monroe. Fortunately, no one was at home. Later that afternoon, a squad car spotted the two boys pulling a little red wagon filled with pop bottles. The police jumped from the car, guns drawn, snatched the boys, handcuffed them, and threw them into the car. One of the cops slapped Hanover, the first of many beatings he would endure.

Events

The young boys were detained for six days without access to their parents or legal counsel. They were handcuffed and beaten in a lower-level cell of the police station. A few days later a juvenile court judge found them guilty and sentenced them to indefinite terms in reform school. The boys, still denied legal counsel, were told they might get out when they were 21 years old. The local Ku Klux Klan, which had a headquarters in Monroe, burned crosses in front of the families' houses, and some people shot at the houses.

Civil rights leader Robert F. Williams, head of the local chapter of the NAACP raised protests about the arrests and sentencing. Former First Lady Eleanor Roosevelt tried to talk with the governor. At first, the local and state governments refused to back down in the case. Williams called Conrad Lynn, a noted black civil rights lawyer, who came down from New York to aid in the boys' defense. Governor Luther H. Hodges and state attorney general Malcolm Seawell rejected Lynn's writ (on behalf of Williams) to review the detention of the boys.

The mothers of the two boys were not allowed to see their children for weeks. Joyce Egginton, a journalist with the London Observer in the United Kingdom, got permission to visit the boys and took their mothers along. Egginton smuggled a camera in and took a picture of the mothers hugging their children. Her story of the case and photo were printed throughout Europe and Asia; the London Observer ran a photograph of the children's reunion with their mothers under the headline, "WHY?" The United States Information Agency reported receiving more than 12,000 letters regarding the case, with most people expressing outrage at the arrests.

An international committee was formed in Europe to defend Thompson and Simpson. Huge demonstrations were held in Paris, Rome, and Vienna and in Rotterdam against the United States for this case, and the U.S. Embassy was stoned. It was an international embarrassment for the U.S. government. In February, North Carolina officials asked the boys' mothers to sign a waiver with the assurance that their children would be released. The mothers refused to sign the waiver, which would have required the boys to admit to being guilty of the charges.

Two days later, after the boys had spent three months in detention, the governor pardoned Thompson and Simpson without conditions or explanation. The state and city never apologized to the boys or their families for their treatment. Their lives were overturned. Commenting on it in 2011, Brenda Lee Graham, Thompson's sister, said that he was never the same after these events.

Wednesday, October 14, 2020

Lesson No. 1 From the 2020 Elections

“It is our duty to fight for our freedom. It is our duty to win. We must love each other & support each other. We have nothing to lose but our chains.” - Assata Shakur

"If you don't understand racism/white supremacy, what it is and how it works , everything else you think you understand will only confuse you."  -- Neely Fuller, Jr.

"To be a Negro in this country and to be relatively conscious is to be in a state of rage, almost all of the time."  - James Baldwin

Tuesday, October 13, 2020

Why Do White Christians Vote Republican and Black Christians Vote Democratic? [Video]

Here is a  video of how Black Christians - perhaps the most devout followers of the faith - compare to their White counterparts regarding the role of government and both major political parties throughout American history. In part, it somewhat explains the mental gymnastics some politicians [ex. Ted Cruz, Mike Huckabee, etc.] exhibited after the shooting at Charleston's Mother Emanuel AME Church. 

Keep in mind neither party is perfect, and the ear-tickling that appeases to our senses and current perspectives is how we ultimately consume news, rant, vote, and even worship God. 
(Courtesy of Phil Vischer of Holy Post Videos)

Monday, October 5, 2020

See You At the Pole

So many biblical babies out here, especially those that hide their lack of critical thought behind the guise of patriotism because they do not want to consider what may have been taught from childhood contrary to the truth.
Why do we see so many posts complaining out of ignorance that prayer was taken out of schools? Had the so-called Biblical scholars among us paid attention not only in high school civics and government classes but also to the news outside of their narrow prisms, then they would know the real reason for the Supreme Court verdict back in the 1950s. 

As you can tell, this is not a "Leave It to Beaver" type of post which portrayed a simpler period and simultaneously erase if not outright dismiss the conditions for a number of us. A few years ago, MAGAs and their subject of idolatry were asked to find the exact year when America was last great in their minds.

The year? 1957. 

What was that year like? The interstate system was nearing completion for transcontinental travel for certain families to travel the USA in their Chevrolet Bel Airs, suburbia was still being built with both low-interest loans and covenant agreements, my mom was a newborn, my dad was a ten-year-old, and the Supreme Court decided that prayer in public school could not be led by teachers or administrators. It wasn't that long ago.

The Engel v. Vitale case heard in the Supreme Court in 1962 states its verdict and proceedings. As a reference, the plaintiffs were Jewish, Unitarian, an atheist, and people who felt a mandatory prayer before school infringed upon students' rights to a quality education without bias - and due to the atheist, this case becomes a liberal agenda flashpoint for most conservatives akin to Roe v. Wade today. Research the aforementioned case before getting your panties in a bunch. 
Keep in mind this is in the early phases of the Civil Rights Movement, many of which the most vocal 'christians' among us were sternly opposed to any Black progress. Need examples? Brown v. Board of Education was in 1954, and Arkansas Gov. Orval Faubus got punked by the federal government when troops escorted the Little Rock Nine three years later to Central High School. Then let's not delve deeply into the consequences that came from voting but death and unemployment were two of the prices Black people paid.

Years later and as early as junior high, I could recall the See You At the Pole festivities on campus as students prayed around the school's flagpole for the school year, the nation, and the Christian faith. Disclaimer:  I did participate in one my sophomore year at Henderson State; this comes from a place of having to find myself as I was torn between what was deemed an acceptable way of being Christlike and a developing worldview that did not quite always allay itself to a strict interpretation of spirituality. 

As of 2005, SYATP has gone worldwide with over two million people in collective prayer. This has not gone unnoticed nor without legal bumps in the road as complaints of the 1st Amendment being infringed as the most common allegation with a blurring of official endorsement or interference, according to the Tinker v. Des Moines Independent Community School District decision of the US Supreme Court —as well as a 1995 Clinton Administration  assignment of the President's Secretary of Education for legalization of particular school religious activities as long as they passed constitutional guidelines. The American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU) also approves of student-led SYATP events held before or after school, provided the school neither encourages nor discourages participation.

In other already reiterated words, prayer in school is cool - it cannot be led by adults, teachers, or pastors on-campus. It is also important for students to know their 1A rights and the limitations of their contextual usage:  Just because you can yell "Fire!" in a movie theater does not mean it is a good idea.



Sunday, October 4, 2020

Dub Shack BBQ Does a Chicken Pickin'

On a continuation of a chicken theme this year, every day is a GREAT day for barbecue. Let's check out how the chicken got picked clean off its bones for sandwiches, salads, pizzas, tacos, or whatever your hearts may desire.

INGREDIENTS 
One whole chicken, about 5-7 lbs.
Table salt
Black pepper
Garlic powder 
Poultry seasoning of your choice

Step One. After purchasing the bird and bringing it home, find a safe place to prepare it and do all of the necessary things we do with chicken. Salmonella is a very real thing, and that is the last thing we want to offer up;  while we're at it, put your gloves on and maintain a clean hand when handling poultry. 

Step Two. You don't have to do this, but I trimmed the extra skin as well as cut out the backbone, neck, and giblet for today's cook. Once this task is completed, add the seasonings to both sides of the chicken:  I chose to keep it simple with the aforementioned spices - of course, feel free to make it your own. I might try lemon pepper or my favorite Cajun-style rubs next time around - the reason I went generic this time is to showcase the versatility of pulled chicken.

Step Three. If you haven't already started your grill, get it set up for indirect heat with temperatures reaching 275-325 degrees. On my PK, it simply requires a hand waving test:  If I can leave my hand over hot coals for more than a few seconds, then it is too cool. You'd also want the chicken skin to crisp up throughout the cook for an added element to sandwiches (trust me), but bottom line is the breasts will be ready around 165 and thighs, 175. 

It'll be a little while, so grab a couple of beers or snag a batch of my Dat White sauce. I won't divulge the secrets used in making it, but if mayonnaise-based barbecue sauce isn't your thing, then you can choose one to your liking. Lately it's been Dang! Oh, Mango and The Ancestors, but hey, eat your way.
I'm retiring this sauce soon but if you ask me nicely enough and give me $10, I'll make you a batch.
More of the shameless plug - I'm the πŸ”Œin this thing 
Step Four. In the miracle of time, the bird is smoked and coming off the grill. Give it about fifteen to twenty minutes to rest before commencing with the chicken pickin'! For sandwiches, I'll use the crispy skin along with the mixed - and obviously - pulled parts of the chicken, and if you're doing this for salads, tacos, pizzas, or anything else, do whatever you deem necessary for good eating!
As always, thank you for reading the Dub Shack BBQ method of pulled chicken. Get out there and smoke something as every day is a GREAT day for barbecue! Be safe, be blessed, and be good to each other! 

I'm Sorry, Black Women

I’m sorry, Sisters:  We’ve failed you once again.

It can be said that the American justice system is working the way it is intended (Just Us, Not You) and it has been the case for the entire 401 years we have been here, and as the husband to the greatest woman on this side of eternity as well as the father to the best five-year-old girl around, it fucking sucks. How is it that for so long, Black women end up toting the water from one end of the valley to the top of the hill without spilling a single drop and yet simultaneously be perpetually underappreciated and disrespected yet show openly all of the grace they were endowed with is beyond my feeble understanding.


If I were you, I’d be ready to throw hands or something. This is too much.


But this goes beyond Breonna or Sandra or anyone else whose names we have had to mention as in death, they have taken on larger roles in our version of Reconstruction 2.0 or the Civil Rights Movement Part II or how Black Lives Matter – the movement – will be remembered. I say the movement because there are too many basic-ass, racist-ass white people who slander our clarion call the exact same way their parents and grandparents did Brother Martin during the 1960s only to find that they haven’t changed a bit over the past fifty years or so. Sure, we live in the same subdivisions, work alongside each other, shop in the same grocery stores, and even cheer on the same teams (I won’t call the Hogs, but you already know that – my Reddies will be back in the spring), but the failure to acknowledge basic humanity spells a hypocrisy that they and sadly, some Black men may willingly never come to grips with.

Is it our proximity to that deadly drug called whiteness too strong to resist as you have been consistently failed repeatedly?

Is it the fact that white America has deemed you angry when you show righteous furor, and some of us brothers have been too meek, misogynistic, or pussy to defend your honor?

Is it the literal interpretation of the King James Bible followed by many of our churches that limit the roles of women to being seen and not heard?

Do we manage to prove that Brother Malcolm may have been right when he told us that the most disrespected person in America is the Black woman based solely on how we treat you?

I mean, damn, Black women have literally been the backbone to this country that clearly does not love you back in return – and the shit is really cradle to grave. At best, it is fucked up, and at its worst, Monday. Over the course of these 401 years, you have done more than your fair share of the grind from having to nurse and care for white babies over your own during both slavery and Jim Crow as the powers-that-be in this unequal society have opened a chasm between themselves and everyone else; introduced the world to seasoned food;  marched in lockstep in the women’s suffrage movement until the white women in charge told them to kick rocks like one certain major political party prior to 2020 has done for years; received patents (see Phillis Wheatley and Dr. Shirley Jackson, among others) to improve all of our lives; to the numerous ways of expressing a creativity that finds itself within the lexicon of American culture; unlocked a perspective of American history some historians and politicians would prefer ignored – or worse, forgotten; and fought for the rights of fellow women of all stripes to make their own medical choices regarding their bodies as death threats rained upon them. I am also facing my inadequacy as a Black man for not always being able to fully understand the struggle – as I wrote in Hi! I’m Token, I reflected upon my own past failures for sitting down when it was time to stand up, using inappropriate language, and otherwise being a twit as I unwittingly defended the status quo to maintain the aforementioned proximity to the fog that asphyxiates freedom, obscures vision, and even extinguishes taste. In that context, it refers to being that “pet”, “favorite happy Negro”, or whatever the hell slight they made to prop me up as someone to emulate.

Where would we be without you?

I am tired of failing you, beautiful Black women.


You deserve a LOT better than this damning fate of being a second-class or tertiary citizen in this land, and honestly, I am standing with you to build our own Wakanda apart from the mess we live with hourly, daily, weekly, monthly, and annually as we try to leave this rock a better place for our chocolate children to grow up safely and mature into the next generation of heroes, the ones our ancestors can truly be proud of. Know that you are not alone in the struggle, and as I apologize this time for not speaking up sooner, this Black man has your back.

Forgive us, Sisters.