Showing posts with label Education. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Education. Show all posts

Thursday, February 16, 2023

Were it not for Isaac Woodard, there’d be no Brown v. Board --The beginning of the end of Separate but Equal in America

The Professor, @William Spivey, at Medium.com wrote a helluva piece on Isaac Woodard here, Fam. Please do read it! It’ll help you understand what came after that brutal beating.

Watch this PBS movie about Mr. Woodard — “The Blinding of Isaac Woodard,” — it expires 2/28, so hurry up! If you read this later than that, you can see it here on YouTube with an interesting discussion as well:

 


My mother’s best friend — Miss Dora — worked for the Waring family as a “domestic” for a large part of her life and mine. As a matter of fact, I think she still works for them off and on, on occasion. I remember finallywatching “The Help,” and after Viola Davis saying she’d not liked playing the part of Abilene, I was more than a little warm about that shit — just cuz I saw and grew up with Black women who did this work, that were heretofore a soft place to land for many of our families — both Black and white (hell, Ms. Dora put four kids through HBCUs on that shit!).

Here’s an interesting further discussion…(interesting how throwing around that whole racial reckoning bullshit, but not meaning a damned thing about it, produces not a damned thing, no?)



Thurgood was the Ben Crump of his day — I’m so damned happy he was!

Friday, October 11, 2013

"American Promise" -- a documentary

Family, since I'm always about full disclosure -- I got the email below a little bit ago and dithered about the request because:
  1. I'm always a little leery about other folk telling me how wonderful something is in representing my lived experiences and 
  2. I don't run ads on my blog for a reason -- everything's not for sale:
Hi Deb,

I just came across your blog and I wanted to reach out and let you know about American Promise, the Sundance Grand Jury prize winning documentary following the journeys of two African-American boys and their families from kindergarten through high school graduation. The film provides a rare look into Black middle class life while exploring the common hopes and hurdles of parents navigating their children’s educational journeys.

"the film is revelatory as an embedded report from the front lines of parenting."
-Film Comment

"American Promise is more than a documentary; it is part of a bigger, ongoing movement about changing perceptions of-and behavior and values with respect to-young African-American males in our society." - Documentary Magazine

I thought the film would be of great interest and conversation for your community. Would you be able to share the below information with your community?

We also have an online day of action on October 15. We are hoping to use this build a HUGE social media buzz about Black Male Achievement and supporting young black boys. Please support us by donating your organization and your personal accounts to our Thunderclap here:  http://thndr.it/16jxiwX mark your calendars for our twitter chat at 3 pm. Thanks!

If you would like to view an online screener of the film, please let me know.

Best,
Darcy
I decided I'd go ahead and post it with the caveat that I'd reserve my comments for after I'd seen it. Here's the descriptive snippet I was asked to post on the blog:
An opportunity to take part in conversations and actions on how we can better serve black boys!

Check out, American Promise, a documentary 13 years in the making, following the journeys of two African-American boys and their families from kindergarten through high school graduation. The film provides a rare look into Black middle class life while exploring the common hopes and hurdles of parents navigating their children’s educational journeys. Releasing in theaters starting October 18. Watch the trailer below. To learn more or find out where it is playing in your city visit http://on.fb.me/17lBHAZ or email info@americanpromise.org 



As promised, I will reserve my comments for after I've seen it -- but I can tell you right now, just from the trailer, I'll have quite a few! Please come back and let's talk.

Related:
‘An Education in Equality’ (please do watch the embedded video here!)

Saturday, May 11, 2013

TED Talks Education

The "Voices" and I have been going back-and-forth pretty hot and heavy for the last three months (No, I'm not crazy.  I just figure, when you talk to yourself, if nobody else -- you ought to have some damned answers!).  The conversations have been enlightening and reductive; combative and conciliatory; exciting and depressing (and no, I'm not a manic-depressive either); but most of all -- emotionally and mentally draining.

Clicking through the channels (TV is such shit these days), I stumbled upon this show on PBS, thinking it'd just be some "white noise" to ease my mind.  But I was pleasantly surprised that it was exactly the opposite!  Do click the link below to watch, listen and enjoy...

TEDTalks Education

In order of appearance:
  • Ms. Rita Pierson -- a combination of ALL my Black, public high school teachers; my kind of self-esteem builder!
  • Ramsey Musallum -- yep, he's a chemistry teacher; I'd have liked being in his class
  • Shahruz Ghaemi -- "out of the mouths of babes" is all I can say about this kid!
  • Dr. Angela Lee Duckworth -- perky with a point, no?
  • Melissa Perez -- keep blowin' that whole pregnant teen, single mother bullshit out of the water, Chica!
  • Bill Gates -- never had many warm fuzzies about him, but hey...
  • John Legend -- that voice, those words!
  • Geoffrey Canada -- forget Arne Duncan's ass!  I thought the Changeling should have appointed him Secretary of Education (but I know, that would've been too much like right)!
  • Malcolm London -- a powerful, honest reality from this young brother; he should be the Changeling's "homeboy" (but of course, we know Lincoln is)
  • Pearl Arredondo -- ¡Prédica!; Así me gusta la verdad de esta hermana Latina!
  • Sir Ken Robinson -- y'all betta recognize, the British are coming (back!)

I needed to see this right now Family.  How 'bout you?

Sunday, February 3, 2013

"500 Years Later" -- let's seriously consider the journey

I realize today's the "Big Game," but it won't be on all day!  Carve out a little time to watch this very interesting 2005 documentary.  The commercials are annoying but, in a weird way, they reinforce the story being told.  Just click "No" on each one and keep it movin'!  I think it'd be well worth it.  Then, if you like -- let's talk:

Friday, April 24, 2009

WHEW-W-W-W-W-W-W-W!!

That, is the sound of absolute "relief this semester's over!!"

It's been, um-m-m, interesting - to say the least.

Instead of that vaunted book learnin' I'd expected, there was a whole lot more - "Looky, looky, see what I wrote/what I did!" - from working Washington journalists, chosen to be instructors instead of "real teachers," as an equally irritated classmate continuously pointed out. You could cut the narcissism with a knife and I don't do narcissism - at all.

Now don't get it twisted, having an instructor who's actually done the job you'd like to do is certainly valuable, but knowing your job and knowing how to teach it are two, totally different animals IMHO. Silly me to expect a little of both.

Having my incessant questioning be met with either questions rather than answers or, no useful response at all didn't help matters any. As a result, I actually let it stress me the hell out, doing nothing else but trying to teach myself what I was paying them to teach me.

But, after all the transference and compartmentalization that I surely took me and mine through trying to get here, I got this email from my husband today and had one of those real, cleansing cries:

"Kelly Clarkson couldn't have put those words any clearer and with more meaning than My life would suck without you. I love that you are fiercely independent. I love that you love your family so that sometimes it hurts. I love that you take opportunities when they present themselves. I love that you keep on everyday fighting the fight through your blog. I love that you love just sitting around and watching TV or listening to music and having a drink or two. I love that you enjoy life as it is presented to you. I love that you have an intense desire to see your sons succeed. I love that you keep on with me and fight through the times. I love it when you laugh hardily. I love it when you cry hardily about those things you are passionate. I love your love of fellow human beings no matter their stature in life. I love you."

Okay, I didn't even know what Kelly Clarkson song he was talking about (more of a Fantasia fan myself - when I did watch American Idol!), so I went to YouTube to find it. If I'm honest, I'd have to say it's a fair representation of this 28-year and counting sojourn. So, to your Clarkson offering Mr. C., I say thanks - and I reply with #29 in the player to the right (probably why I'm a Fantasia fan).

I love that you know me so well.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

"Homeless Advocate, thy name is Eric Sheptock!"

Finally finished my final paper for my Journalism of Identity class. It's due later today. It was supposed to be 1400-1600 words on someone else other than myself. I chose a wonderfully bright and funny young man who happens to be homeless and living in D.C. His name is Eric Sheptock.

There are so many intriguing layers to this guy! With only a high school education, he has managed to become an expert on the homeless situation in Washington, DC. With a mind like a steel trap, he can quote homeless facts and figures, dates and places and of course, the many names and titles associated with the numerous non-profit and governmental agencies with whom he has dealt. He has it all in his head! Amazing I tell you, just amazing!

After hanging out with him over time, I realized there was no way possible I could write his story in 1400-1600 words! Here is Part I:
“Um, excuse me Ma’am? I’m sorry, we need the chairs.”

Confused, I looked up into the smiling, pecan-tanned face of the young Cosi cashier, who it seemed, had just rung our sandwiches up an hour or so ago inside.

“We’re closing now and we have to put the chairs away” she said softly, motioning toward the other chairs already stacked near the door leading into the restaurant. Rattled, my eyes quickly darted to the apparently, long-empty tables around us. As I looked toward the sky, I noticed the sun had become low, and fat, and warmly orange as it began its slow descent toward the horizon. The bright sunshine, that had forced me to fish my sunglasses from my purse when we first sat down, had waned and there was a slight chill in the air.

Initially suspecting I was having a senior moment, I stood to surrender my now-warmed seat as I asked the cashier, “Is it really that late?”
She laughed out loud this time, revealing twin rows of perfectly white teeth as she said, “Yes Ma’am, it is!”

It was then that I realized, I’d been sitting on their patio near the Martin Luther King Jr. Memorial Library downtown for well over four hours - talking to Eric Sheptock, homeless advocate extraordinaire.

I’d been trying to decide who the topic of my final Journalism of Identity paper would be for some time. Meeting Eric that first Sunday in April was one of those, all-the-planets-aligning kind of things one never expects to happen, but certainly welcomes when it does.

A Washington Post story last month, about the increased use of cell phones and computers by many of the District’s estimated 14,537 homeless people, linked to a blog, “On the Clock with Eric Sheptock,” hosted at Streats.tv. Following the link, I discovered some of the most informative, often hilarious accounts of homelessness and homeless advocacy I’d ever read. The self-described, “Homeless Advocate, G.A.B. (Government Agitating Bigmouth),” dishes out a true, Man on the Street (no pun intended) style of advocacy that kept me up all night reading each post -- from first, to last.

At the end of the last post, surprisingly, I read, “Finally, I was quite impressed to find out that a certain young lady named Meghan who attends Georgetown U. has been following my blog for 2 months and has read ALL OF MY BLOG POSTS. Gotta love her. She's definitely interested in the issue of homelessness.”

A smart, unassuming young lady in her twenties, Meghan and I were taking our second class together. Thinking this was no coincidence, I ended my rather lengthy comment to Eric’s post writing, “And this must be your week for Georgetown students! Though we'd never discussed this before, I am a graduate student there as well and get this - Meghan is in one of my classes!!! I'll have to tell her you gave her a nod here on the post.”

The next day in class, I told Meghan about her shout-out. Smiling, she shared she’d actually spoken to Eric several times for a project in another of her classes this semester. Delighted, I asked if she could introduce us because I was kicking around the idea of homelessness in D.C. as a topic for two final projects as well. She said she’d contact him and let me know.

After a flurry of emails between the three of us over the course of two days, the date was set, Sunday at 3 p.m. at the entrance of the MLK library.

As I entered the glass doors, I saw Meghan sitting in the lobby with a slender, goateed Black man of about 35 or so with a baseball cap turned backward on his head, wearing a T-shirt partially covered by a hoodie, jeans and sneakers. He could have been any of the many young men one sees walking the streets of the city. As Meghan made the introductions, I looked into the doe-like brown eyes of a clean-shaven and, contrary to what folk project about the homeless -- clean-smelling Eric Sheptock.

An unseasonably warm and beautiful day, we took our conversation outside to Cosi’s restaurant where we could enjoy the sun and talk freely. After about 15-20 minutes in “getting to know you” chat, Meghan stood up, saying she was leaving so Eric and I could talk, but not before taking some pictures of the three of us together. She hugged us both goodbye and headed for the Metro.

As I turned to Eric, I only got a chance to say, “So,…” before he launched into his advocacy-speak. I interrupted, telling him I’d gotten how vociferous an advocate he was for the homeless from the blog and from Meghan, but for right now, I just wanted to know more about Eric and how he became the homeless guy.

Having to talk about himself seemed to throw him for a loop - at first. Searching for a place to begin he said, “A lot of people think all homeless people are drug addicts and that’s why they’re homeless. Actually, particularly for me, it’s the other way around. I became addicted to crack cocaine after having become homeless.”

As it turns out, young Eric Sheptock had lived a pretty good life as a foster child - after a decidedly rocky beginning that is. At six years-old, his adopted-mom told him the story of young Eric Gooden, born on March 15, 1969 to two young parents unfit to raise him. After having been found alone and near-death in an Atlantic City, New Jersey hotel room with his head bashed in and covered in blood, he was put into the foster care system - at eight months old.

Removing his baseball cap and leaning over to show me the deep, disfiguring scars on the back of his head, he said matter-of-factly, “Since I was obviously a baby, I don’t really remember much about it, but my foster-mom told me what happened. She said I had three craniotomies as a result.”

Temporarily placed with an elderly Black woman whose husband was very ill and in a nursing home, Eric doesn’t remember a whole lot about the time he spent with her, but says he was happy there.

“I was an only child and she was kind of old, but I do remember us talking a lot. I remember her taking me to Atlanta to visit an “Aunt Joanie” and I remember an “Aunt Rose” who lived in New York.”

He would stay with his foster-mom until he was five years-old. By that time, her husband had died and she was frantically trying to get him legally adopted before she died too. She was successful. By the time he was five years old, young Eric Gooden had legally become Eric Jonathan Sheptock (“I got to choose my middle name for myself,” he told me proudly). And a new life, with a new family began in Chester, New Jersey.

Joanne and Rudy Sheptock, were white, God-fearing Pentecostal Christians with seven children of their own and three adopted children, which now included Eric. They lived for a year in Chester, then Rudy, Eric’s favorite parent, moved them all to Peapack, New Jersey where he was the Superintendent of Buildings and Grounds for four schools in the borough of Mountain Lakes.

Their new home had been the library of the convalescent hospital. Sitting on five acres of land surrounded by woods, the three-story mansion with 13 bedrooms, seven bathrooms, two dining rooms, a library and an above-ground pool with a barn and corral, provided plenty of room for the growing Sheptock family. They would live there for 10 years until the family moved to Interlachen, Florida in March of 1985. "By the time we moved to Peapack in 1975, my parents had adopted a lot more kids!. When I graduated high school in June of 1987, they had a combined total of 28 - but some of us had started to move out by then.”

Rudy Sheptock was the family disciplinarian. At 6’1” and 220 pounds, he was an imposing, but always honest and fair figure to Eric and his siblings. Joanne on the other hand, was not seen in the same light. As a matter of fact, Eric has not spoken to her since he left home in 1985. And the feelings seem mutual -- he learned of his beloved father’s death on September 13, 2000 from an old supervisor of his in Florida.

Stay tuned for Part II - “From Happy to Homeless.”

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Rockford Files...(This Is Only A Test Folks)

Trust me, I'm not hurting for things about which to post - as a matter of fact , I have several drafts just sitting (as has been the case since I started this school thing). But I have this journalism assignment to turn in on Tuesday involving computer-assisted reporting and I'm just trying to see if I've taught myself something. So please, just bear with me. Just so you know what I'm doing, here are the instructions we were given:

Your assignment is to take an MS Access database and make an online map and spreadsheet of deadbeat parents and share them online. One of the main goals of the assignment is for you to do something that many journalists do every day: Discover a new Web tool and teach yourself how to use it. We won't be going over the details of how to use the tool in class, and I won’t demonstrate it. That's up to you to figure out from the Web site and the documentation given online. Please do this assignment independently, with no help from your classmates. If you have trouble using ZeeMaps, use the online help resources provided by ZeeMaps--forums, blogs, documentation, etc.--as you would in the real world. (emphasis mine) Instructions: 1. You’ll be using the MS Access file Assignment3.mdb, which is posted in the sample data folder on blackboard. This is a simple database of child support orders in Illinois. Records indicate the parent involved, the money owed, number of children involved and other information. Extract the deadbeat parent records specified with your name in the students_assignment3.xls spreadsheet posted in the sample data folder on blackboard. 2. Export the appropriate records to 1. an Excel file and 2. a comma-delimited text file. 3. Go to zeemaps.com, create an account, and use the appropriate file to create a map of your deadbeat parents. Share the map online. 4. Use the google docs application to share your spreadsheet online. 5. When the assignment is done, e-mail me the URL of your zeemaps map, and the URL of your shared spreadsheet on google docs.

Now if this works, and is what I was supposed to do, let me just say this: IF NOT FOR THIS ASSIGNMENT, THE MAP PROBABLY WOULD NOT BE HERE AND THE NAMES SURELY WOULDN'T. I take that back. I will probably use this tool in future posts because I can see the possibilities this kind of visualization can create. But as for the names - it depends. Look, I know information like this is a matter of public record, but who knows? They may have paid up by now! (What? It could happen.) In any event, a name field was required so - I had to roll with it. My apologies to the Rockford 16 (I know, I know - they'll probably never see it, but anyway). As much as this assignment worked me, on so many levels, it appears I did teach myself a thing or two. Of that, I am extremely proud. The old brain might be slow, but it's still sure.

Friday, June 13, 2008

"The Education of Ms. Groves"

"Mother to Son"

Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor --
Bare.
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps
'Cause you finds it's kinda hard.
Don't you fall now --
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
Langston Hughes

(Spoken word has been a part of Black life in one way or another - forever. I performed this poem in the Miss Rivers High School contest in 1974. I came in second place. Then it mattered. Today, as I still remember it by heart, it remains a very important and lasting part of my history.)

I'm a soon-to-be 52 year old mother of two grown sons with fond - no, make that life-changing memories of a teacher, like Mrs. Kamminga, who, in the 9th grade, taught me English, French, Baldwin, Langston Hughes, Richard Wright, Ralph Ellison, Gwendolyn Brooks, Toni Morrison, Nikki Giovanni - and me. Mrs. Alfreda Jenkins instilled in me a love of learning, self-respect, a pride in my blackness and a belief in my intelligence and abilities that I will never, ever forget. She believed in the "village" and its ability to care, guide, lead and transform and she showed it every single day of my high school life.

Tonight, I watched "The Education of Ms. Groves" on NBC. It was moving and tear-jerking and then some. Young Ms. Groves started out teaching her kids, leaning on today's established mores of education and it wasn't working. I thought aloud, "It's the village, don't forsake it - it WILL serve you." As I watched, her love of learning become a struggle which morphed into a tried and true return to the "village," the children blossomed!! She'd called on those abilities to soothe, inspire, understand and above all else, hold them accountable and it paid off.

The little girl from Mrs. Kamminga's class, though she'd not grown up as they did - got it, used it and passed it on to her kids (whether she knows it now or not). The love of learning her 1st grade teacher had instilled in her was a huge cornerstone upon which a wonderful career in teaching has, and is being built.

I am so, so proud of young Ms. Groves today. This little pint-sized woman, with such a big heart, will have one of these 6th grade students one day, feeling about her, the exact same way she felt about Mrs. Kamminga - and the circle of education will continue to be unbroken.

Sunday, March 9, 2008

"The Wire" ends - and the beat goes on......

UPDATE -- Here’s The Wire reunion from last night’s  PaleyFest (10/17/2014):



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Well, tonight was the last episode of five great seasons of a TV drama, more "reality" than any reality-show sludge served up as such today. This polemic, written and created by David Simon and Ed Burns with the talented writers Richard Price, Dennis LeHane, George Pelecanos, Chris Collins and William F. Zorzi , seriously deserves Emmys all around this voting season. The entire cast was on-point and absolutely phenomenal. Hope to see them working in projects that showcase their talents really soon.

Just as Mayor Carcetti became the new Gov. Carcetti; Council Pres. Campbell became the new Mayor Campbell; Asst. State's Atty. Perlman became the new Judge Phelan, Dukie became the new Bubbles, Michael became the new Omar, etc., etc., so goes this race for the presidency.

After all, the devious, backroom, "you-scratch-my-back and I'll-scratch-yours" political machinations, newspaper sell-outs for fame and fortune and broken social issues are all merely our own, writ large in the show. The only difference is, "The Wire" ended and the actors get to move on unscathed. We don't have that luxury and talking about change that can't or won't happen, will leave far more bodies in its wake than they ever found in the vacants. The line, "shining up shit and calling it gold..." was priceless! Not only does it seem equivalent to this presidential race, but to our continuing to do the same things and expecting different results in these United States of America.

I really didn't expect the show to end much differently than it did. I was rooting for Bubbles from the first season to the last. I'm glad he figured out how to make it to the other side. I knew Marlo Stansfield would not want to "give up the crown" - such is the nature of those who seek power and wealth at the expense of others (too bad Chris didn't figure that one out!).

Michael was already a budding Omar when he dropped out of school. Smart and with more of a conscience than not, the Robin Hood aspect he took on from Omar's character was already evident in the way he took care of his little brother, got Chris to get rid of the mother's no-good boyfriend and took Dukie off the streets once he was promoted to running his own corner.

In a previous episode, Dukie's haunting question, "How do you get from here to the rest of the world?" seemed to me shades of things to come. And as it turns out, he couldn't figure out the journey from from point A to point B no matter the promise he showed in school. There was no one in his life to show him the way. Pryzbylewski tried, but he knew as soon as he saw him, it had not been enough. Glad Namond had Colvin.

That Kima showed up to tell Lester and McNulty herself that she'd dropped the dime on them to Daniels was exactly what I expected given the no-bullshit woman she was. Because of the relationship among her and the original "wire" detectives I also expected them to understand, and they did. A pleasant and unexpected turn was Police Commissioner, Cedric Daniels. Facing the loss of coveted political capital for a Black man in America - power, privilege and visibility - he chose to say, not just "No," but "He-e-e-yall no," to the continuing game. Personal integrity sure looked good on him!

There are many lessons young Black men (and women) can take from the show, but the most important was the one with which Daniels left us in that "where are they now" montage of a last scene. By figuring out how to get that paper, you can "buy your freedom" and have a better chance of not leaving yourself at the mercy of this society that rarely, if ever cares. That lesson deserved a tribute from the ghost of H.L. Mencken:

"I believe that it is better to tell the truth than a lie. I believe it is better to be free than to be a slave. And I believe it is better to know than to be ignorant.

Monday, October 29, 2007

For Genarlow Wilson, like Browning's Pippa: "God's in His Heaven - All's Right With the World!"

At 5:30 p.m. on October the 26th, Genarlow Wilson said goodbye to the Al Burruss Correctional Training Facility in Forsythe, GA. This medium-security prison had been his home for the past two years and eight months while his lawyer battled with our “justice system” over an obscure, Georgia law that mandated his felony conviction on aggravated child molestation charges and sentenced him to 10 years in prison with no parole AND a place on the Georgia sex-offender registry. Having experienced the disproportionate justice meted out to those of a decidedly darker hue for the first time in his life, this young Black man was released into the waiting arms of his mother, his 9-year-old sister and his attorney - the three females whose support never wavered during this whole ordeal. Genarlow Wilson, the son of a single Black mother (and yes, I DID need to put that in boldface given the ignominious, accusatory rantings of the assimilated Mr. Cosby and company), had been a high school senior whose future seemed so bright he had to wear shades. He was an honor student and an all-conference football player and track star with offers to play in college. He was so popular he’d been elected the first-ever homecoming king at Douglas County High School. And most importantly for the purposes of this post, he had NO criminal history. Yes, the future looked exceedingly bright in Genarlow’s world. But a New Year’s Eve party involving alcohol and marijuana, a what-the-hell-were-you-thinking video, oral sex from a willing-but-unable-to-legally-consent-because-she-was-a-15-year-old girl “friend with benefits” and an accusation of rape by another 17 year-old girl “friend with benefits” who went to the police all converged turning his world upside down. In February of 2005, Genarlow’s world became a Douglas County prison cell and his dreams were undoubtedly replaced with the worst nightmares he’d ever had. But finally, the scales of justice tilted in his favor. His salvation came, borne on the words of a 4-3 decision by the Georgia Supreme Court. The majority had upheld a Monroe County judge's initial ruling that Genarlow’s sentence constituted cruel and unusual punishment under both the Georgia and U.S. constitutions. They said the sentence appeared to be "grossly disproportionate" to the crime and noted that it was out of step with current law. Really!??! Let’s go back for a minute and look at the “current law” and how it came to be. When the Child Protection Act of 1995 cleared the legislature, Section 3 - Para. 2 (dealing with statutory rape) included a “Romeo and Juliet” exception for teenagers who engaged in consensual sexual intercourse. According to the exception, if the victim is 14 or 15 years of age and the person convicted is no more than three years older, the convicted person may, at the discretion of the court, be charged with a misdemeanor. Under Georgia law, any person adjudicated guilty of a misdemeanor for the first time, who was on the date that the misdemeanor was committed between the ages of 16 and 18 years old, shall be punished by a fine not to exceed $1,000.00 or confined exclusively under the jurisdiction of the Board of Corrections for a period not to exceed 12 months. But the “Romeo and Juliet” exception could not protect Genarlow as it was written because what he was doing with the minor according to the law, was not sex. No really! At first, I was thinking, “Did they say it wasn’t sex because there was no vaginal penetration (so Bill Clinton-esque!), or because adults, in their paternalistic, myopic mentality, never considered teens would be engaging in (heaven forbid!) oral sex? Hadn’t any of them ever heard of the jelly bracelets? I kept reading the law, looking for the aggravated child molestation charge under which he was convicted for some clarity and this is what it said: Section 4 – Para. 2 of the law says: “A person commits the offense of aggravated child molestation when such person commits an offense of child molestation which act physically injures the child or involves an act of sodomy.” It says further, “A person convicted of the offense of aggravated child molestation shall be punished by imprisonment for not less than ten, nor more than 30 years and in addition, be subject to the sentencing and punishment provisions of Code Sections 17-10-6.1 and 17-10-7. Since Genarlow had by no means physically injured the minor, the only other basis for the charge was the act of sodomy. Now I consider myself fairly educated and to me, sodomy’s only ever meant one thing. So, I looked it up. Merriam-Webster defines it as follows: Sodomy, Function: Noun, Etymology: Middle English, from Anglo-French sodomie, from Late Latin Sodoma Sodom; from the homosexual proclivities of the men of the city in Genesis 19:1–11, Date: 13th century : anal or oral copulation with a member of the same or opposite sex; also : copulation with an animal. (Now correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't copulation - SEX??!!) Anyway, by charging him under this section, they killed two birds with one stone. They got to charge him in adult court (in Georgia, 17 is the age of majority for adult criminal court) with a felony AND the conviction got them the punishment they thought he deserved - a larger mandatory-minimum (an unconscionable concept in my book) prison sentence with no parole, along with the future-killing requirement that one must register as a sex offender for the rest of one's life!! In 2006, the law was amended in response to Genarlow’s case to include consensual oral sex in the “Romeo and Juliet” exception, but the legislature didn’t make it retroactive even though that very amendment gave them the opportunity to totally fix what they’d initially screwed up! Definitely one of those “things that make you go, h-m-m-m-m!” But I digress. The majority opinion referred to the law as it stands now even though it wasn’t retroactive - a point Justice George Carley drove home in writing the dissent for the gang of three who held that, ““The 2006 change in the law was specifically written so it would not be retroactive.” Why specifically and how did he know that? Continuing he said, "The General Assembly made the express decision that he cannot benefit from the subsequent legislative determination to reduce the sentence for commission of that crime from felony to misdemeanor status." Then, in what can only be described as an attitude of omnipotence, he said that the majority opinion showed "unprecedented disregard" for the legislative intent of the law change and creates the potential for releases of "any and all defendants who were ever convicted of aggravated child molestation and sentenced" under circumstances similar to Wilson's. What??!! That just makes no damn sense at all! Who should know what the legislative intent was, better than those pesky “law-makers” actually involved in the passing of the initial law? After all, according to my Civics classes long ago (Do they still teach Civics?), that is their job no matter how badly they screw it up! As a matter of fact, Rep. Tyrone Brooks, a Democrat in the Georgia State Assembly who helped pass the initial molestation law, said it was never meant to police teen sex. He said, "The legislative intent was to protect women and children from sexual predators." And former Republican state representative-turned-political analyst, Matt Towery, author of the 1995 legislation that would make oral sex a felony said it was never his intention for teenagers like Wilson to be prosecuted under the law. In an interview with the Atlanta Journal Constitution, Towery said, “It was a weight on me…It was something that prosecutors from the beginning understood that was not to be applied in this manner." (H-m-m-m, anyone?) But wait, now that I really think about it, the minority opinion makes perfect sense in this dominant-culture driven, patriarchal society! The law-enforcing gang of three along with Georgia's top, Black elected official, Attorney General Thurbert Baker (a whole ‘nother post), are as transparent as they are stupid. Transparent - because their fear of treating both the federal and state constituitions as living, breathing documents is pungent and pervasive. No law-maker or law-enforcer is omnipotent or infallible. That’s why there are amendments and provisions for reversible error. Stupid - because their strict interpretation, in support of this malicious prosecution, makes us worse rather than better as a country. In June of this year, after overturning Genarlow’s felony conviction and reducing it to a misdemeanor, with a 12-month term plus credit for time served and no requirement to register as a sex offender, Monroe County Superior Court Judge Thomas Wilson (no relation to Genarlow) said this: “The fact that Genarlow Wilson has spent two years in prison for what is now classified as a misdemeanor, and without assistance from this Court, will spent eight more years in prison, is a grave miscarriage of justice. If this court or any court cannot recognize the injustice of what has occurred here, then our court system has lost sight of the goal our judicial system has always strived to accomplish…justice being served in a fair and equal manner.” It seems he recognized the malicious prosecution leading to the injustice visited upon Genarlow Wilson and was not afraid to admit it. Genarlow is finally free, though I doubt he will ever be the same again. And that may not be a bad thing. Why? Because now, he can definitely be the “canary in the mine” for a multitude of other Black men who, for whatever reason, have no idea of the consequences they could face from their sexual forays with the willing. Because the state of Georgia only allows a person to have their records sealed or expunged if the records were non-criminal records where no charges were filed, there will be collateral consequences of his misdemeanor conviction. But that need not hinder him. As a matter of fact, given how he stuck to his guns and stood up for himself against all odds, I have a sneaking suspicion we will hear great things from this young man in a very BIG way - very soon. And so, it is with OUR sons, brothers, fathers, grandfathers, uncles, nephews and friends in mind who are disproportionately affected by these collateral consequences, I offer an August 2007 Sentencing Project publication written by Margaret Colgate Love entitled, “Relief from the Collateral Consequences of a Criminal Conviction: A State-By-State Resource Guide.” This compilation of documents regarding the law in individual states regarding loss of rights due to a felony conviction, process of restoration, pardon/expungement information (for felonies and misdemeanors) and contact information of corresponding agencies provides a wealth of necessary information. Go to the site, read it, print it and share it. Let’s arm ourselves with the only thing that will prevent another Genarlow Wilson case from ever happening again - knowledge.

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Reading, Research AND Discernment Are Fundamental in the Search For Truth

No matter what you think about that historic march in Jena, LA there's no denying it brought a lot of people together - that day and beyond. The exchanging of photos, e-mail addresses and telephone numbers got a lot of people talking to each other who probably never would have but for that beautiful September day. The sharing of thoughts, ideas and information continues and it's wonderful because it has people "reading" again which I think is the greatest benefit. I got an email from some of my "Jena Family" the other day and I wanted to post it to hammer home the reading thing. Deleting all the addresses, here it is:
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Date: Wed, 10 Oct 2007 18:27:40 -0400Subject: Statement Read On NYC Radio Station Regarding Black People - READ!!!! Wow, its like that in 2007...I knew they thought it never thought they would dare say it in public. Read on!!! BLACK PEOPLE, PLEASE, READ & HEED. POIGNANT. The sad thing about this article is that the essence of it is true. The truth hurts. I just hope this sets more Black people in motion towards making real progress. Chris Rock, a Black comedian, even joked that Blacks don't read.Help prove them wrong! Read and pass on.Please Note: For those of you who heard it, this is the article Dee Lee was reading this morning on a New York radio station. For those of you who didn't hear it, this is very deep. This is a heavy piece and a Caucasian wrote it. Dee Lee, CFP Harvard Financial Educators Dee Lee

THEY ARE STILL OUR SLAVES We can continue to reap profits from the Blacks without the effort of physical slavery. Look at the current methods of containment that they use on themselves: IGNORANCE, GREED and SELFISHNESS. Their IGNORANCE is the primary weapon of containment. A great man once said, "The best way to hide something from Black people is to put it in a book." We now live in the Information Age. They have gained the opportunity to read any book on any subject through the efforts of their fight for freedom, yet they refuse to read. There are numerous books readily available at Borders, Barnes & Noble and Amazon.com , not to mention their own Black Bookstores that provide solid blueprints to reach economic equality (which should have been their fight all along), but few read consistently, if at all. GREED is another powerful weapon of containment. Blacks, since the abolition of slavery, have had large amounts of money at their disposal. Last year they spent 10 billion dollars during Christmas, out of their 450 billion dollars in total yearly income (2.22%). Any of us can use them as our target market, for any business venture we care to dream up, no matter how outlandish, they will buy into it. Being primarily a consumer people, they function totally by greed. They continually want more, with little thought for saving or investing. They would rather buy some new sneaker than invest in starting a business. Some even neglect their children to have the latest Tommy or FUBU. And they still think that having a Mercedes and a big house gives them "Status" or that they have achieved their Dream. They are fools! The vast majority of their people are still in poverty because their greed holds them back from collectively making better communities. With the help of BET and the rest of their black media that often broadcasts destructive images into their own homes, we will continue to see huge profits like those of Tommy and Nike. (Tommy Hilfiger has even jeered them, saying he doesn't want their money and look at how the fools spend more with him than ever before!). They'll continue to showoff to each other while we build solid communities with the profits from our businesses that we market to them. SELFISHNESS, ingrained in their minds through slavery, is one of the major ways we can continue to contain them. One of their own, Dubois, said that there was an innate division in their culture. A "Talented Tenth" he called it. He was correct in his deduction that there are segments of their culture that has achieved some "form" of success. However, that segment missed the fullness of his work. They didn't read that the "Talented Tenth" was then responsible to aid The Non-Talented Ninety Percent in achieving a better life. Instead, that segment has created another class, a Buppie class that looks down on their people or aids them in a condescending manner. They will never achieve what we have. Their selfishness does not allow them to be able to work together on any project or endeavor of substance. When they do get together, their selfishness lets their egos get in the way of their goal. Their so-called help organizations seem to only want to promote their name without making any real change in their community. They are content to sit in conferences and conventions in our hotels and talk about what they will do, while they award plaques to the best speakers, not to the best doers. Is there no end to their selfishness? They steadfastly refuse to see that TOGETHER EACH ACHIEVES MORE (TEAM). They do not understand that they are no better than each other because of what they own, as a matter of fact, most of those Buppies are but one or two pay checks away from poverty. All of which is under the control of our pens in our offices and our rooms. Yes, we will continue to contain them as long as they refuse to read, continue to buy anything they want and keep thinking they are "helping"their communities by paying dues to organizations which do little other than hold lavish conventions in our hotels. By the way, don't worry about any of them reading this letter, remember, THEY DON'T READ!!!!(Prove them wrong. Please pass this on! After Reading it..)

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I did not pass the e-mail on as requested. Instead, I hit "Reply to All" and responded: Sent: Thu 10/18/2007 10:12 PM Hey Jena Fam! Glad to see the trip has kept everyone in touch! I have to say that neither the “diatribe” nor the fact that this is the way some people think of us surprises me. I’ve known it, felt it for a large part of my 51 years. As the Jena story slowly unfolded I was surprised myself when people kept saying, “This is the first I heard about this on the Baisden, Ballentine or Al Sharpton Shows.” The story had been on the internet and in The Chicago Tribune since at least May or June of 2007 – long before Black Radio began talking about it. It both angered and saddened me. But I knew there was hope when finally enough people heard about it, cared enough about it and got angry enough about it to wake up from that nap behind the wheel and take a stand. We don’t read enough Family – we just don’t. We have fallen prey to every gimmick, must-have, must-have first, bigger, better thing thrown at us. Materialism without understanding has changed us from a strong, grounded people to the next sucker born every minute. When I was younger I was one of those suckers too. But a large part of my “awakening” came through books, magazine articles (skip the ads and pictures sometime), papers, essays, the internet – you name it, I read it. We’ve got to learn to search for our own truths and not wait for the sometimes “hazy” truths of others. That’s why we’re here in 2007 and there can be “white tree” in Jena and a child, our child, could go to jail for the possibility of 20+ years OR, after THOSE charges were thrown out he could be sentenced to 18 months in a juvenile facility for a parole violation involving the very same charges that were thrown out! Sheer madness! We keep doing the same things, expecting different results and still don’t understand why we’re not getting them by now - after all, we’re more educated, richer, more upwardly mobile, with big houses and fine rides in mixed neighborhoods now aren’t we? Or are we? I apologize for going on and on but it’s been on my mind. I started blogging lately just to get the thoughts out of my head - I’ll probably put these thoughts there tonight! :-) Nobody’s perfect Family, but we CAN do better. We have to - for our own sake. How about an online Book Club? No going on the Oprah Show or dinner with the author or anything like that. :-) Let’s just read and have intelligent discourse as we search for our own truths. I’d like to suggest a wonderful book by bell hooks entitled, “Rock My Soul” that I think would be a wonderful start. I think you’ll see a lot of people and situations we deal with every day to which we never give a second thought. I know I did. Anyway, take care of yourselves and keep in touch and thanks for listening, Deb

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After responding, I went online in search of Dee Lee since I don't live in New York and had not heard anything about this. I found her at "hfe - Educating the Financial Consumer." Follow the link and read what she said. I thought it important to share what I read with the rest of my Jena Family. So, I again, e-mailed "all" with this response: Sent: Thu 10/18/2007 11:17 PM Checked the internet for the statement and found this: http://www.deelee.net/ Something else to read in the search for my own truth! Whether she said it or wrote it, my last email still stands because there ARE many who DO have those feelings! Good night! Deb

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And yes, I stand by my last email to my Jena Fam because there ARE many who DO have those feelings. Here's an article I read on washingtonpost.com just last Saturday as a matter of fact - "Scientist's Remarks on Blacks Cause Furor." Those who've dug in their heels about who we are, have dug in their heels about who we are - which is why I have no compunction at all in expressing how I feel about them.

Truth without research is not truth - it is gossip and innuendo. And let's just be clear, culling through all the information available out there will not necessarily get you to the truth either, especially since there are a whole lot of folks, with a whole lot of opinions and a whole lot of access to what we see, hear and read. The best opportunity to reach one's own truth is to be led by discernment while researching and reading. Only then can you "Get Lifted."

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