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Black Folks, Let’S Talk About Stuff White Folks Say We Don’T Want To Talk About. Seriously. C’Mon Y’All!


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http://www.cnn.com/2013/09/23/justice/chicago-shooting/index.html

http://www.ajc.com/news/news/local/80-year-old-suffers-broken-bones-in-assault/nZ6ZF/

The two links are just recent news stories of typical stuff going on.

Talk about whatever you want to in regard to the “black community.”

If at all possible, let’s NOT hammer away at each other over who’s right or wrong. INSTEAD, let’s just voice our feelings and opinions about things, whatever our feelings may be. I’m not asking for any cure-all answers. Just want to know what hardworking, lawabiding, decent, taxpaying black citizens think.

I’ll begin with my little rant:

When it comes to wayward black youths (boys particularly), what p*sses me off so much is the absence of fathers, where their fathers are absent and they are NOT in jail. What direction can we expect a kid to take when he has no proper guidance? Sometimes, I think that it is rather the GRANDPARENTS of these kids that failed to properly bring up their kids so that the grandkids thus had or have no chance.

I know there are varying circumstances in life. But when you bring a child into the world, you are responsible for bringing UP that child and ensuring his/her wellbeing.

I’ll conclude for now with these lines from a song I trust most of you well know:

Mother, mother

There’s too many of you crying

Brother, brother, brother

There’s far too many of you dying

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Mother, mother

There’s too many of you crying

Brother, brother, brother

There’s far too many of you dying

I prefer

Mother, mother ocean, I've heard you call

Wanted to sail upon your waters

Since I was three feet tall

You've seen it all, you've seen it all

Watch the men who rode you

Switch from sails to steam

And in your belly you can hold the treasures

Few have ever seen

Most of them dream

Most of them dream

Yes, I am a pirate two hundred years too late

Cannons don't thunder there's nothin' to plunder

I'm an over forty victim of fate

Arriving too late, arriving too late

But I've done a bit of smugglin'

I've run my share of grass

Made enough money to buy Miami

But I pissed it away so fast

Never meant to last

Never meant to last

I have been drunk now for over two weeks

Passed out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks

But I've got to stop wishin', got to go fishin'

I'm down to rock bottom again.

Just a few friends

Just a few friends

I go for younger women, lived with several awhile

Though I ran them away, they come back one day

And still could manage a smile

It just takes awhile, just takes awhile

Mother, mother ocean, after all my years I've found

Occupational hazard be my occupations just not around

Feel like I've drowned but all were frowned

Feel like I've drowned

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I gotta go with GP on this one! I work for a nonprofit after school program! We have some single mothers that aren't 30 yet and have 5, 6, 7, or even 8 kids! And half have completely different last names the other have her last name. I think it starts with our daughters. We have to put some self esteem and self respect in our girls! I work specifically with teens and work very hard to keep the girls built up.

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.... I can go into the cause, but no one cares.

It's like a person who is sick because of something they do taking medicine, but continuing the thing that made them sick.

These trends happen economically. But are told this way to make sure it splits the country as usual. Bait and F$&k I call it.

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