Thursday, August 28, 2014

Same Ol', Same Ol'

'While visiting family in Money, Mississippi, 14-year-old Emmett Till, an African American from Chicago, is brutally murdered for flirting with a white woman four days earlier. His assailants--the white woman's husband and her brother--made Emmett carry a 75-pound cotton-gin fan to the bank of the Tallahatchie River and ordered him to take off his clothes. The two men then beat him nearly to death, gouged out his eye, shot him in the head, and then threw his body, tied to the cotton-gin fan with barbed wire, into the river.
Till grew up in a working-class neighborhood on the south side of Chicago, and though he had attended a segregated elementary school, he was not prepared for the level of segregation he encountered in Mississippi. His mother warned him to take care because of his race, but Emmett enjoyed pulling pranks. On August 24, while standing with his cousins and some friends outside a country store in Money, Emmett bragged that his girlfriend back home was white. Emmett's African American companions, disbelieving him, dared Emmett to ask the white woman sitting behind the store counter for a date. He went in, bought some candy, and on the way out was heard saying, "Bye, baby" to the woman. There were no witnesses in the store, but Carolyn Bryant--the woman behind the counter--claimed that he grabbed her, made lewd advances, and then wolf-whistled at her as he sauntered out.
Roy Bryant, the proprietor of the store and the woman's husband, returned from a business trip a few days later and found out how Emmett had spoken to his wife. Enraged, he went to the home of Till's great uncle, Mose Wright, with his brother-in-law J.W. Milam in the early morning hours of August 28. The pair demanded to see the boy. Despite pleas from Wright, they forced Emmett into their car. After driving around in the Memphis night, and perhaps beating Till in a toolhouse behind Milam's residence, they drove him down to the Tallahatchie River.
Three days later, his corpse was recovered but was so disfigured that Mose Wright could only identify it by an initialed ring. Authorities wanted to bury the body quickly, but Till's mother, Mamie Bradley, requested it be sent back to Chicago. After seeing the mutilated remains, she decided to have an open-casket funeral so that all the world could see what racist murderers had done to her only son. Jet, an African American weekly magazine, published a photo of Emmett's corpse, and soon the mainstream media picked up on the story.
Less than two weeks after Emmett's body was buried, Milam and Bryant went on trial in a segregated courthouse in Sumner, Mississippi. There were few witnesses besides Mose Wright, who positively identified the defendants as Emmett's killers. On September 23, the all-white jury deliberated for less than an hour before issuing a verdict of "not guilty," explaining that they believed the state had failed to prove the identity of the body. Many people around the country were outraged by the decision and also by the state's decision not to indict Milam and Bryant on the separate charge of kidnapping.
The Emmett Till murder trial brought to light the brutality of Jim Crow segregation in the South and was an early impetus of the African American civil rights movement.'


Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Do Not Eat Rice With Garden Shears

Horrible Histories is a Hoot!

551 BC

China. Chinese thinker Confucius is born. He is remembered for hundreds of wise proverbs (most of which he probably didn’t write) including the brilliant: ‘Do not remove a fly from a friend’s forehead with a hatchet.’ Wow! 2,450 years later this is still a sensible bit of advice.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

Koko's Tribute to Robin Williams

So sad and lovely. Koko seemed very fond of Robin and when told Robin had died, Koko reacted this way...


Thursday, August 21, 2014

On and On Wisconsin!

This is so cool. Wisconsin family run businesses surviving the years of bad and good.

Not crazy about the gun and beer shop, though. : {

In his follow-up to Tavern League: Portraits of Wisconsin Bars, Carl Corey turns his camera on Wisconsin family-owned businesses in existence fifty years or longer. The businesses portrayed here--bakeries and barbecue joints, funeral homes and furniture builders, cheesemakers, fishermen, ferry boat drivers--have survived against all the odds, weathering tough economic times and big-business competition. The owners are loyal to their employees, their families, and themselves. And they are integral to their local economies and social fabric. The services and goods they provide are usually for neighbors and friends. Generations serve generations, creating lasting relationships and strong, vibrant neighborhoods and rural communities.
In For Love and Money, Carl Corey provides indelible glimpses of an increasingly endangered way of life. The Museum of Wisconsin Art's Graeme Reid has said, "As current and future generations come and go, these pictures will survive in the hands of the subjects, collectors, museums, and galleries. Will the businesses featured enjoy a similar longevity? Only time will tell, and we can only watch and hope, but Carl Corey has ensured that they will not be forgotten."
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Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Facebook Framily

I need to get out of Facebook. I'm going to say something that will piss everyone off. Not that I have a huge following who will hear my roar.

There is a message from a follower (he's a friend of a relative) I have never met him. He must be in his late twenties and has had some problems, as we all have, but his latest message is that he and his fiancée are now homeless. He is tired of fighting and says, "No more." I assume it means he plans to end his life. He has received comments by his relatives who tell him to one: Knock it off. 2:They will pray for him.3:They wish they could help-good luck.

Um, what!? Maybe they know more about this young man than I do. Perhaps he is into drama. Maybe he has cried wolf too many times.

The problem is, he is asking for help and his "family," wishes him the best.

Just don't bother them, though, with your problems.

I am really itching to comment....

Monday, August 18, 2014

Wrong Side of the Bedlam

I'm really, really confused. What is going on in Missouri? There are demonstrations, some peaceful, some violent, riots, looting... all that anger and frustration over the killing of a young black man, who was allegedly unarmed at time of shooting.  Okay, that could be a problem. Autopsy (Two, so far- another planned) show Michael Brown, the victim, had been shot six times. Four times in the arm- Twice in the head. A little excessive? Is this why the community is up in arms, literally and figuratively? I guess they would have the right to be angry and frightened if this is what happened. So far, we have one side. The officer that shot and killed Brown had no idea that Brown had just robbed a mini-market, so there was no justification for shooting him for robbery. Why was Brown shot? I don't know. Why are people looting? I don't know.

Honestly, I have no idea what the hell is going on here.

Ever see 'Animal Exploration,' hosted by zoologist, Jarod Miller? I cannot watch that guy. he bugs the hell out of me as he waves his hands and arms all over. You can see the animals are either scared or pissed whilst Miller blindly goes about the business of entertainment. Will I be surprised if one day I read Jarod was mauled by bunnies who just could not take that hand waving in their faces anymore. He ain't no Jack Hanna.
I guess Cheddarland and Brett Favre are buds again. All is forgiven for Brett going A.W.O.L. and breaking our green and gold hearts.

 As long as I'm in a bitchy mood, on this day, back in 1955, 'Lolita,' was published. Ever read it? I doubt many have, yet it is a classic. It's about a dirty old man who rapes a twelve year old. It's okay. He feels remorse.

It's a classic, folks.

Saturday, August 16, 2014

(M)oxey Moron

I'm tired and I'm wired,
like a sloth on fluoxetine.
I'm weary and I'm jazzed,
like a mime on Bourbon Street
I'm haggard and all vigilant,
like a cowboy with a blistered ass.
I'm shivery and refreshed,
like a shower of beady ice.
I'm narcoleptic and stimulated,
like a percolator timed for noon.

Yeah, I think you got it.

I could go on, but I can't.