Black Privilege - Alive and Well

[IM2]

I don't see any use in this foolishness ... But will comment on some of the aspects instead of just leaving it at that.

There is no difference in the propagation of Black Privileged and White Privilege.
Both are sloppy, self-serving ponderings forced into social existence by a group of people who want something.

They may want to be protected from something, they may want to gain a benefit, they may just want to be assholes ...

Look at the polluted argument the OP makes about OJ Simpson and his rather short career as an announcer.
He wasn't hired just because he was black ... He wasn't hired just because he knew football.
He was hired as an announcer because at the time he was making a pant load of money for advertisers like Hertz.

For whatever reason ... People liked him in the Hertz commercials and the company was making money with OJ as their flagship.
When the NFL didn't recognize the same returns ... And began to suffer more than they gained in public opinion ... Firing OJ was just a money move.

Sure someone can make some kind of connection as to past events and what that amounts to in privilege towards one group or another.
It doesn't matter which direction you point ... The shotgun you are using is going to hit something.

The more important question is what the hell do you suggest we do about it?
My suggestion would be for both sides to grow up ... Get with a better program ... And let's leave all this race based bullshit behind.

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My suggestions are >>

1. Abolish Affirmative Action discrimination against whites (the Trump administration is already moving on this)

2.Liberal dominated schools (clueless about law enforcement & guns) need to get their heads out of their asses, and start training students about how to behave in confrontation with police (or anyone with a gun). # 1 rule >> Keep your HANDS VISIBLE (or else you're dead)

3. Blacks and white liberals need to get a brain about # 2 in this post, and stop bitching every time some black guy gets shot, because he was too stupid to know he had to keep his hands visible. Dudes, things are always going to go wrong if you're stupid. Solution: Don't be stupid.

I am one who is personally willing to do the work of reading, typing and then sharing. I want to respond here with the words of a black author, Michael Eric Dyson.

“My oldest son, Mwata, is an anesthesiologist who lives in NY. My three children have six degrees, two of them from Ivy League schools. But there is no protection, Lord. Sometimes it even incites anger and resentment. Black success often breeds white rage. Black educational advance will not keep a cop with a terminal degree of black revulsion from aiming his ignorance at my children’s bodies.

A couple of years ago Mwata and his oldest son, Mosi, went looking in NJ for a mother’s day gift. Mwata had clocked out of work in Brooklyn in mid-afternoon to pick up Mosi from his after school program in Queens. Mwata didn’t own a car at the time so he rented a Zipcar for the day. Mwata and Mosi set out at five o’clock. Mwata consulted an app on his phone to chart the quickest route. He placed his phone on the dashboard. When he made a right turn onto a street in Harlem, the phone slipped from the dashboard and fell to the floor. As he retrieved his phone, the glare in the dark must have attracted the attention of a cop. Mwata could see the flashing lights from a squad car behind him. He heard the command from the cop’s loudspeaker to pull his car over.

A white cop, about 5’9” and in his early forties, approached the car and asked to see Mwata’s driver’s license. He offered no reason for stopping my son. The cop went back to his car for about ten minutes before returning to Mwata, who asked the policeman why he pulled him over. “It’s illegal to drive and talk on a cell phone at the same time in NY,” the cop replied. Mwata said that even though he had a Washington, D.C. driver’s license, the law certainly made sense. “However, officer, I wasn’t talking on the phone, nor was I texting, for that matter.”

I have always impressed on Mwata the need to be extra courteous and not to in any way rile up the police. It is often an exercise in humiliation, one that white folk barely have to think about, but one that can mean the difference between life and death for us. Mwata tried to make nice with the cop. He informed him that as a physician he had spent many years as a member of trauma teams in Chicago, Phoenix, and NY. He told him he was well aware of the dangers of multitasking while operating a vehicle. He said that he had saved, and unfortunately lost, many lives because of tragic car accidents. Mwata told the cop that his phone had slipped to the floor and he simply picked it up. Now Mosi, who had fallen asleep, began to stir.

The policeman went back and forth with Mwata about driving and talking, and Mwata kept politely insisting he had broken no law. The cop was growing more belligerent and insulting. Still, Mwata tried to placate him by speaking in measured tones. It didn’t help. He even showed the cop a police benevolent association card with the name and cell phone number of a cop he had just treated a couple days earlier. The cop told Mwata the policeman on the card wasn’t in his precinct. He coldly said it meant nothing to him. The cop grew more agitated as he tried to extract from Mwata a confession that he had broken the law. He took a couple of steps away from the car and ominously placed his hand on his gun.

Every time I think of it, Oh, Lord, I shudder. The cop asked Mwata a question that haunts him to this day. He asked, nastily, hatefully, if Mwata were stupid.

You know the quiet anger my son felt at having acquired a world-class education only to be questioned about his intelligence by a white boy whose IQ translated to an Intimidation Quotient provided by a shield that allowed him to mow down smart n****** with impunity. When Mwata said he didn’t know what he meant, and wondered aloud why he asked such a question, the cop got even more agitated. He snapped that he should take Mwata to jail and that my son had no right to be driving a car. He shouted that is his son weren’t with him that he’d have no problem placing Mwata in handcuffs and locking him up. The cop admitted that the only thing that was stopping him was that he had no place to put the five-year old. That may have saved Mwata from certain arrest – who knows?- maybe from an unjust, untimely death.

It was at that moment that the force of everything rained down on Mwata. The cop was threatening, his hand was on his gun, and Mosi had awakened from sleep to see his father being disrespected and threatened by an officer of the law. Fear struck Mwata hard. He glanced at his son in the rearview mirror and had one thought: I don’t want to die tonight. I don’t want my son to see me shot.”

That brings tears to my eyes. What a chilling recognition of the high cost for such a simple offense, all because an enraged white male cop was feeling his oats and seeking to humiliate my son. All because he could get away with it. Even if my son had been guilty, his crime wouldn’t have merited the implied threat of lethal force.

Mwata continued the dance of complete compliance. He nodded his head in agreement with the cop, doing anything he could not to be cut down in front of Mosi. The officer gave Mwata a ticket and a stern warning that if he ever saw him again he would take him straight to jail. Literally five seconds after he left Mwata go the cop pulled over another black motorist. So many whites say they hate the quotas they associate with affirmative action, but quotas don’t seem to bother the white folk in blue who can’t get enough of them as they harass one black citizen after another.

Oh Lord, it fills me with fear, and then anger, and grief, to think that some son of a bitch with a badge and a gun could just take their lives, take our lives, as if it means nothing. I am beyond rage. Oh Lord, at the utter complicity of even good white folk who claim that they care, and yet their voices don’t ring loudly and consistently against an injustice so grave that it sends us to our graves with frightening frequency.”

I shared this because I think it makes sense to read what a black man says about police brutality from personal experience rather than reading someone’s book who has no such expertise. She may quote and list what she believes to be facts, but the person with an argument is never at the mercy of the person with an experience.

Well, damn.Police brutality. I was involved in a near shootout last Wednesday (really truly) and not liking assholes that drag us into that. But that's the world I live I. Stop acting like a racial stereotype, you wont be treated like one. Imagine that.

Did you actually take the time to read this? The gentleman, who is a physician, was not as you say "acting like a racial stereotype" and got harrassed and threatened anyway.

I would actually like to know more about the incident you were involved in though.

Would you? I hate stuff like this. It seems to happen all the bloody time. It's got to end. People need to respect each other.

I think we would be better served hearing both sides. Because if what you say happens to you all the time, it might just be due to the fact you don't respect others based on skin color. For you to say that people need to stop acting like a racial stereotype shows me a lot about what might have happened. Because who are you referring and what was the racial stereotype?

Because I'm 56 and until 2 years ago I lived in the hood and not once did I face what you say you face all the time. And neither did the whites who lived there.

 

[IM2]

You didn't read shit. And all you are going to do here is tell me what I didn't do when I did it. You are the one who presented nothing and you are the one presenting nothing now. I am right here 100 percent. The thing is whites like you cannot accept the truth. This is why you love Sowell.

Not only did I read it ... I can remember more of what she said, you said, and I said ... Then you can now without looking back.
I don't love Thomas Sowell ... So that is incorrect.
You haven't gotten the first thing correct about anything I have expressed to date ... So 100% is definitely out the window.

I presented more than you did ... What you contributed was just garbage like the empty bullshit you are producing now.

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So what did she say the rules of engagement were. You apparently love Sowell if he's the first and only person you suggest to me in order so I see things from a different view. You presented nothing but unfounded opinion. Because that's all you CAN present. There is no evidence to support you if we were to debate my argument. I'm pretty much an expert in this field fool.

 

[BlackSand]

You say racism exists, then you say people trying to do something about it are peddling race based bullshit. You're a loony tune.

You have not heard my argument. My argument is legit and backed up with US history, supreme court decisions and public policy

Yours is just a bunch of words coming out of your mouth being typed in a reply box. .

No ... I said people who base their livelihood propagating races based initiatives are race pimps.

I haven't heard your argument because you haven't made one.
You have successfully repeated someone else's argument, but haven't even demonstrated a through understanding of their argument.

Your last sentence best describes exactly what you have offered.



Don't worry ... I am willing to accept you are incorrigible ...

.

 

[BlackSand]

So what did she say the rules of engagement were. You apparently love Sowell if he's the first and only person you suggest to me in order so I see things from a different view. You presented nothing but unfounded opinion. Because that's all you CAN present. There is no evidence to support you if we were to debate my argument. I'm pretty much an expert in this field fool.

This is just more of your incorrect bullshit ... Say it again if it makes you feel better ... I am glad to be of service should that be the case.

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[MaryL]

My suggestions are >>

1. Abolish Affirmative Action discrimination against whites (the Trump administration is already moving on this)

2.Liberal dominated schools (clueless about law enforcement & guns) need to get their heads out of their asses, and start training students about how to behave in confrontation with police (or anyone with a gun). # 1 rule >> Keep your HANDS VISIBLE (or else you're dead)

3. Blacks and white liberals need to get a brain about # 2 in this post, and stop bitching every time some black guy gets shot, because he was too stupid to know he had to keep his hands visible. Dudes, things are always going to go wrong if you're stupid. Solution: Don't be stupid.

I am one who is personally willing to do the work of reading, typing and then sharing. I want to respond here with the words of a black author, Michael Eric Dyson.

“My oldest son, Mwata, is an anesthesiologist who lives in NY. My three children have six degrees, two of them from Ivy League schools. But there is no protection, Lord. Sometimes it even incites anger and resentment. Black success often breeds white rage. Black educational advance will not keep a cop with a terminal degree of black revulsion from aiming his ignorance at my children’s bodies.

A couple of years ago Mwata and his oldest son, Mosi, went looking in NJ for a mother’s day gift. Mwata had clocked out of work in Brooklyn in mid-afternoon to pick up Mosi from his after school program in Queens. Mwata didn’t own a car at the time so he rented a Zipcar for the day. Mwata and Mosi set out at five o’clock. Mwata consulted an app on his phone to chart the quickest route. He placed his phone on the dashboard. When he made a right turn onto a street in Harlem, the phone slipped from the dashboard and fell to the floor. As he retrieved his phone, the glare in the dark must have attracted the attention of a cop. Mwata could see the flashing lights from a squad car behind him. He heard the command from the cop’s loudspeaker to pull his car over.

A white cop, about 5’9” and in his early forties, approached the car and asked to see Mwata’s driver’s license. He offered no reason for stopping my son. The cop went back to his car for about ten minutes before returning to Mwata, who asked the policeman why he pulled him over. “It’s illegal to drive and talk on a cell phone at the same time in NY,” the cop replied. Mwata said that even though he had a Washington, D.C. driver’s license, the law certainly made sense. “However, officer, I wasn’t talking on the phone, nor was I texting, for that matter.”

I have always impressed on Mwata the need to be extra courteous and not to in any way rile up the police. It is often an exercise in humiliation, one that white folk barely have to think about, but one that can mean the difference between life and death for us. Mwata tried to make nice with the cop. He informed him that as a physician he had spent many years as a member of trauma teams in Chicago, Phoenix, and NY. He told him he was well aware of the dangers of multitasking while operating a vehicle. He said that he had saved, and unfortunately lost, many lives because of tragic car accidents. Mwata told the cop that his phone had slipped to the floor and he simply picked it up. Now Mosi, who had fallen asleep, began to stir.

The policeman went back and forth with Mwata about driving and talking, and Mwata kept politely insisting he had broken no law. The cop was growing more belligerent and insulting. Still, Mwata tried to placate him by speaking in measured tones. It didn’t help. He even showed the cop a police benevolent association card with the name and cell phone number of a cop he had just treated a couple days earlier. The cop told Mwata the policeman on the card wasn’t in his precinct. He coldly said it meant nothing to him. The cop grew more agitated as he tried to extract from Mwata a confession that he had broken the law. He took a couple of steps away from the car and ominously placed his hand on his gun.

Every time I think of it, Oh, Lord, I shudder. The cop asked Mwata a question that haunts him to this day. He asked, nastily, hatefully, if Mwata were stupid.

You know the quiet anger my son felt at having acquired a world-class education only to be questioned about his intelligence by a white boy whose IQ translated to an Intimidation Quotient provided by a shield that allowed him to mow down smart n****** with impunity. When Mwata said he didn’t know what he meant, and wondered aloud why he asked such a question, the cop got even more agitated. He snapped that he should take Mwata to jail and that my son had no right to be driving a car. He shouted that is his son weren’t with him that he’d have no problem placing Mwata in handcuffs and locking him up. The cop admitted that the only thing that was stopping him was that he had no place to put the five-year old. That may have saved Mwata from certain arrest – who knows?- maybe from an unjust, untimely death.

It was at that moment that the force of everything rained down on Mwata. The cop was threatening, his hand was on his gun, and Mosi had awakened from sleep to see his father being disrespected and threatened by an officer of the law. Fear struck Mwata hard. He glanced at his son in the rearview mirror and had one thought: I don’t want to die tonight. I don’t want my son to see me shot.”

That brings tears to my eyes. What a chilling recognition of the high cost for such a simple offense, all because an enraged white male cop was feeling his oats and seeking to humiliate my son. All because he could get away with it. Even if my son had been guilty, his crime wouldn’t have merited the implied threat of lethal force.

Mwata continued the dance of complete compliance. He nodded his head in agreement with the cop, doing anything he could not to be cut down in front of Mosi. The officer gave Mwata a ticket and a stern warning that if he ever saw him again he would take him straight to jail. Literally five seconds after he left Mwata go the cop pulled over another black motorist. So many whites say they hate the quotas they associate with affirmative action, but quotas don’t seem to bother the white folk in blue who can’t get enough of them as they harass one black citizen after another.

Oh Lord, it fills me with fear, and then anger, and grief, to think that some son of a bitch with a badge and a gun could just take their lives, take our lives, as if it means nothing. I am beyond rage. Oh Lord, at the utter complicity of even good white folk who claim that they care, and yet their voices don’t ring loudly and consistently against an injustice so grave that it sends us to our graves with frightening frequency.”

I shared this because I think it makes sense to read what a black man says about police brutality from personal experience rather than reading someone’s book who has no such expertise. She may quote and list what she believes to be facts, but the person with an argument is never at the mercy of the person with an experience.

Well, damn.Police brutality. I was involved in a near shootout last Wednesday (really truly) and not liking assholes that drag us into that. But that's the world I live I. Stop acting like a racial stereotype, you wont be treated like one. Imagine that.

Did you actually take the time to read this? The gentleman, who is a physician, was not as you say "acting like a racial stereotype" and got harrassed and threatened anyway.

I would actually like to know more about the incident you were involved in though.

Would you? I hate stuff like this. It seems to happen all the bloody time. It's got to end. People need to respect each other.

I am

My suggestions are >>

1. Abolish Affirmative Action discrimination against whites (the Trump administration is already moving on this)

2.Liberal dominated schools (clueless about law enforcement & guns) need to get their heads out of their asses, and start training students about how to behave in confrontation with police (or anyone with a gun). # 1 rule >> Keep your HANDS VISIBLE (or else you're dead)

3. Blacks and white liberals need to get a brain about # 2 in this post, and stop bitching every time some black guy gets shot, because he was too stupid to know he had to keep his hands visible. Dudes, things are always going to go wrong if you're stupid. Solution: Don't be stupid.

I am one who is personally willing to do the work of reading, typing and then sharing. I want to respond here with the words of a black author, Michael Eric Dyson.

“My oldest son, Mwata, is an anesthesiologist who lives in NY. My three children have six degrees, two of them from Ivy League schools. But there is no protection, Lord. Sometimes it even incites anger and resentment. Black success often breeds white rage. Black educational advance will not keep a cop with a terminal degree of black revulsion from aiming his ignorance at my children’s bodies.

A couple of years ago Mwata and his oldest son, Mosi, went looking in NJ for a mother’s day gift. Mwata had clocked out of work in Brooklyn in mid-afternoon to pick up Mosi from his after school program in Queens. Mwata didn’t own a car at the time so he rented a Zipcar for the day. Mwata and Mosi set out at five o’clock. Mwata consulted an app on his phone to chart the quickest route. He placed his phone on the dashboard. When he made a right turn onto a street in Harlem, the phone slipped from the dashboard and fell to the floor. As he retrieved his phone, the glare in the dark must have attracted the attention of a cop. Mwata could see the flashing lights from a squad car behind him. He heard the command from the cop’s loudspeaker to pull his car over.

A white cop, about 5’9” and in his early forties, approached the car and asked to see Mwata’s driver’s license. He offered no reason for stopping my son. The cop went back to his car for about ten minutes before returning to Mwata, who asked the policeman why he pulled him over. “It’s illegal to drive and talk on a cell phone at the same time in NY,” the cop replied. Mwata said that even though he had a Washington, D.C. driver’s license, the law certainly made sense. “However, officer, I wasn’t talking on the phone, nor was I texting, for that matter.”

I have always impressed on Mwata the need to be extra courteous and not to in any way rile up the police. It is often an exercise in humiliation, one that white folk barely have to think about, but one that can mean the difference between life and death for us. Mwata tried to make nice with the cop. He informed him that as a physician he had spent many years as a member of trauma teams in Chicago, Phoenix, and NY. He told him he was well aware of the dangers of multitasking while operating a vehicle. He said that he had saved, and unfortunately lost, many lives because of tragic car accidents. Mwata told the cop that his phone had slipped to the floor and he simply picked it up. Now Mosi, who had fallen asleep, began to stir.

The policeman went back and forth with Mwata about driving and talking, and Mwata kept politely insisting he had broken no law. The cop was growing more belligerent and insulting. Still, Mwata tried to placate him by speaking in measured tones. It didn’t help. He even showed the cop a police benevolent association card with the name and cell phone number of a cop he had just treated a couple days earlier. The cop told Mwata the policeman on the card wasn’t in his precinct. He coldly said it meant nothing to him. The cop grew more agitated as he tried to extract from Mwata a confession that he had broken the law. He took a couple of steps away from the car and ominously placed his hand on his gun.

Every time I think of it, Oh, Lord, I shudder. The cop asked Mwata a question that haunts him to this day. He asked, nastily, hatefully, if Mwata were stupid.

You know the quiet anger my son felt at having acquired a world-class education only to be questioned about his intelligence by a white boy whose IQ translated to an Intimidation Quotient provided by a shield that allowed him to mow down smart n****** with impunity. When Mwata said he didn’t know what he meant, and wondered aloud why he asked such a question, the cop got even more agitated. He snapped that he should take Mwata to jail and that my son had no right to be driving a car. He shouted that is his son weren’t with him that he’d have no problem placing Mwata in handcuffs and locking him up. The cop admitted that the only thing that was stopping him was that he had no place to put the five-year old. That may have saved Mwata from certain arrest – who knows?- maybe from an unjust, untimely death.

It was at that moment that the force of everything rained down on Mwata. The cop was threatening, his hand was on his gun, and Mosi had awakened from sleep to see his father being disrespected and threatened by an officer of the law. Fear struck Mwata hard. He glanced at his son in the rearview mirror and had one thought: I don’t want to die tonight. I don’t want my son to see me shot.”

That brings tears to my eyes. What a chilling recognition of the high cost for such a simple offense, all because an enraged white male cop was feeling his oats and seeking to humiliate my son. All because he could get away with it. Even if my son had been guilty, his crime wouldn’t have merited the implied threat of lethal force.

Mwata continued the dance of complete compliance. He nodded his head in agreement with the cop, doing anything he could not to be cut down in front of Mosi. The officer gave Mwata a ticket and a stern warning that if he ever saw him again he would take him straight to jail. Literally five seconds after he left Mwata go the cop pulled over another black motorist. So many whites say they hate the quotas they associate with affirmative action, but quotas don’t seem to bother the white folk in blue who can’t get enough of them as they harass one black citizen after another.

Oh Lord, it fills me with fear, and then anger, and grief, to think that some son of a bitch with a badge and a gun could just take their lives, take our lives, as if it means nothing. I am beyond rage. Oh Lord, at the utter complicity of even good white folk who claim that they care, and yet their voices don’t ring loudly and consistently against an injustice so grave that it sends us to our graves with frightening frequency.”

I shared this because I think it makes sense to read what a black man says about police brutality from personal experience rather than reading someone’s book who has no such expertise. She may quote and list what she believes to be facts, but the person with an argument is never at the mercy of the person with an experience.

Well, damn.Police brutality. I was involved in a near shootout last Wednesday (really truly) and not liking assholes that drag us into that. But that's the world I live I. Stop acting like a racial stereotype, you wont be treated like one. Imagine that.

Did you actually take the time to read this? The gentleman, who is a physician, was not as you say "acting like a racial stereotype" and got harrassed and threatened anyway.

I would actually like to know more about the incident you were involved in though.

Would you? I hate stuff like this. It seems to happen all the bloody time. It's got to end. People need to respect each other.

I think we would be better served hearing both sides. Because if what you say happens to you all the time, it might just be due to the fact you don't respect others based on skin color. For you to say that people need to stop acting like a racial stereotype shows me a lot about what might have happened. Because who are you referring and what was the racial stereotype?

Because I'm 56 and until 2 years ago I lived in the hood and not once did I face what you say you face all the i

My suggestions are >>

1. Abolish Affirmative Action discrimination against whites (the Trump administration is already moving on this)

2.Liberal dominated schools (clueless about law enforcement & guns) need to get their heads out of their asses, and start training students about how to behave in confrontation with police (or anyone with a gun). # 1 rule >> Keep your HANDS VISIBLE (or else you're dead)

3. Blacks and white liberals need to get a brain about # 2 in this post, and stop bitching every time some black guy gets shot, because he was too stupid to know he had to keep his hands visible. Dudes, things are always going to go wrong if you're stupid. Solution: Don't be stupid.

I am one who is personally willing to do the work of reading, typing and then sharing. I want to respond here with the words of a black author, Michael Eric Dyson.

“My oldest son, Mwata, is an anesthesiologist who lives in NY. My three children have six degrees, two of them from Ivy League schools. But there is no protection, Lord. Sometimes it even incites anger and resentment. Black success often breeds white rage. Black educational advance will not keep a cop with a terminal degree of black revulsion from aiming his ignorance at my children’s bodies.

A couple of years ago Mwata and his oldest son, Mosi, went looking in NJ for a mother’s day gift. Mwata had clocked out of work in Brooklyn in mid-afternoon to pick up Mosi from his after school program in Queens. Mwata didn’t own a car at the time so he rented a Zipcar for the day. Mwata and Mosi set out at five o’clock. Mwata consulted an app on his phone to chart the quickest route. He placed his phone on the dashboard. When he made a right turn onto a street in Harlem, the phone slipped from the dashboard and fell to the floor. As he retrieved his phone, the glare in the dark must have attracted the attention of a cop. Mwata could see the flashing lights from a squad car behind him. He heard the command from the cop’s loudspeaker to pull his car over.

A white cop, about 5’9” and in his early forties, approached the car and asked to see Mwata’s driver’s license. He offered no reason for stopping my son. The cop went back to his car for about ten minutes before returning to Mwata, who asked the policeman why he pulled him over. “It’s illegal to drive and talk on a cell phone at the same time in NY,” the cop replied. Mwata said that even though he had a Washington, D.C. driver’s license, the law certainly made sense. “However, officer, I wasn’t talking on the phone, nor was I texting, for that matter.”

I have always impressed on Mwata the need to be extra courteous and not to in any way rile up the police. It is often an exercise in humiliation, one that white folk barely have to think about, but one that can mean the difference between life and death for us. Mwata tried to make nice with the cop. He informed him that as a physician he had spent many years as a member of trauma teams in Chicago, Phoenix, and NY. He told him he was well aware of the dangers of multitasking while operating a vehicle. He said that he had saved, and unfortunately lost, many lives because of tragic car accidents. Mwata told the cop that his phone had slipped to the floor and he simply picked it up. Now Mosi, who had fallen asleep, began to stir.

The policeman went back and forth with Mwata about driving and talking, and Mwata kept politely insisting he had broken no law. The cop was growing more belligerent and insulting. Still, Mwata tried to placate him by speaking in measured tones. It didn’t help. He even showed the cop a police benevolent association card with the name and cell phone number of a cop he had just treated a couple days earlier. The cop told Mwata the policeman on the card wasn’t in his precinct. He coldly said it meant nothing to him. The cop grew more agitated as he tried to extract from Mwata a confession that he had broken the law. He took a couple of steps away from the car and ominously placed his hand on his gun.

Every time I think of it, Oh, Lord, I shudder. The cop asked Mwata a question that haunts him to this day. He asked, nastily, hatefully, if Mwata were stupid.

You know the quiet anger my son felt at having acquired a world-class education only to be questioned about his intelligence by a white boy whose IQ translated to an Intimidation Quotient provided by a shield that allowed him to mow down smart n****** with impunity. When Mwata said he didn’t know what he meant, and wondered aloud why he asked such a question, the cop got even more agitated. He snapped that he should take Mwata to jail and that my son had no right to be driving a car. He shouted that is his son weren’t with him that he’d have no problem placing Mwata in handcuffs and locking him up. The cop admitted that the only thing that was stopping him was that he had no place to put the five-year old. That may have saved Mwata from certain arrest – who knows?- maybe from an unjust, untimely death.

It was at that moment that the force of everything rained down on Mwata. The cop was threatening, his hand was on his gun, and Mosi had awakened from sleep to see his father being disrespected and threatened by an officer of the law. Fear struck Mwata hard. He glanced at his son in the rearview mirror and had one thought: I don’t want to die tonight. I don’t want my son to see me shot.”

That brings tears to my eyes. What a chilling recognition of the high cost for such a simple offense, all because an enraged white male cop was feeling his oats and seeking to humiliate my son. All because he could get away with it. Even if my son had been guilty, his crime wouldn’t have merited the implied threat of lethal force.

Mwata continued the dance of complete compliance. He nodded his head in agreement with the cop, doing anything he could not to be cut down in front of Mosi. The officer gave Mwata a ticket and a stern warning that if he ever saw him again he would take him straight to jail. Literally five seconds after he left Mwata go the cop pulled over another black motorist. So many whites say they hate the quotas they associate with affirmative action, but quotas don’t seem to bother the white folk in blue who can’t get enough of them as they harass one black citizen after another.

Oh Lord, it fills me with fear, and then anger, and grief, to think that some son of a bitch with a badge and a gun could just take their lives, take our lives, as if it means nothing. I am beyond rage. Oh Lord, at the utter complicity of even good white folk who claim that they care, and yet their voices don’t ring loudly and consistently against an injustice so grave that it sends us to our graves with frightening frequency.”

I shared this because I think it makes sense to read what a black man says about police brutality from personal experience rather than reading someone’s book who has no such expertise. She may quote and list what she believes to be facts, but the person with an argument is never at the mercy of the person with an experience.

Well, damn.Police brutality. I was involved in a near shootout last Wednesday (really truly) and not liking assholes that drag us into that. But that's the world I live I. Stop acting like a racial stereotype, you wont be treated like one. Imagine that.

Did you actually take the time to read this? The gentleman, who is a physician, was not as you say "acting like a racial stereotype" and got harrassed and threatened anyway.

I would actually like to know more about the incident you were involved in though.

Would you? I hate stuff like this. It seems to happen all the bloody time. It's got to end. People need to respect each other.

I think we would be better served hearing both sides. Because if what you say happens to you all the time, it might just be due to the fact you don't respect others based on skin color. For you to say that people need to stop acting like a racial stereotype shows me a lot about what might have happened. Because who are you referring and what was the racial stereotype?

Because I'm 56 and until 2 years ago I lived in the hood and not once did I face what you say you face all the time. And neither did the whites who lived there.

I hear ya. I live with (poor) blacks, they are so toxic and antithetical to freedom and the well being of humanity. Blacks, hmmm. Racism is bad, yes. Black self hate is worse. The delusions of ending racism is self deception. Especially when blacks murder each other in huge numbers. racism pales.

 

[MaryL]

I am one who is personally willing to do the work of reading, typing and then sharing. I want to respond here with the words of a black author, Michael Eric Dyson.

“My oldest son, Mwata, is an anesthesiologist who lives in NY. My three children have six degrees, two of them from Ivy League schools. But there is no protection, Lord. Sometimes it even incites anger and resentment. Black success often breeds white rage. Black educational advance will not keep a cop with a terminal degree of black revulsion from aiming his ignorance at my children’s bodies.

A couple of years ago Mwata and his oldest son, Mosi, went looking in NJ for a mother’s day gift. Mwata had clocked out of work in Brooklyn in mid-afternoon to pick up Mosi from his after school program in Queens. Mwata didn’t own a car at the time so he rented a Zipcar for the day. Mwata and Mosi set out at five o’clock. Mwata consulted an app on his phone to chart the quickest route. He placed his phone on the dashboard. When he made a right turn onto a street in Harlem, the phone slipped from the dashboard and fell to the floor. As he retrieved his phone, the glare in the dark must have attracted the attention of a cop. Mwata could see the flashing lights from a squad car behind him. He heard the command from the cop’s loudspeaker to pull his car over.

A white cop, about 5’9” and in his early forties, approached the car and asked to see Mwata’s driver’s license. He offered no reason for stopping my son. The cop went back to his car for about ten minutes before returning to Mwata, who asked the policeman why he pulled him over. “It’s illegal to drive and talk on a cell phone at the same time in NY,” the cop replied. Mwata said that even though he had a Washington, D.C. driver’s license, the law certainly made sense. “However, officer, I wasn’t talking on the phone, nor was I texting, for that matter.”

I have always impressed on Mwata the need to be extra courteous and not to in any way rile up the police. It is often an exercise in humiliation, one that white folk barely have to think about, but one that can mean the difference between life and death for us. Mwata tried to make nice with the cop. He informed him that as a physician he had spent many years as a member of trauma teams in Chicago, Phoenix, and NY. He told him he was well aware of the dangers of multitasking while operating a vehicle. He said that he had saved, and unfortunately lost, many lives because of tragic car accidents. Mwata told the cop that his phone had slipped to the floor and he simply picked it up. Now Mosi, who had fallen asleep, began to stir.

The policeman went back and forth with Mwata about driving and talking, and Mwata kept politely insisting he had broken no law. The cop was growing more belligerent and insulting. Still, Mwata tried to placate him by speaking in measured tones. It didn’t help. He even showed the cop a police benevolent association card with the name and cell phone number of a cop he had just treated a couple days earlier. The cop told Mwata the policeman on the card wasn’t in his precinct. He coldly said it meant nothing to him. The cop grew more agitated as he tried to extract from Mwata a confession that he had broken the law. He took a couple of steps away from the car and ominously placed his hand on his gun.

Every time I think of it, Oh, Lord, I shudder. The cop asked Mwata a question that haunts him to this day. He asked, nastily, hatefully, if Mwata were stupid.

You know the quiet anger my son felt at having acquired a world-class education only to be questioned about his intelligence by a white boy whose IQ translated to an Intimidation Quotient provided by a shield that allowed him to mow down smart n****** with impunity. When Mwata said he didn’t know what he meant, and wondered aloud why he asked such a question, the cop got even more agitated. He snapped that he should take Mwata to jail and that my son had no right to be driving a car. He shouted that is his son weren’t with him that he’d have no problem placing Mwata in handcuffs and locking him up. The cop admitted that the only thing that was stopping him was that he had no place to put the five-year old. That may have saved Mwata from certain arrest – who knows?- maybe from an unjust, untimely death.

It was at that moment that the force of everything rained down on Mwata. The cop was threatening, his hand was on his gun, and Mosi had awakened from sleep to see his father being disrespected and threatened by an officer of the law. Fear struck Mwata hard. He glanced at his son in the rearview mirror and had one thought: I don’t want to die tonight. I don’t want my son to see me shot.”

That brings tears to my eyes. What a chilling recognition of the high cost for such a simple offense, all because an enraged white male cop was feeling his oats and seeking to humiliate my son. All because he could get away with it. Even if my son had been guilty, his crime wouldn’t have merited the implied threat of lethal force.

Mwata continued the dance of complete compliance. He nodded his head in agreement with the cop, doing anything he could not to be cut down in front of Mosi. The officer gave Mwata a ticket and a stern warning that if he ever saw him again he would take him straight to jail. Literally five seconds after he left Mwata go the cop pulled over another black motorist. So many whites say they hate the quotas they associate with affirmative action, but quotas don’t seem to bother the white folk in blue who can’t get enough of them as they harass one black citizen after another.

Oh Lord, it fills me with fear, and then anger, and grief, to think that some son of a bitch with a badge and a gun could just take their lives, take our lives, as if it means nothing. I am beyond rage. Oh Lord, at the utter complicity of even good white folk who claim that they care, and yet their voices don’t ring loudly and consistently against an injustice so grave that it sends us to our graves with frightening frequency.”

I shared this because I think it makes sense to read what a black man says about police brutality from personal experience rather than reading someone’s book who has no such expertise. She may quote and list what she believes to be facts, but the person with an argument is never at the mercy of the person with an experience.

Well, damn.Police brutality. I was involved in a near shootout last Wednesday (really truly) and not liking assholes that drag us into that. But that's the world I live I. Stop acting like a racial stereotype, you wont be treated like one. Imagine that.

Did you actually take the time to read this? The gentleman, who is a physician, was not as you say "acting like a racial stereotype" and got harrassed and threatened anyway.

I would actually like to know more about the incident you were involved in though.

Would you? I hate stuff like this. It seems to happen all the bloody time. It's got to end. People need to respect each other.

I am

I am one who is personally willing to do the work of reading, typing and then sharing. I want to respond here with the words of a black author, Michael Eric Dyson.

“My oldest son, Mwata, is an anesthesiologist who lives in NY. My three children have six degrees, two of them from Ivy League schools. But there is no protection, Lord. Sometimes it even incites anger and resentment. Black success often breeds white rage. Black educational advance will not keep a cop with a terminal degree of black revulsion from aiming his ignorance at my children’s bodies.

A couple of years ago Mwata and his oldest son, Mosi, went looking in NJ for a mother’s day gift. Mwata had clocked out of work in Brooklyn in mid-afternoon to pick up Mosi from his after school program in Queens. Mwata didn’t own a car at the time so he rented a Zipcar for the day. Mwata and Mosi set out at five o’clock. Mwata consulted an app on his phone to chart the quickest route. He placed his phone on the dashboard. When he made a right turn onto a street in Harlem, the phone slipped from the dashboard and fell to the floor. As he retrieved his phone, the glare in the dark must have attracted the attention of a cop. Mwata could see the flashing lights from a squad car behind him. He heard the command from the cop’s loudspeaker to pull his car over.

A white cop, about 5’9” and in his early forties, approached the car and asked to see Mwata’s driver’s license. He offered no reason for stopping my son. The cop went back to his car for about ten minutes before returning to Mwata, who asked the policeman why he pulled him over. “It’s illegal to drive and talk on a cell phone at the same time in NY,” the cop replied. Mwata said that even though he had a Washington, D.C. driver’s license, the law certainly made sense. “However, officer, I wasn’t talking on the phone, nor was I texting, for that matter.”

I have always impressed on Mwata the need to be extra courteous and not to in any way rile up the police. It is often an exercise in humiliation, one that white folk barely have to think about, but one that can mean the difference between life and death for us. Mwata tried to make nice with the cop. He informed him that as a physician he had spent many years as a member of trauma teams in Chicago, Phoenix, and NY. He told him he was well aware of the dangers of multitasking while operating a vehicle. He said that he had saved, and unfortunately lost, many lives because of tragic car accidents. Mwata told the cop that his phone had slipped to the floor and he simply picked it up. Now Mosi, who had fallen asleep, began to stir.

The policeman went back and forth with Mwata about driving and talking, and Mwata kept politely insisting he had broken no law. The cop was growing more belligerent and insulting. Still, Mwata tried to placate him by speaking in measured tones. It didn’t help. He even showed the cop a police benevolent association card with the name and cell phone number of a cop he had just treated a couple days earlier. The cop told Mwata the policeman on the card wasn’t in his precinct. He coldly said it meant nothing to him. The cop grew more agitated as he tried to extract from Mwata a confession that he had broken the law. He took a couple of steps away from the car and ominously placed his hand on his gun.

Every time I think of it, Oh, Lord, I shudder. The cop asked Mwata a question that haunts him to this day. He asked, nastily, hatefully, if Mwata were stupid.

You know the quiet anger my son felt at having acquired a world-class education only to be questioned about his intelligence by a white boy whose IQ translated to an Intimidation Quotient provided by a shield that allowed him to mow down smart n****** with impunity. When Mwata said he didn’t know what he meant, and wondered aloud why he asked such a question, the cop got even more agitated. He snapped that he should take Mwata to jail and that my son had no right to be driving a car. He shouted that is his son weren’t with him that he’d have no problem placing Mwata in handcuffs and locking him up. The cop admitted that the only thing that was stopping him was that he had no place to put the five-year old. That may have saved Mwata from certain arrest – who knows?- maybe from an unjust, untimely death.

It was at that moment that the force of everything rained down on Mwata. The cop was threatening, his hand was on his gun, and Mosi had awakened from sleep to see his father being disrespected and threatened by an officer of the law. Fear struck Mwata hard. He glanced at his son in the rearview mirror and had one thought: I don’t want to die tonight. I don’t want my son to see me shot.”

That brings tears to my eyes. What a chilling recognition of the high cost for such a simple offense, all because an enraged white male cop was feeling his oats and seeking to humiliate my son. All because he could get away with it. Even if my son had been guilty, his crime wouldn’t have merited the implied threat of lethal force.

Mwata continued the dance of complete compliance. He nodded his head in agreement with the cop, doing anything he could not to be cut down in front of Mosi. The officer gave Mwata a ticket and a stern warning that if he ever saw him again he would take him straight to jail. Literally five seconds after he left Mwata go the cop pulled over another black motorist. So many whites say they hate the quotas they associate with affirmative action, but quotas don’t seem to bother the white folk in blue who can’t get enough of them as they harass one black citizen after another.

Oh Lord, it fills me with fear, and then anger, and grief, to think that some son of a bitch with a badge and a gun could just take their lives, take our lives, as if it means nothing. I am beyond rage. Oh Lord, at the utter complicity of even good white folk who claim that they care, and yet their voices don’t ring loudly and consistently against an injustice so grave that it sends us to our graves with frightening frequency.”

I shared this because I think it makes sense to read what a black man says about police brutality from personal experience rather than reading someone’s book who has no such expertise. She may quote and list what she believes to be facts, but the person with an argument is never at the mercy of the person with an experience.

Well, damn.Police brutality. I was involved in a near shootout last Wednesday (really truly) and not liking assholes that drag us into that. But that's the world I live I. Stop acting like a racial stereotype, you wont be treated like one. Imagine that.

Did you actually take the time to read this? The gentleman, who is a physician, was not as you say "acting like a racial stereotype" and got harrassed and threatened anyway.

I would actually like to know more about the incident you were involved in though.

Would you? I hate stuff like this. It seems to happen all the bloody time. It's got to end. People need to respect each other.

I think we would be better served hearing both sides. Because if what you say happens to you all the time, it might just be due to the fact you don't respect others based on skin color. For you to say that people need to stop acting like a racial stereotype shows me a lot about what might have happened. Because who are you referring and what was the racial stereotype?

Because I'm 56 and until 2 years ago I lived in the hood and not once did I face what you say you face all the i

I am one who is personally willing to do the work of reading, typing and then sharing. I want to respond here with the words of a black author, Michael Eric Dyson.

“My oldest son, Mwata, is an anesthesiologist who lives in NY. My three children have six degrees, two of them from Ivy League schools. But there is no protection, Lord. Sometimes it even incites anger and resentment. Black success often breeds white rage. Black educational advance will not keep a cop with a terminal degree of black revulsion from aiming his ignorance at my children’s bodies.

A couple of years ago Mwata and his oldest son, Mosi, went looking in NJ for a mother’s day gift. Mwata had clocked out of work in Brooklyn in mid-afternoon to pick up Mosi from his after school program in Queens. Mwata didn’t own a car at the time so he rented a Zipcar for the day. Mwata and Mosi set out at five o’clock. Mwata consulted an app on his phone to chart the quickest route. He placed his phone on the dashboard. When he made a right turn onto a street in Harlem, the phone slipped from the dashboard and fell to the floor. As he retrieved his phone, the glare in the dark must have attracted the attention of a cop. Mwata could see the flashing lights from a squad car behind him. He heard the command from the cop’s loudspeaker to pull his car over.

A white cop, about 5’9” and in his early forties, approached the car and asked to see Mwata’s driver’s license. He offered no reason for stopping my son. The cop went back to his car for about ten minutes before returning to Mwata, who asked the policeman why he pulled him over. “It’s illegal to drive and talk on a cell phone at the same time in NY,” the cop replied. Mwata said that even though he had a Washington, D.C. driver’s license, the law certainly made sense. “However, officer, I wasn’t talking on the phone, nor was I texting, for that matter.”

I have always impressed on Mwata the need to be extra courteous and not to in any way rile up the police. It is often an exercise in humiliation, one that white folk barely have to think about, but one that can mean the difference between life and death for us. Mwata tried to make nice with the cop. He informed him that as a physician he had spent many years as a member of trauma teams in Chicago, Phoenix, and NY. He told him he was well aware of the dangers of multitasking while operating a vehicle. He said that he had saved, and unfortunately lost, many lives because of tragic car accidents. Mwata told the cop that his phone had slipped to the floor and he simply picked it up. Now Mosi, who had fallen asleep, began to stir.

The policeman went back and forth with Mwata about driving and talking, and Mwata kept politely insisting he had broken no law. The cop was growing more belligerent and insulting. Still, Mwata tried to placate him by speaking in measured tones. It didn’t help. He even showed the cop a police benevolent association card with the name and cell phone number of a cop he had just treated a couple days earlier. The cop told Mwata the policeman on the card wasn’t in his precinct. He coldly said it meant nothing to him. The cop grew more agitated as he tried to extract from Mwata a confession that he had broken the law. He took a couple of steps away from the car and ominously placed his hand on his gun.

Every time I think of it, Oh, Lord, I shudder. The cop asked Mwata a question that haunts him to this day. He asked, nastily, hatefully, if Mwata were stupid.

You know the quiet anger my son felt at having acquired a world-class education only to be questioned about his intelligence by a white boy whose IQ translated to an Intimidation Quotient provided by a shield that allowed him to mow down smart n****** with impunity. When Mwata said he didn’t know what he meant, and wondered aloud why he asked such a question, the cop got even more agitated. He snapped that he should take Mwata to jail and that my son had no right to be driving a car. He shouted that is his son weren’t with him that he’d have no problem placing Mwata in handcuffs and locking him up. The cop admitted that the only thing that was stopping him was that he had no place to put the five-year old. That may have saved Mwata from certain arrest – who knows?- maybe from an unjust, untimely death.

It was at that moment that the force of everything rained down on Mwata. The cop was threatening, his hand was on his gun, and Mosi had awakened from sleep to see his father being disrespected and threatened by an officer of the law. Fear struck Mwata hard. He glanced at his son in the rearview mirror and had one thought: I don’t want to die tonight. I don’t want my son to see me shot.”

That brings tears to my eyes. What a chilling recognition of the high cost for such a simple offense, all because an enraged white male cop was feeling his oats and seeking to humiliate my son. All because he could get away with it. Even if my son had been guilty, his crime wouldn’t have merited the implied threat of lethal force.

Mwata continued the dance of complete compliance. He nodded his head in agreement with the cop, doing anything he could not to be cut down in front of Mosi. The officer gave Mwata a ticket and a stern warning that if he ever saw him again he would take him straight to jail. Literally five seconds after he left Mwata go the cop pulled over another black motorist. So many whites say they hate the quotas they associate with affirmative action, but quotas don’t seem to bother the white folk in blue who can’t get enough of them as they harass one black citizen after another.

Oh Lord, it fills me with fear, and then anger, and grief, to think that some son of a bitch with a badge and a gun could just take their lives, take our lives, as if it means nothing. I am beyond rage. Oh Lord, at the utter complicity of even good white folk who claim that they care, and yet their voices don’t ring loudly and consistently against an injustice so grave that it sends us to our graves with frightening frequency.”

I shared this because I think it makes sense to read what a black man says about police brutality from personal experience rather than reading someone’s book who has no such expertise. She may quote and list what she believes to be facts, but the person with an argument is never at the mercy of the person with an experience.

Well, damn.Police brutality. I was involved in a near shootout last Wednesday (really truly) and not liking assholes that drag us into that. But that's the world I live I. Stop acting like a racial stereotype, you wont be treated like one. Imagine that.

Did you actually take the time to read this? The gentleman, who is a physician, was not as you say "acting like a racial stereotype" and got harrassed and threatened anyway.

I would actually like to know more about the incident you were involved in though.

Would you? I hate stuff like this. It seems to happen all the bloody time. It's got to end. People need to respect each other.

I think we would be better served hearing both sides. Because if what you say happens to you all the time, it might just be due to the fact you don't respect others based on skin color. For you to say that people need to stop acting like a racial stereotype shows me a lot about what might have happened. Because who are you referring and what was the racial stereotype?

Because I'm 56 and until 2 years ago I lived in the hood and not once did I face what you say you face all the time. And neither did the whites who lived there.

.

I hear ya. I live with (poor) blacks, they are so toxic and antithetical to freedom and the well being of humanity. Blacks, hmmm. Racism is bad, yes. Black self hate is worse. The delusions of ending racism is self deception. Especially when blacks murder each other in huge numbers. Racism pales in comparison.

 

[protectionist]

I am one who is personally willing to do the work of reading, typing and then sharing. I want to respond here with the words of a black author, Michael Eric Dyson.

“My oldest son, Mwata, is an anesthesiologist who lives in NY. My three children have six degrees, two of them from Ivy League schools. But there is no protection, Lord. Sometimes it even incites anger and resentment. Black success often breeds white rage. Black educational advance will not keep a cop with a terminal degree of black revulsion from aiming his ignorance at my children’s bodies.

A couple of years ago Mwata and his oldest son, Mosi, went looking in NJ for a mother’s day gift. Mwata had clocked out of work in Brooklyn in mid-afternoon to pick up Mosi from his after school program in Queens. Mwata didn’t own a car at the time so he rented a Zipcar for the day. Mwata and Mosi set out at five o’clock. Mwata consulted an app on his phone to chart the quickest route. He placed his phone on the dashboard. When he made a right turn onto a street in Harlem, the phone slipped from the dashboard and fell to the floor. As he retrieved his phone, the glare in the dark must have attracted the attention of a cop. Mwata could see the flashing lights from a squad car behind him. He heard the command from the cop’s loudspeaker to pull his car over.

A white cop, about 5’9” and in his early forties, approached the car and asked to see Mwata’s driver’s license. He offered no reason for stopping my son. The cop went back to his car for about ten minutes before returning to Mwata, who asked the policeman why he pulled him over. “It’s illegal to drive and talk on a cell phone at the same time in NY,” the cop replied. Mwata said that even though he had a Washington, D.C. driver’s license, the law certainly made sense. “However, officer, I wasn’t talking on the phone, nor was I texting, for that matter.”

I have always impressed on Mwata the need to be extra courteous and not to in any way rile up the police. It is often an exercise in humiliation, one that white folk barely have to think about, but one that can mean the difference between life and death for us. Mwata tried to make nice with the cop. He informed him that as a physician he had spent many years as a member of trauma teams in Chicago, Phoenix, and NY. He told him he was well aware of the dangers of multitasking while operating a vehicle. He said that he had saved, and unfortunately lost, many lives because of tragic car accidents. Mwata told the cop that his phone had slipped to the floor and he simply picked it up. Now Mosi, who had fallen asleep, began to stir.

The policeman went back and forth with Mwata about driving and talking, and Mwata kept politely insisting he had broken no law. The cop was growing more belligerent and insulting. Still, Mwata tried to placate him by speaking in measured tones. It didn’t help. He even showed the cop a police benevolent association card with the name and cell phone number of a cop he had just treated a couple days earlier. The cop told Mwata the policeman on the card wasn’t in his precinct. He coldly said it meant nothing to him. The cop grew more agitated as he tried to extract from Mwata a confession that he had broken the law. He took a couple of steps away from the car and ominously placed his hand on his gun.

Every time I think of it, Oh, Lord, I shudder. The cop asked Mwata a question that haunts him to this day. He asked, nastily, hatefully, if Mwata were stupid.

You know the quiet anger my son felt at having acquired a world-class education only to be questioned about his intelligence by a white boy whose IQ translated to an Intimidation Quotient provided by a shield that allowed him to mow down smart n****** with impunity. When Mwata said he didn’t know what he meant, and wondered aloud why he asked such a question, the cop got even more agitated. He snapped that he should take Mwata to jail and that my son had no right to be driving a car. He shouted that is his son weren’t with him that he’d have no problem placing Mwata in handcuffs and locking him up. The cop admitted that the only thing that was stopping him was that he had no place to put the five-year old. That may have saved Mwata from certain arrest – who knows?- maybe from an unjust, untimely death.

It was at that moment that the force of everything rained down on Mwata. The cop was threatening, his hand was on his gun, and Mosi had awakened from sleep to see his father being disrespected and threatened by an officer of the law. Fear struck Mwata hard. He glanced at his son in the rearview mirror and had one thought: I don’t want to die tonight. I don’t want my son to see me shot.”

That brings tears to my eyes. What a chilling recognition of the high cost for such a simple offense, all because an enraged white male cop was feeling his oats and seeking to humiliate my son. All because he could get away with it. Even if my son had been guilty, his crime wouldn’t have merited the implied threat of lethal force.

Mwata continued the dance of complete compliance. He nodded his head in agreement with the cop, doing anything he could not to be cut down in front of Mosi. The officer gave Mwata a ticket and a stern warning that if he ever saw him again he would take him straight to jail. Literally five seconds after he left Mwata go the cop pulled over another black motorist. So many whites say they hate the quotas they associate with affirmative action, but quotas don’t seem to bother the white folk in blue who can’t get enough of them as they harass one black citizen after another.

Oh Lord, it fills me with fear, and then anger, and grief, to think that some son of a bitch with a badge and a gun could just take their lives, take our lives, as if it means nothing. I am beyond rage. Oh Lord, at the utter complicity of even good white folk who claim that they care, and yet their voices don’t ring loudly and consistently against an injustice so grave that it sends us to our graves with frightening frequency.”

I shared this because I think it makes sense to read what a black man says about police brutality from personal experience rather than reading someone’s book who has no such expertise. She may quote and list what she believes to be facts, but the person with an argument is never at the mercy of the person with an experience.

I didn't read this post because 1) it's too long and 2) I've heard Michael Eric Dyson speak before, and I consider him an idiot, without a gram of credibility. I believe Ann Coulter and her factual reports, a ton more than I would ever believe a word from Dyson.

Just glancing at one sentence it looks like the usual Dyson BS. >. "the white folk in blue who can’t get enough of them as they harass one black citizen after another" Really, Micheal ? And what % of cops would that be ? 1 % ? 0.5%. And did Michael ever take the trouble to see if the particular white cops he complains about, aren't harassing whites and Hispanics also, just because they are that way, rather than the color of their targets.

If black people would take the time to read the book Mugged by Ann Coulter, they would discover that they aren't the only ones getting shafted in our society, and they aren't the ones getting shafted by Affirmative Action either. They're the beneficiaries of that.

And they're not the only ones whose ancestors were slaves on southern American plantations. My Irish ancestors (Jacobites) were slaves on plantation in North Carolina, after they were sent there by the English, after the battle of Cullendan in Scotland in 1746. Thousands of whites (Scots, Irish, and French) were sent, and lived out their lives in slavery.

 

[protectionist]

So little Tamir Rice would have been presumed innocent in court had he not been shot and killed within two seconds of the police car arriving. And Walter Scott, who was literally running away from the officer, would have been presumed innocent by the court had he not been killed while running away. Seems like the officers sometimes become judge, jury and executioner on the spot.

NO, they are acting as they should. In the case of Tamir Rice, Laquan McDonald, Terrence Crutcher, Philando Castile, et al, the cops shot in self-defense. It is up to the suspect to follow the directions of the officer, especially the one that says "Let me see your hands". If the suspect doesn't follow instruction, the cop has no choice but to shoot to defend himself. It take a half a second to pull out a gun and fire. The cops don't gamble with their lives, and they shouldn't.

In the case of Walter Scott, he was shot in accordance with the law, and he was acquitted of the shooting charge, which only existed to appease the black voting majority in that South Carolina county. Michael Slager fired in accordance with the Fleeing Felon Rule which instructs him to fire (and fire a lot), when a felon is fleeing, to prevent the escape posing a danger to the community.

 

[protectionist]

I will say this about Sowell, his so called opinions are very irresponsible and dangerous. They border on lies and are really not completely fact based. He is an economist by education, not a sociologist. His quote is really an example of missing the boat entirely.

Invalidation is hard-wired into liberals.

 

[BlackSand]

And they're not the only ones whose ancestors were slaves on southern American plantations. My Irish ancestors (Jacobites) were slaves on plantation in North Carolina, after they were sent there by the English, after the battle of Cullendan in Scotland in 1746. Thousands of whites (Scots, Irish, and French) were sent, and lived out their lives in slavery.

Yeah ... But white slaves weren't even worth talking about.
Most of the time it is chalked up to indentured servitude ... But that wasn't always the case.

The book White Cargo ~ by Don Jordan and Michael Walsh ... Examines abuses within indentured servitude and other white slavery.
Most people don't know where the word kidnapped comes from ... They aren't familiar with children being snatched off the streets in England and shipped to the States.

But one slavery isn't an excuse for another ... And I don't see where dwelling on it serves much use now.
We just don't need to repeat the mistakes we made before.

.

 

[protectionist]

William Julius Wilson, a giant in the field of sociology said this about Sowell.

Reviewing Sowell's 1984 book Civil Rights: Rhetoric or Reality? for the New York Times, University of Chicago sociologist William Julius Wilson said that Sowell did not explore "reasonable alternative explanations and hypotheses" in his critiques of affirmative action. For instance, regarding Sowell's theory that women are underrepresented in fields such as law and engineering because of the heavy responsibilities of marriage (such as childrearing and other household work), Wilson wrote: "A plausible alternative to Mr. Sowell's hypothesis on women's pay differentials and occupational segregation is that women are virtually excluded from many desirable positions and therefore crowd into obtainable occupations."

Sowell has half assed his way into wealth because of dumb white conservatives who suck up his message only because it validates their racial views.

The half-assing is Wilson's dumb statement that you quoted here. No, it is NOT plausible, because there's nothing to explain it. Sowell's argument is valid, with a plausible explanation, and it's the same true explanation which answers the many BS liberals who say women get paid less than men for the same work.

This faulty notion is based on how much money women receive yearly, compared to men. They get less, but it's because they work less hours (as Sowell correctly alluded to) not because of exclusion or discrimination. In fact, women have advantage over men, because they get jobs and promotions, that men don't, through Affirmative Action.

 

[protectionist]

Yeah ... But white slaves weren't even worth talking about.
Most of the time it is chalked up to indentured servitude ... But that wasn't always the case.

The book White Cargo ~ by Don Jordan and Michael Walsh ... Examines abuses within indentured servitude and other white slavery.
Most people don't know where the word kidnapped comes from ... They aren't familiar with children being snatched off the streets in England and shipped to the States.

But one slavery isn't an excuse for another ... And I don't see where dwelling on it serves much use now.
We just don't need to repeat the mistakes we made before.

.

"white slaves weren't even worth talking about" ? >> What on earth does that mean ?

 

[BlackSand]

William Julius Wilson, a giant in the field of sociology said this about Sowell.

Reviewing Sowell's 1984 book Civil Rights: Rhetoric or Reality? for the New York Times, University of Chicago sociologist William Julius Wilson said that Sowell did not explore "reasonable alternative explanations and hypotheses" in his critiques of affirmative action. For instance, regarding Sowell's theory that women are underrepresented in fields such as law and engineering because of the heavy responsibilities of marriage (such as childrearing and other household work), Wilson wrote: "A plausible alternative to Mr. Sowell's hypothesis on women's pay differentials and occupational segregation is that women are virtually excluded from many desirable positions and therefore crowd into obtainable occupations."

Sowell has half assed his way into wealth because of dumb white conservatives who suck up his message only because it validates their racial views.

The half-assing is Wilson's dumb statement that you quoted here. No, it is NOT plausible, because there's nothing to explain it. Sowell's argument is valid, with a plausible explanation, and it's the same true explanation which answers the many BS liberals who say women get paid less than men for the same work.

This faulty notion is based on how much money women receive yearly, compared to men. They get less, but it's because they work less hours (as Sowell correctly alluded to) not because of exclusion or discrimination. In fact, women have advantage over men, because they get jobs and promotions, that men don't, through Affirmative Action.

Believe it or not ... I side with you in the idea of getting rid of Affirmative Action.
The funny part is that I take that side pretty much for a reason that IM2 has mentioned.

I think it is more useless than helpful in most situations where quotas aren't enforced ... At least in employment opportunities.
There is no way to enforce it if you don't apply quotas ... And quotas would demand hiring people that may not be qualified for the job.
If you don't have quotas ... Then an employer can always find an excuse not to hire an applicant.
Same thing with age discrimination and other EOE restrictions.

Look, white people made that bed ... Minorities might get some satisfaction out of making them lay in it.
I personally don't think repeating the same mistake twice switching the beneficiaries around is the way we ought to go about it.

.

 

[BlackSand]

"white slaves weren't even worth talking about" ? >> What on earth does that mean ?

It means we will be okay ... It happened a long time ago ... And I don't need to use it as a crutch to get where we need to go.
As far as the tense goes (weren't) ... I think that is pretty clear ... They haven't talked about it ... We can only assume the people talking didn't think it was important.

I am asking black people to walk away from a lot of atrocities in order to leave this shit behind ... There is no reason I shouldn't expect the same from whites.

.

 

[IM2]

I am one who is personally willing to do the work of reading, typing and then sharing. I want to respond here with the words of a black author, Michael Eric Dyson.

“My oldest son, Mwata, is an anesthesiologist who lives in NY. My three children have six degrees, two of them from Ivy League schools. But there is no protection, Lord. Sometimes it even incites anger and resentment. Black success often breeds white rage. Black educational advance will not keep a cop with a terminal degree of black revulsion from aiming his ignorance at my children’s bodies.

A couple of years ago Mwata and his oldest son, Mosi, went looking in NJ for a mother’s day gift. Mwata had clocked out of work in Brooklyn in mid-afternoon to pick up Mosi from his after school program in Queens. Mwata didn’t own a car at the time so he rented a Zipcar for the day. Mwata and Mosi set out at five o’clock. Mwata consulted an app on his phone to chart the quickest route. He placed his phone on the dashboard. When he made a right turn onto a street in Harlem, the phone slipped from the dashboard and fell to the floor. As he retrieved his phone, the glare in the dark must have attracted the attention of a cop. Mwata could see the flashing lights from a squad car behind him. He heard the command from the cop’s loudspeaker to pull his car over.

A white cop, about 5’9” and in his early forties, approached the car and asked to see Mwata’s driver’s license. He offered no reason for stopping my son. The cop went back to his car for about ten minutes before returning to Mwata, who asked the policeman why he pulled him over. “It’s illegal to drive and talk on a cell phone at the same time in NY,” the cop replied. Mwata said that even though he had a Washington, D.C. driver’s license, the law certainly made sense. “However, officer, I wasn’t talking on the phone, nor was I texting, for that matter.”

I have always impressed on Mwata the need to be extra courteous and not to in any way rile up the police. It is often an exercise in humiliation, one that white folk barely have to think about, but one that can mean the difference between life and death for us. Mwata tried to make nice with the cop. He informed him that as a physician he had spent many years as a member of trauma teams in Chicago, Phoenix, and NY. He told him he was well aware of the dangers of multitasking while operating a vehicle. He said that he had saved, and unfortunately lost, many lives because of tragic car accidents. Mwata told the cop that his phone had slipped to the floor and he simply picked it up. Now Mosi, who had fallen asleep, began to stir.

The policeman went back and forth with Mwata about driving and talking, and Mwata kept politely insisting he had broken no law. The cop was growing more belligerent and insulting. Still, Mwata tried to placate him by speaking in measured tones. It didn’t help. He even showed the cop a police benevolent association card with the name and cell phone number of a cop he had just treated a couple days earlier. The cop told Mwata the policeman on the card wasn’t in his precinct. He coldly said it meant nothing to him. The cop grew more agitated as he tried to extract from Mwata a confession that he had broken the law. He took a couple of steps away from the car and ominously placed his hand on his gun.

Every time I think of it, Oh, Lord, I shudder. The cop asked Mwata a question that haunts him to this day. He asked, nastily, hatefully, if Mwata were stupid.

You know the quiet anger my son felt at having acquired a world-class education only to be questioned about his intelligence by a white boy whose IQ translated to an Intimidation Quotient provided by a shield that allowed him to mow down smart n****** with impunity. When Mwata said he didn’t know what he meant, and wondered aloud why he asked such a question, the cop got even more agitated. He snapped that he should take Mwata to jail and that my son had no right to be driving a car. He shouted that is his son weren’t with him that he’d have no problem placing Mwata in handcuffs and locking him up. The cop admitted that the only thing that was stopping him was that he had no place to put the five-year old. That may have saved Mwata from certain arrest – who knows?- maybe from an unjust, untimely death.

It was at that moment that the force of everything rained down on Mwata. The cop was threatening, his hand was on his gun, and Mosi had awakened from sleep to see his father being disrespected and threatened by an officer of the law. Fear struck Mwata hard. He glanced at his son in the rearview mirror and had one thought: I don’t want to die tonight. I don’t want my son to see me shot.”

That brings tears to my eyes. What a chilling recognition of the high cost for such a simple offense, all because an enraged white male cop was feeling his oats and seeking to humiliate my son. All because he could get away with it. Even if my son had been guilty, his crime wouldn’t have merited the implied threat of lethal force.

Mwata continued the dance of complete compliance. He nodded his head in agreement with the cop, doing anything he could not to be cut down in front of Mosi. The officer gave Mwata a ticket and a stern warning that if he ever saw him again he would take him straight to jail. Literally five seconds after he left Mwata go the cop pulled over another black motorist. So many whites say they hate the quotas they associate with affirmative action, but quotas don’t seem to bother the white folk in blue who can’t get enough of them as they harass one black citizen after another.

Oh Lord, it fills me with fear, and then anger, and grief, to think that some son of a bitch with a badge and a gun could just take their lives, take our lives, as if it means nothing. I am beyond rage. Oh Lord, at the utter complicity of even good white folk who claim that they care, and yet their voices don’t ring loudly and consistently against an injustice so grave that it sends us to our graves with frightening frequency.”

I shared this because I think it makes sense to read what a black man says about police brutality from personal experience rather than reading someone’s book who has no such expertise. She may quote and list what she believes to be facts, but the person with an argument is never at the mercy of the person with an experience.

Well, damn.Police brutality. I was involved in a near shootout last Wednesday (really truly) and not liking assholes that drag us into that. But that's the world I live I. Stop acting like a racial stereotype, you wont be treated like one. Imagine that.

Did you actually take the time to read this? The gentleman, who is a physician, was not as you say "acting like a racial stereotype" and got harrassed and threatened anyway.

I would actually like to know more about the incident you were involved in though.

Would you? I hate stuff like this. It seems to happen all the bloody time. It's got to end. People need to respect each other.

I am

I am one who is personally willing to do the work of reading, typing and then sharing. I want to respond here with the words of a black author, Michael Eric Dyson.

“My oldest son, Mwata, is an anesthesiologist who lives in NY. My three children have six degrees, two of them from Ivy League schools. But there is no protection, Lord. Sometimes it even incites anger and resentment. Black success often breeds white rage. Black educational advance will not keep a cop with a terminal degree of black revulsion from aiming his ignorance at my children’s bodies.

A couple of years ago Mwata and his oldest son, Mosi, went looking in NJ for a mother’s day gift. Mwata had clocked out of work in Brooklyn in mid-afternoon to pick up Mosi from his after school program in Queens. Mwata didn’t own a car at the time so he rented a Zipcar for the day. Mwata and Mosi set out at five o’clock. Mwata consulted an app on his phone to chart the quickest route. He placed his phone on the dashboard. When he made a right turn onto a street in Harlem, the phone slipped from the dashboard and fell to the floor. As he retrieved his phone, the glare in the dark must have attracted the attention of a cop. Mwata could see the flashing lights from a squad car behind him. He heard the command from the cop’s loudspeaker to pull his car over.

A white cop, about 5’9” and in his early forties, approached the car and asked to see Mwata’s driver’s license. He offered no reason for stopping my son. The cop went back to his car for about ten minutes before returning to Mwata, who asked the policeman why he pulled him over. “It’s illegal to drive and talk on a cell phone at the same time in NY,” the cop replied. Mwata said that even though he had a Washington, D.C. driver’s license, the law certainly made sense. “However, officer, I wasn’t talking on the phone, nor was I texting, for that matter.”

I have always impressed on Mwata the need to be extra courteous and not to in any way rile up the police. It is often an exercise in humiliation, one that white folk barely have to think about, but one that can mean the difference between life and death for us. Mwata tried to make nice with the cop. He informed him that as a physician he had spent many years as a member of trauma teams in Chicago, Phoenix, and NY. He told him he was well aware of the dangers of multitasking while operating a vehicle. He said that he had saved, and unfortunately lost, many lives because of tragic car accidents. Mwata told the cop that his phone had slipped to the floor and he simply picked it up. Now Mosi, who had fallen asleep, began to stir.

The policeman went back and forth with Mwata about driving and talking, and Mwata kept politely insisting he had broken no law. The cop was growing more belligerent and insulting. Still, Mwata tried to placate him by speaking in measured tones. It didn’t help. He even showed the cop a police benevolent association card with the name and cell phone number of a cop he had just treated a couple days earlier. The cop told Mwata the policeman on the card wasn’t in his precinct. He coldly said it meant nothing to him. The cop grew more agitated as he tried to extract from Mwata a confession that he had broken the law. He took a couple of steps away from the car and ominously placed his hand on his gun.

Every time I think of it, Oh, Lord, I shudder. The cop asked Mwata a question that haunts him to this day. He asked, nastily, hatefully, if Mwata were stupid.

You know the quiet anger my son felt at having acquired a world-class education only to be questioned about his intelligence by a white boy whose IQ translated to an Intimidation Quotient provided by a shield that allowed him to mow down smart n****** with impunity. When Mwata said he didn’t know what he meant, and wondered aloud why he asked such a question, the cop got even more agitated. He snapped that he should take Mwata to jail and that my son had no right to be driving a car. He shouted that is his son weren’t with him that he’d have no problem placing Mwata in handcuffs and locking him up. The cop admitted that the only thing that was stopping him was that he had no place to put the five-year old. That may have saved Mwata from certain arrest – who knows?- maybe from an unjust, untimely death.

It was at that moment that the force of everything rained down on Mwata. The cop was threatening, his hand was on his gun, and Mosi had awakened from sleep to see his father being disrespected and threatened by an officer of the law. Fear struck Mwata hard. He glanced at his son in the rearview mirror and had one thought: I don’t want to die tonight. I don’t want my son to see me shot.”

That brings tears to my eyes. What a chilling recognition of the high cost for such a simple offense, all because an enraged white male cop was feeling his oats and seeking to humiliate my son. All because he could get away with it. Even if my son had been guilty, his crime wouldn’t have merited the implied threat of lethal force.

Mwata continued the dance of complete compliance. He nodded his head in agreement with the cop, doing anything he could not to be cut down in front of Mosi. The officer gave Mwata a ticket and a stern warning that if he ever saw him again he would take him straight to jail. Literally five seconds after he left Mwata go the cop pulled over another black motorist. So many whites say they hate the quotas they associate with affirmative action, but quotas don’t seem to bother the white folk in blue who can’t get enough of them as they harass one black citizen after another.

Oh Lord, it fills me with fear, and then anger, and grief, to think that some son of a bitch with a badge and a gun could just take their lives, take our lives, as if it means nothing. I am beyond rage. Oh Lord, at the utter complicity of even good white folk who claim that they care, and yet their voices don’t ring loudly and consistently against an injustice so grave that it sends us to our graves with frightening frequency.”

I shared this because I think it makes sense to read what a black man says about police brutality from personal experience rather than reading someone’s book who has no such expertise. She may quote and list what she believes to be facts, but the person with an argument is never at the mercy of the person with an experience.

Well, damn.Police brutality. I was involved in a near shootout last Wednesday (really truly) and not liking assholes that drag us into that. But that's the world I live I. Stop acting like a racial stereotype, you wont be treated like one. Imagine that.

Did you actually take the time to read this? The gentleman, who is a physician, was not as you say "acting like a racial stereotype" and got harrassed and threatened anyway.

I would actually like to know more about the incident you were involved in though.

Would you? I hate stuff like this. It seems to happen all the bloody time. It's got to end. People need to respect each other.

I think we would be better served hearing both sides. Because if what you say happens to you all the time, it might just be due to the fact you don't respect others based on skin color. For you to say that people need to stop acting like a racial stereotype shows me a lot about what might have happened. Because who are you referring and what was the racial stereotype?

Because I'm 56 and until 2 years ago I lived in the hood and not once did I face what you say you face all the i

I am one who is personally willing to do the work of reading, typing and then sharing. I want to respond here with the words of a black author, Michael Eric Dyson.

“My oldest son, Mwata, is an anesthesiologist who lives in NY. My three children have six degrees, two of them from Ivy League schools. But there is no protection, Lord. Sometimes it even incites anger and resentment. Black success often breeds white rage. Black educational advance will not keep a cop with a terminal degree of black revulsion from aiming his ignorance at my children’s bodies.

A couple of years ago Mwata and his oldest son, Mosi, went looking in NJ for a mother’s day gift. Mwata had clocked out of work in Brooklyn in mid-afternoon to pick up Mosi from his after school program in Queens. Mwata didn’t own a car at the time so he rented a Zipcar for the day. Mwata and Mosi set out at five o’clock. Mwata consulted an app on his phone to chart the quickest route. He placed his phone on the dashboard. When he made a right turn onto a street in Harlem, the phone slipped from the dashboard and fell to the floor. As he retrieved his phone, the glare in the dark must have attracted the attention of a cop. Mwata could see the flashing lights from a squad car behind him. He heard the command from the cop’s loudspeaker to pull his car over.

A white cop, about 5’9” and in his early forties, approached the car and asked to see Mwata’s driver’s license. He offered no reason for stopping my son. The cop went back to his car for about ten minutes before returning to Mwata, who asked the policeman why he pulled him over. “It’s illegal to drive and talk on a cell phone at the same time in NY,” the cop replied. Mwata said that even though he had a Washington, D.C. driver’s license, the law certainly made sense. “However, officer, I wasn’t talking on the phone, nor was I texting, for that matter.”

I have always impressed on Mwata the need to be extra courteous and not to in any way rile up the police. It is often an exercise in humiliation, one that white folk barely have to think about, but one that can mean the difference between life and death for us. Mwata tried to make nice with the cop. He informed him that as a physician he had spent many years as a member of trauma teams in Chicago, Phoenix, and NY. He told him he was well aware of the dangers of multitasking while operating a vehicle. He said that he had saved, and unfortunately lost, many lives because of tragic car accidents. Mwata told the cop that his phone had slipped to the floor and he simply picked it up. Now Mosi, who had fallen asleep, began to stir.

The policeman went back and forth with Mwata about driving and talking, and Mwata kept politely insisting he had broken no law. The cop was growing more belligerent and insulting. Still, Mwata tried to placate him by speaking in measured tones. It didn’t help. He even showed the cop a police benevolent association card with the name and cell phone number of a cop he had just treated a couple days earlier. The cop told Mwata the policeman on the card wasn’t in his precinct. He coldly said it meant nothing to him. The cop grew more agitated as he tried to extract from Mwata a confession that he had broken the law. He took a couple of steps away from the car and ominously placed his hand on his gun.

Every time I think of it, Oh, Lord, I shudder. The cop asked Mwata a question that haunts him to this day. He asked, nastily, hatefully, if Mwata were stupid.

You know the quiet anger my son felt at having acquired a world-class education only to be questioned about his intelligence by a white boy whose IQ translated to an Intimidation Quotient provided by a shield that allowed him to mow down smart n****** with impunity. When Mwata said he didn’t know what he meant, and wondered aloud why he asked such a question, the cop got even more agitated. He snapped that he should take Mwata to jail and that my son had no right to be driving a car. He shouted that is his son weren’t with him that he’d have no problem placing Mwata in handcuffs and locking him up. The cop admitted that the only thing that was stopping him was that he had no place to put the five-year old. That may have saved Mwata from certain arrest – who knows?- maybe from an unjust, untimely death.

It was at that moment that the force of everything rained down on Mwata. The cop was threatening, his hand was on his gun, and Mosi had awakened from sleep to see his father being disrespected and threatened by an officer of the law. Fear struck Mwata hard. He glanced at his son in the rearview mirror and had one thought: I don’t want to die tonight. I don’t want my son to see me shot.”

That brings tears to my eyes. What a chilling recognition of the high cost for such a simple offense, all because an enraged white male cop was feeling his oats and seeking to humiliate my son. All because he could get away with it. Even if my son had been guilty, his crime wouldn’t have merited the implied threat of lethal force.

Mwata continued the dance of complete compliance. He nodded his head in agreement with the cop, doing anything he could not to be cut down in front of Mosi. The officer gave Mwata a ticket and a stern warning that if he ever saw him again he would take him straight to jail. Literally five seconds after he left Mwata go the cop pulled over another black motorist. So many whites say they hate the quotas they associate with affirmative action, but quotas don’t seem to bother the white folk in blue who can’t get enough of them as they harass one black citizen after another.

Oh Lord, it fills me with fear, and then anger, and grief, to think that some son of a bitch with a badge and a gun could just take their lives, take our lives, as if it means nothing. I am beyond rage. Oh Lord, at the utter complicity of even good white folk who claim that they care, and yet their voices don’t ring loudly and consistently against an injustice so grave that it sends us to our graves with frightening frequency.”

I shared this because I think it makes sense to read what a black man says about police brutality from personal experience rather than reading someone’s book who has no such expertise. She may quote and list what she believes to be facts, but the person with an argument is never at the mercy of the person with an experience.

Well, damn.Police brutality. I was involved in a near shootout last Wednesday (really truly) and not liking assholes that drag us into that. But that's the world I live I. Stop acting like a racial stereotype, you wont be treated like one. Imagine that.

Did you actually take the time to read this? The gentleman, who is a physician, was not as you say "acting like a racial stereotype" and got harrassed and threatened anyway.

I would actually like to know more about the incident you were involved in though.

Would you? I hate stuff like this. It seems to happen all the bloody time. It's got to end. People need to respect each other.

I think we would be better served hearing both sides. Because if what you say happens to you all the time, it might just be due to the fact you don't respect others based on skin color. For you to say that people need to stop acting like a racial stereotype shows me a lot about what might have happened. Because who are you referring and what was the racial stereotype?

Because I'm 56 and until 2 years ago I lived in the hood and not once did I face what you say you face all the time. And neither did the whites who lived there.

I hear ya. I live with (poor) blacks, they are so toxic and antithetical to freedom and the well being of humanity. Blacks, hmmm. Racism is bad, yes. Black self hate is worse. The delusions of ending racism is self deception. Especially when blacks murder each other in huge numbers. racism pales.

But whites murder each other in huge numbers also. Black self hate? This is why you get what you do. You're a poor white who is racist and when you talk about self hate take a good long look in the mirror.

 

[IM2]

William Julius Wilson, a giant in the field of sociology said this about Sowell.

Reviewing Sowell's 1984 book Civil Rights: Rhetoric or Reality? for the New York Times, University of Chicago sociologist William Julius Wilson said that Sowell did not explore "reasonable alternative explanations and hypotheses" in his critiques of affirmative action. For instance, regarding Sowell's theory that women are underrepresented in fields such as law and engineering because of the heavy responsibilities of marriage (such as childrearing and other household work), Wilson wrote: "A plausible alternative to Mr. Sowell's hypothesis on women's pay differentials and occupational segregation is that women are virtually excluded from many desirable positions and therefore crowd into obtainable occupations."

Sowell has half assed his way into wealth because of dumb white conservatives who suck up his message only because it validates their racial views.

The half-assing is Wilson's dumb statement that you quoted here. No, it is NOT plausible, because there's nothing to explain it. Sowell's argument is valid, with a plausible explanation, and it's the same true explanation which answers the many BS liberals who say women get paid less than men for the same work.

This faulty notion is based on how much money women receive yearly, compared to men. They get less, but it's because they work less hours (as Sowell correctly alluded to) not because of exclusion or discrimination. In fact, women have advantage over men, because they get jobs and promotions, that men don't, through Affirmative Action.

Believe it or not ... I side with you in the idea of getting rid of Affirmative Action.
The funny part is that I take that side pretty much for a reason that IM2 has mentioned.

I think it is more useless than helpful in most situations where quotas aren't enforced ... At least in employment opportunities.
There is no way to enforce it if you don't apply quotas ... And quotas would demand hiring people that may not be qualified for the job.
If you don't have quotas ... Then an employer can always find an excuse not to hire an applicant.
Same thing with age discrimination and other EOE restrictions.

Look, white people made that bed ... Minorities might get some satisfaction out of making them lay in it.
I personally don't think repeating the same mistake twice switching the beneficiaries around is the way we ought to go about it.

.

There are no quotas unless a business or school has been shown to underutilize minorities. In short, quotas are not mandated unless you are practicing racial discrimination.

 

[protectionist]

Believe it or not ... I side with you in the idea of getting rid of Affirmative Action.
The funny part is that I take that side pretty much for a reason that IM2 has mentioned.

I think it is more useless than helpful in most situations where quotas aren't enforced ... At least in employment opportunities.
There is no way to enforce it if you don't apply quotas ... And quotas would demand hiring people that may not be qualified for the job.
If you don't have quotas ... Then an employer can always find an excuse not to hire an applicant.
Same thing with age discrimination and other EOE restrictions.

Look, white people made that bed ... Minorities might get some satisfaction out of making them lay in it.
I personally don't think repeating the same mistake twice switching the beneficiaries around is the way we ought to go about it.

.

We agree, yes, but why do you say >> "Believe it or not" ? I just got confused on that part.

 

[protectionist]

There are no quotas unless a business or school has been shown to underutilize minorities. In short, quotas are not mandated unless you are practicing racial discrimination.

The notion that there are AA programs that don't give preference to minorities is laughable. All AA is = to quotas. Blacks go first, whites go last (if there's anything left)

 

[MaryL]

Well, damn.Police brutality. I was involved in a near shootout last Wednesday (really truly) and not liking assholes that drag us into that. But that's the world I live I. Stop acting like a racial stereotype, you wont be treated like one. Imagine that.

Did you actually take the time to read this? The gentleman, who is a physician, was not as you say "acting like a racial stereotype" and got harrassed and threatened anyway.

I would actually like to know more about the incident you were involved in though.

Would you? I hate stuff like this. It seems to happen all the bloody time. It's got to end. People need to respect each other.

I am

Well, damn.Police brutality. I was involved in a near shootout last Wednesday (really truly) and not liking assholes that drag us into that. But that's the world I live I. Stop acting like a racial stereotype, you wont be treated like one. Imagine that.

Did you actually take the time to read this? The gentleman, who is a physician, was not as you say "acting like a racial stereotype" and got harrassed and threatened anyway.

I would actually like to know more about the incident you were involved in though.

Would you? I hate stuff like this. It seems to happen all the bloody time. It's got to end. People need to respect each other.

I think we would be better served hearing both sides. Because if what you say happens to you all the time, it might just be due to the fact you don't respect others based on skin color. For you to say that people need to stop acting like a racial stereotype shows me a lot about what might have happened. Because who are you referring and what was the racial stereotype?

Because I'm 56 and until 2 years ago I lived in the hood and not once did I face what you say you face all the i

Well, damn.Police brutality. I was involved in a near shootout last Wednesday (really truly) and not liking assholes that drag us into that. But that's the world I live I. Stop acting like a racial stereotype, you wont be treated like one. Imagine that.

Did you actually take the time to read this? The gentleman, who is a physician, was not as you say "acting like a racial stereotype" and got harrassed and threatened anyway.

I would actually like to know more about the incident you were involved in though.

Would you? I hate stuff like this. It seems to happen all the bloody time. It's got to end. People need to respect each other.

I think we would be better served hearing both sides. Because if what you say happens to you all the time, it might just be due to the fact you don't respect others based on skin color. For you to say that people need to stop acting like a racial stereotype shows me a lot about what might have happened. Because who are you referring and what was the racial stereotype?

Because I'm 56 and until 2 years ago I lived in the hood and not once did I face what you say you face all the time. And neither did the whites who lived there.

I hear ya. I live with (poor) blacks, they are so toxic and antithetical to freedom and the well being of humanity. Blacks, hmmm. Racism is bad, yes. Black self hate is worse. The delusions of ending racism is self deception. Especially when blacks murder each other in huge numbers. racism pales.

But whites murder each other in huge numbers also. Black self hate? This is why you get what you do. You're a poor white who is racist and when you talk about self hate take a good long look in the mirror.

Sorry, I just am not seeing that. you are a rich white entitled deluded and secluded white jerkoid living in ya ya land. I live with them, you, obviously do NOT.

 

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It means we will be okay ... It happened a long time ago ... And I don't need to use it as a crutch to get where we need to go.
As far as the tense goes (weren't) ... I think that is pretty clear ... They haven't talked about it ... We can only assume the people talking didn't think it was important.

I am asking black people to walk away from a lot of atrocities in order to leave this shit behind ... There is no reason I shouldn't expect the same from whites.

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Of course.I only tossed it in because most people have no knowledge about white slavery in America, and many blacks who are unaware, think their ancestors' bad experience is the only one.