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CNN Saturday said,
“Congress has already allocated 10.8 Trillion Dollars for the Rescue Plan.
“The National Debt (what we owe) is 10.8 Trillion Dollars.
“The President is spending money already allocated”.
My eyes bugged out. I couldn’t speak, I scratched my head, mumbled incoherently, shuffled by feet and am still …………all google-y-.
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1 black, black church, blogging, GOOGLE SEARCH, Madea, money, Tyler Perry 5:41 pm
“Comedy is important to me”, understates Tyler Perry (whose) TBS sitcom, House of Payne, appears regularly. Most recently he won the NAACP Image award for, Tyler Perry’s Why Did I Get Married?
On Feb 20, 2009, Tyler Perry appeared on Larry King Live to say, “no, not ever”, when queried, Have you ever dressed in drag, other than your character?
The beautiful Mr. Perry accompanied by a gorgeous woman beside him at the BET Honors prompted many to ask, Who is that girl with Tyler Perry?
http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/b57509_Denzel_Tyler_Alicia_Key_Image_Wins.htmlessFrom Homeless to Millionaire, Tyler Perry has formed his character “Madea”, (a cross between black mothers, grandmothers and aunts) into a full, vibrant, personality, WE KNOW HER.
”Everything in my life, I take it to the screen”, said Perry. And take it to the Screen, he did.
This weekend Tyler Perry’s Movie: Madea Goes To Jail hit #1! http://www.blackamericaweb.com/?q=articles/entertainment/movies/7063
“Madea Goes to Jail”, establishes for me a new category of movies to watch for from him in the future. The “Safety Pin” category (i made that up) ’cause honey you will need an extra safety pin after you pop your pants! seeing “Madea”,I’m not angry, not taking it and unapologetic about it all kept the audience, (including me) holding our stomachs from laughing one minute and “givin’ us something real” in the next. Keisha Knight Pullium (http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0700443/) brought a “believable” crackhead/prostitute/down-n-out sister (reformed), also lending credibility to Perry’s depth as a Producer.
“See what had happened was“ Madea n’nem….. well, go see the movie
TYLER PERRY HAS HIS OWN ‘STIMULUS’ PLAN!
We continue to wish Mr. Perry all the best. It can be said of the comic genius of “Madea Goes To Jail“. This is One Brother that truly has his “act” together.
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1 blogging, e commerce, finance, money, web hosting 3:28 pm
In the book, WHAT’S BLACK ABOUT IT. By Pepper Miller, and Herb Kemp
The question is answered. Why is most all advertising geared toward the black community is in some way a negative impact on our communities and our future world. That questions is easy. It is simply money.
Black folks speak English, don’t they? So the book queries. Black blacks are going to buy anyway right?
Not so says I. I am an informed consumer. Have never stepped foot inside a starbucks and a -seldom- partaker of the “dainties” of walmart.
Black folks, according to the census, “what ‘they’ say”, have $718 Billions dollars in DISPOSABLE- income and spend it on high tech gadgets, automobiles, clothing, eating out, and lots of other -advantages- their generations before us never had.
Yet, (here I go) I find not one paper factory owned by African americans in this country, I am an Ignorant woman, but wouldn’t that mean that blacks folks can’t wipe their own mules without permission. I don’t see much -progress- past that Edmund Petis Bridge, but I am the one holding that thimble, remember.
so. The next time someone asked Why You Should Advertise to and through the black community, just tell yourself it’s the same train, going in the same direction…we are just changing conductors.
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When momma was born in 1925
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3MCHI23FTP8&NR=1
Negros/blacks/AfricanAmericans were not allowed to go to school with white people. Please read: “The Reign of Walter Plecker” at http://www.melungeons.com/articles/blueridge.htm
and the “The Virginia Act to Preserve Racial Integrity of 1924” (an era in which my bff, best friend forever, Alexander Cambias, Sr. would like ALL of America to return). Here at
http://www.eugenicsarchive.org/html/eugenics/index2.html?tag=1239
Although black or (mullato) as described in Plecker’s Census, momma’s family lived rather well. Even regarding today’s standards her family consisting of twelve, not including their parents, OWNED a 200 plus acre farm in Pittsylvania County, Virginia. Today the Land belongs to great-great-great Grandfather’s “heirs forever” and in use by the KKK.
Momma and her siblings often told stories of their life in the rural south. Lives of pleasure & pain, pride & prejudice and a lot of hard work captured them there at the foot of the Blue Ridge Mountains. We give a “glimpse” into the history in “My People Were Fishermen” and “Ten Things My Mother Taught Me and Other Myths of the Black Community” archived here, at www.PoppiShirley’s Weblog.
Our Family were big story tellers, they taught us basically, how to think, act and react to life through their stories, rhymes, fables and “jus plain lies” .They would sit and talk hours upon hours reminiscing over their younger days on Mobley Creek Farm. To us, a living room full of wide-eyed kids, they were larger than life itself, they WERE our Life Surrounded by this great big family circle during our many gatherings while they ate, laughed, sang songs, told tales and secrets and gave us, as children, the essence of our heritage, through story and song.
Did I mention here that included in this circle were my Great Aunties and Uncles, there were 12 of them, my cousins, last count around 150 and, my own siblings, numbering in the thousands at supper time.
When we were young, and still had a sense of humor, our lives, to me, were great. I never felt “black” or “ignorant” untill I went to school and “learned” of all my “inadequacies” concerning the brilliant shine of my skin.
There, within the love and warmth of this great family, there was “perfection”.
They tell the story of long ago (sorry mom) of how a large group of them (not including their many friends of the community) were WALKING to school one day, talking laughing, being themselves (entertaining) and eating newly plucked crab apples from one of their MANY fruit trees, when the white children came RIDING by on (they) schoolbus.
As the bus blew dustily past them, a white kid rolls down his window, sticks his head out and spits at them.(!)
Moma (being My Moma and not even knowing it yet) IMMEDIATELY flings a crab apple into the bus. The many baseball games played in their yard on Sundays as kids had given my momma an arm the MBL would be envious of today because the crab apple whizzed right through the open window, straight up the aisle, and splat! exploded into a green mess beside the window (and head) of the startled bus driver.
You go MA!
Confused as to the effect and not the cause of the crime, the bus driver slams on his breaks bringing now a cloud of Virginia red clay to dance in the air and smack the faces of the, now stopped in their tracks children, on their way to school.
A Big, (white) now red faced man swung open the bus doors stepping down, hands on hips, bellows loudly,
WHO THREW THAT CRAB APPLE IN THE BUS! He demanded, holding ample hips.
At once {frightened, still to this day, one crab in the barrel in the crowd} offered up my mother’s name.
Behind her {her brother}, proclaimed,
THEY SPAT ON US.
Given this –piece of forensic evidence-, the bus driver spoke, (dropping hands from heavy hips)
Well, I tell you what, -THE NEXT TIME ONE OF THEM SPITS ON YOU I’M GONNA STOP THE BUS AND MAKE’EM walk, AND DON’T YOU THROW NO MORE APPLES IN THAT BUS!
Well, as the story goes, weeks passed without further incidence, however, Time and Attention were not fully paid, when one day, again, a window rolls up and a wad of spit lands, again, at the feet of children, on their way to school.
Immediately, a big heavy foot slams rubber to metal and the bus comes to a screeching halt of iron, flying white folks and dust. The doors swing open and a crest-fallen young white boy emerges hands- in- pockets and walks drudgingly, alone, down the road.
Never molested again by spit on their way to school, most went on to gain their prospective (and much coveted) sixth grade education.
“Ignorant” by standards my mother -didn’t raise no fools-.
I can see my mother, standing there in her laced up boots of the 1920’s, clean dress with ribbons in her hair, teeth clenched, fist balled and working up a “black sweat”.
All the while knowing her rightful “place”, at the Table of Kings and Queens. That day, she has taught us, too, she REFUSED to give an inch to the “Study of Stupidity”.
Surrounded (supported) by her family my mother drew a line in the proverbial Virginia sand, eh, ur, red clay that day.
Proud, beautiful and strong, still, at the age of 83, my mother has been the greatest influence in my life and in the lives of many others.
This past year my mother had the opportunity to meet Nelson Mandela just before he celebrated his 90th birthday. She spoke to him of her own “private battles regarding racism in America” –“America Denied Me an Education”, she told him. I am sure, as sure as I am black that HE came away “enlightened” by my mother.
So, the next time you see a (“green”) apple in the grocery store, think of
How My Mother Began Her Own Civil Rights Movement
(with a crab apple).
And start one of your own.
Stop Complaining! Start A Revolution!!!!
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