The price of Eurocentrism for non-Europeans
Yes, that is a supermodel...whatever the hell that is. Once again on another social site this pic of "supermodel" Naomi Campbell was posted with the title of "Unbeweavable" in the caption. At first I thought it was a Haitian refugee being rescued from another earthquake but no that's Naomi Campbell. I was like wow, my girl done turned into a Shaoli
Mahogany Keys: The Complex Image of the African American Man.Part 3.The Black Man as a Protector
   The Black Man as a Protector                                                                                    Pretend you are walking towards home or towards a store entrance and you walk past an African American male. How many of you assume that he must be a bad man seeking to harm you rather than someone who could save your life? Sadly, most
A failed system, or is it?
    Above is a picture of Frederico Bruno, he is accused of pushing his ex-girlfriend and 3 month old child out of a window three stories high.  He climbs down from the same window, finds a metal bar stool leg and beats her with it as she is lying on top of the 3 month old baby who broke her fall to a concrete ground.  Read that over again.  Take a
Does trust make you hate or just plain stupid? Part 1
Y'all probably want to know where I get these images from? It's from the same infamous site I chose not to name because I don't get a check from them and they should pay people for the amount of time they spend there. That's another discussion. Is there's something wrong with this photo? I don't believe so. it's pretty accurate "according" to today
BROKEN PROMISE By V. BROWN
As a child Promise Brown lived the life that every girl in the ghetto would have loved to live. Her parents, Sweet Pea and Biggs, were the head of a fledging drug empire that stretched from coast to coast. They were way passed hood rich but refused to leave the hood—the same place that contributed to their downfall. The hood bred jealousy and envy
Flashes From the Bye-way
They walk the shady paths of the park. He pushes the carriage, which holds their sleeping child. “Have you told your secretary we’re going on vacation?” “Don’t worry about it. Just let me run the office.” He remembers a phone call that must be made. Two weeks later, now alone, she understands. Certainly the secretary had known his plans.
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