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Thursday, March 29, 2012

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Stunning Reversal: Blacks Support Lynch Mobs!

In a dramatic and sudden reversal of opinion on a scale heretofore unheard of, Black Americans suddenly support lynch mobs. 

Spike Lee tweets GZ's supposed address so that lynch mobs can drag him out of his home and string him up.  Unfortunatley, Lee gets the address wrong and ends up having to settle with an elderly couple!
"Kill Zimmerman" Twitter account set up...
And,
Zimmerman has gone into hiding. A fringe group, the New Black Panther Party, has offered a $10,000 reward for his "capture."
and,
"So much hate coming from this President" -- George Zimmerman's father

So, this is the America of the Civil Rights movement?

This is the America free from vitriol and incivility?

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

in-justice we believe

The angry crowd gathered on the courthouse steps.  “Alrighty now, y’all settle down and listen’ up! … Quiet’n down back theyah!” bellowed a big, brawny man.  He took a few steps up so he could see everyone in the crowd.

“C’mon Tom, les git this thing a’rollin!” yelled Joe.  Joe was in the crowd but off to one side, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.  He was always impatient, but tonight especially so.

“Yeah, times a’wastin’!” answered Lenny.  “We got to deal with this thing, and now, before ever’one thinks its ok and then the whole order of things gits throwed outa whack!”  Most of the crowd grumbled their agreement.  Lenny ran a little diner over on Maple street where folks would gather afterwards.  But right now he was just mad as a hornet and wanted to do something about it.

“Ok,” said Tom, nervously holding his hands up to calm the little crowd.  “Y’all know nowadays that its mighty risky doing this… ‘s not like jes burnin a cross use t’be round heah.  We gots to be real careful,” he warned.

“I’ll be real careful with my rope, Tom,” giggled Carp.  He looked around with a grin on his face, but quickly got serious again when he saw nobody was in the mood for joking around.

“Alrighty then,” said Tom, with a note of finality.  He was beginning to show his own rage.  “Ever’body folla Clem, since he knows where mister Zimmerman is…gonna have us a lynchin in mem’ry of Trayvon!”

At that the crowd took off as Clem ran down the street.