I recorded The Grammy’s because I wanted to watch The Hunger Games for the first time. The Hunger Games represented one faction of society having control over another, to me. That movie had a huge impact on me as I fear it is a sign of the times. My son was walking to the convenience store, at my request, yesterday and a white man drove up, blocking his way, and accosted him. He screamed all kinds of ignorant statements because he was tired of “Drug Dealing Niggers,” walking down his street. We called the police and they went out to the man’s house.
This ignorant man proceeded to attack the police because he feels the Police in our community are doing an awful job of keeping “Niggers” out of Lake Helen, Fl. where I live. He said the Police need to stop “Niggers” from moving here and especially stop “Niggers” from walking down his street! He also stated he did not like the way my son dresses, particularly the black “Doo Rag.” my son wears on his head. My son, at the young age of 31, has a badly receding hair line that makes him self conscience and he wears that garment to hide it. This man was arrested but of course out in 24 hours. The convenience store my son walks to is the only nearby convenience store in our area and the route my son takes is the only only route to reach that store. We do not own or can afford a car and my son enjoys walking. Are we to give up our right to go to the store because he has to pass by that man’s house? Does this man have the right to reach into our lives and control us? Do you think I should ask my son to go to the store again and sit home in fear of him becoming the next Trayvon Martin? This man stopped his car in front of our house tonight and waited. My eight year old Grandson ran to me frightened and screaming. As I ran to the living room and parted the curtain’s he drove off. I am angry!
Trayvon Benjamin Martin (February 5, 1995 – February 26, 2012) was a 17-year-old African American from Miami Gardens, Florida who was fatally shot by George Zimmerman, a neighborhood watch volunteer, in Sanford, Florida. On the evening of February 26, Martin went to a convenience store and purchased candy and juice. As Martin returned from the store, he walked through a neighborhood and Zimmerman, a member of the community watch, spotted him and then followed Martin (despite being told not to do so by the police) on foot to ensure that Martin would not try to steal anything from the neighborhood. Moments later, there was an altercation between the two individuals in which Martin was shot in the chest. Zimmerman also blamed Martin’s death on the fact that he was wearing a black hoodie.
This is going on all over the country!
Back to The Grammy’s, Beyonce’s stage setup for her rendition of the gospel standard “Precious Lord, Take My Hand” featured a wall of African-American men while they held their hands up, which is a nod to the “Hands up, don’t shoot” campaign that came out of Ferguson. And Pharrell’s “Happy” used his performance to shed light on not only Ferguson, but also on Trayvon Martin as well. Backup dancers donned black hoodies like the one that Martin wore when he was shot and killed in 2012, and broke out the “Hands up, don’t shoot” gesture amidst the middle of their performance.
Precious Lord, take my hand,
Lead me on, let me stand,
I am tired, I am weak, I am worn;
Through the storm, through the night,
Lead me on to the light: Amen!
I am glad movies like, “Selma,” are still being made, people need reminding! But there were also Common and John Legend, weighed in when they performed “Glory,” their contribution to the “Selma soundtrack. “That’s why Rosa sat on the bus; that’s why we walked through Ferguson with our hands up,” Common said. The most explicit of the comments coming from The Grammy’s came from Prince, who said, “BLACK LIVES MATTER.”
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I am sending blessings to all of my fans for love, peace and happiness! Enjoy the following excerpts from, “To Dance with Ugly People,” and let the love begin.
To Whom It May Concern:
I was seeing a deeper side of Chance. He put his cup down, leaned forward and folded his hands in front of him,
“And your story?”
“Divorced nine months. It’s a long story.”
He reached across the table and squeezed my hand. Warmth traveled up to my heart.
“I have enjoyed you tonight, young lady.” He said.
The look in his eyes was tender.
“I want to see you again.” He continued.
“I’d like that.”
“I want you to know I’m thirty nine.”
“Sound like you think that’s old.”
I started doing the math, fourteen years older than I was. The same difference as Daddy and
Mama, Daddy and Tina.
“Does that bother you?”
“No, of course not.”
“You’re a special woman.”
“You’ve caused me to spend a lot of time thinking about you, Dani. Perhaps I was afraid of you. Where were you when I was nineteen and looking for a wife?”
I thought for a minute and answered,
He let out aloud, chest heaving laugh. His laughter had not subsided when we stood up to go, hugging me, I lay my head on his chest. I loved the sound of him, his mouth still open with laughter, his heart pounding furiously. I kissed him gently on the cheek and the laughter validated to an end. He enclosed me into a big bear hug.
To Whom It May Concern:
When we drove into the parking lot of the restaurant my mouth dropped open, my eyes were big as saucers. I exhaled softly and a gentle “Ooooooo” escaping my lips. It was the most elegant place I’d ever seen. There were gorgeous stained glass windows, picturesque gardens, and water fountains. I stared in disbelief. Chance was watching my face, smiling.
“You want to sit here in the car until your eyes pop out, or go in?”
I slapped his arm and he grabbed it pretending I had hurt him. He walked around the car and opened my door. I stepped out of his vehicle feeling like Cinderella exiting her carriage.
“Am I dressed properly for this place?”
I asked smoothing the skirt of my shimmering navy blue full-length maxi dress, with a halter neck.
“You are breathtaking!” He answered, putting his arm around my shoulders pulling me to him.
He was wearing a dark gray three-piece business suit. He was so handsome.
Once we had our seats at our table, I felt like royalty. I hadn’t ever experienced anything like it in my entire life. I hadn’t ever seen so much silverware and so many dishes and glasses in a single table setting. We were having a five-course meal. I hadn’t ever heard of a five-course meal. I hadn’t experienced any of the foods served, either.
The first serving was soup – Butternut squash with scallops – hot and delicious.
The second serving was the appetizer – Tiny crab cakes – delicious and spicy.
The third serving was salad – Goat cheese and beets sprinkled on it – with the best house dressing in the world.
The fourth serving was the main course – Grilled filet of beef with mushrooms, potatoes and asparagus.
The fifth serving was desert – Vanilla ice cream with berries and chocolate syrup.
I thought I would explode. I was living a dream. Chance had ordered champagne, which, of course, I hadn’t ever tasted. I loved it. The sensual explosion in my mouth was heaven. I loved the taste, the fizz and tingling bubbles that seemed to fill my mouth and glide all the way down my throat. I had a heavenly experience.