Showing posts with label Can't find a silver lining. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Can't find a silver lining. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Really, Wall Street

So the greedy Wall Street leeches (too harsh? I think not) have decided to go full throttle with a plan to place bets on the lives of other human beings. They are in the process of coming up with a scheme very similar to the sub-prime mortgage products wherein they buy life insurance policies from the sick and elderly, repackage them, and sell them as investments. They make more money when the policy holder dies than if they live so they have to hope for no cures for Cancer or HIV/AIDS.

The idea of securitizing a product that is meant to care for one's family and final arrangements, and the knowledge that you make the most money when a human life is lost just seems I don't know...WRONG ON ALL LEVELS!!!!! But maybe I over react.

Could someone please explain the upside of this to me because I've read the entire article and nope, I don't don't see the silver lining. Am I missing something?

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Wondering Why


The tragic death of Vernon Forrest is indeed something to mourn. The blatant disregard for human life must come to an end. How many times we will cry and scream and protest about gun violence? For all you NRA people out there, I understand a gun alone doesn't kill anyone. But the countries with much stricter gun laws don't have the murder rates we have so maybe we should reconsider our gun laws. Let's face it, not everyone can be trusted to responsibly handle a firearm. But that's not the reason for this post. By all accounts, Vernon was an honorable man. He started a non-profit organization that helped mentally disabled individuals assimilate into society often times when their own families had abandoned them. He cared deeply for these people and in the early years of his organization, he lived in the same house with them. And this was all before he became famous. By all accounts he possessed an exemplary character. 

Why then, would a man with so much good in him and a good head on his shoulders feel it necessary to chase down people who had robbed him? I'm not implying he deserved what he got at all and please don't misread. I just wonder why couldn't he just let whatever little money they got away with fade with the wind? I can understand maybe he felt violated, but was whatever he gave up of greater value than the ultimate price of it? He gave so freely, he didn't have to give his life as well. 

Check out this article for just a glimpse of his charitable work. Vernon Forrest's giving 

Sunday, July 5, 2009

Truly Tragic

I hate to have to end the holiday on such a note, but I'm saddened by the news of Steve McNair's death. I received a text this afternoon from Cajun Spice informing me of his untimely death but gunshot and it wasn't until I arrived home that I could investigate further. When I first read his name I didn't quickly know who she was talking about. But once she said that it was the football quarterback, I immediately remembered "Air McNair." 

Most Saturdays of my life from junior high through college were spent at a college football game. I rarely attended the games of my Alma mater, LSU, preferring to be at Southern University games. My parents were avid fans, attending both home and away games. I recall being at an SU v. Alcorn game and my parents as well as their friends seemed to be more impressed with Air McNair than they were with the SU QB. In fact that entire afternoon had been spent making predictions on his actions in the upcoming game and afterwards, awe due to his performance. I didn't follow his career consistently, but I knew that he had become somewhat of a legend and had a good rep off the field. 

On the comments page of some sites people have all manner of negative things to say and have begun jumping to random conclusions and assumptions about this man's, whom they never met, life. I'll simply say that no matter the circumstances surrounding his death and regardless of his celebrity or talent, no one should die in such a manner. My prayers are with his wife, children, friends, and extended family. I also wish the family of the young woman who was found along side him peace and privacy in their time of grief. 

I'll restate my comment from earlier, we have the right to pursue life, liberty, and happiness. Live life to the fullest. It is never known when those rights will be taken away be it through the hasty decision of another or simply the body coming to a state of eternal rest too soon. Invest in your life and the lives of others and use each day to pursue things you are passionate about. 

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

He's Back

Most people who personally know me, know that there exists a man I must pass on the route home from the train station and we'll call him "Baby Love" as that's his name for me. Of course, I neither openly acknowledge nor answer to his call. Well, it seems that Baby Love was missing for a few weeks. Those were happy peaceful weeks. My peaceful walk home has ended and Sugar Hill is now a scary place for a young innocent woman.

Last night as I carried two grocery bags home, Baby Love approached and here's what he said...

"You know you should let me carry those bags home for you. A woman needs a man who will meet her at the train after shopping and carry her bags. One day you are going to be coming home to me. You think I play with your girl. I'm serious what I say." All words must be said with a thick gruff Jamaican accent!

First, I'll never ever come home to him. There is no amount of despair that could drive me there. No laws in the land that would make that permissible and no human who hates me enough to force me to do it. Just not gonna happen. Secondly, this isn't the first time he has expressed contentment to let me come home from a day's work and shopping to bring something home to him! Why? Why? For the love of God why?!

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Someone's Lying

Last month Jaheem Herrera, an 11 year old elementary student in ATL, hung himself in his bedroom. While his suicide was unexpected, his parents knew he had been the target of bullying at school. Several weeks ago when I first heard about this case I was numb, angry, and sad. Parents send their kids to school with an expectation of safety.

There was an investigation conducted by the school system into the bullying claims post-suicide, but no one ever took them seriously when they were first mentioned. Now the investigation concludes that no one was bullying the child beyond "name-calling and teasing." Other parents and students interviewed stated that bullying is a problem at the school. Some parents stated that their kids were choked and beaten with buckles. But because teachers and school administrators say otherwise, the investigation says bullying wasn't a problem.

So the Dekalb County school district and Dunaire Elementary school want me to believe this child just hung himself because he was simply not popular? While one cannot be held responsible for the emotional state of another, especially not children, there still needs to be a demand for justice!

http://www.ajc.com/metro/content/metro/dekalb/stories/2009/05/20/jaheem_bully_school.html?cxntlid=homepage_tab_newstab

Monday, April 27, 2009

Worst Thing I Heard ALL Year

Picture it: New York City, 2009, 34th Street and Broadway. I'm walking to the D train as I try to explain to The Scratcher why my inability to bypass the Mrs. Fields cookie shop really isn't my fault, I overhear.....

"But see me, I never robbed nobody who was regular. I only robbed drug dealers. Why I would rob you and you gotta go to work and get a check? I may as rob the Ni**a who ain't doing nothing for the community anyway!" 

And yes, the person he was talking to was nodding in agreement and delivering the obligatory "Yep. Yep. That's right." 

Monday, April 13, 2009

My Apologies to Kevahn

Dear Kevahn,
  1. I'm sorry that New York magazine decided it was ok to exploit you and publish your story thereby cementing the misbegotten notions you have about how one deservedly garners respect.  
  2. My apologies that you have grown up in a society where people esteem you for what you have and not simply because of who you are. 
  3. I'm truly sorry you haven't learned that the reasons you should be cherished have nothing to do with the designer clothes you've stolen and done prison time for. 
  4. I'm sorry that as a people, African-Americans largely judge their own self-worth on superficial attributes. While I hope your comment to Judge Simpson about her article in The New York Times would help her see that she also perpetuates this mindset, I'm doubtful that it did. 
  5. I'm sorry that a mind capable of retaining such facts as yours, and the ease with which you handle Calculus, is being short changed for meaningless pursuits. 
I hope that you make it out of Sing Sing unharmed and that once out, you have some intrusion in your thought process that shows you respect can be attained from some other means than petit larceny.  I apologize for all of the influences in your life that have encouraged your behavior and misconceptions about respect and class. 

Curious about who Kevahn is? Check out The Fashion Thief 

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

HighStepper This Is For You

I don't want to be dead, but I don't want to be alive right now after seeing this. I knew if there was one person in this life who could explain this hot fish grease mess to me, it would be you HighStepper! So start explaining...





If anyone else has an explanation I'd like to hear it. Ruminate please. Somebody? Anybody?

Tuesday, March 31, 2009

More Than Just A Crazy Cousin

Reading through the news yesterday I came across two truly disturbing stories. One involves a young man, age 23, who murdered two of his younger sisters in their Massachusetts home while their grandmother was in the basement doing laundry. He stabbed his 17 year old sister to death and was decapitating the 5 year old when the police busted in and killed him.  His parents have decided to bury all 3 together. Another sister, 9 years old, is in the hospital recovering from her wounds. In the second story, a 32 year old man here in NYC has been ruled unfit for trial after stabbing a police officer in the eye. This gentleman is unfit because he is a paranoid schizophrenic. My people my people.

In the case of the brother killing his sisters, a family friend claimed that there was nothing to indicate that he was capable of doing something like this. I find this hard to believe. No one wakes up one morning completely out the blue without showing any signs of distress ever before and starts to slaughter their kin. It was reported that the young man had attacked another sister a few years back by punching her in the face in an argument over a phone bill. And he had been arrested for carrying a weapon in another incident. Does this really sound like the poster child for the Boy Scouts of America? 

The paranoid schizophrenic had a long history of mental illness. He'd been "bouncing in and out of psych wards" for the past 9 years. He wouldn't take his anti-psychotic drugs as prescribed and he would sometimes set small fires and threaten his neighbors. 

On one hand you possibly have parents who willfully failed to admit to themselves that a child they'd raised was truly disturbed as though it was a reflection of their parenting. Sometimes the worst things happen to the best people and it's no reflection on their character.  Punching your sister, or anyone, in the face over a phone bill is a bit extreme. His prior arrests on other charges coupled with the phone incident let's you know there was clear indication that big trouble was brewing. The other story was a situation in which the family and authorities knew this man was imbalanced, but there seemed to be little done to contain the illness he suffered from. 

Minorities are less likely to admit that they are suffering from some sort of mental illness for fear of being seen as weak or that getting mental help is not a Black or Latino thing to do. Getting help for yourself or your family member is ALWAYS the thing to do no matter what racial group you're a member of. We have to stop looking at family members who clearly need help and shrugging them off by saying "Oh that's just crazy cousin so and so. You know they get loose sometimes." STOP SAYING THINGS LIKE THAT. What are you going to say for yourself if crazy cousin so and so kills himself or attempts to kill someone else? And sadly, too often some family's crazy cousin has killed someone. 

We have to take the fear and shame out of mental illness and attack it like we would diabetes, heart disease, or HIV/AIDS. Oh but wait, I forgot, we aren't attacking those things as vigilantly as we need to either.