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:: 2.26.2006 ::
NOTE: This is simply a blog used to link to stories that catch my attention -- although what little there is to say about it probably has been mentioned above.
I just wanted to note that I stopped posting (pretty much) daily links in December when this blog just vanished. Disappeared. Run down the curtain and joined the bleedin' choir invisible! It took forever to reach Blogger support, and in the meantime my URL was given to a teenage girl who posted one diary entry saying, 'oh my freaking God, I have a blog,' and that was it. I now get an error message indicating that her contribution to the world is no longer available, but I still can't get the URL back. [e-sigh] Perhaps it's just my wake-up call to stop posting links and using this page as my own e-newspaper, and seizing it as a valuable resource the way that the writer I like to call myself at times should! Perhaps not. We'll see. Whenever my father (everyone's father, in all probability) uttered those two words, I knew what they really meant. But perhaps... ;)
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:: 2.05.2006 ::
:: "King: a history maker in her own right" ::
From The Chicago Sun-Times
I already miss Coretta Scott King. She was a history maker whose contributions to American society and the world deserve close study. I first met Mrs. King when I was in 12th grade and she was giving a lecture on civil rights at a university in my home city of Los Angeles. I didn't really know what to expect. I was simply excited to be in the same building as her. She was a living legend whose face I knew and legacy I studied. When she walked onstage I was struck by her natural beauty and sophistication. She was graceful and debonair, and her energy radiated throughout the room. Her voice was soft yet powerful, and she was divinely articulate.
To paraphrase, Mrs. King's message centered on taking principled stances against unruly authority using the weapon of non-violence as the sword and faith in God as the shield. I left her presentation ready to save the world. On my way home from her lecture, I was pulled over by the Los Angeles police for no apparent reason -- something that most black men in L.A. were quite accustomed to. Rather than get angry or sass with the officer who readily pointed his 9mm gun at my head while asking me for my driver's license and registration, I simply smiled and said, "No problem, officer.'' Although my heart was racing, I could not restrain myself from breaking into thunderous laughter -- not only was the officer funny-looking in a dopey way, but I could not overlook the irony of being racially profiled after attending Mrs. King's talk. Her words had a calming effect on my spirit and hence reaction; soon after, the officer begrudgingly let me go.
ALSO First lady of civil rights'remembered Globe and Mail
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