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“You see the futuristic city. You don’t really expect African warriors to have a futuristic city, You would expect them to have a tribe. But these ones… I’ve got no words.” 

“Seeing Us – A Lost For Words” 

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Gregory V. Boulware, Esq. 
http://blackhistory.com/content/332803/seeing-us-a-lost-for-words 

“It was phenomenal! I love it! I’m lost for words!” 

Melanism in the “Jaguar” (Panthera onca) is conferred by a dominant allele, and in the “Leopard” (Panthera pardus) by a recessive allele. Close examination of the color of these “Black Cats” will show that the typical markings are still present, but are hidden by the excess “Black Pigment Melanin,” giving an effect similar to that of “Printed Silk.”

It is thought that melanism may confer a selective advantage; studies also suggest that melanism might be linked to beneficial mutations in the immune system. A “Black Panther” is the melanistic color variant of any big cat species. Black Panthers in “Asia” and “Africa” are Leopards (Panthera pardus), and those in the Americas are “Black Jaguars.” 

~The Messiah’s name never was “Jesus” and that the name “Jesus” is actually an invention of man!~

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“North Philly Students ‘Lost For Words’ after seeing Themselves in ‘Black Panther!’” 
By
Jasmine M. Ellis 
March 8, 2018
Bethune students take a photo right before entering “The Philadelphia (Formerly Foreman Mills) Mills Movie Theater” to see “Black Panther.” 
(Kyrie Greenberg/for WHYY
https://whyy.org/segments/north-philly-students-lost-words-seeing-black-panther/?utm_source=email&utm_medium=newsletter&utm_content=nd&utm_campaign=news 

“It’s field trip day at Mary McLeod Bethune Elementary School in North Philadelphia and the hallways are packed with 273 kids getting ready to board buses.

But the students are not going to the museum or the zoo. They’re going to the movies to see Marvel’s new superhero film, “Black Panther.”

Dressed in a red, gold, and brown “Dashiki(s),” seventh grade reading and writing teacher, ‘Herman Douglas’ leads a sea of students to the bus. He says for the students at ‘Bethune’ where 80 percent of the student body is Black, “Black Panther” isn’t just another superhero movie. It’s a chance to see a superhero and an all-black cast who look like them.

“It represents African-Americans and Africans from the Diaspora coming together to fight evil, to fight oppression, ‘Douglas’ said. To get children to actually see that there’s a possibility that we can solve our own problems in our own community is extremely powerful.”

The school’s principal, ‘Jamina Clay-Dingle’ set up a GoFundMe page in February online to raise money to help pay for her students to see the film. Her goal was to raise $1,125.

“We raised close to $4,000 so that was just powerful in itself,” ‘Douglas’ says. “And we had donors from all over the world.”

The group arrives at “Philadelphia Mills” and the students are ushered into their very own theater. The movie starts and the kids are swept away to “Wakanda,” the fictional “African Country” where “Black Panther” is set. It’s the most technologically-advanced country in the world, and it hasn’t been touched by colonialism.

‘Sheena C. Howard,’ an associate professor at Rider University, said for kids like these students, seeing a place like Wakanda on screen is powerful especially in a political climate fraught with racial tensions.

“In those two hours you are in the movie theater — especially as a ‘Black’ person and even as anyone else that has any sense of social justice — [you] can feel like right now in these two hours, we are winning,” ‘Howard’ said. “It kind of gives you something to hope for and it gives you a sense that things can be better.”

The students and staff at Bethune laugh, cheer, and scream their way through “Black Panther.” And once the movie is over, they snap selfies with each other and can’t stop talking — and yet, students like seventh grader ‘Daiyannah Brown’ say they can’t find the words to describe what the experience meant to them.

‘Brown’ says she finally saw herself on screen in characters like “Shuri,” “Nakia,” and “Okoye.”

“Can you believe it? Wow! To have “African-American Women” doing their own thing in the movie, it was amazing,” ‘Brown’ said. “It was phenomenal! I loved it! I’m lost for words!” 

Seventh grader ‘Edward Rosario’ says the movie — starting with the poster he saw before the film — has changed his view of “Africa.”

“You see the futuristic city. You don’t really expect African warriors to have a futuristic city,” ‘Rosario’ said. “You would expect them to have a tribe. But these ones… I’ve got no words.”” 

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Wakanda: 

Wakanda is a small nation located in equatorial Africa, it is surrounded by the nations of Narobia, Uganda, Kenya, Somalia, and Ethiopia, and was named for its native inhabitants, the Wakandans. Wakanda is a nation of vast contrasts. While tribal in government and relatively primitive in certain aspects of its culture, Wakanda possesses technology often more sophisticated than anywhere else on Earth.

Until relatively recently, the Wakandans lived as their ancestors did, primarily a hunter-gatherer society with some cultivation of crops. Central to the Wakandan’s myth and ritual was a small mountain of ore which according to legends fell from the sky. This meteoric ore was later found to be Vibranium, an extraterrestrial metal capable of absorbing all sonic vibrations. For generations, the Wakandans worshiped at the site of the mound and founded the Cult of the Panther, which paid homage to their native predator, the black panther, which guarded the sacred mountain. It all changed when a British hunting expedition happened to take note of the unusual mound of ore. The renegade scientist Ulysses Klaw attempted to forcibly seize the valuable Vibranium, but he was opposed by T’Chaka, the chieftain of the Wakandas as well as the head of “The Black Panther Cult. T’Chaka was slain by Klaw’s mercenaries, but it was his son, T’Challa, who managed to drive the foreign invaders away. Realizing the vast wealth of the Vibranium deposit, the Wakandas quickly became one of the wealthiest countries in the world for merely small quantities of Vibranium.

The Wakandas took care to let no outsider know the exact location of the deposit for fear of theft. T’Challa, became educated in the universities abroad, then returned to Wakanda to assume leadership of the tribe. His newfound business and scientific expertise enabled the Wakandans to further parlay the Vibranium deposit into even greater wealth.

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Kemet!
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kemet 

A child of color asked the father, “Dad, where do white people come from?”

The descendants of Cush settled in Ethiopia. The descendants of Mizraim settled in Egypt. The Hebrew name for the country of Egypt is Mizraim. The English name “Egypt” comes from the Greek word aegyptos, not from Arabic or Hebrew.

“Am I My Brother’s Keeper?” 

Cain was cursed by God and driven out from the light and into the cave(s) in the land of Nod. A mark was placed on his head that indicated he was an untouchable and unclean man. The mark also said to others that he is cursed and that no man shall cause him harm. According to the “The Lost Books of the Bible and the Forgotten Books of Eden”, Adam and Eve were indeed aware of their eldest sons hard heart and jealousy to the point of hatred. Satan, who appeared as a man, caused the separation of the couple and Eden. He, Satan, is now plotting murder with Cain. Cain was seventeen and a half years old. Abel was fifteen.

The descendants of Ham gradually populated Africa and are Hamitic. The descendants of Shem became the Semitics. Egyptians are Hamitic, not Semitic, even though they now speak a dialect of Arabic, a Semitic language.

Black people, Africans, descended from “The Tribe of Judah”; who descended from “Ham.”

All mankind is descended from the three sons of Noah: Shem, Ham and Japheth. The descendants of Japheth, the youngest son, settled in Anatolia, modern Turkey, and from there moved into the Caucasus Mountains of Western Russia and from there settled Europe and Russia. They are the ancestors of the Caucasian peoples. Their main impact on Israel was through the Persians, the Greeks and the Romans. According to Genesis 9:19 and the Table of Nations in Genesis 10. 

“His head and His hairs were like wool, white as snow and His eyes were as a flame of fire, and His feet like unto fine brass as if they burned in a furnace!” 
The Messiah’s name never was “Jesus” and that the name “Jesus” is actually an invention of man. 
http://www.eliyah.com/nameson.htm 
~Revelation 1:14,15~ 

Satan met and badgered Jesus in the desert. He was in the crowd shouting for his guilt, trial, conviction, and execution by crucifixion. The divine plan in man’s creation was objected to by the angels. The knowledge endowed in man and made to manifest to the angels through Adam and Eve with the exception of Ibliss. He refused to obey and was cast off. Adam and Eve were warned against the ‘Forbidden Tree’ while stationed within the ‘Garden of Eden.’ Disregarding the warnings, Satan beguiled them and caused their downfall. We have all learned that Adam repented through the words taught him by GOD:

In Truth, Justice, Peace, and Love: 

“The Virtuous Shall be Rewarded and The Wicked Shall Be Punished!” 

“Go now and teach all the nations of the world, for I am with you always, even unto the end of the world.” 
~Yahushua/JesusChrist~

Til Next Time… 

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Research References:

‘Black Panther’ 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Black_panther 

“The Eye of Cain” 
http://theeyeofcain.blogspot.com/ 
https://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=UTF-8&fr=crmas&p=The+Eye+of+Cain 

“WAKANDA” 
Equatorial Africa, it is located directly in the middle of the the African nations of Narobia, Uganda, Kenya, Somalia, and Ethiopia.

~“My Name is Caesar Borgia Not Jesus of Nazareth”~ 
“Dark is the skin color of the ‘Messiah,’ as if burned in a furnace!”
https://www.academia.edu/23710860/_My_Name_is_Caesar_Borgia_Not_Jesus_of_Nazareth_ 

‘Messiah’ 
“An exceptional or hoped for liberator of a country or people.”
http://www.dictionary.com/browse/messiah 

“Yahushua is the true name of the Messiah” 
http://www.eliyah.com/nameson.htm 

More on Marvel.com:
http://marvel.com/universe/Wakanda#ixzz59N7UyEFx 
https://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=UTF-8&fr=crmas&p=Wakanda 
More on Marvel.com:
http://marvel.com/universe/Wakanda#ixzz59N7pOmOh 

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‘Esquire’ :
An unofficial title of respect, having no precise significance, sometimes placed, especially in its abbreviated form, after a man’s surname in formal written address: in the U.S., usually applied to lawyers, women as well as men; in Britain, applied to a commoner considered to have gained the social position of a gentleman.
Abbreviation: Esq.
http://www.dictionary.com/browse/esquire?s=t 

Mary McLeod Bethune Public School In Philadelphia, PA

The futuristic city Wakanda, Ethiopia, Senegal, Uganda, Nyang’oma Kogelo-Kenya, Kemet

“OUT OF DIVINITY – The Concept of Man’s Creation and Salvation”
http://outofdivinity.blogspot.com/ 

Kemet:
What is the meaning of the term “Kemet” and why did some ancient Egyptians call their country by this name?
ancient Egypt or Kemet actually had 30 or more names. The most common being Ta Meru or our beloved land.
The Egyptians leaders had believed they were direct descendants from the gods, and well, this is the ‘Supreme God,’ “Amen-Ra.”
The ancient Egyptian name of the country was “Km.t,” which means “Black Ground” or “Black Soil,” referring to the fertile Black soils of ‘The Nile’ flood plains, distinct from the deshret (⟨dšṛt⟩), or “Red Land” (Most of Africa’s soil color is Red) of the desert.

This name is commonly vocalised as Kemet, but was probably pronounced [kuːmat] in ancient Egyptian.

The name is realised as kēme and kēmə in the Coptic stage of the Egyptian language, and appeared in early Greek as Χημία (Khēmía)
https://www.quora.com/What-is-the-meaning-of-the-term-Kemet-and-why-did-some-ancient-Egyptians-call-their-country-by-this-name 

‘Stewart Synopsis’
http://www.stewartsynopsis.com/ 

Maroons:
When runaway Blacks and Amerindians banded together and subsisted independently they were called Maroons. On the Caribbean islands, they formed bands and on some islands, armed camps. Maroon communities faced great odds to survive from colonists, obtain food for subsistence living, and to reproduce and increase their numbers. As the planters took over more land for crops, the Maroons began to lose ground on the small islands. Only on some of the larger islands were organized Maroon communities able to thrive by growing crops and hunting. Here they grew in number as more Blacks escaped from plantations and joined their bands. Seeking to separate themselves from Whites, the Maroons gained in power and amid increasing hostilities, they raided and pillaged plantations and harassed planters until the planters began to fear a massive revolt of the enslaved Blacks.
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The early Maroon communities were usually displaced. By 1700, Maroons had disappeared from the smaller islands. Survival was always difficult as the Maroons had to fight off attackers as well as attempt to grow food. One of the most influential Maroons was François Mackandal, a houngan, or voodoo priest, who led a six-year rebellion against the white plantation owners in Haiti that preceded the Haitian Revolution.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maroon_%28people%29 

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“It is difficult to pinpoint the exact motive Brother Alexandre Dumas had in mind when he wrote The Count of Monte Cristo. He wrote the novel in 1844 and it was published in 18 fragments between the years 1844-46.” The Three Musketeers is a novel written by Alexandre Dumas, written in 1844. The book is set in the 17th century and describes the journey of a young man called D’Artagnan who sets off from his home to travel to Paris and join the Musketeer.”

~’Alexandre Dumas, Author/Playwrite’~ 

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http://blackhistory.com/content/332214/alexandre-dumas-author-playwrite 

“When a mulatto general from Napoleon’s army retired to the small northeastern town of Villers-Cotterets, France, little did the natives know that their town was now destined to become the birthplace of the great Alexandre Dumas. On July 24, 1802 the forty-four year old General learned that he had fathered a son. A statue in the town now commemorates one of the most prolific and loved writers of the 19th century. Alexandre Dumas was to excel at both the dramatic genre and the romantic novel. His works involve adventuresome plots, which depict the heroic triumph of human strength and endurance.

Dumas’ plots were inspired by his father’s wild adventures. Beginning early in life Dumas learned of the wartime triumphs and hardships the General had experienced. Unfortunately for the young boy, these proved insuperable for his father’s aging body. The General had suffered from poisoning and imprisonment. Dumas’ father thus died only four years after his son’s birth. Dumas then led an isolated childhood. His protective mother could not part with her boy though his education was at stake. Thus, Alexandre did not attend college. Only once that his mother’s monetary funds had been exhausted did she concede to the prospect of his voyage to the big city, Paris.

Once in Paris, Dumas tried to kindle relations with his father’s old friends. This however proved to be anything but fruitful. Luckily, General Foy, who represented Dumas’ town district in the Chamber of Deputies, was also friendly with the Duc D’Orleans. As a result of this connection Dumas obtained a clerkship with the Duc. Dumas possessed the fine penmanship necessary for the post. Dumas, however, already had higher goals in mind. He is reported to have commented to Foy, “General, I am going to live by my handwriting, but I promise you that I shall someday live by my pen.” 

It did not take long for the spirited Dumas to start working towards this dream. Shortly thereafter, he was inspired to write a drama, Henri III, et sa Cour. This was performed in February 1829.

Next, Dumas became temporarily distracted with political ambitions. He became a captain in the artillery of the National Guard. These duties did not hinder his literary output for long, however. Five Dumas dramas were performed in Paris in 1831. It was not until 1844 and 1845 that his most celebrated works The Count of Monte Cristo and The Three Musketeers were written.

The explosion of Dumas’ career as a romance novelist was controversial. Assistants and secretaries with whom he collaborated wrote in his style before he then reviewed what they had written. To their work he added his inventive touch and the finished product was published under his name. Dumas was criticized and even brought to trial for this collaboration. Despite this, the public loved his work. Dumas held his readers captive. Pieces of his narratives were published daily in journals. Each day the readers were left with the phrase, to be cont? They anxiously wondered what would happen next.

Dumas’ economic success was hindered by a lavish wild lifestyle. He was always in financial trouble. He once left Paris to live in Brussels because his creditors allowed him no peace. Fortunately, Dumas was brought back to Paris once a friend had regulated his accounts.

In 1860, Dumas’ whimsical nature brought him to Naples where the political insurgent Giuseppe Garibaldi had requested his presence. Here Dumas became involved with politics and also served as superintendent for an art museum. 1864 brought him back to Paris where he was watched over by his son. His son was also a writer who had amassed a glory of his own, as well as the fortune his father never could. His son tended to his father’s financial needs until Dumas’ death in 1870. Alexandre Dumas died on his son’s estate on December 5, 1870.

Dumas is best remembered for his historical novels such as Monte Cristo. Here, history forms the backdrop to the fantastic fictional inventions of a wild mind. Dumas’ output also contains romances such as the Valois romances and D’Artagnan. These works involve real historic characters and events to teach the French people their national history. Explanations of events are, however, a fabrication of Dumas’ imagination.

Never ceasing creativity is the heart of Dumas’ genius. His action filled dramas and novels capture the true essence of human spirit. Dumas’ sense of adventure lives on through the pages of his works.”
~ Excerpted from GradeSaver ~

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Alexandre Dumas, père (French for “father”, akin to Senior in English), born Dumas Davy de la Pailleterie, was a French writer, best known for his numerous historical novels of high adventure which have made him one of the most widely read French authors in the world. Many of his novels, including The Count of Monte Cristo, The Three Musketeers, The Man in the Iron Mask, and The Vicomte de Bragelonne were serialized. Dumas also wrote plays and magazine articles, and was a prolific correspondent.

How many of you remember the “One-Drop-Rule?” It’s the rule that designates whether a person is to be considered ‘Black’ or not, by southern slave owners and their sympathizers. They also believed that Black People, and their descendants could not possibly be entitled to or possessing intellect and the spirit of simply being “Human.” They are the main believers who say that it’s not possible for all of man-kind’s beginnings in ‘Africa.’
In the opinion of this author, it’s safe to remind everyone, that it’s been proven over and over again, that “Man-Kind’s Existence Began In Africa!” And with the “First Man’s” ability to think and imagine, civilization became a reality…

A few Written Works of a Thinking, Imaginative ‘Black-Man!’: 

The Count of Monte Cristo, The Three Musketeers, The Man In The Iron Mask, Robin Hood-Prince of Thieves, Twenty Years After, The Black Tulip, Queen Marguerite de Valois, The Vicomte de Bragelonne, Le Comte de Monte-Cristo II, Louise de La Vallière, and more.

Excerpted from Wikipedia/GoodReads
https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4785.Alexandre_Dumas 

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Dumas’s plays, when judged from a modern viewpoint, are crude, brash, and melodramatic, but they were received with rapture in the late 1820s and early 1830s. Henri III et sa cour (1829) portrayed the French Renaissance in garish colours; Napoléon Bonaparte (1831) played its part in making a legend of the recently dead emperor; and in Antony (1831) Dumas brought a contemporary drama of adultery and honour to the stage.

Though he continued to write plays, Dumas next turned his attention to the historical novel, often working with collaborators (especially Auguste Maquet). Considerations of probability or historical accuracy generally were ignored, and the psychology of the characters was rudimentary. Dumas’s main interest was the creation of an exciting story set against a colourful background of history, usually the 16th or 17th century.

When success came, Dumas indulged his extravagant tastes and consequently was forced to write more and more rapidly in order to pay his creditors. He tried to make money by journalism and with travel books but with little success.

The unfinished manuscript of a long-lost novel, Le Chevalier de Sainte-Hermine (The Last Cavalier), was discovered in the Bibliothèque Nationale in Paris in the late 1980s and first published in 2005.
https://www.britannica.com/biography/Alexandre-Dumas-pere 

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Dumas was born in Paris, France, the illegitimate child of Marie-Laure-Catherine Labay (1794–1868), a dressmaker, and novelist Alexandre Dumas. In 1831 his father legally recognized him and ensured that the young Dumas received the best education possible at the Institution Goubaux and the Collège Bourbon. At that time, the law allowed the elder Dumas to take the child away from his mother. Her agony inspired the younger Dumas to write about tragic female characters. In almost all of his writings, he emphasized the moral purpose of literature; in his play The Illegitimate Son (1858) he espoused the belief that if a man fathers an illegitimate child, then he has an obligation to legitimize the child and marry the woman (see Illegitimacy in fiction). At boarding schools, he was constantly taunted by his classmates because of his family situation. These issues profoundly influenced his thoughts, behaviour, and writing.

Dumas’ paternal great-grandparents were Marquis Alexandre-Antoine Davy de la Pailleterie, a French nobleman and Général commissaire in the Artillery in the colony of Saint-Domingue—now Haiti—and Marie-Cessette Dumas, an African slave. Their son Thomas-Alexandre Dumas became a high-ranking soldier under Napoleon.

In 1844, Dumas moved to Saint-Germain-en-Laye, near Paris, to live with his father. There he met Marie Duplessis, a young courtesan who would be the inspiration for the character Marguerite Gauthier in his romantic novel La Dame aux camélias (The Lady of the Camellias). Adapted into a play, it was titled Camille in English and became the basis for Verdi’s 1853 opera, La traviata, Duplessis undergoing yet another name change, this time to Violetta Valéry.

Although he admitted that he had done the adaptation because he needed the money, he had great success with the play, which started his career as a dramatist. He was not only more renowned than his father during his lifetime, but also dominated the serious French stage for most of the second half of the 19th century. After this, he virtually abandoned writing novels, though his semi-autobiographical L’Affaire Clemenceau (1867) achieved some solid success.

On 31 December 1864, in Moscow, Dumas married Nadezhda von Knorring (1826 – April 1895), daughter of Johan Reinhold von Knorring and widow of Alexander Grigorievich Narishkin. The couple had two daughters: Marie-Alexandrine-Henriette Dumas, born 20 November 1860, who married Maurice Lippmann and was the mother of Serge Napoléon Lippmann (1886–1975) and Auguste Alexandre Lippmann (1881–1960); and Jeanine Dumas (3 May 1867 – 1943), who married Ernest Lecourt d’Hauterive (1864–1957), son of George Lecourt d’Hauterive and his wife Léontine de Leusse. After Nadezhda’s death, Dumas married Henriette Régnier de La Brière (1851–1934) in June 1895, without issue.

In 1874, he was admitted to the Académie française and in 1894 he was awarded the Légion d’honneur.

Dumas died at Marly-le-Roi, Yvelines, on 27 November 1895, and was interred in the Montmartre Cemetery in Paris. His grave is some 100 metres away from that of Marie Duplessis.”
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alexandre_Dumas,_fils 

Albeit, this Brother is another light complected Black Author who was the victim of America’s (and possibly Europe as well) “White-washing” attempts…until the truth emerged, once again. One cannot speak of “Black History” without the mentioning of this great Black Author, Alexandre Dumas. 

This month, everyone is (possibly) celebrating “Black History Month.” We all should be aware with the reminder to the world, there would be no history without ‘Black Folk(s).’ In celebrating Black History Month, the deeds were done throughout the years; should the celebration be entitled “Black History Years,” as opposed to “Black History Months?” I don’t know…‘Black History Months’ is pretty cool with me.

How about you?

Til Next Time…

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‘Hidden in the Shadows’

“The First Portrait and First Statue of Two Philly Heroic Black Icons”

‘Abele and Catto, Philly’s Finest’

By

Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.

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Who Designed the Philadelphia Museum of Art?

Julian Abele!”

The first portrait of an African-American to be displayed on the campus of Duke University!

According to History, Many  Reliable Sources, Wikipedia Journals, and Me… “Julian Abele (April 30, 1881 – April 23, 1950), Philadelphia’s own, was a prominent African-American architect, and chief designer in the offices of Horace Trumbauer. He contributed to the design of more than 400 buildings, including Harvard University’s Widener Memorial Library (1915), Monmouth University’s Shadow Lawn Mansion (1927), the Central Branch of the Free Library of Philadelphia (1927), and the Philadelphia Museum of Art (1914-28); and was the primary designer for the campus of Duke University (1924-54). Abele’s contributions to the Trumbauer firm were great, but the only building for which he claimed authorship during Trumbauer’s lifetime was the Duke University Chapel.”

…Another Best Kept Secret From The American and World Public. Now and Forever More…

“Out From The Shadows”

The first African-American graduate of the University of Pennsylvania Architecture Department!

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‘A Statue Of A Black Man Has Been Erected And Placed On The Apron Of Philadelphia’s City Hall!’

‘The First African American In Philadelphia To Have A Statue Erected In His Honor’ is:

“Octavius Valentine Catto!”

In light of the many statues that have come to pass… the removal of honors bestowed upon slaveholders/owners across these United States, has brought to play major controversy in the aftermath and ongoing association/practice of racism and bigotry.

Here in Philadelphia, a major proponent of separation between the races and hater of Black and Brown folk in this town was one ‘Frank Rizzo.’ He was the racist police commissioner and mayor back in the day who held a firm hatred for Black progression while entertaining a massive hatred for the local “Black Panther Party” as well as the “MOVE” organization. The removal of his statue which stands out in front of the ‘Municipal Services Building’ on JFK Blvd, across the street from City Hall raises the ire of many white folk in Philly. The erection of a Black Fist and Afro Hair Pick next to the despised monument, simply does not do justice for the representation of Black Folk in this city or any type of unification amongst the citizens of Philadelphia – The erection of the ‘Catto Statue’ does.

The name “Catto” was infamously dreaded and feared back in the day. If you were a kid attending school within the Philadelphia School System, you knew Catto as the bad school for boys; the other two (now defunct schools) were “Carmen” for girls, and “Daniel Boone” for boys.

We, who were ‘Black School Children,’ should have known exactly who this great man was. His name was known only for something negative contrary to something, of course, positive.

The name was successfully defamed and removed from the memory of all who knew him and his uplifting work. The ones who were placed in control, in charge…the ones who were entrusted with the power of educating and/or de-educating poor Black and Brown children throughout the school system. The meeting rooms were known to have echoed with loud and sinister laughter in the old school district headquarters located at 21st street and Benjamin Franklin Parkway. It was they who orchestrated the defamation of Catto’s name and legacy.

We as people of color…all people, parents, and grandparents should feel and realize the importance of not forgetting the history of the first, real, and huge honor bestowed upon “Octavius Valentine Catto,” by The city of Philadelphia, PA!

The intellectual, a.k.a., Brother Catto, circa 1959, had his name placed upon a school where academics had no meaning. Catto was a school that nobody wanted to attend. Like the defunct ‘Daniel Boone’ and ‘Carmen’ disciplinary schools, the school was only known for the day-time corralling of bullies, criminals in training, and juvenile delinquents. Many times when these classified individuals would turn up missing from the traditional hallways and locker rooms, it was believed that they has been shipped or transferred to one of those three schools – especially the one on South Street, “Catto!”

Brother Catto was shot and killed in broad day-light during his attempts at getting out the “Black Vote.” He was actively participating in getting Black Folk to the polls safely. Black Voters were openly threatened with violence and worse by white rioters and hoodlums who supported white supremacy and white domination for simply thinking about voting.

Despite many witnesses, he was killed by a white man who was, of course, acquitted of his murder. Another killer, a key witness for the defense was also charged with the killing of a Black Man on that very day and was acquitted previously.

The son of slaves, Catto was an intellectual who was educated by an intellect…his educated Father! He also studied the literary classics, advanced mathematics, and languages while being taught by the Quaker and Presbyterian Scholars and several other educated persons in the Free-Thinking Community.

Someone asked if Blacks could possibly be intellectual…especially descendants of ignorant slaves.

Catto certainly proved his mind more than worthy and most probably exceeding the mental prowess of those who declared or considered themselves to be superior to any race of a non-white society.

These superior thinking beings doubted themselves and entertained fear at the thought…the dangerous possibility of many persons like Catto being in existence. Could it be possible that many more of these people walked amongst them? What would happen it these Black intelligent minds were all capable of mastering intellectual thought? Could there be legions of Young Black African Americans with academic abilities waiting to teach other Young Black African Americans?

One question could be asked…was Catto murdered because he dared to teach? Was he killed for daring to be politically incorrect for believing himself to be capable of mastering intellectual thought and passing it along to other Blacks? Was his gift contagious? Could it be that he was killed for also having his students routinely recite and debate in open public forums and squares, displaying their competent abilities and awareness? …I wonder.

Octavius Valentine Catto was well known. He was, by the white power entity, considered an “enemy of the state.” He was considered to be guilty of continually striving to free the minds of Young Black People.

He was vehemently despised by the Philadelphia Black Democratic Party of the particular era, while being politely tolerated by the progressive anti-slavery wing of the Republican Party.

I can honestly say that I am in total agreement with Brother ‘Jim Scott’ of SCOOP USA, on the unveiling of ‘The Octavius Valentine Catto Statue’ which now sits upon the apron of Philadelphia’s City Hall Courtyard as a great moment in the history of ‘Philly!’

If anyone deserves to be commemorated in chiseled stone – it’s Brother Catto!

The name of Dr. Catto should be remembered by People of Color – All People and recognized alongside Dr. King and many other Black American Heroes… However, it wasn’t, was it? We can ask why, but we all know the answer to that question…don’t we?

 

Til Next Time…

‘G’

~ “Sankofa” the “Maafa” ~

 

 

Acknowledgments and References:

Julian Abele_5.9.13

The Five Major African Initiation Rites

Prof. Manu Ampim

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‘Julian Francis Abele’

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(Missing Posting on Julian Abele By Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.)

The Philadelphia Art Museum’s Architect: Horace Trumbauer and Julian Abele

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Background:

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Julian F. Abele

Julian Abele, photograph.jpg

Julian Abele (photo Duke University Archives)

Born Julian Francis Abele[1]

April 30, 1881

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania USA

Died April 23, 1950 (aged 68)

Philadelphia, Pennsylvania USA

NationalityU SA

Alma mater Cheyney University (1896)

Pennsylvania Museum School of Industrial Art (PMSIA) (1898)

University of Pennsylvania, Department of Architecture (B.A., Architecture, 1902)

Occupation architect

Notable work Duke University Campus

Duke University Chapel

Cameron Indoor Stadium

Allen Administrative Building (completed after his death)

Spouse(s) Marguerite Bulle (m.1925)

Children Julian Abele, Jr. (architect)

Marguerite Marie Abele

Nadia Boulanger Abele

Parent(s) Charles Abele

Mary Adelaide Jones Abele

Relatives Absalom Jones (Episcopalian minister)

Julian Abele Cook Jr. (judge)

Julian Abele Cook (architect)

Julian Francis Abele (April 30, 1881 – April 23, 1950) was a prominent African-American architect, and chief designer in the offices of Horace Trumbauer. He contributed to the design of more than 400 buildings, including the Widener Memorial Library at Harvard University (1912–15), the Central Branch of the Free Library of Philadelphia (1918–27), and the Philadelphia Museum of Art (1914–28). He was the primary designer of the west campus of Duke University (1924–54). Abele’s contributions to the Trumbauer firm were great, but the only building for which he claimed authorship during Trumbauer’s lifetime was the Duke University Chapel; after Trumbauer’s death, he was more open in claiming credit for his work, which included the original architectural drawings for Cameron Indoor Stadium.

Julian Abele was born in Philadelphia into a prominent family. His maternal grandfather was Robert Jones, who in the late 18th century founded the city’s Lombard Street Central Presbyterian Church. He was also related to Absalom Jones, who established the African Episcopal Church of St. Thomas in 1794, the first black church in Philadelphia. His nephew, Julian Abele Cook, worked as the Building Coordinator for Howard University, and Abele’s son, Julian Francis Abele, Jr. was an architectural engineer.

Abele’s temperament and his life defy easy characterization. He was a dedicated francophile, and his wife was French. A devotee of the Philadelphia Orchestra as well as of the University of Pennsylvania football team, he was reserved and always immaculately dressed. One friend noted that even on vacations at the beach he always wore his suit to the boardwalk.

Abele worked in many media: watercolor, lithography, etching and pencil,, while also working wood, iron, gold and silver.. He designed and constructed all his own furniture; even doing the petit point himself… While he knew many historic styles, he seemed to love Louis XIV French most of all..

Education:

Presentation drawing (1918) for the Free Library of Philadelphia. Although unsigned, this appears to be drawn by Abele.

Abele attended the Quaker-run Institute for Colored Youth, which later became Cheyney University, where he excelled in mathematics and was chosen to deliver the commencement address. In 1898, he completed a two-year architectural drawing course at the Pennsylvania Museum School of Industrial Art (PMSIA).

He was the first black student admitted to the Department of Architecture at the University of Pennsylvania. This achievement was all the more noteworthy for the restrictions blacks faced at the university, including not being able to live in dormitories or dine in the school’s cafeteria. On projects assigned to pairs of students, he partnered with Louis Magaziner, the only Jewish student in the department, who also faced discrimination. This was the beginning of a lifelong friendship between the two.

He won a 1901 student competition to design a Beaux Arts pedestrian gateway. His submission was in the form of an exedra – a curved bench flanked by piers, but with steps passing through its center. This became his first commission when it was built on the campus of Haverford College. The Edward B. Conklin Memorial Gate stands at the Railroad Avenue entrance to the college. He was widely respected among his peers, earning the nickname “Willing and Able”, and also won student awards for his designs for a post office and a museum of botany, and he was elected as the president of the university’s Architectural Society.

He became the University of Pennsylvania architecture department’s first black graduate in 1902. He worked part-time for a local architect and attend evening classes at the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts. Under the financial sponsorship of Philadelphia architect Horace Trumbauer, he traveled through France and Italy, an experience that was to influence his design work throughout his life.

École des Beaux-Arts:

Between 1903 and his hiring by Horace Trumbauer in 1906, Abele traveled throughout Europe. His descendants contend that he studied at the École des Beaux-Arts in Paris during his stay. But Sandra L. Tatman, co-author of The Biographical Dictionary of Philadelphia Architects, 1700-1930, could find no record of his having been enrolled at the École. She allows that he may have been permitted to informally sit in on the school’s atelier. She also notes that Abele listed travel to France, Italy, England, Germany, Switzerland, and Spain on his membership application to the American Institute of Architects (AIA), but not study at the École des Beaux-Arts.

Career:

PMA T-Square Club Catalogue 1916 p.15.jpg

Immediately after his graduation from Penn in 1902, Abele traveled west to Spokane, Washington, where he designed a house for his sister, Elizabeth Abele Cook, before returning east. In 1906, Abele joined the Trumbauer firm as assistant to chief designer Frank Seeburger. When Seeburger left the firm in 1909, Abele advanced to chief designer. Abele’s stature within the firm was no secret; he was the second-highest paid employee. He was an architect.

Art historian David B. Brownlee studied the 14-year effort to design and build the Philadelphia Museum of Art, 1914-28. He credits Trumbauer architect Howell Lewis Shay with the building’s plan and massing, but notes that the final perspective drawings are in Abele’s distinctive hand. Design of the exterior terracing, including the front steps celebrated in the 1976 film Rocky, is credited to Abele.

Following Trumbauer’s death in 1938, the firm continued until 1950 under the name “Office of Horace Trumbauer,” co-headed by Abele and William O. Frank. Commissions were hard to come by during The Depression and World War II, but the firm completed Duke Indoor Stadium at Duke University in 1940, which was renamed Cameron Indoor Stadium in 1972, and later made additions to Duke’s Library (1948) and designed Duke’s Allen Administrative Building (1954).

When Abele joined the American Institute of Architects in 1942, Philadelphia Museum of Art director Fiske Kimball called him “one of the most sensitive designers in America”. Smithsonian Magazine described him, in a career retrospective, as “probably the most accomplished [Black Architect] of his era.”

Despite being the primary designer of Duke University, Abele was refused accommodations at a Durham hotel during a visit to campus. Although it was not until 1988 that a portrait of him was displayed at the University, the main quad at Duke University is now officially named Abele Quad with a dedication plaque prominently placed at the busiest spot on campus.

Family:

In 1925, at the age of 44, he married Marguerite Bulle, a French pianist 20 years his junior. They had three children: Julian Abele, Jr., Marguerite Marie Abele (died young), and Nadia Boulanger Abele. Marguerite left him in 1936, to become the common-law wife of opera singer Jozep Kowalewski, with whom she had three additional children. Because Abele never took action to divorce his wife, the Kowalewski children shared in his estate.

He died from a heart attack in 1950, in Philadelphia.

Legacy:

The Allen Administration Building at Duke University, which he designed, was completed after his death in 1950.

In 1988 Duke University honored Abele with his portrait that is displayed in the main lobby of the Allen Building. It was the first portrait of an African-American to be displayed on the campus. To prominently acknowledge his contribution to Duke University’s West Campus, the main quad at Duke is now officially named Abele Quad with a dedication plaque prominently placed at the busiest spot on campus.

On August 17, 2012, construction began on Julian Abele Park, at 22nd & Carpenter Streets in Philadelphia.

Architectural historian Dreck Spurlock Wilson is preparing the first biography of Abele.

List of Cheyney University of Pennsylvania alumni References:

^ Jump up to: a b c d e “PENN BIOGRAPHIES: Julian Francis Abele (1881-1950)”, University of Pennsylvania Archives

^ Jump up to: a b c Cf. Tifft 2005

^ Jump up to: a b Wilson, Dreck Spurlock, African-American Architects: A Biographical Dictionary, 1865-1945, Taylor & Francis, December 12, 2003. Cf. p. 144. Biographical entry for Julian Abele Cook (1904–1986), an architect. Judge Julian Abele Cook, Jr. is the son of Julian Abele Cook, the son of Julian Abele’s sister Elizabeth Rebecca Abele Cook.

Jump up ^ http://www.blackpast.org/aah/abele-julian-f-1881-1950

Jump up ^ “Julian Abele, Architect”. Library.duke.edu. May 26, 2010. Retrieved January 5, 2012.

^ Jump up to: a b c d e http://www.smithsonianmag.com/history/out-of-the-shadows-85569503/

Jump up ^ “75th Anniversary – Julian Abele”. Libwww.freelibrary.org. Retrieved January 5, 2012.

^ Jump up to: a b Webster, Josephine Faulkner. “Julian Francis Abele (1881-1950).” In Wilson, Dreck Spurlock (ed.), African-American Architects: A Biographical Dictionary, 1865-1945, 2004, pp. 1–3. Taylor & Francis.

^ Jump up to: a b Henry Magaziner, son of Abele’s U. of P. classmate and friend Louis Magaziner, in a 1989 interview. Quoted in Susan E. Tifft, “Out of the Shadows,” Smithsonian Magazine, February 2005.

Jump up ^ “Gate on Haverford College Campus Linked to Black Architectural Pioneer Julian Abele,” Journal of Blacks in Higher Education, January 26, 2016.

Jump up ^ Conklin Memorial Gate, from Google Earth.

^ Jump up to: a b c d http://www.curbed.com/2015/1/16/10001296/julian-abele-black-architect-of-duke-university

Jump up ^ Gates, Henry Louis; Higginbotham, Evelyn Brooks (2004-04-29). African American Lives. Oxford University Press, USA. ISBN 9780195160246.

Jump up ^ “75th Anniversary – Julian Abele”. Libwww.freelibrary.org. Retrieved 2013-07-04.

Jump up ^ Biography: Abele, Julian Francis (1881 – 1950), from Philadelphia Architects and Buildings.

Jump up ^ https://www.philadelphiabuildings.org/pab/app/ar_display.cfm/21458

Jump up ^ David B. Brownlee, Making a Modern Classic: The Architecture of the Philadelphia Museum of Art (Philadelphia Museum of Art, 1997), pp. 60–61, 72–73.

^ Jump up to: a b https://today.duke.edu/2016/03/abele

^ Jump up to: a b William E. King (2009). “North Carolina Architects & Builders: Abele, Julian Francis (1881-1950)”. North Carolina State University Libraries.

Jump up ^ Friends of Julian Abele Park Website

Jump up ^ “Julian Abele Park Ribbon Cutting”, March 24, 2009.

Jump up ^ Kristin E. Holmes, “Haverford gate a portal to architect Abele’s legend,” The Philadelphia Inquirer, February 6, 2016.

Further reading:

Magaziner, Henry J., As I Remember Julian Abele, (unpublished typescript, biography file, Athenaeum of Philadelphia). The author was the son of Abele’s friend Louis Magaziner.

Maher, James T., The Twilight of Splendor; Chronicles of the Age of American Palaces, (Boston: Little, Brown, 1975).

Tifft, Susan E., “Out of the Shadows: After decades of obscurity, African-American architect Julian Abele is finally getting recognition for his contributions to some of 20th-century America’s most prestigious buildings”, Smithsonian Magazine, February 2005.

Wilson, Dreck Spurlock, African American Architects: A Biographical Dictionary, 1865-1945, (London: Routledge-Taylor & Francis Books, 2004).

External links:

Wikimedia Commons has media related to Julian Abele.

Julian Abele at Find a Grave

Abele, Julian (1881 – 1950) — “Philadelphia Architects and Buildings” biography.

Julian Abele: Hidden in the Shadows — Duke University Historical Note, University Archives.

Julian Abele — at the Pennsylvania Museum School of Industrial Art.

The Winterthur Library — Overview of an archival collection featuring Julian Abele.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Julian_Abele

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“Propaganda”

By
Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.
http://blackhistory.com/content/329098/propaganda

 

Propaganda:

1.
information, ideas, or rumors deliberately spread widely to help or harm a person, group, movement, institution, nation, etc.
2.
the deliberate spreading of such information, rumors, etc.
3.
the particular doctrines or principles propagated by an organization or movement.

When one thinks of “Walls” and “Keeping Out The Immigrants” I can’t help thinking about all those folks who fought and died to come to this land…as well as those who did not; brought here against their will(s), in chains. Did the people who happened to already be residing in and upon this land…did they welcome the new comers, the immigrants; or where the new comers invaders and usurpers of this land? Did they come to the ‘America’s’ as invited guests or occupiers?

‘Amendment XIII’

Section 1.
Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exists within the United States, or any place subject to thier jurisdiction.

Section 2.
Congress shall have power to enforce this article by appropriate legislation.

‘Amendment XIV’

Section 1.
All persons born or naturalized in the United Statesm, and subject to the jurisdiction thereof, aare citizens of the United States and to the state wherein they reside. No state shall make or enforce any law which abridge the privileges or immunities of citizens of the United States; nor shall any state deprive any person of life, liberty, or property, without due process of law; nor deny to any person within its jurisdiction the equal protection of the laws.

Followed by:
Section 2., Section 3., Section 4., and Section 5 of the “Declaration of Independence and The Constiution of the United States of America.

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I’m a bit late with this comment since the so-called holiday has passed…could be it will stick around til next year or the next time the subject arises.

Dear Friends, Readers, Fans, I apologize.

I have the greatest admiration and commendations for our Italian American Family. Like every other “American” group of people, we’ve all made astounding significant contributions to this country of ours. However, there have been many who have added to the detriment of our causes. Each and every immigrant to this land has experienced its’ share of bad guys and gals. With that being said, we’ve also had our share of one group against the other. But when it comes to an out-and-out criminal…one could easily wonder why. Why continue to be a proponent of one who has been identified as being the opposite of what we have all been taught?
I like ‘Italian American Day (or month; i.e., “Black History Month, Native/Indegenous American History Month, Asian History Month, Latino History Month, Etc.”)’ as opposed to “Christopher Columbus Day.” I also think, if one had to have a singular character to represent all, I would want someone who is truly a character who would have been a bonafide ‘good-guy’ and true-to-life-figure! How in the hell can you discover something when there is already somebody living there; a new land when there is/was someone living on it at the time of the so-called discovery?

That’s like someone walking into your house, taking a seat at the dinner table or sits down in front of the TV in your living room without your invitation or permission! What if he goes upstairs and gets in the bed with your wife or one of your children and says to you, “It’s okay, I’ve just now discovered all of this…and claim it all as mine?

Has anyone wondered why “Amerigo Vespucci” wasn’t chosen for the columbus role? There was a hell-of-a-lot going on in and around ‘1492.’

According to ‘Wkikipedia,’ “Amerigo Vespucci (Italian pronunciation: [ameˈriːɡo vesˈputtʃi]; was an Italian explorer, financier, navigator and cartographer who first demonstrated that Brazil and the West Indies did not represent Asia’s eastern outskirts as initially conjectured from Columbus’ voyages, but instead constituted an entirely separate landmass hitherto unknown to people of the Old World.
Colloquially referred to as the New World, this second super continent came to be termed “Americas”, deriving its name from Americus, the Latin version of Vespucci’s first name.”

“While his elder brothers were sent to the University of Pisa to pursue scholarly careers, Amerigo Vespucci embraced a mercantile life, and was hired as a clerk by the Florentine commercial house of Medici, headed by Lorenzo de’ Medici. Vespucci acquired the favor and protection of Lorenzo di Pierfrancesco de’ Medici who became the head of the business after the elder Lorenzo’s death in 1492. In March 1492, the Medici dispatched the thirty-eight-year-old Vespucci and Donato Niccolini as confidential agents to look into the Medici branch office in Cádiz (Spain), whose managers and dealings were under suspicion.

In April 1495, by the intrigues of Bishop Juan Rodríguez de Fonseca, the Crown of Castile broke their monopoly deal with Christopher Columbus and began handing out licenses to other navigators for the West Indies. Just around this time (1495–96), Vespucci was engaged as the executor of Giannotto Berardi, an Italian merchant who had recently died in Seville. Vespucci organized the fulfillment of Berardi’s outstanding contract with the Castilian crown to provide twelve vessels for the Indies. After these were delivered, Vespucci continued as a provision contractor for Indies expeditions, and is known to have secured beef supplies for at least one (if not two) of Columbus’ voyages.”

“Some have suggested that Vespucci, in the two letters published in his lifetime, was exaggerating his role and constructed deliberate fabrications. However, many scholars now believe that the two letters were not written by him but were fabrications by others based in part on genuine letters by Vespucci. It was the publication and widespread circulation of the letters that might have led Waldseemüller to name the new continent America on his world map of 1507 in Lorraine. Vespucci used a Latinised form of his name, Americus Vespucius, in his Latin writings, which Waldseemüller used as a base for the new name, taking the feminine form America, according to the prevalent view. The book accompanying the map stated: “I do not see what right any one would have to object to calling this part, after Americus who discovered it and who is a man of intelligence, Amerige, that is, the Land of Americus, or America: since both Europa and Asia got their names from women”. It is possible that Vespucci was not aware that Waldseemüller had named the continent after him.[8]
The two disputed letters claim that Vespucci made four voyages to America, while at most two can be verified from other sources. At the moment, there is a dispute between historians on when Vespucci visited the mainland the first time. Some historians like Germán Arciniegas and Gabriel Camargo Pérez think that his first voyage was made in June 1497 with the Spanish Pilot Juan de la Cosa.

Vespucci’s real historical importance may well rest more in his letters, whether he wrote them all or not, than in his discoveries. From these letters, the European public learned about the newly discovered continents of the Americas for the first time; its existence became generally known throughout Europe within a few years of the letters’ publication.”
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amerigo_Vespucci

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“The Hate That Hate Produced!”

DiversityInc.:

“Trump Scraps Key Obamacare Subsidies!”
Reuters, October 13, 2017
http://www.diversityinc.com/news/trump-scraps-key-obamacare-subsidies/?utm_term=Trump%20Scraps%20Key%20Obamacare%20Subsidies&utm_campaign=Model%20in%20Dove%20Ad%20Speaks%20Out%3A%20%5Cu2018I%5Cu2019m%20Not%20a%20Victim%5Cu2019&utm_content=email&utm_source=Act-On+Software&utm_medium=email&cm_mmc=Act-On%20Software-_-email-_-Model%20in%20Dove%20Ad%20Speaks%20Out%3A%20%5Cu2018I%5Cu2019m%20Not%20a%20Victim%5Cu2019-_-Trump%20Scraps%20Key%20Obamacare%20Subsidies

Trump has been frustrated by Republicans’ failure to repeal and replace the law known as Obamacare, thwarting a promise he made during his 2016 presidential campaign.

Trump on Friday urged Democrats to make a healthcare deal after cutting off Obamacare subsidies to health insurance companies for low-income patients in a forceful move that sparked threats of legal action and concern of chaos in insurance markets!

“It is a spiteful act of vast, pointless sabotage leveled at working families and the middle class in every corner of America,” they said. “Make no mistake about it, Trump will try to blame the Affordable Care Act, but this will fall on his back and he will pay the price for it.”

Trump proudly says, “Piece by piece we will now begin the process of giving America the great HealthCare it deserves!”

The decision is the most dramatic action Trump has taken yet to weaken the Affordable Care Act, President Barack Obama’s signature healthcare law, which extended insurance to 20 million Americans.

“Senate Democratic Leader Chuck Schumer and House Democratic Leader Nancy Pelosi derided the subsidies cut-off in a joint statement, saying Trump would single-handedly push Americans’ healthcare premiums higher.

“It is a spiteful act of vast, pointless sabotage leveled at working families and the middle class in every corner of America,” they said. “Make no mistake about it, Trump will try to blame the Affordable Care Act, but this will fall on his back and he will pay the price for it.”

New York Attorney General Eric T. Schneiderman said in a statement he was prepared to lead other attorneys general in a lawsuit.

“I will not allow  Trump to once again use New York families as political pawns in his dangerous, partisan campaign to eviscerate the Affordable Care Act at any cost,” he wrote.

The nonpartisan Congressional Budget Office estimated that cutting off the payments would cause premiums to rise 20 percent in 2018 and that 5 percent of Americans would live in areas that do not have an insurer in the individual market in 2018.

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“Trump Speaks at Event Hosted by Hate Group”
Trump is the first sitting president to speak at the Values Voter Summit, put on by the Family Research Council (FRC).
By
Frank Kineavy / October 16, 2017
http://www.diversityinc.com/news/trump-speaks-event-hosted-hate-group/?utm_term=Trump%20Speaks%20at%20Event%20Hosted%20by%20Hate%20Group&utm_campaign=Black%20Lawmakers%20Slam%20Facebook%20For%20Ads%20Targeting%20BLM%2C%20Lack%20of%20Board%20Diversity&utm_content=email&utm_source=Act-On+Software&utm_medium=email&cm_mmc=Act-On%20Software-_-email-_-Black%20Lawmakers%20Slam%20Facebook%20For%20Ads%20Targeting%20BLM%2C%20Lack%20of%20Board%20Diversity-_-Trump%20Speaks%20at%20Event%20Hosted%20by%20Hate%20Group

According to the Southern Poverty Law Center (SPLC), Trump spoke to a hate group last week — and he was a hit. The Family Research Council, which is on the SPLC hate group list, invited the 45th president to speak at the Values Voter Summit, an annual socially conservative conference. This proved to be a political layup for Trump, the first sitting president to speak at the conference, amidst the turmoil surrounding his administration.

A key focal point to the address was the so-called war on Christmas. Trump vowed that, under his lead, department stores across the country will return to acknowledging the Christmas holiday.

He also used the crowd to push for action on replacing the Affordable Care Act. This comes on the heels of his decision to roll back an Obamacare requirement to provide birth control as part of health insurance programs.

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“Black NFL Players Who Protest Bashed on Roy Moore’s Facebook Page”
The Alabama GOP senate nominee’s Facebook page contained a meme, which stated: “Want to stop riots? Play the National Anthem. They’ll all sit down.”
By
Sheryl Estrada / October 5, 2017
http://www.diversityinc.com/news/black-nfl-players-protest-bashed-roy-moores-facebook-page/?utm_term=Black%20NFL%20Players%20Who%20Protest%20Bashed%20on%20Roy%20Moore%5Cu2019s%20Facebook%20Page&utm_campaign=Black%20NFL%20Players%20Bashed%20by%20Senate%20Candidate&utm_content=email&utm_source=Act-On+Software&utm_medium=email&cm_mmc=Act-On%20Software-_-email-_-Black%20NFL%20Players%20Bashed%20by%20Senate%20Candidate-_-Black%20NFL%20Players%20Who%20Protest%20Bashed%20on%20Roy%20Moore%5Cu2019s%20Facebook%20Page

A Facebook page for Alabama GOP Senate nominee Roy Moore, known for fueling the “birther” movement against former President Barack Obama and for an anti-LBGTQ agenda, contained racist posts aimed at NFL players who protest during the national anthem.

A post shared on Moore’s page in September of last year shows rows of military coffins draped in the American flag. Under the image, the text read, “would the suppressed millionaire, NFL quarterback who would not stand for the National Anthem please point out which of these guys are Black so we can remove the offensive flag.”

Although Trump did not campaign for Moore, they share the same sentiments regarding NFL players who kneel during the national anthem to protest police brutality against the Black community, a move initiated by former San Francisco 49ers quarterback Colin Kaepernick in 2016.

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At a rally on Sept. 22 in Alabama, Trump said:

“Wouldn’t you love to see one of these NFL owners, when somebody disrespects our flag, to say, ‘Get that son of a bitch off the field right now.’ Out! He’s fired.”

“Federal Judge Refuses to Overturn Trump Pardon of Arpaio”
Reuters, October 5, 2017
http://www.diversityinc.com/news/federal-judge-refuses-overturn-trump-pardon-arpaio/?utm_term=Federal%20Judge%20Refuses%20to%20Overturn%20Trump%20Pardon%20of%20Arpaio&utm_campaign=Black%20NFL%20Players%20Bashed%20by%20Senate%20Candidate&utm_content=email&utm_source=Act-On+Software&utm_medium=email&cm_mmc=Act-On%20Software-_-email-_-Black%20NFL%20Players%20Bashed%20by%20Senate%20Candidate-_-Federal%20Judge%20Refuses%20to%20Overturn%20Trump%20Pardon%20of%20Arpaio

Arpaio was convicted in July of willfully violating a 2011 injunction barring his officers from stopping and detaining Latino motorists solely on suspicion they were in the country illegally. He had not yet been sentenced when Trump issued the pardon in August.

“A federal judge upheld President Donald Trump’s pardon earlier this year of 85-year-old former Arizona Sheriff Joe Arpaio, rejecting legal challenges by outside groups.

U.S. District Judge Susan Bolton said that she had considered the petitions filed by the American Civil Liberties Union of Arizona and other organizations, including one staffed by lawyers who worked for former Democratic President Barack Obama’s administration, but found no legal grounds to overturn the pardon.”

 

How Many of You Remember the warning message contained within the “MAAFA?”

 

“Maafa: Life After Conquest”
The Ruin Of A Nation Begins In The Homes Of Its People
https://boulwareenterprises.wordpress.com/2014/11/30/maafa-life-after-conquest/
https://search.yahoo.com/search?ei=UTF-8&fr=crmas&p=MAAFA

How – Where Is It possible For A Human Being To Have Peace Where There Is No Justice?

While many Americans continue to allow themselves to be brainwashed, distracted, and preoccupied with ‘Black Friday’ sales and other deceptive clandestine practices of ripping you off…”Give Me All Your Money!” The killing of another Black Youth sounded the alarm for unification. The focused marchers are ‘Marching’ and the focused protesters are ‘Protesting’ the continuing saga of Black elimination which is once again brought forth.

Does the word “BOYCOTT” ring a bell in your mind? Have you ever given a thought as to what the world economy would look like if every single person of color stayed home for just one single day…just one day? What do you think would happen if it occurred in one city or township alone?

White America asked itself, “What Shall Be Done With The Four Million Slaves Upon Emancipation?”

Brother Frederick Douglas answered in 1852, “Just Let Them Alone!”

Insurrection and Civil Uprising creates one hell of a burden on The white power structure and its Stock Exchange as well as a major financial impact on its “House of Cards”: …not only on the slave trade but exercises population overrun, food shortages, ramped crime and prison overflow, and the biggest dilemma of all – “Intermarriage!” What shall we do with them? “Return them to Africa” was one idea that went bust. It would cost too much.

“Blacks are not my equal – they are far below us!”

…Ask yourself, “self, am I being brainwashed, kept down with ignorance, denied simple rights and privileges, being shunned or looked down upon by those who do not like me or look like me; hate me?”

 

Do you think this is all simply ‘propaganda?’

 

What are you going to do about it…

VOTE?

 

Til Next Time…

 

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~ “The Fall of Light” ~

By
Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.
http://blackauthorsconnect.com/cgi-bin/blog.cgi?blog_id=327765&cid=10

“Another monster boom sounded just around the corner on ‘Walnut Lane.’ The instant flash and boom on the street took out another building. A twin house on the odd numbered side of the street was suddenly and instantaneously gone. Loud noises under the street and greenish glowing lights appeared as the crowds rushed for their homes!”

 

~’When The Light Fell Down’~

 

“What the fuck was that?”

“I dunno…it’s pretty damned dark out there.”

“Shit man, a big ass bump like that had to be felt for a few blocks around!”

“…Feel anything else?”

“Nah…it was probably some big ass truck or something.”

Aw right, turn the radio up, the Halloween shows are about to start.” The doorbell rang. It was
one of those chime-like doorbell ringers. It had a firm but soft tone.

“Damn kids – pain in the ass…where’s the candy?”

“Ho Dude! Listen! It’s Orson Welles! It’s one of his old radio shows – hurry up! Get me a cassette tape, quick!”

Rushing through the house with a cassette tape in hand, Russell fell over the ottoman sitting near the dining room threshold between there and the kitchen. He managed to get the tape into the recording machine just as the announcer introduced Orson Welles’ Halloween play.

Andre picked up his hot cup of java and prepared to drop a bit of whiskey in it. From the corner of his right eye he thought he’d seen a flash of light. He was reassured by another flash of falling light. This one more prominent that the other. The first one seemed to be a little ways down the road – over on ‘Haines Street.’ The second one seemed to fall a bit closer. It fell with an Earth-shattering boom…right smack in the middle of ‘High Street’ and ‘Baynton Street.’ The neighbors were all running around the corner to see what they thought was a terrible car crash. It wasn’t. It was the apartment building which sat on the northwest corner. The building was gone. What took its place was a monstrous sized gaping hole. The hole almost appeared bottomless at first. Then the rush of creek water sprouted from below. Rumor has it that the majority of this ‘Germantown’ area stood over bedrock and heavily flowing creek-water. The water was much deeper than the basements of houses built above.

Andre and Russell ran out of the house on East Walnut Lane. They ran along with many other neighbors, turning the corner at ‘Baynton St.’ They were all joined with other neighbors who came running in from other directions. Not one of them could believe what their eyes beheld. Inside of the gaping hole of approximately 80 ft. deep with a circumference twice that size, rested the engine of an airplane…a ‘747’ class or such.

Someone from the crowd of on-lookers shouted in a panicked voice…”Look At That!”

All heads and eyes turned to see. We all looked up into the night-time sky only to see the smoking, burning jet-liner; the owner of the mechanism residing within the pit that fell from the darkness. Its cabin lights were all aglow as were the flames licking along its fuselage on the port side wing where once an engine was attached.

The nose-diving air-bus assured all who witnessed the impending and tragic doom of all who sat within. However, to the chagrin of its pursuer, the unexpected skillful and heroic effort on the part of the vehicle’s pilots, in escaping a perilous end. Turning and spinning out of a death defying nose-dive, the airplane banked leftward up into the moonless starfilled sky. A Greenish-blue-white light skirted along the edge of the airplane’s tail section. The great and powerfull all consuming brilliance of the strange light lit up the nighttime sky, nearly blinding all who gazed upon it.

From the corner of our eyes, another startling shimer grabbed everyone’s attention. Within a milimeter of a second, the brightened sky returned to its natural state. That same glance captured another burst of greenish-blue-white light eminating from ground to air. This burst of light proved fatal indeed. This powerbeam of light completely engulfed the airbus. It first appeared as if the airplane was surrounded, encircled within the greenish-blue-white ball of light when suddenly, without an explosion or booming sound, the vehicle simply dissapeared in a flash. The aftermath was a puff of smoke and dust trapped within the light trail which fell back onto the plane’s pursuer indeed… The only sound or noise, if you will; it made, was a crackling-lightning-like streak as it flashed about. The deadly light fell back. It’s trail returning to the owner; back to the eye-beam 0f glassened-multi-paned-plastic-like lenses that sat inside a metalic-like globe. This globe was attached at the middle, to a life-like pole that moved not unlike an ‘Ostrich’ or ‘Giraffe’s’ looping rubber-like neck. It was monstrously elongated and yet flexible. The long neck was attached to what appeared to be a floating nuclear sub-marine with the same plastic-looking, glass-like lenses embedded in both ends of the floating vessell.

“Did I say floating?”

“Oh hell yeah I did!”

“I’m talking into the microphone of the same tape recorder in which I kept my old ‘Orson Welles’ tape. I recorded the “War of the Worlds” on this recorder and was going to make another copy with this blank the inside. Since I recorded the show years back, I thought with today’s technology, the broadcast would be upgraded, hence, another copy of the halloween show via the radio. Besides, it was plain ole fun just sittin around the radio with a bunch of hot dogs, sausages, pop-corn, soda, a few brews, a belt of booze to top it all off, and your “homeys” to show off for of course. If we had a little weed, that would work too.

Yo, my name is ‘Russell Creed,’ and my homey is ‘Andre (Stevie) Stevens.’ The halloween show was just about to start when all hell broke loose!

We were just hangin out at my brother’s house, me and Dre., some call him ‘Stevie.’ ‘G’ was out of town for a few and asked me to look in on the crib to make sure everything’s okay. He didn’t know I was with my boys’ when I stopped in to chill-out. That’s when all this shit started… I’d like to be the one who tells you all about what’s happenin…but I think the narrator/interpreter can do a better job. I say this because I don’t think we’re going to survive this invasion. And it ain’t a damned thing me, you, or the damned government can do about it.

Dre., was it something you wanted to add?”

“Damn Man, for some weirdly odd reason, I thought of my diner left to get cold on the kitchen table… I forgot that I was hungry! The dark night had become brighter than the brightest day. It was white-hot, light without heat…but yet, it was hot!”

The enormous shadowy cylinder was fully exposed at the dusk of brilliant light. It stomped and stormed its massive metalic yet glass or plastic-like smooth frame into full view.

The horrifying vessell certainly did float. The military people have determined that these machines were utilizing some sort of magnetic repulsion or anti-gravity devices in order to move along without tracks or wheels…they certainly were not flying.

At this point, we could see only one of them. There were actually three. When it became possible to completely see these murderers…killers of innocence; the thing which first became visible was that of the heart-stopping variety. A shinning, shimmering, clanking, clunking, cluttering, abhorition of metalic horror came clumbering up ‘Walnut Lane’ from ‘Germantown Avenue.’ We could all see this from ‘Baynton St.’ The monster machine stood as tall as ‘Billy Penn’ atop City-Hall in ‘Philly’s Downtown’ area, hat and all!

The top of this alien monster machine appeared to be that of a walking military helicopter without the blades that make it fly. It had a very large basket-like attachment located on its undercarriage. This thing stood and walked upon three crab or spider-like legs. Three tentacles or limbs with six pincer-like grabbers or fingers pertruded. One could easily guess at what they were being used for.

The sidewalk began to crackle and break. The separation caused by the split right down the center of Baynton Street encouraged the crowds to disperse and run for shelter and home. The safety of their families was of extreme paramount.

Another monster boom sounded just around the corner on ‘Walnut Lane.’ The instant flash and boom on the street took out another building. A twin house on the odd numbered side of the street was suddenly and instantaneously gone. Loud noises under the street and greenish glowing lights appeared as the crowds rushed for their homes. The booming became regular. They exploded all around the neighborhood. Parked cars became airborne flying objects of mass destruction. They flew back to Earth as two ton bombs of metal and shrapnel, crushing other cars and several people in the meshing mess. Jet planes flew overhead as police sirens screamed all around. The police cars did not stop in to check on the people, they were fleeing the area enmass.

Immediatly upon seeing the alien machines, to the horror and sadness of all; a father and his three children ran down ‘Germantown Avenue.’ They vanished as one of the flying multi-toned trash collection trucks descended upon them. Overhead clouds formed and caused the night-time blackness to take on the appearance of a day-time sky… The booming thunder, thumping-metal-grinding walking machines, flashing-burning white to blue-green rays, and falling lights burned to ashes anyone and anything it touched…

The towering walking machine was flanked by the three smaller floating ones. Two were positioned to its left-rear, the other its right, while the third served as point. They all moved in a way which complimented one another. They moved almost in a uniformed manner. The movement was a difined and planned march. It played out as if it had been a tried and true manuever.

All four monsters came into full view. Buildings, our homes seemed to disintegrate right before our very eyes as they moved over the dusty rubble toward us.

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“You have been asking for water for the last hour,” he said.

For a moment we were silent, taking stock of each other. I daresay he found me a strange enough figure, naked, save for my water-soaked trousers and socks, scalded, and my face and shoulders blackened by the smoke. His face was a fair weakness, his chin retreated, and his hair lay in crisp, almost flaxen curls on his low forehead; his eyes were rather large, pale-blue, and blankly staring. He spoke abruptly, looking vacantly away from me.

“This must be the beginning of the end,” he said, interrupting me. “The end! The great and terrible day of the Lord!” When the men shall call upon the mountains and the rocks to fall upon them and hide them – hide them from the face of Him that sitteth upon the throne!”

I began to understand the position. I ceased my labored reasoning, struggled to my feet, and standing over him, laid my hand on his shoulder.
“Be a man!” said I, “You are scared out your wits! What good is religion if it collapses under calamity? Think of what earthquakes and floods, wars and volcanoes, have done before to men! Did you think God had exempted Weybridge? He is not an insurance agent.”
For a time he sat in blank silence.
“But how can we escape?” he asked, suddenly. “They are invulnerable, they are pitiless.”
“Neither the one nor, perhaps, the other,” I answered. “And the mightier they are the more sane and wary should we be. One of them was killed yonder not three hours ago.”
“Killed1” he said, staring about him. “How can God’s ministers be killed?”
“I saw it happen.” I proceeded to tell him. “We have chanced to come in for the thick of it,” said I, “and that is all.”
“What is that flicker in the sky?” he asked abruptly.
I told him it was the heliograph signaling – that it was the sign of human help and effort in the sky.
“We are in the midst of it,” I said, “quiet as it is. That flicker in the sky tells of the gathering storm. Yonder, I take it, are the Martians, and Londonward, where those hills rise about Richmond and Kingston and the trees give cover, Earthworks are being thrown up and guns are being placed. Presently the Martians will be coming this way again.”

And even as I spoke he sprang to his feet and stopped me by a gesture.
“Listen!” he said.
From beyond the low hills across the water came the dull resonance of distant guns and a remote weird crying. Then everything was still. A cockchafer came droning over the hedge and past us. High in the west the crescent moon hung faint and pale above the smoke of Weybridge and Shepperton and the hot, still splendor of the sunset.

“We had better follow this path,” I said, “northward.”

Gene Barry was the starring hero from the classic ‘War of The Worlds’ by Herbert George Wells back in the sixties when I was a little boy. The bombs screamed across the big screen at the ‘Lehigh Movie Theatre’ on Lehigh Avenue between twenty-fourth and twenty-fifth Streets in North Philadelphia. My two younger brothers, two of the girls who lived next door on Myrtlewood Street; and me were shuttled off by our mothers that early Saturday evening. The ladies had plans of their own. We were shipped out to the movies. Man what a treat. Albeit we were all scared to death, afraid to leave the theatre on many other monster treated and frightful afternoons. I can remember running home, fearing the crossing of darkened alleyways along the route to the safe haven of the domicile. Vampires, Frankenstein’s Monster, Zombies, and Werewolves threatened to jump out and get us if we doddle and lagged behind.

The story, ‘War of the Worlds’ in the novel format takes the reader on a journey during the turn of the twentieth century in Britain. The Americanized movie version has it placed in Las Angeles with shots and scenes from around the globe.

The visionary Martian vessels were described as in the novel. They glowed the green lights and eerie screwing sounds of a mason jar unscrewing. The laser beam of instantaneous destruction managed to destroy and kill any and every living and non-living thing on the planet and in its path. The shadowy white dusty froth laden forms of human beings lay on the grounds and roadways of the countryside exit trails, hopefully leading to safety, played out in the book did make its ghostly presence on the big screen and in the book as well.

The movie version with Mr. Gene (Bat Masterson) Barry remains a classic; the traverse through the countryside of England uncovers a journey of epic endeavor, adventure, and excitement beyond the movie theatre.
“When Earth comes under siege from extraterrestrial invaders, the best and worst of mankind comes out among those struggling to survive.”

Mr. Wells was born in Bromley, Kent on September 21, 1866. He was called ‘Bertie’ by his family. His father was a shopkeeper who was previously a cricketer. After the business failed, his mother was forced to work as a domestic in the nearby country house of ‘Up-Park.’ She desired to return the family back to the middle-class status it had briefly enjoyed. Wells worked as a schoolteacher and a pharmacist. He also studied biology under Thomas Henry Huxley, a vociferous proponent of Charles Darwin’s theory of evolution. This gentleman made an extraordinary impression on him so much so that he returned to teaching completing his course studies and earned his degree. Wells went on with his mastery of the imagination and produced more thought provoking science fiction works in novel format and magazine periodicals as well as a couple of biology textbooks while working for the University Correspondence College.

“Herbert G. Wells published his first novel, The Time Machine to critical and popular acclaim in 1895. He became one of the most prolific writers of his generation. Mr. Wells has explored a vast variety of social, philosophical, and political I thoughts and ideas via the medium of what is described as science fiction.”

What happens when you wake up from a dream, a deeply remembered dream? You then realize that it was simply a dream… Time moves forward into your waking day when suddenly, the day is all that has previously transpired in your dream. Your dream has become your reality. So, which is which, the dream or the perceived reality?

 

…Can Anyone Decide Which Is True Or Which Is Not?

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~”They Came In Three’s”~

 

Albeit, the eye-like beams spit forth a deadly white light of destruction. The lights also appeared to be of a green, red, and blue color; a blend of different colors. No one stopped to wonder why the death-dealing machines shined three of four different yet distinct colors. Everyone simply ran.

We all ran in many different directions…away from the approaching invaders. Petty neighborhood squabbles were long forgotten with this new threat, a threat that brought about an eerie uniting of the people. There was little need to call upon the Black Folks for a meeting. There was little need to call for a rally or a boycott…all we wanted to do now was live…”By Any Means Necessary!”

‘Dre’ and I thought we’d have a chance to get back to the house…no way. The machines were nearing the corner of Baynton Street now. The surviving buildings along the block were engulfed in flames and smoke. Hope for them was an impossibility.

The uphill run on Walnut Lane to Morton Street was always a challenging hike on any given day. However, on this night, it was a push over. The reality was that nothing or no one was going to impeed the progress of life-saving escape. The analogy of people turning into savages rang true as every one seemed to run over any one who could not keep up or get out of the way of the stampeding horde.

Any parked cars along the way were very lucky at getting out. It was highly improbable that the escapees would have had time to pack a bag. The thought occured when I noticed the absence of vehicles on the street that would normally be jockying for a parking spot. Thirst crept into my throat, taking away all the aforementioned thoughts that occupied my mind while running away from certain death. I peered briefly back over my right shoulder. To take a longer look could cause one to miss a step and fall down. A half-a-second was all I needed…it was all that it took to see the horrific, spine tingling, and blood curdling events unfolding behind us. It’s been said that the eye works just like a camera. The eye-lid works the same way as that of a lense shutter on any given image capturing device. It only took a split second to see the multi-colored death ray zapping people…first they freeze in their tracks, then the human body glows to a greenish-blue aura, revealing the skeletinal inner frame of the person being zapped…then the body vanishes; disappears! The proverbial description of “Crabs In a Barrell” was the order of the day. One dared not look back too long. We all kept on running.

We ran until we could run no more. We found ourselves walking briskly along with many people near the intersection of ‘Chew Avenue and Washington Lane.’ We didn’t know many of the folks whom who accompanied us on this newly found trek away from the Walnut Lane area. As everyone seemed to be migrating toward the train station just past Chew Avenue, there were hundreds more running from Upsal Street to our location. If people were attempting to board the SEPTA Trains, how many had money to pay, if they bothered to stop at the station? It had to be well past two in the morning by this time. We didn’t think about time with all this madness going on. But with time to stop and think for a moment, things of importance began to factor in. We had no food. We had no water. We had no transportation or communication. Another thought occured to me…remembering a conversation with the fellas at Gerry’s House, our place of catharsis after a long days work. We argued about what would or could happen if our country ever had to deal with an invasion. Remembering what happened with the “911 Tragedy” and the storms and hurricanes which devistated the southern regions, we all agreed on what would probably happen. If an invading force knocked out communication, transportation, and utility services, a country could fall victim to the invading entity. As I looked around, weighing our circumstances, the reality of our thesis has come to pass.

Some one in the crowd loudly stated that the lot across the street is a city emergency center. From my vantage point in the middle of Washington Lane, I could see the big white city trash collection vehicles parked within. The large lot held several other city vehicles as well. This location is a major City Trash Recycling and Transfer Station. It can accommodate a very large amount of people. The only question is, how can this facility take care of all these people who are in need of food, water, waste disposal, and many other needs. I saw women with young children and babies… The elderly were here along with the sick and injured. What could anyone do to take care of all these folks? The void of darkness was momentarily avoided for some with the use of flashlights, LED lights from the nearby train station, the low luster of the overhead city street-lighting, and the dying cell phones of many who had them; mostly the young.

People were sobbing and crying. The heartbreaking sounds of young children and babies crying really got to me. In the distance, you could hear the rumbling of the machines as they grew near. The white-greenish-blue-yellow-red lights glowed over the tops of trees and buildings along the Washington Lane corridor. Some people began to kneel and pray. Others watched with faces of stone-cold fear, eyes wide open; big like saucers. Many had the look of death on their faces. It’s a look that many meat workers have seen on the faces and in the eyes of the doomed cattle and other livestock caught in the shuttled chute of death. It’s the look, some say, of knowing that it’s your time to die.
Some of the so-called hard-core tough guys refused to show their fear because they were the intimidators of many, they packed weapons. They boasted of the ‘9mm’s, Glocks, and other hand-held weapons. These were the guys who could not afford to show fear or any sign of being a punk, reputation is all that mattered. The truth is, they were as afraid as everyone else. They held no power here. They had no one to sell their dope to…there was no one to intimidate. Their eyes gave them away… The machines got closer and closer…there was no where to go, no where to run…all hope is gone.

In the distance…one could almost hear it. A siren! A police siren! was it the siren of a fire-engine? Who cares…as long as they are coming to help them. The flood-lights of the facility were turned on as well. A city worker who lived nearby had access to the lot. It was he who had turned on the power. The people cheered loudly and joyfully. They rushed into the lot in hopes of gaining access to water and toilet accommodations. The sirens of the distance had arrived. They encountered difficulty in getting into the facility due to the masses of people crowding all over. The police car had to slowly nudge its way into the yard because people simply would not move. The space occupied by the masses was limited. The parked trucks and other vehicles needed to be moved in order for all to fit into the sheltered area. More sirens were heard in the distance. They were headed toward the Washington Lane Transfer Station too.

Along with the arrival of more police, the National Guard managed to get there as well. They were stationed at a nearby base located near Broad Street and Olney Avenue, just down the street from ‘Central High School.’ The trucks were loaded with water, milk, and food. They also stocked supplies for the elderly, sick, nursing mothers, and babies. The people were relieved. They praised their rescuers and thanked God. Seeing all this newly arriving help, the people began to gather themselves while regaining their composure.
The second police car turned into the driveway as the people managed to get out of the way. Then the first truck was able to pass into the waiting yard. The people’s cheering grew louder. The second truck began to turn into the drive when suddenly, it appeared as though the truck had set itself on fire…the ear-defeaning explosion sounded a split-second after the vehicle was alighted. Eerie sounding whistling was heard when the night-time became brightened with the brilliance of the alien invader’s killer ray beams. It seemed as if everything began to explode all around us!
The police could do nothing with this surprise attack. The national guard were helpless as well. The ones who escaped the exploded vehicles ducked for cover like everyone else. The problem is, there was no cover to be had. People, young and old, police, and guardsmen alike, died. They were alighted, alluminated til you could see there skeletal bones, and burned into invisibility.
Three floating vessels descended upon us from what seemed like every direction. The death ray beams screamed as they evaporated dozens upon dozens of innocent and the not so innocent into oblivion. I managed to grab ‘Dre’ just as he was about to go down. The man next to him had been zapped into dust just like the one on the other side of him. Another was zapped just as I pulled ‘Dre’ to me. We once again found ourselves running away from certain death.
screaming and crying people dashed all about. People were being trampled to death while trying to escape the death-dealing machines. Me and Dre got down on our hands and knees and began to crawl away, under and over bodies that had not been zapped but killed by the maddened, frightened crowd of “chickens in a barrel!”
Somehow, we managed to crawl our way back out into the middle of Washington Lane and across the street into the parking lot along side the train station. A train zoomed into the station as people attempted to stop the speeding behemoth of shining shimmering mass of metal. Unfortunately, those that attempted could not bring the track dependent vehicle to a stop. They all died in their folly.
The speeding train not only did not stop, it was burning inside. The vehicle was fully engulfed in flames as the riders inside were heard screaming when it passed. A second train followed inside of fifteen minutes after the aforementioned death-ride. It too was fully engulfed in flames as it sped past us on the platform.

The invading death machines drew closer as we rolled over into the tracks after the burning train has passed. I pushed Dre further down the tracks and under the dark dirty muddy platform. I really didn’t expect him to complain when he started to whine and cuss.

“Shut up fool…I’m trying to save both our lives!”

The death machines zapped all and any that it could find and/or see. One could only assume that the machines had annilhilated everyone due to the eerie quiet that followed the zapping noises. We could hear the familiar clanking, clunking, grinding, and stomping noise as the floating marauders floated off in search of new targets.
Miraculously, some of the people did survive the attack just outside of this station. It seems that everyone in the neigborhood didn’t come out of their homes because they weren’t all destroyed.
The sky-scrapper building tall spider-walking machine was still on location. It did something that we, Dre and I, were not aware of. All who were not killed in the attack of the three floating killer machines, were left behind for the walker-machine to pick up. Skullking along, it had these elongated octopuss-like feeler arms that reached out and grabbed people who were reeling from the attack of the floaters. These feeler-arms reached out and grabbed the stragglers, lifting them up high, and placing them in a basket-like recepticle or retainer. We could see this all happening from the cracks and splits under the train platform. We could see all of the activity on the Washington Lane and Chew Avenue intersection. Unfortunately, there were still a lot of people left to be had by the invaders from I don’t know where.

We could hear the captured people screaming from above. The walker-machine rumbled as it moved, gathering up people who ran in any direction that seemed safe. Dre and I stayed put under the platform. When the walker-machine crashed and crumpled its way over and through the surrounding buildings and gas station, it walked over the train station twice, as though it were looking for us. The platform came crashing down on us. We were pinned under the wood, metal, plastic, and other materials of the construction. Somehow, the machine did not find us. It lumbered on through the woodlands surrounding the Washington Lane vacinity. The group of death dealers appeared to be headed for the Stenton Avenue neighborhoods.

Dre and I managed to free ourselves and crawl out from beneath the destroyed platform rubble. We were more thirsty than before. Our throats felt as it we’d swallowed concrete from all of the dust floating in the air. The dusty surroundings were like that of a bombed out war zone…like New York, the day the planes flew into the ‘Twin Towers.’ We looked like the people on television who all looked like walking zombies, covered in concrete, plaster, and dust from all of the destruction. We had no idea of what we were going to do. Upon gazing all about, we decided to go back across the street and see if we could dig up some water from the bombed out trucks.
Fortunately, we were succesful in attaining some unscathed bottles of water and scattered bits and pieces of food packages. We gorged ourselves on our new found delicacy. With cleared thoughts and a real sense of awareness for danger, we decided to make our way back to Walnut Lane in hopes of recovering something we could use to aid in our survival. Obviously, the new found fortune most certainly would not be enough to sustain us for God knows how long, in this vast wilderness. The first thing we had to do, after eating, is to rest up a bit. There’s no way we were going to get any sleep. Sleep? Where would we, could we, go to get a good nights sleep? Sleep would certainly be an impossibility this horrible night.

The Sun was crossing the horizon when we awoke. I haven’t a clue as to how we managed to sleep through all the carnage surrounding us during the night. Opening my eyes to a new day, it seems as though all this was simply a dream, a strange nightmare of sorts. My vision began to focus. Hell no. It was no fucking dream.
Reaching out to my right, I shook Dre awake. He jumped up in one hell of a fright…”What the fuck is going on Russell? Where in the fuck are we Man? Where in the hell is everybody? Why are we lying under all this nasty shit?” “Ouch, shit!”
After bumping his head, Dre’s memory, the reality of it all, returned and made him understand.

We crawled out from under the debris of the train station, and made our way back towards home. We stood and saw it all, a vast and sprawling nothing. Everything had been laid to waste. As far as the eye could see, there was utter and complete nothingness. There were several dead bodies lying about. They were probably the ones who didn’t get or caught by the dangling octopus tenticles of the walking machines. Off in the distance, we could see a few of the walkers over in the direction of ‘Chelten Avenue.’ When we turned to look northward, in the direction of ‘Mt. Airy,’ we saw two of them walking about and continuing to reap in an unwary soul. The gaze east caught the eerie dust cloud of the ones that blew through here last night. We focused our gaze westward, up to the crest of the hill on Washington Lane, at ‘Musgrave Street.’ We saw only dust clouds from the destruction of homes and other buildings. Automobiles burned under the rubble as well. Gas-mains burned continually. Electric wires sparked and danced in every direction while they lay undaunted upon the blacktop roadways covered in ashe, burning wood, and other exposed building materials.

Dre and I walked up the hill on ‘Belfield Avenue’ past ‘Tulpehocken Street’ to the east side of ‘Walnut Lane.’ Pushing onward, up the hill of the lane, we finally arrived at the top, ‘Morton Street.’ Crossing Morton, the hill descended into the ‘Germantown Avenue’ corridor right after ‘Baynton Steet’ and the unit block of Walnut Lane; home.

 

~”Where Is Everybody?”~

 

Every house on Walnut Lane was demolished. Our place was no exception. However, the house didn’t collapse into the cellar. The windows of the basement suggeste that we could get in via that window or the back door. All of the rubble from the collapsed buildings seemed to fall outward into the street and surroundings, not inward onto themselves.
If we could get in and recover as much of the essentials needed, the better. Food and water was at the top of the list. We could see that there was no way to gain entry into the kitchen because the debris piled directly down onto the concrete foundation of the structure. Making our way around back, to the back door of the basement, we were relieved to find the door and frame still intact. We were able to gain entrance into the basement if nowhere else in the premises.
After our entry, we were absolutley correct in our assumption, we could not reach anywhere else, to our dismay. I remembered the meal we planned on the night of the invasion. It was laid out perfectly. A meal made to order…

Knowing that we could not regain the groceries stocked in the refrigerator. We rumbbled around underneath the destroyed house to see what we could gather. A couple of flashlights were still on the shelf from when we worked on the hotwater heater not long ago. There were also flares and buckets of citronila that could be lit at night…as there would probably be no lighting fixtures about. We could shoot a game of pool, the pool-table was still intact. Most of the things in stored in the basement were useless for our survival in this new found frontier, a new wilderness.

While we walked back to the house, Dre had a suggestion to stop in and see what we could get from the bombed-out corner grocery stores. There were a few of them around the neighborhood. There was a “stop-n-go” at the corner of Washington Lane and Chew, another at Tulpehockon and Morton, at Walnut Lane and Baynton, and many more all around the area to be had.

“Dre, don’t you think that I’d thought about that possibility. What about survivors, Bro.?”

“Russell, man, this is a situation that highly suggests that every man is now out for themselves…no one is going to give a damn about me and you.”

“I hear ya Homes, but don’t you remember what we saw on the way back here?”

There were pockets of people who were either completely missed in the attack and/or those who simply crawled out from under piles of destruction debris because they were unaware of what has happened and are now seeking some type of aid, food, water, shelter, and probably live-saving assistance from a medical professional or hospital. The landscape, upon their re-emergence from the pile of train-station rubble, was completely desimated. Survivors who managed to elude or somehow manage to escape death or capture, wandered all about like the zombies we so often laughed at in movies or on television.
I wondered, would we ever see a movie again or be able to watch television shows from our living-rooms, basements,or bed-rooms?

“Dre, the reality is we’ve got to get the hell out of here…and soon. The walking machines will probably be coming back this way and I for one do not want to be here when they do. What about you?”

“Yeah Bro., let’s get the hell out of here…I’ll carry what little we’re taking with us. It’s a damned shame that we can’t get upstairs to the ‘Frige…’ Damn…all that food going to waste.”

Once outside, the two close friends pondered over what direction to take in hopes of locating shelter, sustainance, or other people who could help them. Gazing all around, in every direction, they decided to firts go around to the 14th Police District. Maybe there are some cops there that could offer some sort of guidance. However, from where they were standing, one could see as far as Chelten Avenue without the use of binoculars. The 14th District Headquarters was on the way to that particular location. It, the building, was not there. There were no familiar standing structures to be seen at all. The ‘Town Hall’ building was gone as well as all of the buildings that aligned both sides of Germantown Avenue from the 58th, 59th, 60, and 6100 blocks of the avenue once called the “Great Road.” Everything was laid to waste. Nothing but rubble and debris. Russell and I looked at each other and decided to go and take a look anyway, there might be something there that we could use.

We could see dirt and dust being kicked up by some of the residents who survived the attack. You really had to look closely at thier faces in order to recognize any of the poor wretches who wandered aimlessly about. Several of the neighbors, recognizable and not, were crying and carrying the bodies of dead babies. Others wept over thier elderly and other kin-folk who went missing or had been killed. The hardest thing to witness was the children who now had no one to care for them…thier parents gone and no next of kin to look after them. Russell and I had to keep moving.

We combed meticulously through the rubble at the once standing 14th District building and found a few things…one of the most important items was a radio…a “police ban walkie-talkie!”

The bombed out building of the 14th yeilded a few other goodies as well. One of the first things that caught our attention was the fact that, in spite of just about evrey room of the structure was utterly and completely destroyed, the only room that was still intact was the men’s restroom. This room sat right next to the radio central control room just inside of the main reception area of the building.

“Impressive…the shit-house is the only thing standing in this whole heap of shit!” said Dre.

“I hear ya Homes, when was the last time you took a dump?” asked Russell.

“Yesterday before all this crap came about.”

“Well I’m here to tell ya man, I’m heading for the dump-room right now!”

“Russell, you know that your shit probably won’t go anywhere, the toilets most likely will not flow without water pressure.” Dre warned.

The toilet did flush and the water system supplied enough water for them to fill up bottles and three canteens recovered from the basement of thier house. Albeit, the water system was flowing, the piping was busted at several ends of the building. Water flowed freely from the broken and twisted metal tubing that seemed to stick out from everwhere. This would help many of the straglers who happened to cross this way in search of water.

“Okay Bro., lets do this…” Dre said to Russell.

Russell turned on one of the three ‘walkie-talkies’ and got instant results. The damned thing squelched and squacked until they were able to get a clear enough signal. The voices were all screaming at one another. They held warnings and orders as well. Commanders shouted orders to subordinants while reports of continuing attacks and destruction from the floating machines and that of the walkers.
It seemed that the current attacks were taking place in the North-Central areas of the city. Evacuations were under way for all the areas that haven’t yet been invaded. Directions were given for displaced persons to gather at ‘Philadelphia’s City Hall Courtyard, downtown; and those further south, to make thier way to the sports arenas on “Patterson Avenue.”
The voices were heard to say to responding officers to remain calm and to aid in the calming every person contacted, help is on the way.
The voices continued speaking. They were telling responding officers that the National Guard, and othe major military forces were being deployed and are on the way, if they hadn’t arrived already. The voices said for them to remain calm and in control…”Help Is On The Way!”

 

~”All Points Due South”~

 

All around the place, there was nothing but building debris and the occassional strangely shaped ashe. The ashen forms, me and Dre did see before. We didn’t really pay it any real attention because we were quite busy trying to keep our asses from being zapped and or captured. But the reality of it all was that it was time to face the reality… We became alarmingly aware that those forms of strange shaped dust patterns were the remains of human bodies. We’d seen these forms on the streets and roadways, all the way here and throughout this location as well.
The white ashen forms didn’t portray whether being male or female, ordinary citizen or members of the law enforcement community. They were simply yet horribly the remains of the dead, zapped into powdered forms of dust.
We only saw two or three bodies in blue uniforms, peeking through the cracks and crevices of the rubble that entombed them.
Russell and I ventured outside of the fallen building into the area that was once its’ parking lot. We’d hope to recover a vehicle or two that might provide us transportation. As luck would have it, several vehicles were spared the collapse of the building. However, how were we to get them out from all the other wood, brick, and mortar that was spread far and wide inside and outside of this parking lot and the streets beyond from the other buildings?

Death and dead things were everywhere. The helpless zombified victims walked and milled about, clueless as to what it is they are supposed to do. The voices on the walkie-talkie became more clear once we were outside of the implodded structure. The voices of police and military command barked forth instruction for eveyone in the city to converge on the center city area… It reiterated its’ instructions for those in the far south and west of the city to head toward the sports arena areas. We began to tred southward as we listened in on the radio transmissions.

Dre and I attempted to speak to the voices over the hand-held devices.

“Breaker, Breaker! This is a civilian citizen attempting rescue for folks in the north-west region and close point thereabout… Can you read me? …Over!”

Me and Dre waited for a response to out radio request. The damned thing spit and squawked back an answer.

“No citizens are allowed to transmit over police and military radio bans…get off the airway and contact a designated official at once!” barked the voice.

“Well I’ll be damned…did you hear that shit Dre? Do you believe this asshole? Is he fuckin crazy or what?”

I barked sternly into the mic of the radio device.

“Now you listen here you asshole son of a bitch…we are stranded civilians in need of assistance and immediate evacuation…there aren’t any fuckin officials, they’re all fuckin dead! If you’d like to talk to one of them who happens to be a pile of white dust, I’ll hold the God-damned radio to it so that it can hear you – STUPID! …Over!”

The voice replied, “Sorry son, we’re really all fucked up out here…sorry for your situation. As far as we know, sevreral battalions have been deployed throughout the cities on both sides of the river, Philly and Jersey. We haven’t heard a word from anywhere else at present…if you can, I’d advise you and your party to make your way southward toward center city…that’s were there will be supplies, medical aid, and possible evacuation available. We don’t know anything about what’s going on beyong the Mt. Airy and Chestnut Hill Regions. No news has been received from them at this point. Do the best you can to travel…we’ve been informed that all power, communication, and transportation has been halted and/or destroyed by these unidentified invaders. …See ya when you get here, Son. …Over and Out!”

Walking and stepping over the dead and the walking dead, Dre and I had made it as far as ‘Wister Street and Germantown Avenue,’ while listening to the communication and its’ instructions. We’d somehow seemed to have formed a bit of a gathering, a following horde of lost souls. These poor individuals assumed that we knew where to go and how to get there. Yeah, we were making an attempt to follow the instructions of the radio voice, but reluctantly. The hairs on the back of my neck began to stand up…I suddenly got a sense of the ‘willies.’ Dre could tell that I was feeling a bit uneasy with the trek south and the horde of wayward, wandering followers who have made chosen to make them point guards for the homeless. We continued to lead the way southward, straight down the avenue.

Nearing ‘Hunting Park Avenue,’ just beyond ‘Wayne-Junction Train Station,’ the air was suddenly filled with the scream of fighter jets and Blackhawk Helicopters. They appeared to be converging on the ‘Broad Street and Erie Avenue’ vacinity. We could here sirens in the distance as well. How the cops were getting around was a mystery within itself, we were lead to believe all the roadways throughout the region were covered and blocked with collapsed buildings and other material. Suddenly an alarm sounded. It was like an alarm that we haven’t heard in years… It was one of those civil defense alarms, like the ones we used to hear in grade school…like the ones our parents used to talk about durin a black-out during the war.
We could hear explosions and gunfire in the distance too. A greenish-blue-white haze appeared on the horizon heading south. Visibility wasn’t all that bad when an occassional clearing happened as the wind blew. We could see straight across the hilly region from where we were standing, near what used to be the post office on the south side of Hunting Park Avenue. A rather large Baptist Church used to stand on the other side of the street also.

Hunting Park Avenue at Germantown Avenue was suddenly filled with the sound of warfare. From somewhere over the crest of the hill, one of the floating machines appeared. It seemed to come from right out of the ground…from the bigh hole in the street that used to be occupied by the “Simon Gratz High School!” It was of course, gone. Then another one appeared right behind the first one. It seemed to be riding on its coat-tail, in a tandem sort of fashion. A third one appeared right after the second vessel. It too was floating in tandem as the yellowish-green glow of its center eye; atop the long-necked attachment to a boomeranged-shaped floating body of shiny chromed metal with two greenish-blue death ray beams at either end; began to shoot forth its zapping light-rays. The target was anything moving…anything and anything in sight!

 

~’Farmland, A Skippack Retreat?’~

 

…Washington’s retreat to “Skippack Farms!”

I remember reading about that in a book or story written by a Philadelphia writer originally from “Germantown.” Then I thought of a TV-Show, a series, about a bunch of zombies on the attack for fresh human flesh to eat. And then I thought to myself, why the fuck am I thinking about that shit when my life, our lives are in deep jeopardy in the present? In one of the bags we took from the police station, was a pair of binoculars. I took a closer look towards the Broad and Erie area, to my fright, I gathered up our supplies and grabbed Dre by the arm and shouted, “Come on Man, we’ve got to get the hell out of here…all of you people need to run and run fast…GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE NOW! GO BACK THE OTHER WAY!”

Now I knew why I remembered that television show about the zombies; the call was to make your way to a so-called central zone to be safe and rescued from danger. Bullshit…I wasn’t about to go to one “Hot-LZ” for another because some friendly voice was telling me too. We were turning around and heading back north…to hell with the going south.

The floating machines rose up out of that hole like demons from hell. The first one floated up and its’ yellow-glowing eye attached to an elongated neck scanned the area. The fiendish noise yeilded an echoish sound effect that reverberated throughout the immediate listening area. It actaully had the ability to drive one utterly mad…to a level of pure fright and insanity. The thing floated and scanned. It floated and scanned…and then began firing its’ death rays. The beastly metalic thing fired on any and everything in sight. It didn’t need to see its victims. It seemed to be able to sense their presence within the structures being fired upon. It’s also quite possible that the damned things were firing on the buildings simply because they existed.
As the invader continued its firing, another rose up out that hole from hell, right behind the first one. It too began firing at random. And then, a third joined thier ranks and began firing all about. The three of them were at first floating in tandom. They floated out from behind one another and seemed to touch or join the tips of their vessels, three in a row. Then they changed positions again with one in the lead as the remaining two floated just behind on either flank.

We didn’t wait for them to catch up with us. We ran straight back up Germantown Avenue. While we hustled along, the damned thought occured once again. The story from our local author, regarding “George Washington’s Retreat” from Philly to the “Skippack Farms” area in Montgomery County. The neighborhood was already desimated, so why would the machines want to return to our neck of the woods?
Running and jumping over dead bodies and dusty remains of human beings that have been zapped, we were making good time heading up “The Great Road.” The people who began to follow us to the south, followed us again toward regions north. Behind us, the war was fully engulfed. America’s War Machines were pitted against theirs in what appeared to be hosting a campaign of futile endeavor. They were quite simply getting their bloody asses kicked!
The cannons, tanks, and other fire-power of the local ‘National Guard’ and the cops, were not hitting their targets. The explosives seemed to be exploding all around them…a dome, a blister, a bubble, if you will, appeared at almost every blast or explosion surrounding the floating machines. They simply returned fire at just about every defender in sight. The death rays melted the metal war machines while evaporating all souls inside.
One could hear the battle from miles around. The waging battles ensuing ferociously at these two known locations. Suddenly we could hear more of the reverberating effects of floating machines coming in our direction from the west. In hopes of not being seen by the monsters, we ducked into and under the remains of destroyed buildings and other large objects along the way. The rays were blasted in our direction. We moved quite a bit faster as the mahines seemed to take thier sweet-ole time in chasing us, if that were the case. None of the machines appeared to move at a fast pace. They moved slowly and methodically. They moved as it they didn’t give a damn…arrogantly; as if nothing could hurt them. They moved as if they were invincible.

By the time we reached The Chelten Avenue area, there were dozens of people behind us and all around us as well. The survivors of the first wave of death and destruction were busy scavenging the remains of neighborhood stores and partially standing homes. Many of them didn’t even bother to notice us as we passed. However, when that eerie noise from the machines reached their ears, they froze in fright. More machines were seen traveling west to east on Chelten Avenue. Survivors immediately stopped what they were doing and began to ‘haul-ass’ away from the death-dealing metal assasins. A group of machines were again spotted approaching from east to west along the ‘Armat Street’ corridor. I don’t think one has to be a “rocket-scientist” to figure out that we have been spotted and were being encircled in a vicious snare, a trap!

 

~’Starvation’ – “My Brother’s Keeper”~

 

“It’s not possible that this is happening to us…we the people of the United States of America!” Who is looking out for us? Where oh where are our governmental leaders? Where are they?

Seeing and experiencing this catastrophe, reminded me of footage I’v seen on television broadcasts of people; survivors of earthquakes, twisters, and hurricanes…bombeb-out war zones! Footage of this sort was broadcast on a regualar basis via the news media, PBS, and many information venues.

Veterans often reminded those of us within ear-shot, of the tragedies witnessed and created by participants, voluntary or not, of war campaigns. The conversation often surrounded current events that have befallen us. Hurricanes have desimated the southern regions of the country as well as the surrounding Carribean and Latino Islands.
We’ve found it interesting how the southern regions, damned near simultaneously received disaster funds and relief while the Puerto Rican Islands and those inhabited by people of color, got a “foot-dragging” and explanations of how and why aid couldn’t get to them.

Headlines from newspapers found floating on the wind, along the war-torn streets of ‘Germantown’ as we trod along; was seen to read:

“Donald Trump Refuses to Send More Aid to Puerto Rico, Citing Business Interests”
https://www.yahoo.com/news/donald-trump-refuses-send-more-195456324.html
Chris Riotta, Newsweek

“Donald Trump has made it clear his administration isn’t planning to allow any additional outside aid to get into Puerto Rico in the wake of Hurricane Maria.

Speaking with reporters on Wednesday afternoon, the president cited business interests as the reason for refusing calls from lawmakers and activists to allow international organizations and governments to ship aid to the island.

Trump said he was initially considering whether to implement a temporary waiver of the Jones Act to allow it, but decided against doing so as “a lot of people that work in the shipping industry…don’t want the Jones Act lifted.”

Also called the Merchant Marine Act of 1920, the Jones Act requires all goods shipped between American ports to be on ships built, owned and operated in the United States.

The refusal to work with intergovernmental networks eager to supply aid to the devastated island was then echoed by Trump’s Department of Homeland Security. “Based on consultation with other federal agencies,” spokesman David Lapan said Wednesday, “DHS’s current assessment is that there is sufficient numbers of U.S.-flagged vessels to move commodities to Puerto Rico.”

The department did waive the Jones Act to aid Houston and parts of Florida that were ravaged by hurricanes Harvey and Irma. Senator John McCain, who has repeatedly fought to repeal the act, slammed the Department of Homeland Security for failing to extend the same relief efforts to Puerto Rico that it provided to parts of the mainland United States.

“It is unacceptable to force the people of Puerto Rico to pay at least twice as much for food, clean drinking water, supplies and infrastructure due to Jones Act requirements as they work to recover from this disaster,” the Republican McCain wrote in a letter to the department on Tuesday. “Now, more than ever, it is time to realize the devastating effect of this policy and implement a full repeal of this archaic and burdensome Act.”

Proponents of the Jones Act say that without it, the country would be forced to rely on cheaper international ships operated by foreign workers and put American vessels in a more crowded and less efficient shipping environment.

Temporarily waiving the Jones Act for Puerto Rico “would take American first responders out of the loop and replace them with Filipino or Russian or Chinese crews,” Michael Roberts, senior vice president and general counsel at Crowley Maritime Corporation, told The Wall Street Journal Wednesday. “Doing that at a time when many U.S. mariners in this region have had their homes damaged, their lives uprooted and now they need to work, to take that away is not something you want to do.”

Proponents of the Jones Act say that without it, the country would be forced to rely on cheaper international ships operated by foreign workers and put American vessels in a more crowded and less efficient shipping environment.

Temporarily waiving the Jones Act for Puerto Rico “would take American first responders out of the loop and replace them with Filipino or Russian or Chinese crews,” Michael Roberts, senior vice president and general counsel at Crowley Maritime Corporation, told The Wall Street Journal Wednesday. “Doing that at a time when many U.S. mariners in this region have had their homes damaged, their lives uprooted and now they need to work, to take that away is not something you want to do.””

It’s amazing how we can remember things that were taken for granted…it could never happen to me was the order and mind-set of the times. War is the order of the day…’North Korea’ will not back down; ‘Iran’ and ‘Iraq’ are both anxious witeh unexpected anticipation as to what this new regime will do next in upsetting “World Peace” and causing an end to us all via a ‘Nuclear Holocaust!’

People from ‘New Orleans’ were and have continued to suffer homelessness and displacement for more than five or six years after their hurricane disaster. The folks who were damaged by the “911 Attack” are still realing from continued turmoil and false promises from the ‘powers that be.’ And yet, again, “it couldn’t happen to us!”

 

Prologue:

“No one would have believed that in the middle of the (twentieth/twenty-first) century that human affairs are being watched keenly and closely by intelligences’ greater than man.
Yet, across the gulf of space on the planet ‘Mars,’ intellects vast and cool and unsympathetic regarded our ‘Earth’ with envious eyes…slowly and surely drawing their plans against us.
‘Mars’ is more than one hundred and forty million miles fron the ‘Sun‘…and for centuries has been in the last stages of exhaustion.
At night, temperatures drop far below zero even at its’ equator. The inhabitants of this dying planet, looked across space with instruments and intelligence of which we have scarcely dreamed; searching for another world which they could migrate…

They could not go to “Pluto;” outer most of the small planets and so cold, its’ atmosphere lies frozen upon its’ surface. They couldn’t go to “Neptune” or “Uranus,” twin worlds in eternal night and perpetual cold, both surrounded by un-breathable gas and ammonia vapors.

The “Martians” considered “Saturn,” an attractive world with its many moons and beautiful rings of cosmic dust – but its’ temperatures are close to two hundred and seventy degrees below zero and ice lies fifteen thousand miles deep on its’ surface

Their nearest world was giant “Jupiter,” where volcanic-titanic tips of molten lava, laced with hydrogen rises flaming to the top where atmospheric pressure is terrible; thousands of pounds per square inch…they couldn’t go there. Nor could they go to “Mercury,” the nearest planet to the “Sun”…it has no air; the temperature at it equator is that of molten lead.

Of all the worlds that the intelligences on “Mars” could see and study, only our own warm “Earth,” green with vegetation, ripe with water and possessed a kindly atmosphere eloquent of fertility.
It did not occur to ‘Mankind’ that a swift fate might be hanging over us or that from the firmness of ‘black-space’ that we might be scrutinized and studied until the time of our nearest approach to the orbit of “Mars” during the pleasant summer season…”

…AS Narrated By:
~ Sir H. G. Wells, Mr. Orson Welles, Sir Cedric Hardwicke, and Mr. Morgan Freeman ~

 

Thank you for joining the trip…enjoying the read…

 

Til Next Time…

 

‘G’

 

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‘The Fury and The Fire’

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Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.

“Wild Fires have Engulfed many places across the Globe!”

says

Columnist, Mike Weilbacher.

He notes none have been more scarier than,of all places, ‘Greenland.’ Glaciers are being covered with soot that absorbs the Sunlight energy, melting the glaciers faster than they were intended.

The fires of Greenland have taken hold because of many thick layers of peat moss covering the ground in that region. The thickened layers of moss are usually covered by snow and ice which prevents it from smoldering.

However, the “Permafrost” protection has melted faster than predicted, allowing these peat moss fires to smolder for long periods of time.

Oregon, according to Weilbacher, has now been gripped by one of the worst wildfires in recent memory. These lost headlines of horrible events have chased and caused the evacuation of thousands of “Eclipse-Chasing-Tourists” during the eye-opening event of a little more than a week ago.

During a brutal heatwave earlier this summer, the Pacific Northwest have sorely labored; the Mercury hitting a sizzling 104 degrees in Seattle and 107 in Portland, regions that purportedly foregoes air-conditioning its not needed – until now.

In ‘South Asia,’ ‘India,’ and especially ‘Pakistan,’ Weilbacher reports scorching temperatures have become commonplace due to “Climate Change” and “Global Warming!” This past month of June, in the remote Pakistani town of ‘Turbat,’ the temps have been recorded at 130 degrees plus…a record for Asia and the third highest temperatures ever recorded on this planet Earth!

“Peoples’ sandals have been grabbed while walking on the melting asphalt covering the region’s roadways. The reporter goes on to say that about 5,000 people have been killed by heatwaves of the last four to five years.

Lucifer,” has gripped Europe’s continent during the most recent summer heatwaves. Nearly half of Spain was placed under emergency alert during times when the numbers reach 111 degrees or higher.

A mountain resort called “Slovenia,” of ‘Vogel,’ experienced its first “Tropical Night.” Overnight temperatures in this high-mountain town has never before endured temps above 68 degrees.

Its been said that ‘Lucifer’ most likely exacerbated Europe’s wildfire activity during the summer seasons. Portugal reported a raging forest fire back in June that killed a great deal of people. Many of those people died trapped in their cars.

In France, last month, more than 20,000 people had to be evacuated during a July heatwave and wildfire threats.

The people of this continent named the summer heatwave “Lucifer” because of the unprecedented deadly heat, heat “The Likes of Which No One Has Ever Seen Before!”

July 2017, worldwide, according to climate scientists, has tied for the hottest month ever recorded. They have all agreed with the calculations of this year’s incredibly high odds of this heatwave as being the 2nd or 3rd hottest years ever.

Meteorologists also report that 16 of the 17 hottest years have occurred between the year 2000 and 2016. This also means that this is the third consecutive record breaking year of breaking the temp record. In the last thirty-two years, every month since February 1985, the average surface temp of the planet has been higher than the century’s average, wrote Weilbacher, Friday, 8.25.17, The Leader, News, pg. 11, Mt. Airy Times Express.

The people of ‘Turbat, Pakistan,’ have also been reported to say that “It’s gotten so hot that people here said there is no difference between Turbat and Hell – It’s like a fire was burning all of the time outside!”

The Climate Change Report was Leaked,” Weilbacher says, “To the press the day the current resident of the ‘White House’ used the phrase “Fire and Fury” regarding North Korea, which had just fired another missile.

While the current resident on Capital Hill was wholeheartedly and roundly criticized for ramping up the heat, the phrase is oddly attached to the issue of “climate change.”

Could this all be considered a trend or a coincidence?

While this fella in the ‘White House’ Claims not to believe in climate change, the raw data is neither “fake news” nor an “alternate truth.” Like all things scientific – its measurable and observable!

“No one is in denial of the August 21st “Total Solar Eclipse” of 2017 in America. Like climate change, methods and tools of science predict it!”

~ Neil DeGrasse, Astronomer ~

The 8.25.17 report also recorded a multi-agency government report on climate change that was leaked because scientists were worried that the report’s conclusions would be scrubbed or scratched. The report continued to say the publication noted it is “extremely likely” that more than half of the world’s global average temperature rise since 1951 is linked to human behavior, concluding that “evidence for a changing climate abounds, from the top of the atmosphere to the depths of the oceans.”

The exhaustive climate reports are published every four years. One of the government’s so-called leaders in the review process who regularly follows the procedure is supposed to be the president’s science adviser.

However, the guy sitting in the ‘oval office’ – doesn’t have a “Science Adviser!”

Was “Hurricane Harvey” (for that matter, all of the weather related catastrophes’ of late – particularly in the southern regions of the US) an act of GOD…Or a punishment to mankind?

Now in light of all that has been said and done by the current governmental administration…what’s it gonna be, “The Fire or The Fury?”

Mike, I absolutely agree with you. Should we not be taking another look at the “25th Amendment?”

 

…So much for human intervention.

 

 

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“Trump-Town USA And The K.K.K.” 

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“Coded By Race!” 
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fred_Trump 

“Fred Trump, chair, 27-year-old Donald Trump, president) charged with “violating the Fair Housing Act of 1968.””

“Donald Trump, then a candidate for presidency of the United States, denied that his father had been arrested, or that he had been in the KKK!”

Trump had begun a career in home construction and sales. The development company was incorporated as E. Trump & Son in 1927, and grew to build and manage single-family houses in Queens, barracks and garden apartments for U.S. Navy personnel near major shipyards along the East Coast, and more than 27,000 apartments in New York City.
Trump was investigated by a U.S. Senate committee for wartime profiteering (1954), and by the U.S. Justice Department’s Civil Rights Division for civil rights violations (1973). According to The New York Times and The Washington Post, Trump’s reputation as a landlord inspired a critical song by tenant and folk singer, Woody Guthrie.

Friedrich Trump’s name was incorrectly recorded as Trumpf on the passenger list of his ship when he immigrated to the USA. Britt Peterson of The Boston Globe reports, based on the Blair biography, that the family had changed the spelling from the ancestral Drumpf, sometime during the Thirty Years’ War (1618–1648).

Frederick Christ Trump was born in the Bronx on October 11, 1905.Trump was one of three children of German immigrants Elizabeth (née Christ) and Frederick Trump. He had a younger brother John and an older sister Elizabeth Trump Walters (1904–1961).

On Memorial Day in 1927, the Ku Klux Klan marched in Queens to protest that “Native-born Protestant Americans” were being “assaulted by Roman Catholic police of New York City”. Fred Trump was one of seven men who were arrested that day “on a charge of refusing to disperse from a parade when ordered to do so.”

In 2016, Vice magazine reported on their investigation of earlier newspaper clippings and found that Trump was the only person arrested who was not charged with any crime, leading them to conclude that he could have been a bystander; they also speculated that Trump may have been a member of the KKK, which had gone through a revival in urban areas after 1915. When asked about the issue in September 2015 by The New York Times, Donald Trump, then a candidate for presidency of the United States, denied that his father had been arrested, or that he had been in the KKK.

In 1954, Trump was investigated by a U.S. Senate committee for profiteering from public contracts, including overstating his Beach Haven building charges by $3.7 million. In testimony before the Senate Banking Committee in 1954, William F. McKenna, appointed to investigate “scandals” within the FHA, cited Fred C. Trump and his partner William Tomasello as examples of how profits were made by builders using the FHA. McKenna said the two paid $34,200 for a piece of land which they rented to their corporation for over $60,000 per year in a 99-year lease, so that if the apartment they built on it ever defaulted, the FHA would owe $1.5 million on it. McKenna said that Trump and Tomasello obtained loans for $3.5 million more than the apartments cost.Trump testified before the Senate Banking Committee the following month as it investigated “windfall profits.” He said that builders would not have built apartments under an expired post-war loan insurance program if regulations had set inflexible limits on loans issued by the FHA. Folk icon Woody Guthrie, who from 1950 was a tenant in one of Trump’s apartment complexes in Brooklyn, criticized Trump as a landlord. He wrote lyrics that accused his landlord of stirring up racial hate “in the bloodpot of human hearts”.

In 1973, the Civil Rights Division of the U.S. Department of Justice (DOJ) filed a civil rights suit against the Trump Organization (TO; Fred Trump, chair, 27-year-old Donald Trump, president) charging it with “violating the Fair Housing Act of 1968.” In response, Trump attorney Roy Cohn filed a counter-suit against the government for $100 million, “portray[ing] the Trumps as the victims,” claiming the DOJ’s “falsely accusing them of discrimination.”

The suits arose after complaints to the New York City Commission on Human Rights and to the Urban League led the League and other groups to send black and white “testers” to apply for apartments in Trump-owned complexes, which led them to conclude that whites got apartments in the buildings of their interest, while blacks generally did not; both advocacy organizations then raised the issue with the Justice Department. As reported by Wayne Barrett and Jon Campbell for The Village Voice, citing court records, “four superintendents or rental agents confirmed that applications sent to the [TO] central office for acceptance or rejection were coded by race.

“An early Village Voice article by Wayne Barrett in 1979 cited court records from the case and reported that a TO rental agent indicated he had been given instructions by Fred Trump “not to rent to blacks” and to “decrease the number of black tenants” by encouraging their relocation to other housing. After approximately two years in court, a consent decree between the DOJ and the TO was signed (June 10, 1975), with both sides claiming victory—the TO for its perceived ability to continue to deny rentals to welfare recipients, and the head of DOJ’s housing division for the decree being “one of the most far-reaching ever negotiated,” as it personally and corporately prohibited the Trumps and the TO from “discriminating against any person in the terms, conditions, or privileges  of sale or rental of a dwelling,” and “required Trump to advertise vacancies in minority papers and list vacancies… [preferentially, with a Center of] the Urban League,” as well as to use the ads to inform potential minority applicants that they had equal opportunity to seek housing at TO properties. Finally, it required the TO to “promote minorities to professional jobs,” and it ordered the Trumps “to ‘thoroughly acquaint themselves personally on a detailed basis’ with the Fair Housing Act.” The Justice Department would subsequently further complain that continuing “racially discriminatory conduct by Trump agents has occurred with such frequency that it has created a substantial impediment to the full enjoyment of equal opportunity.”

A Kluxer To The End:

Fred Trump suffered from Alzheimer’s disease for six years. He fell ill with pneumonia in June 1999 and was admitted to Long Island Jewish Medical Center in New Hyde Park, where he died at age 93 a few weeks later. Trump’s estate was estimated by his family at $250 million to $300 million; his funeral was held at the Marble Collegiate Church. He is interred at Lutheran All Faiths Cemetery in Middle Village, Queens. His widow, Mary, died the following summer, on August 7, 2000, in New Hyde Park, New York, at age 88.

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They got ‘Al Capone’ (and quite a few others) on “Tax Evasion!”

You all know who voted for this individual…would you now stand by and watch what happens next in the arena of the Republican Domination? Will the world end tomorrow with his finger on the trigger of world annihilation?

http://www.dictionary.com/browse/annihilation

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Til Next Time…

 

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 “The Black Man has never been a competitor, but has always been subservient to the white race. And just as long as he remains subservient, his position is secure, and just as soon as he becomes a competitor, his fate is sealed.”
~Dr. Benjamin Hayes, Eugenicist, 1905~
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“The Sankofa symbolizes the Akan people’s quest for knowledge among the Akan with the implication that the quest is based on critical examination, and intelligent and patient investigation.
The symbol is based on a mythical bird with its feet firmly planted forward with its head turned backwards.”
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~ “Eating Jim Crow! ~
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~”Counterfeit Protections”~

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‘The Beat Goes On – The Bull of Healthcare Reform…’

“In Pennsylvania, If A Republican-Backed Bill Purports to positively Impact Women’s Health, Preserve Women’s Rights or Protect Religious Liberty, It Likely Doesn’t Intend To Do Any Of Those Things”
~T.M./P.W.~

 

Planned Parenthood has been spoken of in numerous articles, journals, and various reports as well. This reporter has condemned the organization in its role concerning abortions and/or abortion control; as a major player and or contributor in the history of the “MAAFA.”
“A term (Swahili) used to describe the history and ongoing effects of atrocities inflicted on African people.”
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Records also show how the 2011 regime provided ‘STD’ care for more than 120,000 men and women in this locale alone. They’ve provided approximately 200,000 ‘STD’ tests along with over 40,000 cervical-cancer screenings while detecting about 5 to 6,000 abnormal PAP tests. Untreated abnormal cells often lead to cancer.

More records show, according to the organization, that about 95 percent of their provided services are of a preventive nature. Harrisburg republicans want to do away with the healthcare benefits that many of the group’s patients depend upon. They have already made it more than difficult for low-income women to have accessibility to the much needed medical services. Obtaining a legal abortion has become nearly an impossibility with such mean-spirited opposition. Thousands of Pennsylvanians have depended and relied upon Planned Parenthood and other affordable health care providers and facilities that are threatened by detrimental state bills offered by the minions of the state’s G.O.P. members and supporters.

One such patient who offered testimony, spoke with reporters and the writer of the story which appeared in the ‘Philadelphia Weekly’ (‘PW’). It was called “How To Spot A Counterfeit.” The article was published June 13-19, 2012. Tara Murtha recorded the sufferings of patients, particularly one who could not afford one hundred and fifty dollars a year, let alone a whole month.
“They saved my life!” The woman went on to say that being unable to meet many of the financial hurdles, paying ten dollars and getting all the needed literature concerning lumps in the breast and such, really makes the clinic “A One-Stop Shop!”

In pointing out the masquerading republican-backed bill, ‘Tara’ said she wouldn’t be surprised to hear about another bill purportedly in support of women’s health.
“I wouldn’t be at all surprised to hear about republican-backed resolution to rename the ‘Uterus’ to “Our-terous!”

Another point made by Tara caused me to smile to myself as well.
“Spotting Counterfeit Bills can get confusing. However, one doesn’t have to follow politics closely to learn how to detect a fake when one crosses the path!”

The article mentions a ‘Butler County Representative’ who attempted to smuggle in a most vile and horrible bill of goods with his fake attempt at ‘giving a damn about poor-people’s health.’
Does the name ‘Daryl Metcalfe,’ Republican, ring a bell?
Murtha also says he introduced a bill that would sever all state funding to health care centers across the Pennsylvania that provide aboration services.

Didn’t this guy know that Pennsylvania Law had already prohibited state funding for abortions in 2012? It’s currently 2017. I really wonder if he knows what time it is?

They continually attack President Obama and all of the many good things he has done and the numerous programs that have been implemented in support of “The People – All People” across the board. One such action is the constant brow beating use of the term “Obamacare!”
There’s no such thing – it’s correctly titled “The Affordable-Care-Act!”
It’s not perfect…it’s nowhere near perfect, but its a step in the right direction. People who have never had coverage before, were enabled with the ability to access health care for the first time for themselves and their families.

This guy actually attempted to peddle a fake bill of goods; disguising the hatred held for poor and needy constituents across the state, especially those who reside in the city; that are just another “Counterfeit Bill!”
Records indicate that particular introduction is simply one of many fake bills or impostors launched by politicians who lie and pretend to give-a-shit about the health of poor people, let alone poor women and children in Pennsylvania or nation-wide for that matter. All they want to do is demolish, destroy, ridicule Barack Obama, The Black Man, erase, and take back poor folks’ access to health care; any form of prosperity, and name-bash ‘our President’s Legacy’ with terms like ‘Obamacare,’ a.k.a.,

“Let’s Take Back Our Country – Let’s Take Back America!”

Remember the “Susan B. Anthony List?” It’s a ‘pro-life’ political-action-committee, and the “Alliance Defense Fund,”…A Christian Group. It was they who wrote the boiler plate ‘fill-in-the-state-name’ legislation for Metcalfe’s bill, according to the ‘PW’ publishing.

“Women’s Health Funding Priorities Act,” is/was the name of the proposed bill. Many have asked themselves who it was that actually penned the way it was written.
“Agenda-Driven Shills” rarely bother to write their own proposals. Its usually the back drop operation of special interests groups or other lobbyists with personal desires, political or otherwise.

The defunding of PAP smears, cervical cancer screenings, birth control, and STD screenings in order to shut down abortion clinics and serivces is not prioritzing anything except “A War of Cultures.”

Moving right along… In case you were wondering about this guy Metcalfe…its been said that he is or at least was well-known throughout Pennsylvania (I’ve never heard of him) State as a vehement social conservative who certainly held little to no prior interest in women’s health nor the health of poor people, Black, White, or otherwise.

Seeing or realizing who it is that’s standing next to or in support of whom it is that proposes harmful legislation is what’s described as the next step in recognizing a counterfit bill.
One such individual, says, Murtha, was ‘Diane Gramley,’ a spokesperson for the Pennsylvania chapter of the ‘Mississippi-Based-American-Family-Association (AFA). The groups mission is to solidly stand up for “Traditional Judeo-Christian Values!” The group’s website featured a section regarding a so-called “Homosexual Agenda.”:

American Family Association
(Not to be confused with American Family Foundation)

The American Family Association (AFA) is a non-profit organization based in the United States that promotes fundamentalist Christian values. It opposes same-sex marriage, pornography, and abortion. It also takes a position on a variety of other public policy goals and has lobbied against the Employee Free Choice Act.It was founded in 1977 by Donald Wildmon as the National Federation for Decency and is headquartered in Tupelo, Mississippi.
The AFA defined itself as “a Christian organization promoting the biblical ethic of decency in American society with primary emphasis on television and other media,” later switching their stated emphasis to “moral issues that impact the family.” It engages in activism efforts, including boycotts, buycotts, action alert emails, publications on the AFA’s web sites or in the AFA Journal, broadcasts on American Family Radio, and lobbying.The organization is accredited by the Evangelical Council for Financial Accountability (ECFA) and posted a 2011 budget of over US$16 million. AFA owns 200 American Family Radio stations in 33 states, seven affiliate stations in seven states, and one affiliate TV station (KAZQ) in New Mexico.
AFA has been listed as a hate group by the Southern Poverty Law Center (SPLC) as of November 2010 for the “propagation of known falsehoods” and the use of “demonizing propaganda” against LGBT people.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Family_Association

Several reports indicate the ‘AFA’ is a hate group. The non-profit Civil Rights Organization, “Southern Poverty Law center,” was adamant in its condemnation of the group and groups like it.

Another woman spoke with Tara explaining that she was “a poor kid who came from poor kids.” Its not science fiction to realize the non-existence of health insurance and/or doctor visits of poor folks. And still, another woman stepped forward to add her experience and opinion.
“My name is ‘Sara-Anne.’ I live and work in ‘Philly.’ While in college, I traveled from school to the Planned Parenthood Facility in Center City. I made my trips to get the annual check-up and PAP smears that so many women rely on. Hell, everyone I knew on campus traveled down to center city to get thier examinations and treatments.”

The other person standing with Metcalfe was the bill’s co-sponser and Republican State Representative, Kathy Rapp. She represented ‘Forest,’ ‘McKean,’ and ‘Warren Counties.’
Often times, many people who reside within the city, pay little to no attention to what’s happening in the rural regions and counties. They…we often pass it off as “white-folks’ business.”
Well, I’m here to tell you…paying attention to “white-folks’ business” is one of the main reasons why the sitting president is sitting today!

Rapp represented ‘big-wig’ lobbying groups like “Americans United For Life.” It was she who sponsored their agenda for a mandatory “Transvaginal Ultrasound Bill.” They called it “The Women’s-Right-To-Know-Act.”
The inventors and supporters of this notorious bill could not even answer simple questions about it, not to mention its inaccuracy.
The mule who happens to be female, is often the one designated to smuggle in the ill-minded goods.

Now what happened next, says Tara, “is one hell-of-a-white-hot-clue in thier witless cause…was the invoking of the name of one vile, degenerate, notoriously evil, and insidious creature, ‘Dr. Kermit Gosnell, worth mentioning?

Gosnell was charged, tried, and convicted in the deaths of seven babies and a woman in his “run-down, filthy, and diseased riddled clinic in west-philly. He was labled as “America’s First Serial Baby-Killer!” He was also, however, called ‘the patron saint’ of the anti-choice activists.
Apparently, the shady right-wing lawmakers are more than willing to slap Gosnell’s name onto laws designed at making access to clean and safe abortion services even more difficult than ever before. These types of actions actually increase the odds of another ‘Gosnell-like-black-market-butcher-shop to move into poor neighborhoods, setting up shop, and becoming entrenched while preying upon the needs of poor and desperate women.

Diane Gramley did not speak of ‘STD’ screenings or cervical examinations. She slid along the path of “who are you going to believe, me or your lying eyes?” She did that when she spoke of “zygotes and fetuses.”
“What would have happened to us if we’d killed the one baby who would have found the cure for cancer?”
Gramley seemingly forgot about co-hort Bryan Fischer, the man who announced with staunch brashness, “God will cure Aids When Gays Stop Having Sex!”

…Yeah, okay, tell me another one. Like Tara, I’m also waiting for the next counterfeit bill. We all know they’re not far behind.

The one thing that is assuredly clear is the fact that these “Anti-Healthcare Agents” have taken away the tranquil reassurances of current healthcare coverage with their constant cries and no solutions. …And when they do come up with one or two, their ‘Dead Wrong!’

Tranquil you might ask? …Well, maybe not so tranquil with the way the current insurance coverage system is functioning, but coverage non-the-less!

“The Affordable HealthCare Act” continues to be a fledgling flying in the right direction…until it is completely and utterly fixed, once and for all by and for – ‘ALL AMERICANS, NATIVE and IMMIGRANT ALIKE!
Tearing it up, ripping it all apart, and/or destroying it entirely is not the answer. The only solution is to slowly, correctly, and methodically operate and suture the wounds seeping impurities of difficult implementations due to improper communication, wasteful and in-appropriate financial practices or accommodations.

The question remains…why can’t America get its act together – why can’t America insure it’s people; all of them; just like any other contemporary nation of planet Earth?

And still today…they argue, fight, and cuss over something that none of them truly understand (because they; the politicians; have life-time-permanent healthcare). Maybe one of these days, they’ll get it right, hopefully before we all die off. The only ones who actually benefit are the insurance companies and their compatriots…they sit and grin and get paid while the silly politicians, do what silly politicians do while they get paid as well…doing absolutely nothing!

What they ought to do is what my Grandmother used to say…

 

“If You Don’t Know, Ask Someone!

 

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‘Healthcare Reform: “Old Time Politics – Again”‘
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https://boulwareenterprises.wordpress.com/2017/07/15/healthcare-reform-old-time-politics-again/

“Red Next To Black, Friend to Jack – Red and Yellow, Kill A Fellow!”

“The ‘Healthcare Bill’ projected by the GOP, will surely kill many people!”

Brother ‘Obama’ spoke straight from the heart — directly to Republicans steamrolling the demise of the so-called “Obamacare.”

“Public service is not about sport or notching a political win…It’s to make people’s lives better, not worse!”
~President Barack Obama~
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“In recent weeks, we’ve witnessed typical DC turmoil regarding both President Trump’s Administration and the GOP dominated Congress. News seems to center around three main areas – the Russian/election tampering/Trump campaign alleged collusion dealing with last fall’s election, the Senate’s continuing attempts to make a mess of the American health care system and President Trump’s somewhat contradictory attempts to show international leadership while withdrawing from major international commitments at the same time.

These aforementioned circumstances have served very nicely to give Donald Trump pretty much a blank check to do as he wishes with regard to our military adventures abroad. In the wake of the terrorist attacks on this country on 9/11/01, Congress took action passing legislation giving the George W. Bush Administration great leeway to deal with the aftermath of the death and destruction wreaked on the Twin Towers, the Pentagon and rural Pennsylvania by Al Qaeda on 9//11. Homeland Security was formed. Afghanistan and Iraq were invaded. Trillions have been spent. Thousands of Americans have been killed with many thousands more wounded. Untold numbers of people in Iraq and Afghanistan – many innocent civilian men, women and children – also became casualties.”
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‘Healthcare Reform:”Old Time Politics – Again”‘
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Gregory V. Boulware, Esq.

“Red Next To Black, Friend to Jack – Red and Yellow, Kill A Fellow!”
“The ‘Healthcare Bill’ projected by the GOP, will surely kill many people!”

Brother ‘Obama’ spoke straight from the heart — directly to Republicans steamrolling the demise of the so-called “Obamacare.”

 

“Public service is not about sport or notching a political win…It’s to make people’s lives better, not worse!”
~President Barack Obama~

 

Nancy Pelosi writes in her email messages:

“Now, I’m emailing again because people’s lives are at stake.

Right now the Senate’s hopes and dreams of squashing President Obama’s legacy are hanging by a thread. Senate Republicans’ final health repeal bill is sickening. They ignored moms and dads who are terrified that their sick kids will lose care. They ignored elderly Americans who will be bankrupted by medical costs.
Gregory, they were driven solely by their vicious hatred for President Obama. We need a massive surge of grassroots opposition — bigger than we’ve EVER seen before — to force McConnell to hear our demands!

The DSCC adds in a survey:

“We asked what’s driving you to resist?”

“The Top Three Concerns Are ‘Protecting The Affordable Care Act,’ ‘Social Security and Medicare,’ and ‘Climate Change!’
“We need to stop the GOP’s plan to repeal “The Affordable Care Act (what they like to call “Obamacare”),” to fight the unfair tax plan that benefits billionaires at the expense of working families, and put an end to Trump’s drastically devastating budget endeavor!”

“Mitch McConnell just released his Obamacare repeal bill — and it’s SICKENING!

He’s planning to strip millions of health care just to destroy President Obama’s incredible legacy. We can’t let them play games with people’s lives just to insult President Obama!

Mitch McConnell just released his new bill to repeal Obamacare — and it’s just as bad as we expected. This bill still aims to rip health care coverage away from millions of Americans, raise costs, and eliminate critical protections for people with pre-existing conditions.

But here’s the thing: undecided Republicans are going to try to use a few small band-aid solutions in the revised bill as political cover for supporting this disastrous plan!”

The Proof Is In The Putting:

“Winners and Losers Complicate GOP’s Path on Health Care Bill”
By
Ricardo Alonso-Zaldivar, Associated Press, Associated Press
Associated Press writer Jennifer McDermott in Providence, Rhode Island, contributed to this report.
https://www.yahoo.com/finance/news/winners-losers-complicate-gops-path-health-care-bill-183933415.html

 

WASHINGTON (AP) — Republicans’ latest health care plan would create winners and losers among Americans up and down the income ladder, and across age groups.

“It would give consumers more responsibility for their insurance choices, a goal long held by conservatives who argue that’s key to a true health care market. Younger adults and healthy people in the solid middle class may find more agreeable options. But low-income people may not be able to afford coverage, along with older and sicker adults.

And there are potential unintended consequences for people with employer-provided insurance, currently about 170 million Americans. Allowing individuals to pay premiums from tax-sheltered accounts may create incentives for employers to stop offering coverage, say some independent analysts.

The legislation would put limits on federal spending for Medicaid, a partnership program with states to cover low-income people, the disabled and nursing home residents. The drawback is that state officials could eventually face no-win choices, such as having to pick between paying for coverage for low-wage working mothers and support services for elderly people trying to stay out of nursing homes.

As Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell, R-Ky., steers toward debate and votes next week, here is a look at some of the latest changes and major issues:

 

CRUZ’S PLAN:

The new Senate bill incorporates the core of a proposal from Sen. Ted Cruz, R-Texas, that would reorganize the market for policies purchased by individuals. As many as 20 million Americans get coverage this way, about half through subsidized markets like HealthCare.gov, created under former President Barack Obama.

Cruz would change basic requirements that Obama’s law imposed on individual plans, including standard benefits such as pregnancy, maternity and newborn care; wellness visits and mental health treatment. The law also requires the same premium rates for sick and healthy people.

Under the Cruz approach, an insurer can offer plans that don’t comply with such requirements, provided they also offer coverage that does. The problem, say critics, is that the healthy would flock to low-premium, skimpy plans, leaving the sick to face escalating prices for comprehensive coverage.

“Healthy people would have opportunities to buy lower-premium, skinnier plans, while people with pre-existing conditions not eligible for premium subsidies could find themselves priced out of insurance,” said Larry Levitt of the nonpartisan Kaiser Family Foundation.

The latest bill includes another $70 billion to help states keep health insurance affordable for older, sicker customers. But it’s not clear how those backstops would work, and the federal funding eventually would end.

Some insurers are worried because of a technical change with huge practical implications: Health plans that enroll healthier customers would no longer have to cross-subsidize those with sicker patients, as is currently required.

“We think it is unworkable,” said Justine Handelman, top Washington lobbyist for the BlueCross BlueShield Association. She predicted skyrocketing costs for taxpayers also, stuck with the bill for sicker patients.

 

EMPLOYER ESCAPE HATCH?:

McConnell’s new bill made a major change to tax-sheltered health savings accounts, which was also advocated by Cruz.

Under the bill, health savings accounts could be used to pay premiums with pre-tax money. Under current law, they can only be used to cover out-of-pocket costs, such as deductibles and copayments.

The change is meant to level the playing field for people buying individual plans, as compared to people getting employer coverage. The value of workplace insurance is tax-free for employees and tax-deductible for employers.

But some analysts say McConnell risks undermining workplace coverage.

The upside is that the change might encourage more self-employed people to buy individual health insurance policies. The downside is that some employers may see it as an invitation to drop health benefits, particularly since the GOP also would repeal Obama’s requirement that larger companies provide health care or face fines.

“Allowing individuals to purchase insurance with pre-tax dollars eliminates one of the advantages to employer-provided insurance,” said Elizabeth Carpenter of the Avalere Health consulting firm. “That may lead some employers to consider whether or not they want to continue to offer health insurance.”

 

THE POOR AND THE SICK:

McConnell kept some of the Obama-era tax increases used by Democrats to finance expanded coverage. But the money will be going to shore up private insurance, not the Medicaid program. Medicaid accounts for half or more of the 20 million Americans gaining coverage as a result of the Affordable Care Act.

Medicaid covers low-income people, from many pregnant women and newborns, to disabled people and many elderly nursing home residents. The GOP bill would start by phasing out enhanced federal financing for Obama’s Medicaid expansion, adopted by 31 states. Perhaps more significantly, it would limit future federal funding for the overall program. As a result, it’s estimated Medicaid would cover 15 million fewer people by 2026.

The bill would add $45 billion to help states confronting the opioid epidemic pay for treatment and recovery. But that hasn’t swayed the American Medical Association, which points out that people in recovery also need comprehensive health insurance.

 

Republican governors don’t like the Medicaid cuts, and some have been vocal. About half the states that expanded Medicaid now have GOP chief executives.

 

Nevada Gov. Brian Sandoval, a Republican who oversaw a Medicaid expansion, said more than 200,000 people gained coverage in his state.”

“You think about 210,000 men, women and children, senior citizens, the drug addicted, the chronically ill,” Sandoval said. “These are people that used to get their treatment in emergency rooms, if they got any treatment at all. I keep going back to the fact that they are living a better quality of life.”

 

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Further research reveals through other reports as well, “around twenty-five to more than thirty thousand children from Philadelphia were removed from the ‘Medicaid rolls.’

This particular recorded era came to life at the end of 2012. It was supposed to be part of an effort to eliminate patients with outdated paperwork. According to the ‘City Paper, The Bell Curve, CP’s Quality-O-Life-O-Meter, April 5, 2012, #1401 – The Naked City also said that ‘Corbett,’ the former governer, made grossly negligent statements regarding under-privledged children and their healthcare dilemma.

“If these children want healthcare, they should be willing to fight for it…may the odds be ever in your favor, little girl with brittle bones.”

What are we supposed to make of that type of position and/or statement from an elected official who happens to be an employee of and for the ‘TAXPAYERS’ – who might happen to be recipients of ‘Medicare,’ ‘Medicaid,’ ‘Social Security,’ ‘Disability,’ ‘a paycheck of The Working Poor,’ or ‘Welfare?’

Mr. Tom Tomorrow posted a brief glossary of terms on the healthcare issue. The cartooned skit was posted in the ‘Philly City Paper as well as the aforementioned reports. Tom wrote ‘The Modern World’ comic grid featuring a healthcare conversation…a definition at best.

1)
Single Payer:
Rational health care system, deemed politically unpalatable to low-information voters.

The First Man said:
“Universal Healthcare is the first step on the path to communist tyranny!”

The Second Man said:
“Like up there in Canada!”

 

2)
Insurance Industry Profit:
Primary purpose of American Health System as currently structured (remember, its 2012)

The Man said:
“Here’s how it works – you pay premiums…and we look for reasons to deny you coverage.”

 

3)
Public Option:
Watered down version of single payer: would have provided alternative to private insurers deemed unpalatable to the insurance industry.

The Man said:
“Competition is well and good, but let’s not get carried away.”

 

4)
Individual Mandate:
Market driven plan first proposed by conservative heritage foundation and first implemented by Mitt Romney.

An ’emoji’ or cartoon image of what is supposed to look like President Obama is presented:
“It will be a triumph of bipartisanship! How can my Republican friends object?”

 

5)
Socialism:
Term used by G.O.P. to describe heritage plan after adoption by President Obama.

Politician #1 said:
“Individal mandate? What is that, French for “Government Death Panels?”

Politician #2 said:
“I blame Saul Alinsky!”

Politician #3 said:
“Er…yes! Quite right! I too am outraged!”

 

6)
Supreme Court:
Judicial body with power to overturn ‘The Affordable Care Act’ (a.k.a. “Obamacare”), thanks to the adoption of individual mandate.

Justice #1 said:
“Isn’t this exactly like forcing people to eat broccoli?”

Justice #2 said:
“I hate broccoli!”

Justice #3 said:
…Another ’emoji’ or cartoon image of what is supposed to look like Judge Clarence Thomas, just sits and smiles and whistles to himself as he stares off into space; as complacent as possible.

 

7)
Transvaginal Probes:
The only healthcare mandate conservatives currently support.

The First Man said:
“Government should keep its invasive laws off our bodies!”

The Second Man said:
“Unless we are women seeking abortions!”

The First Man said:
“Which we are not! …Are we?”

 

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Is a public service job supposed to be a lifetime appointment to the house of capital hill or any other public or government entity? What would they do if they were threatened with the loss of his or her health care coverage? I wonder…

This reporter will not get into the listing of what ‘President Barack Obama’ has brought to us…his many accomplishments as our president is public record and a bit too long to place within this posting. …And they have the nerve to attempt at erasing this man’s accomplishments – impossible to do – way too many good things have happened under his watch!

 

“Public service is not about sport or notching a political win…It’s to make people’s lives better, not worse!”

 

I wonder if all of us will get off our resting butts and Vote…the next time around?

 

we all should remember…

“IF YOU DON’T VOTE, YOU DON’T COUNT!”

 

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