Month: August 2017

Remembering, Aaliyah

Aaliyah,

You’ll always be my favorite.

Sending love to your mother Diane and your brother, Rashad.

Rest well, baby girl.

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No Risk. No Reward.

No.

I will not be watching the NFL this football season.

Why?

Because, I don’t want to support a system that doesn’t not value, support, or uplift the ideals that I have. It’s simple. The NFL has donated one million dollars toward the Trump Administration this week. Even with the vile comments and the hate speech, there are institutions like this one, that will continue to propel ignorance.

I refuse to partake in supporting them through ticket purchases or advertising dollars. My TVs will not be broadcasting any of their games.

I am supported and reaffirmed in my beliefs, by this quote from the remarkable, Paul Robeson. A brilliant athlete and artist, who was unabashed about speaking against systematic white supremacy and the fight for freedom for blacks.

The civil rights movement was less than a century ago. Yet, the outspoken and ready for action men of those times, seem like giants against the jelly back replacements of today.

Without any collective change, we are all scattered ants, waiting to be crushed.