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oldsoul
01-31-2009, 06:37 PM
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Join us each Sunday in February – OurStory Month for a Special Series “Little Known Revolutionaries”. This series is suitable for families, so please invite the young people in your home to be there. I pledge to make each session interesting, informative and exciting! Thats Noon ET in www.DESTEE.COM/CHAT
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Vernon Johns writes that when his oldest son, Vernon Jr., was three years old, he asked his daddy to take him for a ride on the street car. While Vernon paid the fare, Vernon Jr. sat himself "gloriously in the first seat forward. Reared back on the front seat, he was. His fine brown face wreathed with the thrill of being."
"From childhood, I have walked knee-deep through the contempt of white Virginians. I understand their thoughts afar off. But the wickedness of their system was born anew for me that Sunday when I pulled my child down from his proud perch and, in obedience to the law dragged him back to the rear. It was then that the kind God gave me that little lie to tell my child, ‘Let us sit back here where we can see everybody,' I said. This would save his pride a little longer. How much longer no one knows. But not today I said to myself, ‘shall he drink the vial of damnation' which the South has prepared for his soul. Not today shall it be ground into his senses that there is something wrong about him. That he belongs behind. That to go forward, for him, is a crime like robbery and arson. That to move with poise and dignity in the presence of white Virginians, instead of slinking, offends them like rape or treason. That for a Negro to have the carriage and bearing of a free man brings down upon his head the wrath of the whole white community, with the exception of rare souls here and there who have escaped from the psychological hell of the South."
"Everywhere in the South a Negro is called upon to choose constantly whether he will save his skin or soul. Whether he will entertain broken bones or broken spirit. He must lose his soul to save his body. They cannot march abreast."
-from CHAPTER 9. THEOLOGY OF VERNON JOHNS

Something to check out sometime: The Only Non-racist History of the United States (http://www.vernonjohns.org/vernjohns/sthtofc.html)

Da Street So'ja
02-01-2009, 11:00 AM
:number1:

river
02-01-2009, 06:21 PM
Hey that was a great class. I will check out the book

oldsoul
02-08-2009, 11:51 AM
Join us and en-joy us!

oldsoul
02-15-2009, 01:54 AM
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Join us each Sunday in February – OurStory Month for a Special Series “Little Known Revolutionaries”. This series is suitable for families, so please invite the young people in your home to be there. I pledge to make each session interesting, informative and exciting! Thats Noon ET in www.DESTEE.COM/CHAT
WEEK Three: Little Known Revolutionaries include
Wilsonia Benita Driver
Yolanda Cornelia Giovanni
Don L Lee
Everett Leroi Jones
and more!
What President of an African country wrote this?

Noliwe

The weakness of the heart is holly…
Ah! You think that I never loved her
My Negress fair with palmoil, slender as a plume
Thighs of a starlet otter, of Kilimanjaro snow
Breasts of mellow rice-fields, hills of acacias under the
East Wind.
Noliwe with her arms of boas, lips of the adder
Noliwe, her eyes were constellations there is no
need of moon or drum
But her voice in my head and the feverous pulse of the night…
Ah! You think that I never loved her!
But these long years, this breaking on the wheel of the years,
this carcan strangling every act
This long night without sleep I wandered like a
mare from the Zambezi, running and rushing at the stars
Gnawed by a nameless suffering, like the leopards in the trap.
I would not have killed her if I had loved her less.
I had to escape from doubt
From the intoxication of the milk of her mouth, from
the throbbing drum of the night of my blood
From my bowels of fervent lava, from the uranium
mines of my heart in the depths of my Blackness
From love of Noliwe
From the love of my black skinned People.

(Find out in class)

oldsoul
02-15-2009, 11:28 AM
En-Joy us!

oldsoul
02-22-2009, 01:51 AM
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Join us today at Noon – OurStory Month Final Sunday.
Today's Topic: Why and how did Africa fall?
Noon ET in www.DESTEE.COM/CHAT

oldsoul
02-22-2009, 11:29 AM
Meet me there!

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