I was 7 years old in 1968 ... problee sum where fix'n a bottle for my baby Brother.
I knew nothing of the Black Panthers until i came to destee ... about 15 years ago.
I grew up knowing virtually nothing about racism, black, white, or any of the cultural challenges.
I had a Single Black Mother, and i'm sure it took all she had to just feed, clothe, and protect us.
I never knew anything about the NOI either, until i came to destee, met Sisters and Brothers online.
That's why i know and believe this community has the ability to teach and inform, 'cause it's done that for me!
Hey ... do yall know we have our very own ... ORIGINAL BLACK PANTHER MEMBER ... right here at destee? ...
Hey...how you doing Sister Ms Vera?
In 1968, I was in the 6th grade. April 4, 1968 when Dr. King was murdered, I vividly remember watching as older Brothers & Sisters from the west side of Chicago display their sadness and acts of vengeance/ violence because of this for more than two days.
My older Brothers and cousins were supporters of the Black Panthers. My residence at the time was less than twelve blocks from the west Monroe Street address where Black Panthers, Minister Fred Hampton & Mark Clark were murdered on December 4, 1969.
Wow, that walk down memory lane was sad but true.
Love & Blessings,