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2024-10-03T12:40:00.000-04:00

Take A Stroll with Cecile Emeke and the African Diaspora 2024

2024-10-03T00:42:00.008-04:00

Back in 2015 I made this post.

Cecile Emeke is still at it. The Young Black Voice.

The Strolling series by the young producer Cecile Emeke is, in my opinion,
one of the best things to happen in Black media in recent years. Ms Emeke is in the
act of combining the power of social media with her knack for video storytelling
and presenting the voices of young articulate and efflorescent Black people from
various localities (so far in Europe). She is giving them the opportunity to
freely express their feelings with regard to the various cultures that they find
themselves at once immersed in and excluded from. The series is not only one of
the few outlets that allows these young people to vent their feelings but at the
same time it demonstrates clearly their diversity. Each subject has his or her
own unique story about their impressions and experiences in their particular
society which, I feel, were very well told. I see that this is a work in
progress and I hope we will all recognize and support this effort for the
valuable service that it brings to the people of the African diaspora wherever
we find ourselves. I also hope that the series will stimulate others to share
their talents with us while creating works that unify us to the same degree as
Cecile Emeke is doing. I am so impressed with the work this young woman is
doing. I hope we are sharing these videos to the max.
It looks like you will have a chance to experience this series on youtube.
It appears that she wants to relaunch the series.
:Go check out her new Youtube channel and more like the following

To Fred Hampton

2023-08-30T23:50:00.000-04:00

Untitled Document

Fredrick Allen Hampton Sr. (August 30, 1948 – December 4, 1969)

In the Tumultuous Embrace

 In the heart of Chicago, where dreams meet strife,

 A leader emerged, a voice for black life.

 Fred Hampton, his name, a symbol of might,

 The Chairman of Panthers, the beacon of light.

 Born '48, in Baton Rouge's land,

 Where a seed of purpose took root and did stand.

 From humble beginnings, his spirit did rise,

 To challenge injustice with unyielding eyes.

 A charismatic orator, words flowed like a stream,

 Inspiring the masses to rise from the dream.

 Organizing the people, awakening the soul,

 Fred Hampton's fire engulfed the whole.

 In the concrete jungles, where hope was unseen,

 He fought for equality, a vision so keen.

 He fed the hungry, uplifted the poor,

 For justice and freedom, he opened the door.

 With the Black Panther Party by his side,

 Fred Hampton fought tirelessly, never to hide.

 He spoke of unity, across colors and creeds,

 Championing justice, planting empowering seeds.

 But forces unseen felt threatened by his power,

 The establishment's fear grew with each passing hour.

 On a fateful December night, darkness befell,

 As tragedy struck, a story too cruel to tell.

 In the depths of slumber, innocence embraced,

 An act of betrayal shattered the sacred space.

 The life of a leader, cut short in its prime,

 Silenced by bullets in the hands of a crime.

 But his spirit, unyielding, continued to soar,

 Inspiring generations, forevermore.

 Fred Hampton's legacy, in the annals of time,

 A reminder of courage, in the face of the crime.

 In the echoes of struggle, his voice shall remain,

 A call for justice, an eternal refrain.

 We honor his memory, as we march hand in hand,

 For the dreams he ignited, shall forever withstand.

 Though stolen from us, in the prime of his might,

 Fred Hampton's flame burns ever so bright.

 In the fight for freedom, we carry his name,

 In the pursuit of justice, we'll never be tamed.

 In the tumultuous embrace of history's plight,

 Fred Hampton's spirit shall forever take flight.

 And as we march onward, in the quest to be free,

 We'll remember his vision, for unity we decree.

Martin Luther King. Dream has become a Nightmare

2023-02-02T04:26:00.016-05:00

In this video, recorded 11 months before his assassination

Dr. King mentions, the three evils that America must address;

Poverty, racism and militarism. It seems like America still has a way to go.

Dr Claud Anderson Talking Black Economic Solutions

2018-11-06T11:48:00.003-05:00

Windrush Generation: The scandal that shook Britain explained and debated

2018-05-30T12:34:00.001-04:00

Rev. William Barber , Declares 'It's Movement Time Again...

2018-05-30T11:06:00.001-04:00

What Ever Happened to Hazel Scott?

2018-05-03T21:17:00.001-04:00

Denzel Washington Surprise! | The Queen Latifah Show

2018-05-03T21:07:00.001-04:00

Waffle House Hero James Shaw Jr. Meets His NBA Idol Dwyane Wade

2018-05-03T20:49:00.001-04:00

Kickstarter Video: Marcus Garvey Movie: I Am Garvey

2018-04-14T01:11:00.001-04:00

The Grapevine Cast Talks Bruno Mars Controversy ...

2018-04-04T12:18:00.001-04:00

BlackTradeLines - Community Development Initiative

2018-03-31T10:58:00.001-04:00

BlackTradeLines - Community Development Initiative

Tying the Knot - Frank Sentwalli

2018-03-31T10:39:00.001-04:00

BBC: The Lost Libraries of Timbuktu

2018-03-31T03:51:00.001-04:00

Firing Line with William F. Buckley Jr.: Muhammad Ali

2018-03-22T12:05:00.001-04:00

I like this 1968 interview. Ali clearly states his position After his conviction for draft evasion. He and Buckley discuss Elijah Muhammed, Malcolm X, race and other topics.

Ali never did spend time behind bars
The Supreme Court made a not commonly known decision which prevented his incarceration.

We can't miss this interview with Katherine Johnson

2018-03-16T16:19:00.001-04:00

She is what Women's History Month is all about.

Black Britain

2018-03-02T14:41:00.001-05:00

Guntown

2018-02-24T12:57:00.001-05:00

Now white people might see this as satire but as a Black man, I see this little video as chillingly close to reality.

Frances Ellen Watkins Harper dies . (February 22, 1911)

2018-02-22T00:29:00.003-05:00


Frances Ellen Watkins Harper

(September 24, 1825 – February 22, 1911)

Lines
BY FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER

At the Portals of the Future,
Full of madness, guilt and gloom,
Stood the hateful form of Slavery,
Crying, Give, Oh! give me room–

Room to smite the earth with cursing,
Room to scatter, rend and slay,
From the trembling mother’s bosom
Room to tear her child away;

Room to trample on the manhood
Of the country far and wide;
Room to spread o’er every Eden
Slavery’s scorching lava-tide.

Pale and trembling stood the Future,
Quailing ‘neath his frown of hate,
As he grasped with bloody clutches
The great keys of Doom and Fate.

In his hand he held a banner
All festooned with blood and tears:
‘Twas a fearful ensign, woven
With the grief and wrong of years.

On his brow he wore a helmet
Decked with strange and cruel art;
Every jewel was a life-drop
Wrung from some poor broken heart.

Though her cheek was pale and anxious,
Yet, with look and brow sublime,
By the pale and trembling Future
Stood the Crisis of our time.

And from many a throbbing bosom
Came the words in fear and gloom,
Tell us, Oh! thou coming Crisis,
What shall be our country’s doom?

Shall the wings of dark destruction
Brood and hover o’er our land,
Till we trace the steps of ruin
By their blight, from strand to strand?

See also -
A short bio with a Libravox recording of her novel,
Iola Leroy

Dr. John Henrick Clarke. "You Have No Friends."

2018-02-21T11:39:00.001-05:00

Wilton by Cecile Emeke | FIRST ACTS

2018-02-21T11:29:00.001-05:00

Cheddar Man: DNA shows early Briton had dark skin - BBC News

2018-02-08T10:18:00.001-05:00

Dr Barbara Sizemore Black People Still Don't Get It

2018-02-01T11:41:00.001-05:00

20K Blacks Died In Concentration Camp Called The Devil's Punchbowl In Na...

2018-01-11T14:56:00.001-05:00