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Be a Bead on America's Colorful Necklace

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Thu, 25 Sep 2025 11:31:00 +0000

Being Black or a person of color in America's History: Is to fight, to not have OUR(POC) history erased.

Are you ready? Can you handle this truth? America's #history in all colors in 1 nonsegregated format.
Where we're ALL recognized and celebrated. YOU are a Bead on this String.

Get: Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History. bit.ly/WeAreBeads America's only multiracial history book to celebrate the contributions of ALL races/ethnicity to America's growth.

My belief: "Within America's history-“I feel that we, as Americans, are all equal and held together by a common thread. Like a treasured beaded necklace of different colors, held together on a string, we are held together by our necessities and our circumstances and our humanity. Every color helps to make the necklace beautiful. We can never be a totally separate entity! Americans of all colors are so integrated that if we hurt one, we hurt all. Just like that necklace of treasured beads- leave one out and the gap is seen. Break the chain and many of us are lost.” What do you believe?

My desire is to encourage unification in our understanding of contributions and worthiness of all races. I think it is way past time Americans realize history was written in more than Black and White and help our children learn this daily. Words can hurt or heal and either way their effect can last an eternity.
BEADS ON A STRING- AMERICA’S RACIALLY INTERTWINED BIOGRAPHICAL HISTORY -Our colorful history personified. Beads on a String, applauds and celebrates the lives of all ethnicity/races by highlighting their (ALL of OUR) accomplishments and contributions within one binding. bit.ly/WeAreBeads (https://www.amazon.com/dp/1463696043)

Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History

"Carefully researched and touchingly portrayed, this is a book that belongs in every library and classroom in America. I highly recommend it. It is an important contribution to the history of our nation, and is a good resource for historians of all types." - Elle Zeidon

"Ey Wade has written a unique and important book that put all racial History under one umbrella. Wade has done a tremendous job collecting information on all races, and all subjects related to them. "Beads on a String" is a piece of History that was missing until this book came out. I highly recommend this book to anyone wishing to understand more about how multiple cultures shaped the US to what it is today. Two thumbs up!"

"A Must-Read In So Many Ways
I just finished Beads on A String and in all sincerity I have to say it is a work of subtle genius. Several years back I read one of the most unusual history books ever written, "The Peoples' History of the United States." Anyone who has read that revelation of history as events that really happened, as opposed to events as reported by those who were left holding the most power, will see a similar sort of understanding in this amazing work by Ey Wade. An alternative title for her work could well be, "A History of the People of the United States. I can give this work no higher compliment.
I was consistently fascinated by unexpected connections, accomplishments and contributions being added to the ongoing tapestry of our country by so many people from so many ethnic and cultural backgrounds, that I simply couldn't put the book down. If I could ask for anything more, it would literally be just that...more.
This is the story of the heroes of our collective past. What is incredibly moving is that so many of these heroes have gone unsung for so long.
I can gladly recommend this book to anyone interested in the historical journey of the land we live in. Beyond that, I can just as easily recommend it to anyone who just likes a great read." - Johnathan Ellis

History is written in more than black and white.
Releasing her first creative non-fiction American History book Ey Wade takes you through time and life stories to show you the multitude of races/ethnicity who helped make America the great country it is.
Where in history can you find people from every ethnicity combined and having the story told of how they contributed to America? Beads on a String, America’s Racially Intertwined Biographical History lauds loudly the accomplishments of all people who helped make America the great country it has become. Beads on a String is America’s first multiracial history book. Sometimes we forget history is for the formation of the future.

Why did I write Beads on a String- America’s Racially Intertwined Biographical History?
It started off as a home-schooling Black history month project with my youngest daughter. One day my daughter and I were on the subject of Black History Month. We were irritated and frustrated (as a lot of people are) about the fact history of such a great race is illuminated once a month and on the shortest month and then she asked "When is White history month?"

"Everyday," I answered. Then (as children do) she started asking for the month of each race and the book where they were all included...there were none. We decided to make one. We should all be celebrated and recognized on the daily.
Beads on a String-America’s Racially Intertwined Biographical History, is the first and only book to bring America's racial history together within one binding.

Our Diverse History Is America's History

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Sat, 30 Nov 2024 15:24:00 +0000

I have a dream that we ALL will be celebrated together. "Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History," is America's first & only, multiracial history book celebrating the diverse contributions from every American. Just like a necklace of treasured colorful beads,leave one out, the gap is seen. Break the chain,many of us are lost."#ThisIsAmerica Celebrate a new chapter bit.ly/WeAreBeads

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#ThisIsUs

The Death of a Label Maker

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Sat, 03 Jun 2023 11:59:00 +0000

Johann Friedrich Blumenbach died in January. Well, it was January 22, but in 1840. Why should you care? You should care because he was the first racial profiler. The original name calling, label maker.

"He believed that like skin color, cranial profile, etc., went hand in hand with declarations of group character and aptitude."

Blumenbach, born May 11, 1752 was a German physiologist and anthropologist. His thesis paper written about the difference in people and titled the Natural Varieties of Mankind was considered one of the most influential papers of his time and basically established the way different races are seen in the world today. The separation of the people by race was established in order to institute the separation by social and economic differences.

. It is amazing how the mere words of another person can effect and change the course of history, and the wealth, health and well being of another. Mere words, whether based on truth, personal beliefs or delusion can make or break a world, a nation, a life, mere words. There is nothing in the law of nature that makes one color of person superior to another despite the fact cultural differences, language barrier, and the color of skin all fused together to form a case set against another group of people.
The idea of the Caucasian race to be superior to other races has been spread across the entire world. How people have been accepted and treated within the context of a given society or culture has a direct impact on how they perform in that society. Racial beliefs constitute myths about the diversity in the human species and about the abilities and behavior of people placed into "racial" categories.

The myths combined the perception of behavior and physical features together in the public mind, and blocked the ability to understand behavior is not a genetic determination of a person. Temperaments, dispositions, and personalities, regardless of genetic, are developed by the life we live. Blumenbach's theory was based on his study of 60 human skulls, with these skulls Blumenbach divided humans in to five races, Caucasian (white), Mongolian (yellow), Malayan (brown), Ethiopian (black), and American (red).
He believed that like skin color, cranial profile, etc., went hand in hand with declarations of group character and aptitude. *The "fairness" and relatively high brows of Caucasians were held to be apt physical expressions of a loftier mentality and a more generous spirit. *The epicanthic folds around the eyes of Mongolians and their slightly sallow outer epidermal layer bespoke their supposedly crafty, literal-minded nature
*The dark skin and relatively sloping craniums of Ethiopians were taken as proof of a closer genetic relations to the apes. Despite the fact the skin of chimpanzees and gorillas beneath the hair is whiter than the average Caucasian skin and orangutans and some monkey species have foreheads fully as vertical as the typical Englishman or German.

Blumenbach's analysis sealed the fate of every race other than Caucasian as inferior.
Looking over the list of the awesome people that have made America the fantastic country it is today, it is has been proven time and time again that the 'inferior' label placed on many races is false. Basically what it all boils down to is the fact one set of people decided they were better than another, used the unknown about the Indians and Africans' culture to foster the belief further and spurred the lies and discrimination to justify the psychological, and physical torture aimed at another group of people
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Later in life Blumenbach decided to do further anatomical research and come up with the belief that Africans were not inferior to the rest of mankind. Unfortunately these later ideas were far less influential than his earlier assertions with regard to the perceived relative qualities of the different so-called races. It goes to show, once we label or brand something, it is hard to change the conceptual relationship in man's mind. Blumenbach died January 22, 1840. His classification and the scientific concept of human races was widely accepted for about two hundred years, but in the late twentieth century, it came to light that Homo sapiens could not be divided into races or subspecies. After Blumenbach's time, the term Caucasian no longer was associated with peoples from the Caucasus but continued to be used as a racial indicator. Wow, amazing how one person's opinion, a mere word shaped America. We are a nation that thrives on 'mere' words to shape our actions and thoughts...mere can almost be integrated into our name A-mer-i-ca.

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noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Fri, 03 Feb 2023 08:46:00 +0000

Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History. #ThisIsUs #thisisamerica

My Statement of Belief "Within America's history-“I feel that we, as Americans, are all equal and held together by a common thread. Like a treasured beaded necklace of different colors, held together on a string, we are held together by our necessities and our circumstances and our humanity.

Every color helps to make the necklace beautiful. We can never be a totally separate entity! Americans of all colors are so integrated that if we hurt one, we hurt all. Just like that necklace of treasured beads- leave one out and the gap is seen. Break the chain and many of us are lost.” What do you believe?

History was written in more than Black & White and Beads on a String-America’s Racially Intertwined Biographical History lauds loudly the accomplishments of all races that helped make America the great country it has become. America’s glorious multi-racial history is finally acknowledged. It's time for America to come together and celebrate the contribution of every race/ethnicity daily.

Tired of picking up an American history book and seeing the accolades given to one ethnicity at a time? Ever wondered what any other race contributed to America within a certain time frame? The United States was built by people who came here from countries all over the world. Our lawmakers, inventors, educators, activists, entertainers, religious leaders and historians string together heritage and cultures, like colorful beads, to create this unique, multiracial country. Beads On A String, which began as a home school project for the author's three daughters, looks back, through, and consistently updates our history to celebrate the people, the races and cultures which make us the United States of America. Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History is the book for you to read.

It celebrates hundreds of people such as Hiawatha who fought for freedom of his people, Lonnie Johnson who invented the ‘Super Soaker’, Dalip Singh Saund was a member of the United States House of Representatives, Rev. Rick Warren blessed the 2008 Presidential Inauguration, Arpad G.C. Gerster was one of the first surgeons in America, Yamato Ichihashi was one of the first academics of Asian ancestry in the United States; Antonio Meucci invented the telephone, Michael Jackson entertained; Minoru Yamasaki second-generation Japanese-American architect designed the World Trade Center, and Amadeo Peter Giannini founded the of Bank of Italy which later became Bank of America. Beads on a String-America’s Racially Intertwined Biographical History, never stops celebrating our heritages .

Reviews: 📚Jonathan Ellis~ A Must-Read In So Many Ways. I just finished Beads on A String and in all sincerity I have to say it is a work of subtle genius. Several years back I read one of the most unusual history books ever written, "The Peoples' History of the United States." Anyone who has read that revelation of history as events that really happened, as opposed to events as reported by those who were left holding the most power, will see a similar sort of understanding in this amazing work by Ey Wade. An alternative title for her work could well be, "A History of the People of the United States. I can give this work no higher compliment. I was consistently fascinated by unexpected connections, accomplishments and contributions being added to the ongoing tapestry of our country by so many people from so many ethnic and cultural backgrounds, that I simply couldn't put the book down. If I could ask for anything more, it would literally be just that...more. This is the story of the heroes of our collective past. What is incredibly moving is that so many of these heroes have gone unsung for so long. I can gladly recommend this book to anyone interested in the historical journey of the land we live in. Beyond that, I can just as easily recommend it to anyone who just likes a great

📚Kathy Brown~"If you enjoy reading good genuine history, which is all about people, this is the most innovative and intriguingly honest perception yet, of America's roots and growth. Ey,An amazing work - very labor intensive - and worthy of a PhD (in my humble opinion, but what do I know). Your index is just as intense as the text, for God's sake!Finished your book, "Beads On a String!" Perfect for home-schooling; very complete, heartwarming and winning material Thank you for giving me the opportunity to read it...just wished there were more pictures.

📚 My name is Gage Bailey and I am fourteen-years-old. My mother was given a copy of this book for review purposes as the author wanted the opinion of a kid who enjoys history - that's me! I really liked the fact that the author added so much more information in this book, more than you can find in the text books we get in school. The title is perfect. There are more than just "Americans" who helped to make the history of our country and I think it is sad that we don't get to hear about them at school. We are all beads on the same string, and everything we do, no matter how big or small, makes history. The only thing I wish is that the author would have added more of her opinion in the book. I do realize it is non-fiction, but I would have liked to know more about what she thought when she was researching and writing it. What she as surprised as me to find out such important and interesting facts? I really liked this book and I recommend it to anyone who loves History!

From the Author: Beads on a string started off as a homescooling project to teach my daughter about America's true history-without blinders. This book will delight Readers in the fact we will be able to learn about all of the different accomplishments and contributions made to the United States without having to pull a multitude of books off the shelves. It answers the question what did this race or those races ever do for America? And proves America's history was written in more than black and white.

The Girl in this Picture has Died

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Wed, 30 Nov 2022 15:58:00 +0000

Lasuria Kandi Allman and the entire family of Mamie Zwadie King-Chalmers, the iconic symbol of the MLK Civil Rights Movement - are heartbroken to announce her passing this morning, November 29, 2022. Mamie Zwadie King-Chalmers lived her life fighting for the rights of African Americans, educating about voting and sharing history throughout the United States. Mamie Ruth King was born June 19, 1941 in Birmingham, Alabama to a modest, working class family which consisted of five sisters and five brothers. Her father was Berry King Sr., a coal miner for Tennessee Coal and Iron Hampton Slopes Mines in the subdivision of Pratt City, died in 1965 of Black Lung Disease after years of working in inhumane conditions. Her mother, Mattie Marlowe-King, worked untiringly at Marshall Durbin Chicken Factory in order to provide necessities for the family. Mamie’s Great Grandfather Abe King was a slave at John King plantation in Morango County, working but never fulfilling a debt because the money was taken from him. The conditions of his life and the mistreatment of others living under the threat of Jim Crow Laws, she was inspired to work for a change.

In 1960's one of the most racial and volatile times in American history, Birmingham was also known as "Bombingham". In 1963 Dr. Martin Luther King arrived in Birmingham at the request of Reverend Fred Shuttlesworth. A mass meeting at 16th St. Baptist Church campaigning, against segregation, injustices in public places and the Jim Crow Laws that binded them. When Dr King finished his speech, she knew this was her calling unafraid Mamie joined the Alabama Christian Movement for Human Rights and became an active demonstrator, Member, Participant and Organizer, and Demonstrator in the Civil Rights Movement. Mamie was targeted by The Public Safety Chief Eugene "Bull" Connors who was a self proclaimed racist. She was jailed on several occasions one time she spent five days in jail under horrible conditions. On Friday May 3, 1963, Bull Connors spotted Mamie and sent the dogs after her. She ran across the street to a doctors office seeking shelter from the vicious dogs, she was cornered. Bull Connors order the Fire Department "to turn the hoses on the niggers so they won't have to take a bath." So they began to hose Mamie, while she was pinned to the wall and alone. Several children made attempts to help her but they weren't successful. Two unidentified young men reached Mamie and used their bodies as shields to absorb some of the water pressure. Many children used their bodies as targets and distractions to help Mamie and the young men. The water pressure was so hard it was like bricks were being hurled at their heads and bodies. Due to the pressure of the water from the hoses, Mamie suffered permanent hearing damage in her right ear. These events were captured by Black Star Photographer, Charles Moore who later sold the images to Time magazine. Their feature in Time gained national attention - which sparked the Civil Rights Movement and support for Civil Rights changes in 1964.

In 1997 Mamie found out her identity, experiences, accomplishments, and most of all her pride had been claimed by prominent Alabamian Reverend Carolyn Maull Mckinstry author of While the World Watched. http://wade-inpublishing.blogspot.com/2015/06/meeting-history-face-to-face-interview.html

**Mamie's biography is featured in Ey Wade's Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History bit.ly/WeAreBeads

Latest Review and Blog Visit for Beads on a String- America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History #history #CRT #America #thisIsUs #ThisisAmerica

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Tue, 23 Aug 2022 10:46:00 +0000

I'm excited to share the newest review of my American history book and a much needed trek out of the house and onto a wonderful blog site.

Below is the review for Ey Wade's book, "Beads on a String." On August 24, she will be sharing a bit about her writing journey on the Sweet & Sassy Scribblers' blog. So please drop by, say hello, and welcome Ey to our Scribbler family.

A Unique Look at American History

"History is usually told through the eyes of the victor" is an oft-used description of the textbooks we're assigned to read in school.

Unfortunately, a lot of the historical facts and information that don't favor the ones in power get glossed over or totally ignored. Other bits are skewed to stretch the truth or tell only one side of the story.

Ey Wade wanted her home-schooled children to get the whole picture of American history through the eyes of the people making the history. I was very impressed with her focus on presenting a multi-racial history and not emphasizing skin color or ethnicity. Instead, her account values the contributions of the people involved in building our country without using distinctions or labels.

Of course, there were terrible chapters in the history of America we cannot overlook – slavery, the oppression of Native Americans, the mistreatment of Chinese, Japanese internment camps, and the list goes on and on – fueled by hatred, bigotry, and fear. Ey Wade covers these events in a clear and concise, non-biased fashion.

In the introduction, Ey states that "Beads on a String" was written to help everyone learn from the past and use that knowledge to make a better present and future. In other words, in place of dwelling on the wrongs done by our ancestors, it's better to let go and heal. She reminds us we are a nation of immigrants. Instead of being African-American, Asian-American, or European-American, "we need to drop the hyphen, and all be Americans."

Ey Wade's "Beads on a String" https://www.amazon.com/Beads-String-Special.../dp/1463696043

Letters from an American - Heather Cox Richardson

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Fri, 08 Jul 2022 12:45:00 +0000

Letters from an American

July 7, 2022

Heather Cox Richardson

Today, President Joe Biden awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom to 17 individuals who Biden says “demonstrate the power of possibilities and embody the soul of the nation—hard work, perseverance, and faith. They have overcome significant obstacles to achieve impressive accomplishments in the arts and sciences, dedicated their lives to advocating for the most vulnerable among us, and acted with bravery to drive change in their communities—and across the world—while blazing trails for generations to come.”

The seventeen appear to have been chosen quite deliberately to provide a snapshot of a multicultural, nonpartisan society in which people work to overcome hardship and contribute to the public good.“

Decorated athletes and military heroes, artists, civil rights giants, activists and trailblazing representatives, intellectuals, and innovators,” Biden tweeted. “That’s America. And these are our 2022 Presidential Medal of Freedom recipients.”

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Peeling Back the Skin #beyondblackhistorymonth #black365 #Juneteenth

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Fri, 19 Jun 2020 19:25:00 +0000

"We, if only seen as a ‘casing’ or a vessel- we cannot change. As a thinking individual we can cause enormous changes. We just have to be accepting of the differences and learn from history. Remember history was written in more than Black and White."

Ignore the skin I'm in and get to know me for who I am. In saying this, I have to say I can't wait until February to make this point, there is so much to know about the Black race, all races, we should shout out 365 days.

If we are honest we will accept the fact, tension in the world boils down to the color of a person’s skin, ridiculousness. We can do all, be all, live in the White House and in the end, those of us who are Black, continue to be seen as blight. Maybe it's because some never bother to get to know the true person, they only look at skin tone.

In the history book Beads on a String-America’s Racially Intertwined Biographical History chapter three is titled Voices of Change it begins with this quote:

“There are, it may be, so many kinds of voices in the world, and none of them are without signification.” 1 Corinthians 14:10 and has a section dedicated to activism and the people who stepped out to confront the injustices directed at people of specific ethnicity.

As the author I started the chapter with a small bit of history pertaining to members of my family. These members, my father Adam Wade and cousin Robert Sampia, fought and succeeded in the desegregation of what is now Lamar University in Beaumont, Texas. How many of us cannot find a single member of our family who has participated in the formation of history? It doesn’t matter the color of your skin or your belief system we have all voiced and accomplished a change. We are all significant.

This belief is the reason I wrote Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History.

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This post was originally titled Dressing the Part and shared on with Literary Lunes Publications as my view of Black History Month.

With the removal of the warm, thick hooded coat of January’s obscurity, we exit the first month of the year and step into the blatant exposure of February’s stark cold reality. Where scars of old are unceremoniously ripped open, let to bleed and reawaken hurt and pain, all in the guise of history, recognition and celebration.
February, the only month of the year I have no choice, but to dress the part and look at myself as being more than just another human. In February I am no longer a common American or a mere woman. I am reminded I am different. I am a Black American.
This difference which in actual fact goes no deeper than the upper level of pigmentation of the skin, has been the determining factor of life and death. Success and failure love and hate.

I like to think of myself as a very free thinking open minded person. Never see myself as a color nor do I feel as if I should slot myself as a particular race…until someone or some event points it out.

In February, the event is Black History Month. In February I pull on my best Baptist Church Lady clothes, slap on the big hat, hold my head up high, poke out my chest and look down on the peons as I sit and watch the lives and deaths of my ancestors being exposed to the world. And I want to cry. I hurt for the ancestors of those who committed those crimes. I cry for the newer generation who do not follow the hateful discrimination of their family members. How disappointed they must be in their forefathers. How tired they must be of having to relive this year after year. I know I am. I’m tired of being seen as a color. I just want to be known for who I am.

I sometimes wonder if Black Americans fight a losing battle for equalization because the battle is not against ‘us’ per say, but against a sense of shame. Shame for an action is hard to wipe away. You can apologize for wrongs which have been done but as long as the object of shame is seen, the shame is still there and eventually shame is substituted with anger and irritation and the object becomes a victim again. As long as we (Black people) have been in America you would assume we would now be an integral part of her structure. We shouldn’t have to be paraded in front of the world one month, no, a mere 28 days, out of a year.

We shouldn’t have to repeatedly shove the atrocities committed to our ancestors in the faces of all. These things are facts of history and should be taught to our children on the daily as are all aspects of things that have occurred in America.

Though we strive to be like our White counterparts, accepted unconditionally we are still fighting to be tolerated. I call this ridiculousness. In order to tolerate someone or something we have to step out of our comfort zone. The hardest thing in man’s mind is to be tolerant of another or to keep an open mind. We judge without thought because something or someone is different. As an author of color I have to confess the trepidation I felt when having my books published. The doubts I harbor have nothing to do with my ability as a writer, but in the willingness of the non-colored world to accept my writings. To read the words and see people who live through the same kind of situations and handle things in the same way as any breathing individual. We don’t all gang bang, use drugs, or live the baby-mama drama. I laugh now at my wish to keep my face and bio off the back covers. Life is not fair nor is it equal in its praises or recognition. Humans are a selfish entity believing we are better than another because of our race, religion or sexual orientation. The fight for racial and social equalization continues and will continue as long as man breathes. Our unification should grow because of our differences and if we are honest with ourselves we would accept the fact our differences are only skin deep. In religion, anyone can choose which path to follow. In education, we can all go as far as we choose. In jobs or professionalism, whether or not to be a parent, or who to marry all are conscious choices.

We, if only seen as a ‘casing’ or a vessel cannot change, as a thinking individual we can cause enormous changes. We just have to be tolerant of the differences and learn from history. Remember history was written in more than Black and White.

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What is Independence Day to any Oppressed in America Today?

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Sat, 07 Jul 2018 16:08:00 +0000

How can we dare to celebrate when the very essence of America's foundation, it's immigrant people of all color and contribution are still mistreated? When it's Native people are continously ignored and traumatized? We are NOT a nation of freedom.
This: "When from their galling chains set free,
Th’ oppress’d shall vilely bend the knee." #TakeAKnee
I bet when that well dressed colonizers sat, they thought they were about entertained by an educated "still ni**er." They got a burning ear full of words still relevant 166 years later. The fantasy of American independence: that it is self-evident that all men are created equal — is a lie we should stop repeating when it pertains to the reality of the lives of people of color in America. ~ "This Fourth of July is yours, not mine. You may rejoice, I must mourn, DO you mean to mock me by asking me to speak today? If so, there is a parallel to your conduct." Frederick Douglass asked a packed hall of fellow Americans in Rochester, New York on July 5, 1852, a full 10 years before Lincoln would sign an executive order freeing enslaved persons in southern and bordering states. Douglass, who had made Rochester his home base for more than a decade after a harrowing escape and journey north to freedom aided by his future wife, Anna Murray Douglass (a free black woman), had, by the time of his speech, penned an autobiography and became the preeminent abolitionist of the time.

Context here is important: Just two years prior, Congress had passed the Fugitive Slave Act as part of the final provisions of the Compromise of 1850. It provided legal cover for enslavers to ruthlessly pursue human beings across state lines and force them back into servitude. The Compromise of 1850 had tightened tensions between the northern states and the southern states over slavery in the western territories, where white Americans had already expelled indigenous nations from their lands. Federal policy had thus sanctioned some pretty disturbing and yet legal rules to placate the powerful few, further empowering southern planters and enslavers to hire bounty hunters to (and compel citizens to assist them in efforts to) drag women and men back to hell. Harsh rhetoric and fierce activism was necessary to shock the nation into response and end one of its greatest evils. Thus, in 1852, Douglass saw fit to tell the nation about herself: His address is as much a powerful historical record of moral outrage as it is a poetic document. A conscientious objector, a dissident and a patriot eschewed silence and civility and issued a torrent of eloquent anger to rouse the spirit of northern whites to advocate the end of slavery for a nation who reifies her origins as a beacon of freedom and the embodiment of the enlightenment era’s highest ideals. https://www.nbcnews.com/think/opinion/what-american-slave-your-4th-july-frederick-douglass-1852-speech-ncna888736

The Entire Speech: What, to the Slave, is the 4th of July? Delivered by Frederick Douglass on July 5th, 1852

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Mr. President, Friends and Fellow Citizens:

He who could address this audience without a quailing sensation, has stronger nerves than I have. I do not remember ever to have appeared as a speaker before any assembly more shrinkingly, nor with greater distrust of my ability, than I do this day. A feeling has crept over me, quite unfavorable to the exercise of my limited powers of speech. The task before me is one which requires much previous thought and study for its proper performance. I know that apologies of this sort are generally considered flat and unmeaning. I trust, however, that mine will not be so considered. Should I seem at ease, my appearance would much misrepresent me. The little experience I have had in addressing public meetings, in country schoolhouses, avails me nothing on the present occasion.

The papers and placards say, that I am to deliver a 4th [of] July oration. This certainly sounds large, and out of the common way, for it is true that I have often had the privilege to speak in this beautiful Hall, and to address many who now honor me with their presence. But neither their familiar faces, nor the perfect gage I think I have of Corinthian Hall, seems to free me from embarrassment.

The fact is, ladies and gentlemen, the distance between this platform and the slave plantation, from which I escaped, is considerable — and the difficulties to be overcome in getting from the latter to the former, are by no means slight. That I am here to-day is, to me, a matter of astonishment as well as of gratitude. You will not, therefore, be surprised, if in what I have to say I evince no elaborate preparation, nor grace my speech with any high sounding exordium. With little experience and with less learning, I have been able to throw my thoughts hastily and imperfectly together; and trusting to your patient and generous indulgence, I will proceed to lay them before you.

This, for the purpose of this celebration, is the 4th of July. It is the birthday of your National Independence, and of your political freedom. This, to you, is what the Passover was to the emancipated people of God. It carries your minds back to the day, and to the act of your great deliverance; and to the signs, and to the wonders, associated with that act, and that day. This celebration also marks the beginning of another year of your national life; and reminds you that the Republic of America is now 76 years old. I am glad, fellow-citizens, that your nation is so young. Seventy-six years, though a good old age for a man, is but a mere speck in the life of a nation. Three score years and ten is the allotted time for individual men; but nations number their years by thousands. According to this fact, you are, even now, only in the beginning of your national career, still lingering in the period of childhood. I repeat, I am glad this is so. There is hope in the thought, and hope is much needed, under the dark clouds which lower above the horizon. The eye of the reformer is met with angry flashes, portending disastrous times; but his heart may well beat lighter at the thought that America is young, and that she is still in the impressible stage of her existence.

May he not hope that high lessons of wisdom, of justice and of truth, will yet give direction to her destiny? Were the nation older, the patriot’s heart might be sadder, and the reformer’s brow heavier. Its future might be shrouded in gloom, and the hope of its prophets go out in sorrow. There is consolation in the thought that America is young. Great streams are not easily turned from channels, worn deep in the course of ages. They may sometimes rise in quiet and stately majesty, and inundate the land, refreshing and fertilizing the earth with their mysterious properties. They may also rise in wrath and fury, and bear away, on their angry waves, the accumulated wealth of years of toil and hardship. They, however, gradually flow back to the same old channel, and flow on as serenely as ever. But, while the river may not be turned aside, it may dry up, and leave nothing behind but the withered branch, and the unsightly rock, to howl in the abyss-sweeping wind, the sad tale of departed glory. As with rivers so with nations.

Fellow-citizens, I shall not presume to dwell at length on the associations that cluster about this day. The simple story of it is that, 76 years ago, the people of this country were British subjects. The style and title of your “sovereign people” (in which you now glory) was not then born. You were under the British Crown. Your fathers esteemed the English Government as the home government; and England as the fatherland. This home government, you know, although a considerable distance from your home, did, in the exercise of its parental prerogatives, impose upon its colonial children, such restraints, burdens and limitations, as, in its mature judgment, it deemed wise, right and proper.

But, your fathers, who had not adopted the fashionable idea of this day, of the infallibility of government, and the absolute character of its acts, presumed to differ from the home government in respect to the wisdom and the justice of some of those burdens and restraints. They went so far in their excitement as to pronounce the measures of government unjust, unreasonable, and oppressive, and altogether such as ought not to be quietly submitted to. I scarcely need say, fellow-citizens, that my opinion of those measures fully accords with that of your fathers. Such a declaration of agreement on my part would not be worth much to anybody. It would, certainly, prove nothing, as to what part I might have taken, had I lived during the great controversy of 1776.

To say now that America was right, and England wrong, is exceedingly easy. Everybody can say it; the dastard, not less than the noble brave, can flippantly discant on the tyranny of England towards the American Colonies. It is fashionable to do so; but there was a time when to pronounce against England, and in favor of the cause of the colonies, tried men’s souls. They who did so were accounted in their day, plotters of mischief, agitators and rebels, dangerous men. To side with the right, against the wrong, with the weak against the strong, and with the oppressed against the oppressor! here lies the merit, and the one which, of all others, seems unfashionable in our day. The cause of liberty may be stabbed by the men who glory in the deeds of your fathers. But, to proceed.

Feeling themselves harshly and unjustly treated by the home government, your fathers, like men of honesty, and men of spirit, earnestly sought redress. They petitioned and remonstrated; they did so in a decorous, respectful, and loyal manner. Their conduct was wholly unexceptionable. This, however, did not answer the purpose. They saw themselves treated with sovereign indifference, coldness and scorn. Yet they persevered. They were not the men to look back.

As the sheet anchor takes a firmer hold, when the ship is tossed by the storm, so did the cause of your fathers grow stronger, as it breasted the chilling blasts of kingly displeasure. The greatest and best of British statesmen admitted its justice, and the loftiest eloquence of the British Senate came to its support. But, with that blindness which seems to be the unvarying characteristic of tyrants, since Pharaoh and his hosts were drowned in the Red Sea, the British Government persisted in the exactions complained of.

The madness of this course, we believe, is admitted now, even by England; but we fear the lesson is wholly lost on our present ruler.

Oppression makes a wise man mad. Your fathers were wise men, and if they did not go mad, they became restive under this treatment. They felt themselves the victims of grievous wrongs, wholly incurable in their colonial capacity. With brave men there is always a remedy for oppression. Just here, the idea of a total separation of the colonies from the crown was born! It was a startling idea, much more so, than we, at this distance of time, regard it. The timid and the prudent (as has been intimated) of that day, were, of course, shocked and alarmed by it.

Such people lived then, had lived before, and will, probably, ever have a place on this planet; and their course, in respect to any great change, (no matter how great the good to be attained, or the wrong to be redressed by it), may be calculated with as much precision as can be the course of the stars. They hate all changes, but silver, gold and copper change! Of this sort of change they are always strongly in favor.

These people were called Tories in the days of your fathers; and the appellation, probably, conveyed the same idea that is meant by a more modern, though a somewhat less euphonious term, which we often find in our papers, applied to some of our old politicians.

Their opposition to the then dangerous thought was earnest and powerful; but, amid all their terror and affrighted vociferations against it, the alarming and revolutionary idea moved on, and the country with it.

On the 2d of July, 1776, the old Continental Congress, to the dismay of the lovers of ease, and the worshipers of property, clothed that dreadful idea with all the authority of national sanction. They did so in the form of a resolution; and as we seldom hit upon resolutions, drawn up in our day whose transparency is at all equal to this, it may refresh your minds and help my story if I read it. “Resolved, That these united colonies are, and of right, ought to be free and Independent States; that they are absolved from all allegiance to the British Crown; and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain is, and ought to be, dissolved.”

Citizens, your fathers made good that resolution. They succeeded; and to-day you reap the fruits of their success. The freedom gained is yours; and you, therefore, may properly celebrate this anniversary. The 4th of July is the first great fact in your nation’s history — the very ring-bolt in the chain of your yet undeveloped destiny.

Pride and patriotism, not less than gratitude, prompt you to celebrate and to hold it in perpetual remembrance. I have said that the Declaration of Independence is the ring-bolt to the chain of your nation’s destiny; so, indeed, I regard it. The principles contained in that instrument are saving principles. Stand by those principles, be true to them on all occasions, in all places, against all foes, and at whatever cost.

From the round top of your ship of state, dark and threatening clouds may be seen. Heavy billows, like mountains in the distance, disclose to the leeward huge forms of flinty rocks! That bolt drawn, that chain broken, and all is lost. Cling to this day — cling to it, and to its principles, with the grasp of a storm-tossed mariner to a spar at midnight.

The coming into being of a nation, in any circumstances, is an interesting event. But, besides general considerations, there were peculiar circumstances which make the advent of this republic an event of special attractiveness.

The whole scene, as I look back to it, was simple, dignified and sublime.

The population of the country, at the time, stood at the insignificant number of three millions. The country was poor in the munitions of war. The population was weak and scattered, and the country a wilderness unsubdued. There were then no means of concert and combination, such as exist now. Neither steam nor lightning had then been reduced to order and discipline. From the Potomac to the Delaware was a journey of many days. Under these, and innumerable other disadvantages, your fathers declared for liberty and independence and triumphed.

Fellow Citizens, I am not wanting in respect for the fathers of this republic. The signers of the Declaration of Independence were brave men. They were great men too — great enough to give fame to a great age. It does not often happen to a nation to raise, at one time, such a number of truly great men. The point from which I am compelled to view them is not, certainly, the most favorable; and yet I cannot contemplate their great deeds with less than admiration. They were statesmen, patriots and heroes, and for the good they did, and the principles they contended for, I will unite with you to honor their memory.

They loved their country better than their own private interests; and, though this is not the highest form of human excellence, all will concede that it is a rare virtue, and that when it is exhibited, it ought to command respect. He who will, intelligently, lay down his life for his country, is a man whom it is not in human nature to despise. Your fathers staked their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor, on the cause of their country. In their admiration of liberty, they lost sight of all other interests.

They were peace men; but they preferred revolution to peaceful submission to bondage. They were quiet men; but they did not shrink from agitating against oppression. They showed forbearance; but that they knew its limits. They believed in order; but not in the order of tyranny. With them, nothing was “settled” that was not right. With them, justice, liberty and humanity were “final;” not slavery and oppression. You may well cherish the memory of such men. They were great in their day and generation. Their solid manhood stands out the more as we contrast it with these degenerate times.

How circumspect, exact and proportionate were all their movements! How unlike the politicians of an hour! Their statesmanship looked beyond the passing moment, and stretched away in strength into the distant future. They seized upon eternal principles, and set a glorious example in their defense. Mark them!

Fully appreciating the hardship to be encountered, firmly believing in the right of their cause, honorably inviting the scrutiny of an on-looking world, reverently appealing to heaven to attest their sincerity, soundly comprehending the solemn responsibility they were about to assume, wisely measuring the terrible odds against them, your fathers, the fathers of this republic, did, most deliberately, under the inspiration of a glorious patriotism, and with a sublime faith in the great principles of justice and freedom, lay deep the corner-stone of the national superstructure, which has risen and still rises in grandeur around you.

Of this fundamental work, this day is the anniversary. Our eyes are met with demonstrations of joyous enthusiasm. Banners and pennants wave exultingly on the breeze. The din of business, too, is hushed. Even Mammon seems to have quitted his grasp on this day. The ear-piercing fife and the stirring drum unite their accents with the ascending peal of a thousand church bells. Prayers are made, hymns are sung, and sermons are preached in honor of this day; while the quick martial tramp of a great and multitudinous nation, echoed back by all the hills, valleys and mountains of a vast continent, bespeak the occasion one of thrilling and universal interest — a nation’s jubilee.

Friends and citizens, I need not enter further into the causes which led to this anniversary. Many of you understand them better than I do. You could instruct me in regard to them. That is a branch of knowledge in which you feel, perhaps, a much deeper interest than your speaker. The causes which led to the separation of the colonies from the British crown have never lacked for a tongue. They have all been taught in your common schools, narrated at your firesides, unfolded from your pulpits, and thundered from your legislative halls, and are as familiar to you as household words. They form the staple of your national poetry and eloquence.

I remember, also, that, as a people, Americans are remarkably familiar with all facts which make in their own favor. This is esteemed by some as a national trait — perhaps a national weakness. It is a fact, that whatever makes for the wealth or for the reputation of Americans, and can be had cheap! will be found by Americans. I shall not be charged with slandering Americans, if I say I think the American side of any question may be safely left in American hands.

I leave, therefore, the great deeds of your fathers to other gentlemen whose claim to have been regularly descended will be less likely to be disputed than mine!

My business, if I have any here to-day, is with the present. The accepted time with God and his cause is the ever-living now.

Trust no future, however pleasant,
Let the dead past bury its dead;
Act, act in the living present,
Heart within, and God overhead.
We have to do with the past only as we can make it useful to the present and to the future. To all inspiring motives, to noble deeds which can be gained from the past, we are welcome. But now is the time, the important time. Your fathers have lived, died, and have done their work, and have done much of it well. You live and must die, and you must do your work. You have no right to enjoy a child’s share in the labor of your fathers, unless your children are to be blest by your labors. You have no right to wear out and waste the hard-earned fame of your fathers to cover your indolence. Sydney Smith tells us that men seldom eulogize the wisdom and virtues of their fathers, but to excuse some folly or wickedness of their own. This truth is not a doubtful one. There are illustrations of it near and remote, ancient and modern. It was fashionable, hundreds of years ago, for the children of Jacob to boast, we have “Abraham to our father,” when they had long lost Abraham’s faith and spirit. That people contented themselves under the shadow of Abraham’s great name, while they repudiated the deeds which made his name great. Need I remind you that a similar thing is being done all over this country to-day? Need I tell you that the Jews are not the only people who built the tombs of the prophets, and garnished the sepulchres of the righteous? Washington could not die till he had broken the chains of his slaves. Yet his monument is built up by the price of human blood, and the traders in the bodies and souls of men shout — “We have Washington to our father.” — Alas! that it should be so; yet so it is.

The evil that men do, lives after them, The good is oft-interred with their bones.
Fellow-citizens, pardon me, allow me to ask, why am I called upon to speak here to-day? What have I, or those I represent, to do with your national independence? Are the great principles of political freedom and of natural justice, embodied in that Declaration of Independence, extended to us? and am I, therefore, called upon to bring our humble offering to the national altar, and to confess the benefits and express devout gratitude for the blessings resulting from your independence to us?

Would to God, both for your sakes and ours, that an affirmative answer could be truthfully returned to these questions! Then would my task be light, and my burden easy and delightful. For who is there so cold, that a nation’s sympathy could not warm him? Who so obdurate and dead to the claims of gratitude, that would not thankfully acknowledge such priceless benefits? Who so stolid and selfish, that would not give his voice to swell the hallelujahs of a nation’s jubilee, when the chains of servitude had been torn from his limbs? I am not that man. In a case like that, the dumb might eloquently speak, and the “lame man leap as an hart.”

But, such is not the state of the case. I say it with a sad sense of the disparity between us. I am not included within the pale of this glorious anniversary! Your high independence only reveals the immeasurable distance between us. The blessings in which you, this day, rejoice, are not enjoyed in common. — The rich inheritance of justice, liberty, prosperity and independence, bequeathed by your fathers, is shared by you, not by me. The sunlight that brought life and healing to you, has brought stripes and death to me. This Fourth [of] July is yours, not mine. You may rejoice, I must mourn. To drag a man in fetters into the grand illuminated temple of liberty, and call upon him to join you in joyous anthems, were inhuman mockery and sacrilegious irony. Do you mean, citizens, to mock me, by asking me to speak to-day? If so, there is a parallel to your conduct. And let me warn you that it is dangerous to copy the example of a nation whose crimes, lowering up to heaven, were thrown down by the breath of the Almighty, burying that nation in irrecoverable ruin! I can to-day take up the plaintive lament of a peeled and woe-smitten people!

“By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down. Yea! we wept when we remembered Zion. We hanged our harps upon the willows in the midst thereof. For there, they that carried us away captive, required of us a song; and they who wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion. How can we sing the Lord’s song in a strange land? If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning. If I do not remember thee, let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth.”

Fellow-citizens; above your national, tumultuous joy, I hear the mournful wail of millions! whose chains, heavy and grievous yesterday, are, to-day, rendered more intolerable by the jubilee shouts that reach them. If I do forget, if I do not faithfully remember those bleeding children of sorrow this day, “may my right hand forget her cunning, and may my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth!” To forget them, to pass lightly over their wrongs, and to chime in with the popular theme, would be treason most scandalous and shocking, and would make me a reproach before God and the world. My subject, then fellow-citizens, is AMERICAN SLAVERY. I shall see, this day, and its popular characteristics, from the slave’s point of view. Standing, there, identified with the American bondman, making his wrongs mine, I do not hesitate to declare, with all my soul, that the character and conduct of this nation never looked blacker to me than on this 4th of July!

Whether we turn to the declarations of the past, or to the professions of the present, the conduct of the nation seems equally hideous and revolting. America is false to the past, false to the present, and solemnly binds herself to be false to the future. Standing with God and the crushed and bleeding slave on this occasion, I will, in the name of humanity which is outraged, in the name of liberty which is fettered, in the name of the constitution and the Bible, which are disregarded and trampled upon, dare to call in question and to denounce, with all the emphasis I can command, everything that serves to perpetuate slavery — the great sin and shame of America! “I will not equivocate; I will not excuse;” I will use the severest language I can command; and yet not one word shall escape me that any man, whose judgment is not blinded by prejudice, or who is not at heart a slaveholder, shall not confess to be right and just.

But I fancy I hear some one of my audience say, it is just in this circumstance that you and your brother abolitionists fail to make a favorable impression on the public mind. Would you argue more, and denounce less, would you persuade more, and rebuke less, your cause would be much more likely to succeed. But, I submit, where all is plain there is nothing to be argued. What point in the anti-slavery creed would you have me argue? On what branch of the subject do the people of this country need light? Must I undertake to prove that the slave is a man? That point is conceded already. Nobody doubts it. The slaveholders themselves acknowledge it in the enactment of laws for their government. They acknowledge it when they punish disobedience on the part of the slave.

There are seventy-two crimes in the State of Virginia, which, if committed by a black man, (no matter how ignorant he be), subject him to the punishment of death; while only two of the same crimes will subject a white man to the like punishment. What is this but the acknowledgement that the slave is a moral, intellectual and responsible being? The manhood of the slave is conceded. It is admitted in the fact that Southern statute books are covered with enactments forbidding, under severe fines and penalties, the teaching of the slave to read or to write. When you can point to any such laws, in reference to the beasts of the field, then I may consent to argue the manhood of the slave. When the dogs in your streets, when the fowls of the air, when the cattle on your hills, when the fish of the sea, and the reptiles that crawl, shall be unable to distinguish the slave from a brute, then will I argue with you that the slave is a man!

For the present, it is enough to affirm the equal manhood of the Negro race. Is it not astonishing that, while we are ploughing, planting and reaping, using all kinds of mechanical tools, erecting houses, constructing bridges, building ships, working in metals of brass, iron, copper, silver and gold; that, while we are reading, writing and cyphering, acting as clerks, merchants and secretaries, having among us lawyers, doctors, ministers, poets, authors, editors, orators and teachers; that, while we are engaged in all manner of enterprises common to other men, digging gold in California, capturing the whale in the Pacific, feeding sheep and cattle on the hill-side, living, moving, acting, thinking, planning, living in families as husbands, wives and children, and, above all, confessing and worshipping the Christian’s God, and looking hopefully for life and immortality beyond the grave, we are called upon to prove that we are men!

Would you have me argue that man is entitled to liberty? that he is the rightful owner of his own body? You have already declared it. Must I argue the wrongfulness of slavery? Is that a question for Republicans? Is it to be settled by the rules of logic and argumentation, as a matter beset with great difficulty, involving a doubtful application of the principle of justice, hard to be understood? How should I look to-day, in the presence of Americans, dividing, and subdividing a discourse, to show that men have a natural right to freedom? speaking of it relatively, and positively, negatively, and affirmatively. To do so, would be to make myself ridiculous, and to offer an insult to your understanding. — There is not a man beneath the canopy of heaven, that does not know that slavery is wrong for him.

What, am I to argue that it is wrong to make men brutes, to rob them of their liberty, to work them without wages, to keep them ignorant of their relations to their fellow men, to beat them with sticks, to flay their flesh with the lash, to load their limbs with irons, to hunt them with dogs, to sell them at auction, to sunder their families, to knock out their teeth, to burn their flesh, to starve them into obedience and submission to their masters? Must I argue that a system thus marked with blood, and stained with pollution, is wrong? No! I will not. I have better employments for my time and strength than such arguments would imply.

What, then, remains to be argued? Is it that slavery is not divine; that God did not establish it; that our doctors of divinity are mistaken? There is blasphemy in the thought. That which is inhuman, cannot be divine! Who can reason on such a proposition? They that can, may; I cannot. The time for such argument is passed.

At a time like this, scorching irony, not convincing argument, is needed. O! had I the ability, and could I reach the nation’s ear, I would, to-day, pour out a fiery stream of biting ridicule, blasting reproach, withering sarcasm, and stern rebuke. For it is not light that is needed, but fire; it is not the gentle shower, but thunder. We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake. The feeling of the nation must be quickened; the conscience of the nation must be roused; the propriety of the nation must be startled; the hypocrisy of the nation must be exposed; and its crimes against God and man must be proclaimed and denounced.

What, to the American slave, is your 4th of July? I answer: a day that reveals to him, more than all other days in the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is the constant victim. To him, your celebration is a sham; your boasted liberty, an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sounds of rejoicing are empty and heartless; your denunciations of tyrants, brass fronted impudence; your shouts of liberty and equality, hollow mockery; your prayers and hymns, your sermons and thanksgivings, with all your religious parade, and solemnity, are, to him, mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisy — a thin veil to cover up crimes which would disgrace a nation of savages. There is not a nation on the earth guilty of practices, more shocking and bloody, than are the people of these United States, at this very hour.

Go where you may, search where you will, roam through all the monarchies and despotisms of the old world, travel through South America, search out every abuse, and when you have found the last, lay your facts by the side of the everyday practices of this nation, and you will say with me, that, for revolting barbarity and shameless hypocrisy, America reigns without a rival.

Take the American slave-trade, which, we are told by the papers, is especially prosperous just now. Ex-Senator Benton tells us that the price of men was never higher than now. He mentions the fact to show that slavery is in no danger. This trade is one of the peculiarities of American institutions. It is carried on in all the large towns and cities in one-half of this confederacy; and millions are pocketed every year, by dealers in this horrid traffic. In several states, this trade is a chief source of wealth. It is called (in contradistinction to the foreign slave-trade) “the internal slave trade.” It is, probably, called so, too, in order to divert from it the horror with which the foreign slave-trade is contemplated.

That trade has long since been denounced by this government, as piracy. It has been denounced with burning words, from the high places of the nation, as an execrable traffic. To arrest it, to put an end to it, this nation keeps a squadron, at immense cost, on the coast of Africa. Everywhere, in this country, it is safe to speak of this foreign slave-trade, as a most inhuman traffic, opposed alike to the laws of God and of man. The duty to extirpate and destroy it, is admitted even by our DOCTORS OF DIVINITY. In order to put an end to it, some of these last have consented that their colored brethren (nominally free) should leave this country, and establish themselves on the western coast of Africa! It is, however, a notable fact that, while so much execration is poured out by Americans upon those engaged in the foreign slave-trade, the men engaged in the slave-trade between the states pass without condemnation, and their business is deemed honorable.

Behold the practical operation of this internal slave-trade, the American slave-trade, sustained by American politics and America religion. Here you will see men and women reared like swine for the market. You know what is a swine-drover? I will show you a man-drover. They inhabit all our Southern States. They perambulate the country, and crowd the highways of the nation, with droves of human stock. You will see one of these human flesh-jobbers, armed with pistol, whip and bowie-knife, driving a company of a hundred men, women, and children, from the Potomac to the slave market at New Orleans. These wretched people are to be sold singly, or in lots, to suit purchasers. They are food for the cotton-field, and the deadly sugar-mill. Mark the sad procession, as it moves wearily along, and the inhuman wretch who drives them. Hear his savage yells and his blood-chilling oaths, as he hurries on his affrighted captives!

There, see the old man, with locks thinned and gray. Cast one glance, if you please, upon that young mother, whose shoulders are bare to the scorching sun, her briny tears falling on the brow of the babe in her arms. See, too, that girl of thirteen, weeping, yes! weeping, as she thinks of the mother from whom she has been torn! The drove moves tardily. Heat and sorrow have nearly consumed their strength; suddenly you hear a quick snap, like the discharge of a rifle; the fetters clank, and the chain rattles simultaneously; your ears are saluted with a scream, that seems to have torn its way to the center of your soul! The crack you heard, was the sound of the slave-whip; the scream you heard, was from the woman you saw with the babe. Her speed had faltered under the weight of her child and her chains! that gash on her shoulder tells her to move on. Follow the drove to New Orleans. Attend the auction; see men examined like horses; see the forms of women rudely and brutally exposed to the shocking gaze of American slave-buyers. See this drove sold and separated forever; and never forget the deep, sad sobs that arose from that scattered multitude. Tell me citizens, WHERE, under the sun, you can witness a spectacle more fiendish and shocking. Yet this is but a glance at the American slave-trade, as it exists, at this moment, in the ruling part of the United States.

I was born amid such sights and scenes. To me the American slave-trade is a terrible reality. When a child, my soul was often pierced with a sense of its horrors. I lived on Philpot Street, Fell’s Point, Baltimore, and have watched from the wharves, the slave ships in the Basin, anchored from the shore, with their cargoes of human flesh, waiting for favorable winds to waft them down the Chesapeake. There was, at that time, a grand slave mart kept at the head of Pratt Street, by Austin Woldfolk. His agents were sent into every town and county in Maryland, announcing their arrival, through the papers, and on flaming “hand-bills,” headed CASH FOR NEGROES. These men were generally well dressed men, and very captivating in their manners. Ever ready to drink, to treat, and to gamble. The fate of many a slave has depended upon the turn of a single card; and many a child has been snatched from the arms of its mother by bargains arranged in a state of brutal drunkenness.

The flesh-mongers gather up their victims by dozens, and drive them, chained, to the general depot at Baltimore. When a sufficient number have been collected here, a ship is chartered, for the purpose of conveying the forlorn crew to Mobile, or to New Orleans. From the slave prison to the ship, they are usually driven in the darkness of night; for since the antislavery agitation, a certain caution is observed.

In the deep still darkness of midnight, I have been often aroused by the dead heavy footsteps, and the piteous cries of the chained gangs that passed our door. The anguish of my boyish heart was intense; and I was often consoled, when speaking to my mistress in the morning, to hear her say that the custom was very wicked; that she hated to hear the rattle of the chains, and the heart-rending cries. I was glad to find one who sympathized with me in my horror.

Fellow-citizens, this murderous traffic is, to-day, in active operation in this boasted republic. In the solitude of my spirit, I see clouds of dust raised on the highways of the South; I see the bleeding footsteps; I hear the doleful wail of fettered humanity, on the way to the slave-markets, where the victims are to be sold like horses, sheep, and swine, knocked off to the highest bidder. There I see the tenderest ties ruthlessly broken, to gratify the lust, caprice and rapacity of the buyers and sellers of men. My soul sickens at the sight.

Is this the land your Fathers loved,
The freedom which they toiled to win?
Is this the earth whereon they moved?
Are these the graves they slumber in?
But a still more inhuman, disgraceful, and scandalous state of things remains to be presented. By an act of the American Congress, not yet two years old, slavery has been nationalized in its most horrible and revolting form. By that act, Mason and Dixon’s line has been obliterated; New York has become as Virginia; and the power to hold, hunt, and sell men, women, and children as slaves remains no longer a mere state institution, but is now an institution of the whole United States. The power is co-extensive with the Star-Spangled Banner and American Christianity. Where these go, may also go the merciless slave-hunter. Where these are, man is not sacred. He is a bird for the sportsman’s gun. By that most foul and fiendish of all human decrees, the liberty and person of every man are put in peril. Your broad republican domain is hunting ground for men. Not for thieves and robbers, enemies of society, merely, but for men guilty of no crime. Your lawmakers have commanded all good citizens to engage in this hellish sport. Your President, your Secretary of State, our lords, nobles, and ecclesiastics, enforce, as a duty you owe to your free and glorious country, and to your God, that you do this accursed thing. Not fewer than forty Americans have, within the past two years, been hunted down and, without a moment’s warning, hurried away in chains, and consigned to slavery and excruciating torture. Some of these have had wives and children, dependent on them for bread; but of this, no account was made.

The right of the hunter to his prey stands superior to the right of marriage, and to all rights in this republic, the rights of God included! For black men there are neither law, justice, humanity, not religion. The Fugitive Slave Law makes mercy to them a crime; and bribes the judge who tries them. An American judge gets ten dollars for every victim he consigns to slavery, and five, when he fails to do so. The oath of any two villains is sufficient, under this hell-black enactment, to send the most pious and exemplary black man into the remorseless jaws of slavery! His own testimony is nothing. He can bring no witnesses for himself. The minister of American justice is bound by the law to hear but one side; and that side, is the side of the oppressor. Let this damning fact be perpetually told. Let it be thundered around the world, that, in tyrant-killing, king-hating, people-loving, democratic, Christian America, the seats of justice are filled with judges, who hold their offices under an open and palpable bribe, and are bound, in deciding in the case of a man’s liberty, hear only his accusers!

In glaring violation of justice, in shameless disregard of the forms of administering law, in cunning arrangement to entrap the defenseless, and in diabolical intent, this Fugitive Slave Law stands alone in the annals of tyrannical legislation. I doubt if there be another nation on the globe, having the brass and the baseness to put such a law on the statute-book. If any man in this assembly thinks differently from me in this matter, and feels able to disprove my statements, I will gladly confront him at any suitable time and place he may select.

I take this law to be one of the grossest infringements of Christian Liberty, and, if the churches and ministers of our country were not stupidly blind, or most wickedly indifferent, they, too, would so regard it.

At the very moment that they are thanking God for the enjoyment of civil and religious liberty, and for the right to worship God according to the dictates of their own consciences, they are utterly silent in respect to a law which robs religion of its chief significance, and makes it utterly worthless to a world lying in wickedness. Did this law concern the “mint, anise, and cumin” — abridge the right to sing psalms, to partake of the sacrament, or to engage in any of the ceremonies of religion, it would be smitten by the thunder of a thousand pulpits. A general shout would go up from the church, demanding repeal, repeal, instant repeal! — And it would go hard with that politician who presumed to solicit the votes of the people without inscribing this motto on his banner. Further, if this demand were not complied with, another Scotland would be added to the history of religious liberty, and the stern old Covenanters would be thrown into the shade.

A John Knox would be seen at every church door, and heard from every pulpit, and Fillmore would have no more quarter than was shown by Knox, to the beautiful, but treacherous queen Mary of Scotland. The fact that the church of our country, (with fractional exceptions), does not esteem “the Fugitive Slave Law” as a declaration of war against religious liberty, implies that that church regards religion simply as a form of worship, an empty ceremony, and not a vital principle, requiring active benevolence, justice, love and good will towards man. It esteems sacrifice above mercy; psalm-singing above right doing; solemn meetings above practical righteousness. A worship that can be conducted by persons who refuse to give shelter to the houseless, to give bread to the hungry, clothing to the naked, and who enjoin obedience to a law forbidding these acts of mercy, is a curse, not a blessing to mankind. The Bible addresses all such persons as “scribes, Pharisees, hypocrites, who pay tithe of mint, anise, and cumin, and have omitted the weightier matters of the law, judgment, mercy and faith.”

But the church of this country is not only indifferent to the wrongs of the slave, it actually takes sides with the oppressors. It has made itself the bulwark of American slavery, and the shield of American slave-hunters. Many of its most eloquent Divines. who stand as the very lights of the church, have shamelessly given the sanction of religion and the Bible to the whole slave system. They have taught that man may, properly, be a slave; that the relation of master and slave is ordained of God; that to send back an escaped bondman to his master is clearly the duty of all the followers of the Lord Jesus Christ; and this horrible blasphemy is palmed off upon the world for Christianity.

For my part, I would say, welcome infidelity! welcome atheism! welcome anything! in preference to the gospel, as preached by those Divines! They convert the very name of religion into an engine of tyranny, and barbarous cruelty, and serve to confirm more infidels, in this age, than all the infidel writings of Thomas Paine, Voltaire, and Bolingbroke, put together, have done! These ministers make religion a cold and flinty-hearted thing, having neither principles of right action, nor bowels of compassion. They strip the love of God of its beauty, and leave the throng of religion a huge, horrible, repulsive form. It is a religion for oppressors, tyrants, man-stealers, and thugs. It is not that “pure and undefiled religion” which is from above, and which is “first pure, then peaceable, easy to be entreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy.” But a religion which favors the rich against the poor; which exalts the proud above the humble; which divides mankind into two classes, tyrants and slaves; which says to the man in chains, stay there; and to the oppressor, oppress on; it is a religion which may be professed and enjoyed by all the robbers and enslavers of mankind; it makes God a respecter of persons, denies his fatherhood of the race, and tramples in the dust the great truth of the brotherhood of man.

All this we affirm to be true of the popular church, and the popular worship of our land and nation — a religion, a church, and a worship which, on the authority of inspired wisdom, we pronounce to be an abomination in the sight of God. In the language of Isaiah, the American church might be well addressed, “Bring no more vain ablations; incense is an abomination unto me: the new moons and Sabbaths, the calling of assemblies, I cannot away with; it is iniquity even the solemn meeting. Your new moons and your appointed feasts my soul hateth. They are a trouble to me; I am weary to bear them; and when ye spread forth your hands I will hide mine eyes from you. Yea! when ye make many prayers, I will not hear. YOUR HANDS ARE FULL OF BLOOD; cease to do evil, learn to do well; seek judgment; relieve the oppressed; judge for the fatherless; plead for the widow.”

The American church is guilty, when viewed in connection with what it is doing to uphold slavery; but it is superlatively guilty when viewed in connection with its ability to abolish slavery. The sin of which it is guilty is one of omission as well as of commission. Albert Barnes but uttered what the common sense of every man at all observant of the actual state of the case will receive as truth, when he declared that “There is no power out of the church that could sustain slavery an hour, if it were not sustained in it.”

Let the religious press, the pulpit, the Sunday school, the conference meeting, the great ecclesiastical, missionary, Bible and tract associations of the land array their immense powers against slavery and slave-holding; and the whole system of crime and blood would be scattered to the winds; and that they do not do this involves them in the most awful responsibility of which the mind can conceive.

In prosecuting the anti-slavery enterprise, we have been asked to spare the church, to spare the ministry; but how, we ask, could such a thing be done? We are met on the threshold of our efforts for the redemption of the slave, by the church and ministry of the country, in battle arrayed against us; and we are compelled to fight or flee. From what quarter, I beg to know, has proceeded a fire so deadly upon our ranks, during the last two years, as from the Northern pulpit? As the champions of oppressors, the chosen men of American theology have appeared — men, honored for their so-called piety, and their real learning. The Lords of Buffalo, the Springs of New York, the Lathrops of Auburn, the Coxes and Spencers of Brooklyn, the Gannets and Sharps of Boston, the Deweys of Washington, and other great religious lights of the land have, in utter denial of the authority of Him by whom they professed to be called to the ministry, deliberately taught us, against the example or the Hebrews and against the remonstrance of the Apostles, they teach that we ought to obey man’s law before the law of God.

My spirit wearies of such blasphemy; and how such men can be supported, as the “standing types and representatives of Jesus Christ,” is a mystery which I leave others to penetrate. In speaking of the American church, however, let it be distinctly understood that I mean the great mass of the religious organizations of our land. There are exceptions, and I thank God that there are. Noble men may be found, scattered all over these Northern States, of whom Henry Ward Beecher of Brooklyn, Samuel J. May of Syracuse, and my esteemed friend (Rev. R. R. Raymond) on the platform, are shining examples; and let me say further, that upon these men lies the duty to inspire our ranks with high religious faith and zeal, and to cheer us on in the great mission of the slave’s redemption from his chains.

One is struck with the difference between the attitude of the American church towards the anti-slavery movement, and that occupied by the churches in England towards a similar movement in that country. There, the church, true to its mission of ameliorating, elevating, and improving the condition of mankind, came forward promptly, bound up the wounds of the West Indian slave, and restored him to his liberty. There, the question of emancipation was a high religious question. It was demanded, in the name of humanity, and according to the law of the living God. The Sharps, the Clarksons, the Wilberforces, the Buxtons, and Burchells and the Knibbs, were alike famous for their piety, and for their philanthropy. The anti-slavery movement there was not an anti-church movement, for the reason that the church took its full share in prosecuting that movement: and the anti-slavery movement in this country will cease to be an anti-church movement, when the church of this country shall assume a favorable, instead of a hostile position towards that movement. Americans! your republican politics, not less than your republican religion, are flagrantly inconsistent. You boast of your love of liberty, your superior civilization, and your pure Christianity, while the whole political power of the nation (as embodied in the two great political parties), is solemnly pledged to support and perpetuate the enslavement of three millions of your countrymen.

You hurl your anathemas at the crowned headed tyrants of Russia and Austria, and pride yourselves on your Democratic institutions, while you yourselves consent to be the mere tools and body-guards of the tyrants of Virginia and Carolina. You invite to your shores fugitives of oppression from abroad, honor them with banquets, greet them with ovations, cheer them, toast them, salute them, protect them, and pour out your money to them like water; but the fugitives from your own land you advertise, hunt, arrest, shoot and kill. You glory in your refinement and your universal education yet you maintain a system as barbarous and dreadful as ever stained the character of a nation — a system begun in avarice, supported in pride, and perpetuated in cruelty. You shed tears over fallen Hungary, and make the sad story of her wrongs the theme of your poets, statesmen and orators, till your gallant sons are ready to fly to arms to vindicate her cause against her oppressors; but, in regard to the ten thousand wrongs of the American slave, you would enforce the strictest silence, and would hail him as an enemy of the nation who dares to make those wrongs the subject of public discourse! You are all on fire at the mention of liberty for France or for Ireland; but are as cold as an iceberg at the thought of liberty for the enslaved of America. You discourse eloquently on the dignity of labor; yet, you sustain a system which, in its very essence, casts a stigma upon labor. You can bare your bosom to the storm of British artillery to throw off a threepenny tax on tea; and yet wring the last hard-earned farthing from the grasp of the black laborers of your country. You profess to believe “that, of one blood, God made all nations of men to dwell on the face of all the earth,” and hath commanded all men, everywhere to love one another; yet you notoriously hate, (and glory in your hatred), all men whose skins are not colored like your own. You declare, before the world, and are understood by the world to declare, that you “hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal; and are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights; and that, among these are, life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness;” and yet, you hold securely, in a bondage which, according to your own Thomas Jefferson, “is worse than ages of that which your fathers rose in rebellion to oppose,” a seventh part of the inhabitants of your country.

Fellow-citizens! I will not enlarge further on your national inconsistencies. The existence of slavery in this country brands your republicanism as a sham, your humanity as a base pretence, and your Christianity as a lie. It destroys your moral power abroad; it corrupts your politicians at home. It saps the foundation of religion; it makes your name a hissing, and a bye-word to a mocking earth. It is the antagonistic force in your government, the only thing that seriously disturbs and endangers your Union. It fetters your progress; it is the enemy of improvement, the deadly foe of education; it fosters pride; it breeds insolence; it promotes vice; it shelters crime; it is a curse to the earth that supports it; and yet, you cling to it, as if it were the sheet anchor of all your hopes. Oh! be warned! be warned! a horrible reptile is coiled up in your nation’s bosom; the venomous creature is nursing at the tender breast of your youthful republic; for the love of God, tear away, and fling from you the hideous monster, and let the weight of twenty millions crush and destroy it forever!

But it is answered in reply to all this, that precisely what I have now denounced is, in fact, guaranteed and sanctioned by the Constitution of the United States; that the right to hold and to hunt slaves is a part of that Constitution framed by the illustrious Fathers of this Republic.

Then, I dare to affirm, notwithstanding all I have said before, your fathers stooped, basely stooped

To palter with us in a double sense:
And keep the word of promise to the ear,
But break it to the heart.
And instead of being the honest men I have before declared them to be, they were the veriest imposters that ever practiced on mankind. This is the inevitable conclusion, and from it there is no escape. But I differ from those who charge this baseness on the framers of the Constitution of the United States. It is a slander upon their memory, at least, so I believe. There is not time now to argue the constitutional question at length — nor have I the ability to discuss it as it ought to be discussed. The subject has been handled with masterly power by Lysander Spooner, Esq., by William Goodell, by Samuel E. Sewall, Esq., and last, though not least, by Gerritt Smith, Esq. These gentlemen have, as I think, fully and clearly vindicated the Constitution from any design to support slavery for an hour.

Fellow-citizens! there is no matter in respect to which, the people of the North have allowed themselves to be so ruinously imposed upon, as that of the pro-slavery character of the Constitution. In that instrument I hold there is neither warrant, license, nor sanction of the hateful thing; but, interpreted as it ought to be interpreted, the Constitution is a GLORIOUS LIBERTY DOCUMENT. Read its preamble, consider its purposes. Is slavery among them? Is it at the gateway? or is it in the temple? It is neither. While I do not intend to argue this question on the present occasion, let me ask, if it be not somewhat singular that, if the Constitution were intended to be, by its framers and adopters, a slave-holding instrument, why neither slavery, slaveholding, nor slave can anywhere be found in it. What would be thought of an instrument, drawn up, legally drawn up, for the purpose of entitling the city of Rochester to a track of land, in which no mention of land was made? Now, there are certain rules of interpretation, for the proper understanding of all legal instruments. These rules are well established. They are plain, common-sense rules, such as you and I, and all of us, can understand and apply, without having passed years in the study of law. I scout the idea that the question of the constitutionality or unconstitutionality of slavery is not a question for the people. I hold that every American citizen has a right to form an opinion of the constitution, and to propagate that opinion, and to use all honorable means to make his opinion the prevailing one. Without this right, the liberty of an American citizen would be as insecure as that of a Frenchman. Ex-Vice-President Dallas tells us that the Constitution is an object to which no American mind can be too attentive, and no American heart too devoted. He further says, the Constitution, in its words, is plain and intelligible, and is meant for the home-bred, unsophisticated understandings of our fellow-citizens. Senator Berrien tell us that the Constitution is the fundamental law, that which controls all others. The charter of our liberties, which every citizen has a personal interest in understanding thoroughly. The testimony of Senator Breese, Lewis Cass, and many others that might be named, who are everywhere esteemed as sound lawyers, so regard the constitution. I take it, therefore, that it is not presumption in a private citizen to form an opinion of that instrument.

Now, take the Constitution according to its plain reading, and I defy the presentation of a single pro-slavery clause in it. On the other hand it will be found to contain principles and purposes, entirely hostile to the existence of slavery.

I have detained my audience entirely too long already. At some future period I will gladly avail myself of an opportunity to give this subject a full and fair discussion.

Allow me to say, in conclusion, notwithstanding the dark picture I have this day presented of the state of the nation, I do not despair of this country. There are forces in operation, which must inevitably work the downfall of slavery. “The arm of the Lord is not shortened,” and the doom of slavery is certain. I, therefore, leave off where I began, with hope. While drawing encouragement from the Declaration of Independence, the great principles it contains, and the genius of American Institutions, my spirit is also cheered by the obvious tendencies of the age. Nations do not now stand in the same relation to each other that they did ages ago. No nation can now shut itself up from the surrounding world, and trot round in the same old path of its fathers without interference. The time was when such could be done. Long established customs of hurtful character could formerly fence themselves in, and do their evil work with social impunity. Knowledge was then confined and enjoyed by the privileged few, and the multitude walked on in mental darkness. But a change has now come over the affairs of mankind. Walled cities and empires have become unfashionable. The arm of commerce has borne away the gates of the strong city. Intelligence is penetrating the darkest corners of the globe. It makes its pathway over and under the sea, as well as on the earth. Wind, steam, and lightning are its chartered agents. Oceans no longer divide, but link nations together. From Boston to London is now a holiday excursion. Space is comparatively annihilated. Thoughts expressed on one side of the Atlantic, are distinctly heard on the other. The far off and almost fabulous Pacific rolls in grandeur at our feet. The Celestial Empire, the mystery of ages, is being solved. The fiat of the Almighty, “Let there be Light,” has not yet spent its force. No abuse, no outrage whether in taste, sport or avarice, can now hide itself from the all-pervading light. The iron shoe, and crippled foot of China must be seen, in contrast with nature. Africa must rise and put on her yet unwoven garment. “Ethiopia shall stretch out her hand unto God.” In the fervent aspirations of William Lloyd Garrison, I say, and let every heart join in saying it:

God speed the year of jubilee
The wide world o’er
When from their galling chains set free,
Th’ oppress’d shall vilely bend the knee,
And wear the yoke of tyranny
Like brutes no more.
That year will come, and freedom’s reign,
To man his plundered fights again
Restore.
God speed the day when human blood
Shall cease to flow!
In every clime be understood,
The claims of human brotherhood,
And each return for evil, good,
Not blow for blow;
That day will come all feuds to end.
And change into a faithful friend
Each foe.
God speed the hour, the glorious hour,
When none on earth
Shall exercise a lordly power,
Nor in a tyrant’s presence cower;
But all to manhood’s stature tower,
By equal birth!
That hour will come, to each, to all,
And from his prison-house, the thrall
Go forth.
Until that year, day, hour, arrive,
With head, and heart, and hand I’ll strive,
To break the rod, and rend the gyve,
The spoiler of his prey deprive —
So witness Heaven!
And never from my chosen post,
Whate’er the peril or the cost,
Be driven.

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noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Mon, 05 Mar 2018 18:26:00 +0000

Why y'all so mad, though? Why does a person of color, speaking out for him/her ethnicity anger you?

Racism- is a conscious social and institutional action and if it is shown on the job, where you live, shop or are entertained, it can and should be addressed. And true it isn't always just a "white" thing, but if you ignore the fact it's there, doesn't make it go away. PSA: If you, as a person of non-color feel you're being racially profiled- it's on you to stand up for yourself. We ain't mad at you. Self-preservation first. Stand up for yourself, but don't beat others down for doing the same.

The feelings on prejudice and discrimination is an individual thing. YOU chose how you will react when confronted with another person's opinions and experiences.

Be rabid mad, but don't think you're so privileged you have the right to take the same angry feelings from the one who is living the discrimination.

Shouting all lives matter because you get upset a Black person says their life matters, ONLY proves you think that a Black person's life really doesn't matter- to you. Cuz, you can damn well bet your life matters to you and push come to shove, you will save yourself, first.

If you're saying "all lives matter," Black lives are in that statement. But you're angry cuz Black people agree with you, Black Lives Matter because all lives matter.

Bringing up every crime statistic to try and prove what race commits more crime and kills their members more than the other- doesn't give you points. Except to say you aren't seeing the big picture - WE AS HUMANS are killing each other over things- ridiculous.

And if you think WE as a Black community, as people of color- aren't angry and working on ending crime in the streets- I'm going to have to call you on that ignorant bullsh*t. That would be the same as me saying, White people don't care nothing about the mass killing of their children and family members, because those white on white crimes occur. A dumba**ed assumption, right?

Bringing up every other atrocity that has been committed in AMERICA to every other ethnicity, while trying to belittle or whitewash 400 combined years of Black slavery and civil rights oppression - then try to tell us to get over it, that's a waste of time. WE can not get over it. Not when the present has remnants of that same terror. If you don't see it, no one can open your eyes.

*addendum* swallow that "but who sold slaves 1st," line. I refuse to lean into that whitewashed lie. Just remember, only winners write the history books. You can't sale what no one buys. HUMANS were kidnapped, trafficked, tortured, raped, mutilated and kept for generations- as slaves, and that was on American soil.

If you are angry/jealous/envious about TV channels, schools, organizations, award shows, etc. that have the word BLACK, on it, you have to ask yourself "why am I so angry at that word?" It doesn't say "all others excluded" behind it. Are you angry at all the other ethnicities and races that have labels on their own? If it's simply the word black that makes you angry, you may need to get some help for that, sounds personal. Your insanity is waaay beyond our control.

*addendum* Don't be mad if the race card is played when the game wasn't invented, the deck wasn't stacked and the cards weren't dealt, by the Black race. We were pulled into the game, and now we're playing by your rules. Don't like it, stop the damned games.

If you're crying because nothing is labeled White, don't be, we naturally/automatically assume it's yours, but if you want to run off and label things, feel free. America has been there, seen that- we hated it and fixed that. We'll do it again.

If you want to run around yelling White pride, go ahead- we've been there, lived that, and have seen a lot of strange fruit hanging around to prove it.

If you have to point out how things have improved in society when it comes to some acts of racism- I'll stand and applaud with you. Cuz yeah, now we can eat, work, educate, and piss right along side of you.

Just remember while we're applauding, WE didn't get that privilege because we deserved it as humans, as Americans, as natural born citizens - it's because we had to FIGHT, and argue, and die for it through organizations with the word "black," on it and with the Civil Rights Movement. Same movement that you reap benefits from. Same movement that has now spawned the Black Lives Matter. Same movement that received the same treatment, and anger that is being shown to a new generation. Because we still have to stand and shout that our Black life matters as much as the next persons.

So, why y'all so mad, though? If the calling out of racism doesn't pertain to you, doesn't help you, depresses you, pisses you off-don't internalize it. It's not for you. Take a seat.

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noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Mon, 05 Mar 2018 18:12:00 +0000

YOU are a Bead on this String. Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History

In case you haven't heard, This is Beads on a String, America's only multiracial history book to celebrates the contributions of ALL races/ethnicity to America's growth.

Are you ready? Can you handle this truth? America's #history in all colors in 1 nonsegregated format.

My belief: "Within America's history-“I feel that we, as Americans, are all equal and held together by a common thread. Like a treasured beaded necklace of different colors, held together on a string, we are held together by our necessities and our circumstances and our humanity. Every color helps to make the necklace beautiful. We can never be a totally separate entity! Americans of all colors are so integrated that if we hurt one, we hurt all. Just like that necklace of treasured beads- leave one out and the gap is seen. Break the chain and many of us are lost.” What do you believe?
Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History

"Carefully researched and touchingly portrayed, this is a book that belongs in every library and classroom in America. I highly recommend it. It is an important contribution to the history of our nation, and is a good resource for historians of all types." - Elle Zeidon

"Ey Wade has written a unique and important book that put all racial History under one umbrella. Wade has done a tremendous job collecting information on all races, and all subjects related to them. "Beads on a String" is a piece of History that was missing until this book came out. I highly recommend this book to anyone wishing to understand more about how multiple cultures shaped the US to what it is today. Two thumbs up!"

"A Must-Read In So Many Ways
I just finished Beads on A String and in all sincerity I have to say it is a work of subtle genius. Several years back I read one of the most unusual history books ever written, "The Peoples' History of the United States." Anyone who has read that revelation of history as events that really happened, as opposed to events as reported by those who were left holding the most power, will see a similar sort of understanding in this amazing work by Ey Wade. An alternative title for her work could well be, "A History of the People of the United States. I can give this work no higher compliment.

I was consistently fascinated by unexpected connections, accomplishments and contributions being added to the ongoing tapestry of our country by so many people from so many ethnic and cultural backgrounds, that I simply couldn't put the book down. If I could ask for anything more, it would literally be just that...more.

This is the story of the heroes of our collective past. What is incredibly moving is that so many of these heroes have gone unsung for so long.

I can gladly recommend this book to anyone interested in the historical journey of the land we live in. Beyond that, I can just as easily recommend it to anyone who just likes a great read." - Johnathan Ellis

History is written in more than black and white.
Releasing her first creative non-fiction American History book Ey Wade takes you through time and life stories to show you the multitude of races/ethnicity who helped make America the great country it is.

Where in history can you find people from every ethnicity combined and having the story told of how they contributed to America? Beads on a String, America’s Racially Intertwined Biographical History lauds loudly the accomplishments of all people who helped make America the great country it has become. Beads on a String is America’s first multiracial history book. Sometimes we forget history is for the formation of the future.
Why did I write Beads on a String- America’s Racially Intertwined Biographical History?
It started off as a home-schooling Black history month project with my youngest daughter. One day my daughter and I were on the subject of Black History Month. We were irritated and frustrated (as a lot of people are) about the fact history of such a great race is illuminated once a month and on the shortest month and then she asked "When is White history month?"
"Everyday," I answered. Then (as children do) she started asking for the month of each race and the book where they were all included...there were none. We decided to make one. We should all be celebrated and recognized on the daily.

Beads on a String-America’s Racially Intertwined Biographical History, is the first and only book to bring America's racial history together within one binding.

Review: Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History @repjohnlewis

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Sat, 08 Jul 2017 00:22:00 +0000

Beads on a String is an approachable, conversational, and interactive history of diversity in America.

Instead of a melting pot, Ey Wade envisions the country as a piece of jewelry where the contributions of all of the people who have immigrated here from all over the world add to the beauty of our society.

It honors all of the peoples that contributed to this country in a nicely balanced way. Designed as a resource for students it suits the classroom or homeschool classroom but also is an enjoyable read for armchair historians and fans of the History Channel. It's a must read for history lovers.

Acting Like Tom Cruise #bookreviews

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Tue, 23 May 2017 14:04:00 +0000

Today I want to buy a new couch. One I can jump up and down on and shout in happiness. I received four five star reviews today. Was praised for my writing and my artistic abilities and I feel so humbled. Just goes to show, while you're sitting doubting yourself, someone is admiring you from afar. Thank you so much readers.
Ey Wade, @jumpouttheboat

5.0 out of 5 stars Beautiful love story!,

Alex Canton-Dutari

This review is from: Who Will Hug the Sun? (In My Sister's World) (Kindle Edition)

It took me less than fifteen minutes to read this beautiful story -- perhaps because I got into each picture.
In Spanish the Sun is masculine and the Moon is feminine. I was surprised to read the reverse in English; now I may understand why a car is feminine in the Queen's language.
Do you know what impelled me to buy the book? The title. It intrigued me; the story engulfed this old fellow.
This love story convinced me that Ms Wade knows how to dive into her inner child's fantasies but convey them as the adult she is. The final outcome was excellent.
Grammar and punctuation? Quite flawless.
My congratulations to the sketch artist. (That's me)

The Perfect Solution-A Suspense of Choices

This was the first book I read by Ms. Wade. I really enjoyed the storyline and felt that

the story was real. I sympathized with Catrine, and felt the same anxiety she felt in having her child kidnapped. Even though I never actually experienced that situation, it was one of my biggest fears when my daughter was that age. The story also raised the awareness of mental illness and situations that one who is suffering from the illness may experience. I am late in writing this review on smashwords, but wrote one on amazon. I also read her book of short stories "When One Door Closes" and really enjoyed the follow-up story of Brhin as an adult. KUDOS to you Ms. Wade!!!!!
The Women of the Hill- From the series...Yes, Sam Takes Care of Me

Ms. Wade, you continue to hold my attention with your stories. What I admire about you is that you take everyday life as a foundation. This story of five women was true to

form. You displayed how in everyday life women continue to do what they need5 to do to maintain their families. I experienced both tears and laughter while reading. I was happy to see those who succeeded in finding happiness, while feeling sorrow for those who lives met with tragedy. What you bring to the table is what I look for in a good read. I will continue to read your work!

D.N.A. -Nothing Would Ever be the Same

D.N.A. was another example of excellent

writing by Ms. Wade. She was able to bring a fairy tale ending to a story full of tragedy.

Debney was a teenager living amongst a dysfunctional family. Though her father truly loved her, he lacked the courage to stand up for her until it was too late. Her mother, a typical "gold digger" put that child through things no 17 year old should experience. With all that Debney had to endure while attending school, her pregnancy, and after finding out the truth about her parentage, I'm really surprised she did not have a nervous breakdown. There was a cloud with a silver lining for her at the end and I was glad that she had true friends (one who may have shunned her in the beginning and one who was in love with her) stood by her through the whole ordeal. I enjoyed the ending very much, like I said in the beginning, she had her fairytale dream come true.

I Walk the Dream. #BeadsOnAString #thingslegendsaremadeof #CDCdiversity #IHaveADreamfor2016

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Mon, 18 Jan 2016 15:26:00 +0000

I for one am and always have been in line with Martin Luther King's Dream as you can tell

from my statement of belief. I continually chase the dream.

“I feel that we as Americans are all equal and held together by a common thread. Like a treasured beaded necklace of different colors held together on a string, we are held together by our necessities and our circumstances and our humanity. Every color helps to make the necklace beautiful. We can never be a totally separate entity! Americans of all colors are so integrated that if we hurt one, we hurt all. Just like that necklace of treasured beads, leave one out and the gap is seen. Break the chain and many of us are lost.”

King's dream and the fact I was a home-schooling parent wanting a history book applauding contributions of all races are the reasons I put together Beads on a String America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History. It is amazing to me how long it took some people to agree to recognize a holiday for such a person Controversy over having MLK Day.

If each of our histories were celebrated everyday and our children were taught to value all histories, contributions, and differences we wouldn't have to wonder what Dr. King would think about us today. His dream....my dream would be fulfilled. We live in different times and we now play on a different game field from or ancestors and we need different tactics to fight the causes of today. Beads on a String chooses not to be about a certain color, but about a certain Nation. Learn more about the book.

America as a nation has many problems and yet what other country in the world can attest to the fact that people or dying to be here? There is a dream in their heart to be a part of this great nation and to live in the land of good and plenty as a member of one body. So why do we keep the line of separation as a constant reminder? The hyphenation, which line that separates all races and the word American.

The elimination of the hyphenation that is placed to distinguish White Americans from African (Black), Chinese, Arab, Indian, Japanese and every other race would be an immense triumph for Americans. That hyphenation continues to put a space between the races that are naturally born and the races that have chosen to become Americans. And we are that, Americans that have contributed enormously to the growth of the great United States.

Why is all of the hyphenation and hatin' going on in America? Why is such a distinction made before we are labeled Americans? African (sorry I don't come from Africa.) Arab, Asian, Black, Chinese, Hispanic, Native. I don't see anything about White-American or European-American. Who made this 'hyphenation' up and why are we accepting a line that separates us? I feel that we as Americans are all equal and held together by a common thread. Like a treasured beaded necklace of different colors held together on a string, we are held together by our necessities and our circumstances and our humanity. Every color helps to make the necklace beautiful. We can never be a totally separate entity! Americans of all colors are so integrated that if we hurt one, we hurt all. Just like that necklace of treasured beads, leave one out and the gap is seen. Break the chain and many of us are lost.

I believe that there are no pure races in America. Once Africans loved and integrated with Native Americans and the White man brought the first boat of Black slaves to America and raped their women, the 'pure' races were put to an end because nine months later, some woman had the first mixed baby. This integration happened again and again within all races. We are such a mixed breed in America that it has become hard to distinguish one race from another just by looking in a face. Some Blacks were so light skinned that they married into the White race and no one knew and may never know. Light to White skinned babies were being born and no one knew if they were Black or White and it did not and does not matter because they were born into the human race. Once free, they became American citizens. As does anyone born into this country, or anyone that chooses to come into this country and become an American. How many pure races are living here? From what we see, love among the races is flowing freely. Don't forget what happened to our fore-parents. Let us not repeat it. Let go of what happened in the past. I am not saying that there is not prejudice in the world. What we are saying is that when we are fighting for a 'cause' we must remember we are fighting the system and not a person. We have to be diligent in collecting facts, have an unbreakable, unbeatable plan, and remember that all of our foes may not be of one color.

Pay attention to the present. What we consider 'small things' is happening daily in the schools; on the jobs; in the government. Pay attention so that we don't step back in time. Stop trying to benefit from the past. Everyone that was involved in the mayhem and destruction of the families and the souls of the slaves are dead. We cannot charge nor punish them with anything and if we attack we may hurt our own. We take a chance of destroying an uncle, aunt, cousin, brother because roots run deep. We cannot change the past hurts, but we can change the present laws. The heart of man has to be dealt with by God. We should not dwell on the past. It stirs up hatred in young hearts that should only know peace. We know what happened to our fore-parents. Let us not repeat it.

It is time for America to let go of the past and heal itself. The grieving period should have been over and the healing started. But every year, old wounds are torn open by the words Black History Month. Why don't we teach the children about America's History with everyone included? To me it seems as if only a few Black people are pulled out of the closet, dusted off the shelves and paraded in front of America as if to say, 'this one wasn't worthless', this one wasn't stupid'. Why is it that the 'black' is in capital letters? Is it to point out that a person of color has a brain or is it to pronounce to the world that we have pride? If there is so much pride in America for Native, African, Chinese, Japanese, Indian, Iranian-Americans and other 'hyphened Americans, drop the hyphen and pull together and teach our children that every bead has a purpose and should be celebrated.
Let's wake and live the dream.

You Are A Bead on a String. Know America's ONLY Multiracial #History Book #BeadsOnAString

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Tue, 12 Jan 2016 13:53:00 +0000

In case you haven't heard, This is Beads on a String, America's only multiracial history book to celebrates the contributions of ALL races/ethnicity to America's growth.

"In all sincerity I have to say it is a work of subtle genius.This is the story of the heroes of our collective past. What is incredibly moving is that so many of these heroes have gone unsung for so long. "- Johnathan Ellis

BEADS ON A STRING-AMERICA'S RACIALLY INTERTWINED BIOGRAPHICAL HISTORY

History is written in more than black and white.

Releasing her first creative non-fiction American History book Ey Wade takes you through time and life stories to show you the multitude or races who helped make America the great country it is. Where in history can you find people from every ethnicity combined and having the story told of how they contributed to America? Beads on a String, America’s Racially Intertwined Biographical History lauds loudly the accomplishments of all people who helped make America the great country it has become. Beads on a String is America’s first multiracial history book. Sometimes we forget history is for the formation of the future.

Why did I write Beads on a String- America’s Racially Intertwined Biographical History?

It started off as a home-schooling Black history month project with my youngest daughter. One day my daughter and I were on the subject of Black History Month. We were irritated and frustrated (as a lot of people are) about the fact history of such a great race is illuminated once a month and on the shortest month and then she asked "When is White history month?"
"Everyday," I answered. Then (as children do) she started asking for the month of each race and the book where they were all included...there were none. We decided to make one. We should all be celebrated and recognized on the daily.

Beads on a String-America’s Racially Intertwined Biographical History book is the first and only book to bring America's racial history together within one binding. My desire is to encourage unification in our understanding of contributions and worthiness of all races. I think it is way past time Americans realize history was written in more than Black and White and help our children learn this daily. Words can either hurt or heal and either way their effect can last an eternity.

My belief is:

I feel that we as Americans are all equal and held together by a common thread. Like a treasured beaded necklace of different colors held together on a string, we are held together by our necessities and our circumstances and our humanity. Every color helps to make the necklace beautiful. We can never be a totally separate entity! Americans of all colors are so integrated that if we hurt one, we hurt all. Just like that necklace of treasured beads, leave one out and the gap is seen. Break the chain and many of us are lost.~Ey Wade

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When it came to fighting for equality in life, no matter the ethnicity, when one couldn't do it alone, like minded joined together.

ORGANIZATIONS

There are, it may be, so many kinds of voices in the world, and none of them are without signification. 1 Corinthians 14:10

CHINESE AMERICAN CITIZENS ALLIANCE (CACA) is a Chinese American political organization founded in 1895 in San Francisco, California to secure equal rights for Americans of Chinese ancestry. It was originally named the Native Sons of the Golden State and changed to its present name in 1904. The Chinese Times, founded in 1924, became the official newspaper of the Alliance. The Chinese American Citizens Alliance La Lodge Youth Council (YC) was formed in August 2001 and is a subsidiary of the Chinese American Citizens Alliance. It was created in response to the growing number of students seeking college entry counseling. Membership currently consists of high school students, college students, and recent college graduates residing in the West and East San Gabriel Valley.

THE STUDENT NONVIOLENT COORDINATING COMMITTEE (SNCC, pronounced "snick") was one of the principal organizations of the American Civil Rights Movement in the 1960s. It was founded to help organize the student sit-ins, to fight segregation in restaurants and other public areas. It emerged in April of 1960 from student meetings led by Ella Baker held at Shaw University in Raleigh, North Carolina. Ella Baker had been the Southern Christian Leadership Conference director before helping form SNCC, but this did not mean SNCC was a branch of SCLC. Instead of being closely tied to SCLC or other groups such as the NAACP as a youth division, SNCC sought to stand on its own. Two hundred black students were present at the first meeting, including Stokely Carmichael from Howard University. He would later head SNCC's militant branch after the group split in two in the late 1960s. SNCC members were referred to as "shock troops of the revolution." The SNCC eventually aimed to make changes in individual local communities rather than on a national scale, in the case of the SCLC. It was also the most militant of all of the black civil rights organizations which led to tensions with the peaceful SCLC despite its name including "Non-Violent". The SNCC was also committed, as were the other black organizations to convincing blacks to register to vote, as each organization realized that if the blacks didn't vote the government would not be representative of them. The SNCC ran a major campaign during the early 1960s in an attempt to get blacks to register to work. SNCC played a leading role in the Freedom Rides, the 1963 March on Washington, Mississippi Freedom Summer and the Mississippi Freedom Democratic Party over the next few years. In the later part of the 1960s, led by fiery leaders such as Stokely Carmichael, SNCC focused on Black Power, and then fighting against the Vietnam War. In 1969, SNCC officially changed its name to the Student National Coordinating Committee to reflect the broadening of its strategies. It passed out of existence in the 1970s.

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Joseph McNeil passed away 1/9/2014
GREENSBORO FOUR -- civil rights activists. On Feb. 1, 1960 four black freshmen at North Carolina A&T State University, Franklin McCain, Joseph McNeil, Ezell Blair, Jr., and David Richmond, took seats at the segregated lunch counter of F. W. Woolworth's in Greensboro, N.C. They were refused service and sat peacefully until the store closed. They returned the next day, along with about 25 other students, and their requests were again denied. The Greensboro Four inspired similar sit-ins across the state and by the end of February; such protests were taking place across the South. Finally in July, Woolworth's integrated all of its stores. The four have become icons of the civil rights movement.

BLACK PANTHERS , U.S. African-American militant party, founded (1966) in Oakland, Calif., by Huey P. Newton and Bobby Seale. Originally adopting violent revolution as the only means of achieving black liberation during the late 1970s the party gradually lost most of its influence, ceasing to be an important force within the black community. The New Black Panther Party for Self-Defense, founded in Dallas, Tex., in 1989, is not related to the old group.

The Black Panther Party (originally called the Black Panther Party for Self-Defense) was an African American organization founded to promote civil rights and self-defense. It was active within the United States in the late 1960s into the 1970s. The group was founded on the principles of its Ten-Point Program, a document that called for "Land, Bread, Housing, Education, Clothing, Justice And Peace," as well as exemption from military service that would utilize African Americans to "fight and kill for other people of color in the world who, like Black people, are being victimized by the White racist government of America." While firmly grounded in Black Nationalism and begun as an organization that accepted African American membership exclusively, the party reconsidered itself as it grew to national prominence and became an iconic representative of the counterculture revolutions of the 1960s.

The group's political goals are often overshadowed by its confrontational and even militaristic tactics, and their suspicious regard of law enforcement agents, whom the Black Panthers perceived as a linchpin of oppression that could only be overcome by a willingness to take up armed self-defense. The Black Panther Party collapsed in the early 1970s, but party membership had actually started to decline during Huey Newton's 1968 manslaughter trial.

AMERICAN INDIAN MOVEMENT (AIM) spearheaded in 1969 was co-founded by Anishinaabe Dennis Banks established to protect the traditional ways of Indian people and to engage in legal cases protecting treaty rights of Natives. The American Indian Movement (AIM) is a Native American activist organization in the United States. AIM burst on the international scene with its seizure of the Bureau of Indian Affairs headquarters in Washington, D.C., in 1972 and the 1973 standoff at Wounded Knee, South Dakota, on the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation. AIM was cofounded in Minneapolis, MN on July 28, 1968 by Dennis Banks, Herb Powless, Clyde Bellecourt, Eddie Benton Banai, and many others in the Indian community, almost 200 in total. Russell Means was another early leader. The original mission included protecting indigenous people from police abuse, using CB radios and police scanners to get to the scenes of alleged crimes involving indigenous people before or as police arrived, for the purpose of documenting or preventing police brutality. In the decades since AIM's founding, the group has led protests advocating Indigenous American interests, inspired cultural renewal, monitored police activities and coordinated employment programs in cities and in rural reservation communities across the United States.

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Detroit Reporter: Francis X. Donnelly-Detroit Reporter interviewed by LaSuria Kandi Allman

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Francis X. Donnelly

Detroit News reporter

I planned a trip to Detroit after returning from Birmingham and before going to Houston- where my mother was being honored by The Honey Brown Hope Foundation. I called Frank, explained to him about our journey and how I would be in Detroit July 27, 2015. My purpose was to interview him for my mother's second book "Pride Restored" Civil Rights Activist Mamie King-Chalmers Memoirs. He stated that he would be honored to be in the book, and he would be really honored to have me interview him.

Mr. Donnelly stated that throughout his career as a Journalist he has never been Interviewed. I found that to be wonderful. His first interview and it would be done by me, Excellent I thought. Frank stated that once I was finish interviewing him he would interview me for the article he was writing about my mother and I. We set the date for Friday July 31, 2015 at Detroit News Office @1pm

Friday July 31, 2015:

Kandi: What was your childhood like and where did you grow up?

Frank: Woodbridge New Jersey a suburb of New York , 20 miles from the city.

Kandi: What inspired you to become a Journalist?

Frank: I have always loved sports. In high school, I made the decision to become a Journalist. When I went to college I became interested in politics

Kandi: What are some of the major stories you have written about?

Frank: Your Mother Mamie was my biggest story, actually the most important one also. She played a important role in the Children Crusade for the Civil Rights Movement in Birmingham Alabama 1963. She was ignored and lied about which was sad. Your mother was definitely one of my biggest stories. I Thank you for that Kandi.

Kandi: Your Welcome Thank you for writing the story. Which one of the many stories you have written was the most touching? and why?

Frank: Your Mother, because of what happened to her and for history purposes she played a major part in the Children Crusade.

Kandi: When you first received my letter what we're your thoughts?

Frank: Your letter touched me, for some reason your letter ranged true for so many reasons. It seem truthful, you indicated so many things, that were true and known to be true. I have been a reporter for over 30 years, so you can tell when a person is telling the truth. With that being said, If what was stated in your letter is true. This is a very important story, for History and for the Civil Rights Movement. Once I started checking it out, calling people in Birmingham. All the facts started lining up as you stated in your letter. It was Mamie King who was in the front lines of the Children Crusade with evidence and pictures (lots of pictures) to back it up.

Kandi: Before you contacted me, I know you had started doing your investigation. (I knew that because I am a reporter a talk show host, so we must have our facts together) Were there any doubts in your mind about my mother's story?

Frank: I felt this were true and you had significant facts in your letter. For some reason your letter ranged true immediately after I started reading it. It caught my attention immediately.

Kandi: What made you decide you would take my mothers Crusade on and write her story?

Frank: It started with your letter, without you writing me I would not have known. History needed to be corrected. Your mother lives in Detroit, this story was about a Detroiter. The Detroit News and I felt the connection and this was a chance to correct history. To right a wrong that was done to your mother.

Kandi: After initially speaking with me what we're your thoughts about our conversation?

Frank: Because in your letter you had laid out the facts. I was struck by your dedication to help your mother. Also your emotion I heard in your voice, you spoke very intelligently. Your intuitive thoughts, about your mother life and story captivated me. I said to myself here is a daughter that is sincerely dedicated to helping her mother, and getting her story out.

Kandi: Yes I am, Thank you

Kandi: When you met and interviewed my mother what we're your thoughts?

Frank: She is Civil Rights Activist Mamie King-Chalmers so I came with ALL THE BELLS AND WHISTLES. I brought cameramen, we did the interview and a video. I also returned for a second day, so we at The Detroit News made it a 2 day event. When I first met her she had such charm and grace about herself with a humble spirit. For a person who was of such Great Importance in the Children Crusade for the Civil Rights Movement. Who has had their entire Life, Images, Identity, Accomplishments, Experiences and most All Their Pride STOLEN, REMOVED, and IGNORED for nearly 30 years. She was not Bitter she was quite elated to see me and my team. Her Courage, Bravery and Humbleness surprised me. She was so nice and a very gentle and intelligent person who knew everything about the Civil Rights Movement and the people who were involved. She spoke very gracefully.

Kandi: After hearing the entire story about how my mother's identity was stolen and hidden for years what we're your thoughts?

Frank: It was disgusting that the impostor says she made a mistake after 25 plus years of claiming Mamie's Life. To go around all those years claiming and deceiving the world and history off of Mamie's true life experiences and accomplishments were very disturbing.

Kandi: Were there any road blocks during your investigation? If so, what were they?'

Kandi: The impostor caused road blocks, she really wouldn't talk to me, besides the phone call. I really wish I could have interviewed the Photographer Charles Moore who took all of your mother's photos during the Demonstrations. It seems as if he followed her with the camera. So many photos were taken of her.

Kandi: Were you or the Detroit News ever successful in contacting Oprah Winfrey and her Producers?

Frank: No, Never, We have reached out to the show and Oprah countless of times. We have never received a response back. We also sent out for old show tapes and transcripts and never received them.

Kandi: Are you a Democrat or Republican? Who is your candidate for President? and Why?

Frank: I am a Independent as a reporter we have to be careful, on our voting we don't want to show favoritism. My pick would be Hillary Clinton she will break the wall and become the first woman President.

Kandi: What is your favorite food

Frank : Italian, Lasagna

Kandi: Have you accomplished your goals in life?

Frank: One of My goals is to write a book, maybe you Kandi, can help me with that, being that you have started your own publishing company Kandi Kane Ent. How would people contact you with their manuscripts?

Kandi: I would be honored to help you, for you helped My mother, for that we are totally grateful. People can contact me or send manuscripts to lasuria83@gmail.com and also call me 909-264-0878 & 947-282-0053.

Kandi: Are you married with children?

Frank: I am Divorced, I have a daughter Olivia who lives in Florida

Kandi: Is there anything that you have learned being a reporter about the world we live in today?

Frank: Well I believe that President Obama has done a great job. He has left the next coming President sitting good.

Kandi: What are your views on police brutality?

Frank: It's funny that you ask me that. Our boss wants us to tweet about, The College Police officer in Ohio. People nowadays do not have faith in police officers because of some of the problems that they are dealing with The murders of unarmed black men. I believe faith can be restored in each and every neighborhood if everyone works together.

Kandi: Yes, that is one of my mottoes "Together We Can Make A Difference." I would like to take this time to Thank you and The Detroit News for investigating and writing my mother story and Introducing her to the world for that we are truly grateful. You gave my mother and our family Our Legacy Back, I

Thank you, and we thank you Sir.

Frank: You’re welcome and thank you too. Kandi you are a wonderful daughter, you are a great investigator, reporter, writer and talk show host. Welcome to the world of Journalism. You will be very great as a Journalist. Also you may use myself and The Detroit News on your resumes. Much success young lady,

Kandi: Awwwwwwwww Thank you for this opportunity.

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Changing History,Changes Lives-A Conversation with Mamie King-Chalmers #thingslegendsaremadeof

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Tue, 04 Aug 2015 23:24:00 +0000

“Sorting out who played more important roles, or who got their photo taken, isn't as important,” said Hezekiah Jackson IV, president of the Birmingham chapter of the NAACP said. "I don’t think it matters in the full scheme of things," he said. "Some people take it personally."-via Greg Garrison,Birmingham News Senior reporter. May 3, 2013

I think it matters greatly, and if it did not, why does The NAACP collects the names of 1963 activists as part of its Foot Soldiers Finder Project? I believe it matters in the case of Mamie King Chalmers, a great fighter for justice, equality and freedom of the American Black race, the truth matters to her, her legacy, and to the pages of history.

We must remember our beads by the deeds they have accomplished. The inability of Mamie King Chalmers to claim her image from day one, as depicted in Life Magazine, to freely stand and declare her place in history was misaligned and eventually corrected, but the hurt remains. Our words matter enormously. The way we choose to use our words to negate, apologize or honor matters to that particular person, their legacy, and I dare to say- to the audience bearing witness to your apology.
Mamie has continued her calling by helping others throughout her life and will continue to do so.
I want to express my thanks for all she endured as a youth fighting to attain the civil rights for African Americans which we tend to take for granted. May her fight for justice and equality flow through the blood of her lineage and the fight continue until it is no longer needed.

In the life of the Black American, there are many who have been forgotten, ignored, and their contributions to our history, distorted and misrepresented. I am honored to include Mamie King-Chalmers within the pages of Beads on a String-America’s Racially Intertwined Biographical History and ecstatic to be able to include my thoughts into the novel, Pride Restored which depicts her life as an American activist. Join me in getting to know more about an American icon and history maker.

Mamie Ruth King was born June 19, 1941 in Birmingham, Alabama to a modest, working class family which consisted of five sisters and five brothers. Her father was Berry King Sr., a coal miner for Tennessee Coal and Iron Hampton Slopes Mines in the subdivision of Pratt City, died in 1965 of Black Lung Disease after years of working in inhumane.mine conditions. Her mother, Mattie Marlowe-King, worked untiringly at Marshall Durbin Chicken Factory in order to provide necessities for the family. Mamie’s Great Grandfather Abe King was a slave at John King plantation in Morango County, working but never fulfilling a debt because the money was taken from him. The conditions of his life and the mistreatment of others living under the threat of Jim Crow Laws, she was inspired to work for a change.

Mrs. Chalmers, I know there were so many things going on during the Civil Rights era that needed to change, what made you become an activist? Was there a specific incident or many? How old were you when you first became involved?

There were plenty of reasons and incidents that caused me to get involved in the Children Crusade for The Civil Rights Movement. There was lynching, Racism, Segregation, Jim Crow Laws that govern us, Ordinances, Rapes, Police Brutality, Bombings, Unfair treatment of people of color, Poor housing, Unemployment, School system a complete failure, Harassment, the list goes on. Taxation without full representation these were the reasons I fought and march for people of colored. I became an Activist for the Liberation of our people who had suffered so much. I was very young when I learned firsthand about racism from my great grandfather Abe King. He was a slave/share cropper on the King plantation in Morango County, Alabama. After seeing the fearful life he led, and him afraid to leave the land. These were the things that inspired me to become an activist in The Civil Rights Movement. I got seriously involved at the age of 21 and became an organizer. I participated everyday leading the way, I remain in the forefront throughout the demonstration.

You were involved with many marches and demonstrations, the incident concerning the water hose, the iconic picture, and your identity being stolen, shows the epitome of the continued struggle for equality and recognition. I think everyone, especially where a name can be associated with an incident should be given their applause. What were your thoughts when you found out someone else was getting the glory for your contribution to history?

I couldn't believe it, for all the people in Birmingham who actually participated knew it was I Mamie King in all of the photos. Which I was always in the forefront which was captured on film and pictures and use for history purposes. There were so many pictures of me that Charles Moore had taken. Why didn't the imposter claim any of them? Surely you could see it was the same person; Me.
I was targeted by Public Safety Commissioner Eugene "Bull" Connors whenever he saw me he sent the dogs after me. The day of my hosing, Bull spotted me and sent the dogs after me. I ran for dear life seeking shelter, to a building across from Kelly Ingram Park. Bull order the Fire department to hose me, he gave them a direct order. "Turn the hoses on those niggas so they don't have to take a bath." The force of water was like bricks being hurled at my body, I am deaf in my right ear because of it.
Those were my experiences, I spent five days in jail, braved horrible conditions. My entire family participated, My father Berry King Sr. provide lunches and transportation to and from the Demonstrations. My brothers Berry Jr and Clarence King marched along side of me and were arrested too. There are photos of my sisters Mellissa and Ora marching with me. My brother Berry, was captured in photos with me also. I was an organizer so I went door to door in my neighborhood and outside communities gathering people to march.

So, to have someone steal My Life, My Identity, Accomplishments, Experiences and most of all my Pride and claim it as their own was unbelievable. Especially being that I'm still alive to verify that she, Carolyn Maull Mckinstry, was an imposter. The late Tommy Wrenn Chairman of the Civil Rights Committee knew it was me for we had marched together. I was told by Shirley Gavin-Floyd that he had looked for me for years before he expired. The imposter picked the wrong photo to claim for I have been diligently fighting for Civil Rights for 50+ years.
I am happy that my daughter LaSuria Kandi Allman was able to capture the attention of The Detroit News and Francis X Donnelly who wrote about my story. It was the 50th anniversary of actual day of my hosing when the articles about my Crusade For Justice were released. Divine Intervention

What kind of things are you continuing to do to support African Americans and other people of color?
I have been active in Civil Rights, Voter registration, feeding and clothing the homeless, Committee for Shoes for Liberia, I sits and comfort the terminally ill patients at hospices. I set programs up for children, Call to Care Ministry the list goes on. There is nothing I haven't done, I have contributed my time, effort, money etc. into helping others.

If there was something you could have done differently through the struggle, what would it be? Would it have made a difference in a specific outcome?

There is nothing I would change about our experiences of being on the front lines for equality and The Civil Rights Movement. For it was rewarding within itself a Life Lesson Learned. I would do it all over again If I had to.

Thank you, Mrs.Chalmers for taking time out of your schedule to take part in this interview, I have enjoyed getting to know you better. And thank you so much for being a very important Bead in our history.

In honor of her mothers crusade for justice, LaSuria Allman has written two books "Her Stolen Pride" which is available at the Book Patch

Take time to go over and visit LaSuria through her interview we had from earlier.

Mamie has continued her calling by helping others throughout her life and will continue to do so. Mamie has 9 children, 22 Grandchildren, 3 Great Grandchildren.

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Ey Wade is an author within several genres, the one she calls her legacy Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined History
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Restoring Her Mother's Place in HIstory~ Interview with LaSauria Kandi Allman

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Tue, 04 Aug 2015 23:22:00 +0000

Lasuria Kandi Allman has worked tirelessly in the effort to get her mother recognized within the pages of history. It is one thing to be looked over for your contributions and a fine horrible thing to have someone else reap the benefits of all you have accomplished. She will not let her mother's contribution, unjustifiable arrests, and the lasing effect of down right torture to slip through their fingers,to be grasped and rewarded to another.

Lasuria Allman & Her mother- Mamie King-Chalmers

Daughter of Civil Rights Activist, Mamie King-Chalmers, Author, Writer, Poet, Co-host of ‘News, Views & Alerts w/ Yaa Kindred Spirit – Featuring: LaSuria, Civil Rights Activist, Black History Researcher, Community Service Coordinator for ‘Feeding My Neighbor’ Project, 14 yr. Member of Detroit Parents Network. Volunteers at Doolittle Center in Las Vegas helps feed the homeless & a member of ‘The Shrines of the Black Madonna Pan-African Church’ in affiliation United Christ Church - 40+ yrs Married, Mother of Jamal & Alante – Future Goals: to become a successful screen & script writer.

What made you write the novel Her Stolen Pride?

My mother, Mamie King-Chalmers, life was stolen. Her images, experiences, accomplishments, most of all her pride was stolen. I wanted the world to know her and what she has done for humanity.
My Mother had been ignored by the world and the people who helped perpetrate a lie for nearly 30 years. It's a true story, key players are Movie Stars, Newscasters, city officials and ministers who covered up a lie for years, for their benefit. My Mother suffered many of those years trying to set the record straight. Her Stolen Pride is about my mother's Crusade For Justice.

How has the book been received in the historical realm of life?
At this current time I am working towards having both of my mother's books placed in Libraries and Schools across the world. Also, I have been trying to contact President Obama in order to officially honor my mother for her great work, contributions participation, and as an organizer- standing her ground to the Children Crusade for The Civil Rights Movement. Despite being targeted by Public Safety Commissioner Eugene "Bull" Connors, serving 5 days in jail under horrible inhumane conditions, upon Mother's release and a meal at the Gaston Hotel, she immediately returned to the forefront.
Throughout her bravery and courage she feared not for herself and her own safety and life. Her thoughts were for children coming after her, for their lives and their children's lives. So that day May 3, when Bull Connors spotted her again he ordered the fire department to turn the hoses on those "Niggas so they don't have to take a bath." Black Star photographer Charles Moore captured my mother in over hundred pictures which are now featured in Movies, books, history, documentaries, magazines etc.

So, in 1997 your mom found out her identity as the icon in the photograph was being claimed by someone else. Have you met, Alabamian Reverend Carolyn Maull Mckinstry, the person inadvertently assigned your mother’s place in history? Has there been an apology?

No, we never met the imposter. We have attempted to contact her for the last 25 years. We received one response from her claiming she was in the photo, with news clippings etc. Which letters were sent to her demanding that ease her lies and claims. R&B recording artist Anita Baker's lawyer sent letters to her at the request of my mother and her longtime friend Brenda Phillip-Hong who worked for the artist. She never apologize to my mother for stealing her life, she only apologized to the deceased photographer Charles Moore. Yet her Ministry speaks of forgiveness and reconciliation. That is another scam for she has yet to apologize to my mother and clear her own slate, She has shamed herself, her family, and Birmingham Alabama, Black History and The Civil Rights Movement for her
Your second book concerning your mother is Pride Restored. Tell us about this book
Pride Restored will take you on my mother's journey of receiving her name and her life back. The road of being honored and recognized for the good work she has done and continues to do.

What made you write it?
The world needs to know my mother Mamie King-Chalmers. For so long people knew and accepted the Imposter. I want the world to know the truth, and what happened to my mother.

Are there any other books in your future?
Yes, I have started my own publishing company called "Kandi Kane Ent.".
I have 4 books published the titles are; Her Stolen Pride, What People Do For Money, Buried Dreams, and My Street Life, available at TheBookPatch.com. My Coming Soon books are; Pride Restored, The Players, Roll The Dice, Burna Block, and Strawberry's Letter. Also Kandi Kane Ent is publishing for other authors; Get Up Time To Ride by James Gibson, Cooking With Sam by Sarmarra Burks, The Magic Hair Crew by Rebecca, Zion, Carcello Jr. Burks all due out this year.

All my books can be purchased through TheBookPatch.com
Currently I'm in preparation of having a direct site to purchase books, Tshirts, Candles, Soaps, Posters, Key chains, Mugs etc. under both Stolen Pride and Kandi Kane Ent.
For booking Mamie King-Chalmers and LaSuria Kandi Allman please contact me at lasuria83@gmail
909-264-0878 also for any additional information or publishing.
Thank You For Your Support

Thank you for taking the time to talk with me.

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YOU are a Bead on this String. Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical #History #thingslegendsaremadeof

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Fri, 31 Jul 2015 16:47:00 +0000

In case you haven't heard, This is Beads on a String, America's only multiracial history book to celebrates the contributions of ALL races/ethnicity to America's growth.

"In all sincerity I have to say it is a work of subtle genius.This is the story of the heroes of our collective past. What is incredibly moving is that so many of these heroes have gone unsung for so long. "- Johnathan Ellis

BEADS ON A STRING- AMERICA’S RACIALLY INTERTWINED BIOGRAPHICAL HISTORY

History is written in more than black and white.

Releasing her first creative non-fiction American History book Ey Wade takes you through time and life stories to show you the multitude of races/ethnicity who helped make America the great country it is.

Where in history can you find people from every ethnicity combined and having the story told of how they contributed to America? Beads on a String, America’s Racially Intertwined Biographical History lauds loudly the accomplishments of all people who helped make America the great country it has become. Beads on a String is America’s first multiracial history book. Sometimes we forget history is for the formation of the future.

Why did I write Beads on a String- America’s Racially Intertwined Biographical History?

It started off as a home-schooling Black history month project with my youngest daughter. One day my daughter and I were on the subject of Black History Month. We were irritated and frustrated (as a lot of people are) about the fact history of such a great race is illuminated once a month and on the shortest month and then she asked "When is White history month?"
"Everyday," I answered. Then (as children do) she started asking for the month of each race and the book where they were all included...there were none. We decided to make one. We should all be celebrated and recognized on the daily.

Beads on a String-America’s Racially Intertwined Biographical History, is the first and only book to bring America's racial history together within one binding.

My desire is to encourage unification in our understanding of contributions and worthiness of all races. I think it is way past time Americans realize history was written in more than Black and White and help our children learn this daily. Words can hurt or heal and either way their effect can last an eternity.

My belief is:

I feel that we as Americans are all equal and held together by a common thread. Like a treasured beaded necklace of different colors held together on a string, we are held together by our necessities and our circumstances and our humanity. Every color helps to make the necklace beautiful. We can never be a totally separate entity! Americans of all colors are so integrated that if we hurt one, we hurt all. Just like that necklace of treasured beads, leave one out and the gap is seen. Break the chain and many of us are lost.~Ey Wade

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All For the Cause~ Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical #History #thingslegendsaremadeof

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Mon, 27 Jul 2015 17:47:00 +0000

All for the Cause

“There are, it may be, so many kinds of voices in the world, and none of them are without signification.” 1 Corinthians 14:10

Oh, but to be free. Free in speeches and movement. To have the right to peace of mind, education, employment, extended to every neighbor regardless of age, race or sex.

Throughout the history of America, there have been organizations and individuals who have fought for justice and equality in the lives of the citizens.

Through the steps of these individuals and organizations we are now able to stand freely. How sad it is that lives were lost for the flag and we now fight for the right to step on, spit on, tear up and burn that same flag, our symbol of freedom and unity.The right for racial and social equalization continues and will continue as long as man breathes.

We are a selfish entity believing we are better than another because of our race, religion or sexual orientation. Our unification should grow because of our differences and if we are honest with ourselves we would see our differences are only skin deep. In religion, anyone can choose which path to follow. In education, we can all go as far as we choose. In jobs or professionalism, whether or not to be a parent, or who to marry all are choices. So tension in the world boils down to the color of a person’s skin.

Of all the races I believe the dark skinned are the least tolerated, especially the American Blacks. How many times have we been the scapegoat as kidnapper, murder, or thief without truth? How many times have we been judged as sell-outs or ignorant because of skin color? I think its because we are not valued as a people. As individuals who have given to society, but always seen as takers.

Maybe if true history, not the whitewashed version of the contributions of each ethnicity was taught, we would all learn to value each other. Beads on a String is the only history book that includes all races within it's cover. Divided only by the year and role in contribution. Activism, Teaching, Arts, etc.

In the history book, Beads on a String-America’s Racially Intertwined Biographical History chapter three is titled Voices of Change and has a section dedicated to activism and the people who stepped out to confront the injustices directed at people of specific ethnicity. The author begins the chapter with a small bit of history pertaining to members of her family. These members (father and cousin) fought and succeeded in the desegregation of what is now Lamar University in Beaumont, Texas. How many of us cannot find a single member of their family who has participated in the formation of history? It doesn’t matter the color of your skin or your belief system we have all voiced and accomplished a change.

Being part of a cause means more than marching and shouting for personal wishes to be met. It is a chance to make a change in behavior and thought patterns in areas from equal rights in housing, education, socialization, and sexual orientation. We need to practices tolerance. Tolerance is such a huge word to ponder. In order to tolerate someone or something we have to step out of our comfort zone. The hardest thing in man’s mind is to be tolerant of another or to keep an open mind. We judge without thought because something or someone is different. As long as we (Black) people have been in America you would assume we were a part of America. Though we strive to be like our White counterparts, accepted unconditionally we are still fighting. We fight for what to be called Colored, Black, Negro, African-American. When it comes to filling forms I write in ‘why’. I’m not a label. I say, learn my name and call me by it or call me by the color of clothes I wear, or the location I’m standing until you find out my name.

I sometimes wonder if we fight a losing battle because the battle is not against ‘us’ per say, but against a sense of shame. Shame for an action is hard to wipe away. You can apologize but as long as the object of shame is seen, the shame is still there. We, if only seen as a ‘casing’ or a vessel cannot change, as a thinking individual we can cause enormous changes.

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Why Write? What's your reason for getting the story out? #writing #history #thingslegendsaremadeof

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Mon, 27 Jul 2015 15:28:00 +0000

Why Write?

I have heard, many times in my life, if you want to hide something from a Black person you should either write it down or put it in a book. That adage may have been true in the times when educating the slave was discouraged, but now I wonder if it can be said for most of the races of people in general.

We're in a flash mode of communication. We’re connecting to the person next to us with slap happy speed. We’re texting, while eliminating most of the vowels, twittering instead of having conversations, and short posts instead of letter writing.

Someone questioned me about my need to write and my desire to be an author and this was after they were finished spouting the fact they believe books are too long, almost made me rethink my purpose for writing. There are many reasons I write and in the end, it always comes back to one thing:

I write for my daughters, so they will have something tangible left in the world after I am gone to make them proud of me.

I write for my grandson, so that he can grow-up and be a man who is proud of his country, thriving and striving for higher achievement.

.I write for my dad who took the struggle for freedom by running, literally. Running from the Klan as he and others stood to fight the segregation of my hometown's college.

I write for those who continue to enjoy reading good books. I write for those who value the struggles many before us went through in order to learn to read. I write because every year, when February comes around I am reminded of the triumphs of my ancestors, I get a small burst of irritation when thinking how the children are not taught about these people and the other great people of all races/ethnicity on the daily and right along with their White counterpoints.

My goal when writing, whether the reader is Black, White or all colors of the rainbow, I write for the future.

What is your reason for writing?

Ey Wade considers herself to be a frustrated author of thought provoking, mind bending ebooks,

an occasional step-in parent, a fountain of knowledge, and ready to share.

She is the mother of three daughters and the Lovey of a four year old boy.

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A Reader's Opinon Should Count- Petition Against Amazon's Discriminatory Review Policies #history

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Sat, 04 Jul 2015 19:38:00 +0000

Sign Petition Here

Dear book readers: I don't know if you have seen or heard about Amazon's new review policy and if you haven't, let me tell you- it sucks.

Basically says, your opinion as a reader is ridiculous and doesn't count.

If you were gifted a book, are a fan, family member, friend, follow or have previously reviewed a book by an author or any ghost of a chance have a virtual connection-- you can not share your opinion on the book.

Yeah, AMAZON may delete it, that's if they ALLOW you to post it. Unfair discrimination and here you are a paying customer.

Worse if you're an author because obviously you can't be a paying reader/customer with an opinion. They've taken review rights away from some, PERMANENTLY.
If you have read any of my books, please leave a review on their blog page. **I Value Your Opinions. Thank you.

PLEASE SIGN PETITION FOR CHANGE
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In the world where both Indie and Traditional authors are using all tools available to try to get their latest books out to the reader, it's essential for the authors and their associates to use social media: IE: Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, etc.

With that being said, a reader is therefore going to have cookies and data when they see that interaction and very likely would have LIKED and/or followed the authors pages, profiles and other avenues being a fan of the author's work. They are fans after all--they want to know what an author does and their current news and title releases.

Your current process of removing reviews that a reader has created to show their honest & sincere opinion on a book is not fair and cripples the review process more than assists.

In the days of the negative trend where those who wish an author harm are using reviews to hurt sales or the author's confidence, this policy makes zero sense, as the individuals that are instructed or wish to harm are most likely NOT a fan and or follower and therefore would most likely NOT to have as many cookies, data tracks as a good, loyal fan would.

We the authors, fans, reviews, bloggers and other individuals in the industry ask that you please consider how the review process is done. By using a reader's other accessible history to determine if they are worthy of leaving a review by knowledge of an author, is not a fair one. A real fan of any person would, of course, have links to someone they respect and follow and therefore they should have the right to leave a review.

The review process has taken so much heat in the last few years, and while we appreciate Amazon trying to make it a respected tool for a buyer when deciding a purchase, this aspect of your system is not a fair or just part.

Therefore, we are asking that you consider all the above and review your internal policy on tracking a reviewers history. It is not fair nor is it just and we the readers, authors and all-around lovers of books ask that it be stopped.

Thank you.

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Meeting History Face to Face- An Interview With Mamie King-Chalmers

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Tue, 30 Jun 2015 03:35:00 +0000

I am thrilled beyond thought at meeting an icon from history. August 6-9th, Mamie King Chalmers will be in Houston attending events sponsored by the Honey Brown Hope Foundation.

Mamie King-Chalmers is the young lady pictures in this famous photography. An image and place in history that was stolen from her for many years.

Lucky me, will have the honor of meeting and interviewing Mrs. Chalmers and her daughter LaSuria Kandi Allman while they are here

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LaSuria is the author of biopics, Her Stolen Pride and Pride Restored both novels depicting the life of her mother as Civil Rights activist and a victim of stolen identity.

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As mentioned in another post, Mrs.Chalmers has been entered into the pages of Beads on a String-America's Racially Intertwined Biographical History.

Mamie Ruth King was born June 19, 1941 in Birmingham, Alabama to a modest, working class family which consisted of five sisters and five brothers. Her father was Berry King Sr., a coal miner for Tennessee Coal and Iron Hampton Slopes Mines in the subdivision of Pratt City, died in 1965 of Black Lung Disease after years of working in inhumane conditions. Her mother, Mattie Marlowe-King, worked untiringly at Marshall Durbin Chicken Factory in order to provide necessities for the family. Mamie’s Great Grandfather Abe King was a slave at John King plantation in Morango County, working but never fulfilling a debt because the money was taken from him. The conditions of his life and the mistreatment of others living under the threat of Jim Crow Laws, she was inspired to work for a change.

Mamie was always in the forefront leading the way. Her father Berry Sr. prepared lunches and transportation to and from the Protest sites for Demonstrators. While demonstrating, she suffered attacks of police brutality, police dogs.

Mamie was always targeted by The Public Safety Chief Eugene "Bull" Connors who was a self proclaimed racist. She was jailed on several occasions one time she spent five days in jail under horrible conditions. On Friday May 3, 1963, Bull Connors spotted Mamie and sent the dogs after her. She ran across the street to a doctors office seeking shelter from the vicious dogs, she was cornered. Bull Connors order the Fire Department "to turn the hoses on the niggers so they won't have to take a bath." So they began to hose Mamie, while she was pinned to the wall and alone. Several children made attempts to help her but they weren't successful. Two unidentified young men reached Mamie and used their bodies as shields to absorb some of the water pressure. Many children used their bodies as targets and distractions to help Mamie and the young men. The water pressure was so hard it was like bricks were being hurled at their heads and bodies. Due to the pressure of the water from the hoses, Mamie is now deaf in her right ear.

These events were captured by Black Star Photographer, Charles Moore who later sold the images to Time magazine. Their feature in Time gained national attention - which sparked the Civil Rights Movement and support for Civil Rights changes in 1964. During this era, Mr. Moore followed Mamie throughout the protests, capturing many images of her leading the way. Mamie continued her activism for freedom by attending the March on Washington with Dr. King and others. She bared witnessed to Dr King’s "I Have A Dream"speech.

For almost twenty years, Mamie lived in the shadows, ignored and unable to set the records straight. With the aid of her daughter LaSuria (Kandi) Allman,and her successful letter writing campaign, LaSuria wrote letters diligently to anyone she thought would listen to her. LaSuria contacted the Detroit News Frances X. Donnelly he published his article May 2, 2013. Birmingham News Senior reporter Greg Garrison published his article May 3, 2013 50 years to the date of the actual hosing.

In an article published August 23, 2013 by Greg Garrison“Civil rights activist Carolyn McKinstry drops claim she was in famous firehose photo in 1963,” Mckinstry also issued a statement on her website, Words Do Matter, defending her actions by stating she made a mistake in the error of self identification of her image in the Time Life Photo and that it didn't matter who was in the photo. In the book, While the World Watched,she said "But to those of us who marched, the pictures are symbolic of all of us," she wrote. "The images are reflections of courage.
December 10, 2013 Birmingham Alabama Mayor William Bell and City Council presented Mamie with the Key to the City, Her Proclamation and Resolution. In honor of her mothers crusade for justice, LaSuria Allman has written a book "Her Stolen Pride" which is available on Amazon.com and mydiamondpublishing.com/mamie-king-chalmers.html. Mamie has continued her calling by helping others throughout her life and will continue to do so.
Mamie has 9 children, 22 Grandchildren, 3 Great Grandchildren.
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The Mean Progressive: Dear Media: Grow Up! #thingslegendsaremadeof #BiasMediaReportingSucks

noreply@blogger.com (Ey Wade) — Tue, 23 Jun 2015 15:42:00 +0000

I've shared this on a couple of my blogs this morning because I believe the letter written by Angie Brill and it says it all.I put it below, but go to her page and leave a comment.

The Mean Progressive: Dear Media: Grow Up!

Sometimes we need to stand up for something. If we, as Americans are tired of racism, baiting, being fed poison and lies, we need to start cleaning some house. Get to the root of the issue and our dead roots are the voices whining through the media.

I guess I'm not the only one ready to get rid of the horrible way the happenings in America is reported. I should say, talked about, as if it's a game of "Telephone," always ending in ridicule, wrong, and demeaning. I'm sick to death of it and can't see why we as the citizens can't demand more.

There is no longer news reporting, just a continuous assault of ignorant loud mouth racial vomit, ranting and opinion. Much of it not reflecting any sane person's thought pattern.

I say we need a petition. Clean your act or get off the networks. We can be like Canada and ban FOX! The largest hate mongering, race baiting, ignorant leader of verbal Crap.Yesterday was the last straw. Good bye you whiny, fact devoid crybabies.

THIS IS ANGIE'S LETTER: Go to the link for video and podcasts.The Mean Progressive: Dear Media: Grow Up!

Dear Media: Grow Up!

America has been given yet another opportunity to begin sincere dialogue about the problems we have with racism in our society. We have them at least once a month now. The reason we know about the events is because you report them to us. Then, tragically, you turn every single event into something fantastical that can get you ratings.

Every. Single. Time.

I feel confident that the reason you ignore important discussions is because you know that most Americans don't want to hear it. They are quite content in their little bubbles where societal issues don't affect them. You fear they will turn the channel and watch some other network give them 24/7 nonsense. As a journalistic outfit, can you not just accept that and do your job? Can you not make it important to give America the information that they need?

Today Marc Maron's podcast, WTF, had an interview with President Obama. The interview was a revelation. We were offered thoughtful and candid reflections from our leader about the issues of race in America. These are issues that are traditionally ignored by those in leadership because they don't want to offend anyone in their base or be called out for saying something insensitive. We finally had a deep conversation with our President. You are all telling us that he used the N- word. Are you fucking kidding me? It literally gave me a vision of you sitting at your desk in third grade, raising your hand with your mouth making an 'ooo' and begging the teacher to call your name so you can say, "Ooohhhh, teacher, Johnny said the N- word."

GROW UP!

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The entire point of his having said it was to point out that just because those in society don't hear the words use as often doesn't mean the same supremacy that used to allow it doesn't still exist. He gave you something to tell us. If you truly were journalists the discussion would have started right there. You have plenty of news clips you could've shown of many politicians and pundits on the right using coded language to incite their base.

Here. Let me get you started. Take these videos and begin the dialogue in our discourse regarding why it is still acceptable for Americans to be full of hate and believe that racism is still a part of our political world.

Last week offered us plenty of opportunities to sincerely discuss race with the comments coming from the right. Their inability to empathize about how hurtful the Confederate flag would be to the descendents of slaves while supporting the people who see the flag as a proud symbol of their heritage (a heritage of their ancestors fighting for the right to maintain slavery) should be profound enough, but it was ignored and offered to us as just a matter of fact.

Here we have Lindsey Graham explaining why the Confederate Flag is an important symbol of the South and then he literally waves his hands as if to say 'over there' and says they have an "African American memorial." The memorial is, obviously, a throw away. And the pain the flag causes and its symbolism adopted by racist groups is, too.

Remember Charles Murray? The white trash piece of shit who wrote the Bell Curve? Right. The guy who wrote about how whites are genetically predisposed to superiority over blacks. Just this year in an interview Jeb Bush was questioned about solving the issues of income disparity and he went into a talk about welfare and, without encouragement, went into explaining how his ideas are shaped by Charles Murray. The rest of his answer was about welfare, and because of who he quoted, he was obviously talking about black people being the problem.

Rick Santorum telling a group of white people about how its not fair to give the black people welfare money that white people earn.

Instead of focusing on the President reminding us that racism exists, maybe give America an opportunity to reflect on why it is still deemed socially acceptable. Just last week Donald Trump, while kicking off a campaign to be our President offered us a nice look into the mentality:

Mike Huckabee is forever condemning the President for fighting against the Jews and Christians. This is his dog whistle reminder to their racist base who need to hear reminders about the rumors they started about President Obama being a Muslim and means to support Jihadists. He tells us that everything the President does is against the Jews and Christians (just like Jihadists).

Here he tells us he was proud to have a black President and now he realizes that Obama doesn't want America to succeed. They are always telling their base that the President is sincerely trying to ruin the country.

The Chinese (all of them, apparently) lack imagination and are thieves

Maybe you could just discuss this for a single moment (from earlier this year):

Oh. By the way. Here is a journalist who gets it. Maybe give him a call and ask how its done. Editorializing is, in fact, necessary sometimes. If you do not editorialize you offer the Republican faithful only the dog whistles they are being sent without offering any rationality or asking thoughtful Americans to consider why they are hearing things they find offensive.

It is unfathomable that you all get to call yourselves journalists and then behave as if you are either employed by a tabloid or the Fox cable channel with the word 'news' in its title.

As often as the politicians on the right offer us examples of how large swaths of human beings can be immediately dismissed or worse, you never find it important to report on that. You are literally complicit in the racism so pervasive in our society when you give a voice to the racist actors and do not either condemn them or ask your audience for reflection