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AfriGeneas Discuss! Forum Archive 2

Re: [My Opinion] Ode to our AA Media

: More on the War

: I have all the compassion and heartiness I can muster up for our
: non-sell out AA media pundits who have the good sense to realize
: their brand of reporting could result in their journalistic
: suicide.

: They know better then a lot of us what corporate muscles look like
: and I am not talking about a small bunch fools. Quite the
: contrary. I am talking about thinking people. People who care
: about the health of our AA communities. I respect them for
: having full realization of the old saying about the preverbal
: snowball in hell. I know about Cnythia McKinney, Barbara Lee,
: and many whites such as Senator Moran whose reputations are
: protected behind their white privileges, but have still spoken
: out. They are all people who would rather die and go to hell
: than corrupt their hearts by mis-leading the people who respect
: them and their opinions. “They are all honorable men (and
: women)” comes to mind.

: I just want them to know I feel their value to our AA community and
: want to convey my deep understanding and appreciation as to what
: they are going through. I tip my hat to all of them and wish
: them well.

: At this time, I want to relate a story from a perspective I know
: well, putting it into the positive because that’s the way I
: sincerely try to deal with issues.

: A Teacher’s Story

: A teacher is in his classroom and when the late bell rings and all
: the students are in their seats ready for learning. (His
: cardinal rule.) He begins teaching his lesson of the day,
: minimizing turning his back to the students to write on the
: black board-lessons learned from his practice teacher- and for
: the 47 minute class period, he has direct eye contact with the
: students.

: He teaches his lesson. He feels good about it. All of the students
: are engaged the entire class period and he uses his learned
: skills preventing the class from deteriorating for even the
: slightest of reasons. The bell rings for the students to move to
: the next class and he stands at the door as they leave to
: collect papers or whatever. He walks back to his desk to prepare
: for the next class there is a card that says “Happy Birthday”
: and it’s signed by all of the students in the class. How did it
: happen, he ask himself. Who put it there? He had full control of
: his class all of the time and how, how could the students have
: possibly passed a card around the classroom, signing it, putting
: little personal comments on it and he had no idea of what was
: going on. He knows that teachers even standing by the door have
: a third eye watching their desk where their roll book and lesson
: plan book are in full view.

: By this time, there is no time for him to go to the teacher’s
: lounge or the bathroom for composure. He just sit there as the
: next group of students filter in and the late bell rings once
: again. He finds himself being grateful for the few moments he
: had alone. Somehow, he knows he must manage.

: At the end of ‘class’, President Bush is going to get a card left
: on his desk and I am so sorry it won’t say “Happy Birthday.”
: When people want to give you a message, it is amazing how
: ingenious they can be!

: Fighting for the dignity of my Ancestors,
: BB.
: Just ‘spressing myself.

BB, Point well made. I love the story.
As far as the results of the war, I am sickened by it and what is happening. The second day of the bombings as I watched it on t.v. all I could do was cry and pray. BB, my heart hurts. Barbara

18 Dec 2002 :: 14 Nov 2008
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