This is the third installment of an ongoing series; and as always, he certainly goes in on this one...
Above of all of the many other Great Black Scholars, (Diop, Dr. Ben, Neely Fuller, Chancellor Williams, etc) Dr. John Henrik Clarke is far and away my favorite. Each of these TITANS of Scholarship & Intelligence, along with So Many Others not mentioned here, equally sacrificed the bulk of their lives to make sure that the True History of the World is properly told. But Dr. Clarke's charisma & fiercely unapologetic manner of unbiased criticism of ANY Person, Organization, Religious or Political Concept that holds us back from advancing is what makes him stand out from the others.
This is the third installment of an ongoing series; and as always, he certainly goes in on this one...
Darrell Wallace Jr. Becomes The First Black Driver, In A Half Century, To Win A National Level NASCAR Race.
It's been a long time since a Black Race Car Driver made any noise on the NASCAR Circuit-almost 50 Years to be specific. But on Saturday October 26th 2013, Darrell Wallace Jr & his truck brought an end to to that drought & made history after winning the Kroger 200.
Wallace is one of only four Black drivers to EVER elevate to driving full time in one of NASCAR's Top Three National Series; and the first to win since Wendell Scott took victory on December 1st 1963. Willy T. Ribbs and Bill Lester round out the list of trailblazing talents to reach NASCAR's top levels-and Wendell Scott would be the subject of Richard Pryor's 1977 movie "Greased Lighting."
The best part about Wallace is that he's only 20 years old; so hopefully this will be the first of MANY Victories... #SALUTE
That Time When THE UNDERTAKER Slammed MICK FOLEY Through The Top Of A Steel Cage...
For the Old School Wrestling Fan, Today's product is just plain difficult to watch. But alas, YouTube is ALWAYS there when I need a good dose of violence. This match, in particular, is undoubtedly one of the MOST VIOLENT matches of All Time.
It's 1998, and The Undertaker is set too face Mankind aka Mick Foley in a Hell In A Cell Match. Right from the start, the two immediately climb to the top of the cage. Shortly thereafter occurs the FIRST OF TWO of the Most Shocking Moments in Live Television History. The first was planned for, and seemingly went according to plan. The second "bump" was clearly NOT planned-and they STILL WRESTLED ON FOR ABOUT 10 MORE MINUTES!!! In the aftermath, Mick Foley lost a tooth & suffered a severe concussion. From interviews & documentaries I've seen about this, he doesn't even remember the match. Wow. Adding more nostalgia to the moment, this shockingly wasn't even the main event. Smh.
I'm sure you all know that October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month but did you know that it is also Domestic Violence Awareness Month as well? Not to downplay cancer by any means, but this issue needs some attention this month too! This post will ruffle lots of feathers but who cares. This is my story to tell.
Earlier today online someone posted and asked "Why is is so hard for woman to leave abusive men?" Growing up I witnessed abuse, took abuse to literally try and protect my mother as early as age 5. I swore this will never happen to me. When I became an adult I had friends that married young and/or had babies in high school or fresh out of high school. A handful of them dealt with emotional and physical abuse. I would get so frustrated, I couldn't understand how could they stay, it seemed like a no brainer to me, just leave. That would never be me. I would never tolerate a man even talking to me like they did, controlling me like they did, touching me like they did. But guess what eventually I did.
I used to call him "My King, My Love, My All", text, email, used to write it on his lunch I would make everyday. . I knew him for years before we dated but we weren't really friends. In the year before we dated we built up a friendship. He became who I would vent to when things were not so great with my sons father. He was understanding, kind, complimented me but not too much. I looked at him as a good friend. Then I was single. Then "You know I like you right?" He was charming, attractive, carried himself with respect. He took me and my son out of town, opened doors for me, showed me what I had been waiting for in a man. We were inseparable. We had alot of mutual friends and co-workers, barely any of them knew. Work was a great excuse to keep me hidden from his social life. But I feel in love with him, his boys and his boys with me. Eventually became so close with his whole family. I had the family I never had. The holidays, the sunday dinners, always together having each others back. His mom was Mom, I was introduced as daughter.
Just a few months in we started arguing. Nothing seemed to make him happy, I couldn't win. Ultimatums of you cant talk to this person, you cant do this, I don't want you on Facebook. Accusations. You name it. Year One was full of head games. And he won every single one. All I wanted to do was make my king happy. Then right at the year mark, I got slapped and hands around my neck, though he didn't choke me I got the point. I locked myself in the bathroom. I couldn't believe it. Yet I came out and begged him not to leave. He just wanted to leave and I begged so much til he slapped me again. And then he left anyways.
I would learn later that he was always going to come back. Hes never leaving you. Thats his MO, but I just didn't want to lose him. Fast forward through cheating, more cheating, and more head games, its christmas time. Were bickering at his moms, I decide to sleep in the family room on the couch rather then deal with him. He comes in the dark and grabs me by my hair and pulls me off the couch. Later he says i put myself off the couch, I see it as my ass was getting pulled Im going willingly.
At this point I was so depressed. No one was around. I have never had a tight nit family. I was always the one planning outings with friends and family, forcing the togetherness. I wasn't able to be that anymore, so rarely did anyone ask me why I was m.ia. I had no one, was in a court battle over child support and visitations, the only one who was there and did have my back when I needed it was My King. It wasn't all bad, why would any one stay with someone if it was so bad all the time. I loved taking care of him and my boys, I lived to serve him. He was best friend, my only friend. And like I said at the end of the day he would come through for me and vice versa. So I stuck through more cheating, more head games. When I would catch the cheating it would be flipped on me. I was always faithful and loyal. Around Valentines I had a pregnancy scare. He was m.i.a all week until I was in the clear. I went deeper in depression, I didn't work that entire week. He made up for it by leaving me Tiffany jewelry in my car at work, although I knew it was fake, it was so thoughtful to me. Then the next week I found out yet again more cheating. What was worse was that he had been pressuring me to lose the 15lbs I had gained in our relationship and he had actually even treated this other woman who happened to be overweight to my food and bought her the same gifts for Valentines Day. I was furious and hurt. I confronted him in the driveway when we met up. I started to dial her, he wrestled me, threw me against my truck and took my phone and threw it in the street. You think I would've left, and I did.
We would argue and he would always show up at random times. So I went where he wouldn't expect me. I decided forget this I'm taking a break from my life. I went to his moms and I took a leave from work. I ignored emails, phone calls. His mom would tell him she hadn't heard from me. He didn't bother to check there. I made it a few weeks until seeing him on his mom's birthday when we all went out and then to a party. In my mind I was his and only his and no other woman could compete. I made it clear what I wasn't going to put up with anymore. We bickered through it. I wasn't backing down, I wasn't going to be controlled anymore or lied and cheated on anymore. And he wasn't going to put his hands on me in any manner or talk to me disrespectfully anymore. We both suffered from depression, so some days it was great some days we would just argue to the point we would be in the same house for days and ignore each other. I don't think this helped at all.
About a month later things started getting better, he decided he was ready to commit. We made the leap to move in together. I rented my home out and moved into my dream home with him. We were suppose to be working towards marriage. Things were the best ever at first. There was a hiccup with this one woman leaving a bag of his items in the driveway. We fought about it but at the end of the day I really was happy that it was a sign that they were done. Then he lost his job.
I sucked it up, went to work more. Somehow I was making the bills work, but it was extremely stressful on us both and no decent paying jobs were calling back. Not long after that we argued and he tried to put me out the house. I was fighting back now. I hit kicked, even bit him when he had my arms held. Then not long after that more evidence of cheating. I don't even remember everything that happened during one argument but I know I got the backhand and he wouldn't let me out of the room. At some point in the struggle I remember looking down at my phone and seeing the words "Mom dialing" and I thought "Mom will hear everything and show up or call someone". No one showed. I felt more defeated and alone then ever. I remember just crying on my knees and asking god to takeover control in my life because I had nothing left. Days later I looked back and realized my phone pocket dialed her old number, that actually made me feel better.
Later we took a vacation just to come back and find out we needed an awful lot of money very quickly. Talk about stress! Of course we argued, who wouldn't in that type situation? We argued so bad I tried to leave, got a uhual and everything. I wound up leaving the uhual there and left because the drama was too much with both our family there. I tried to stay at my moms to think but then we argued and she kicked me out. So once again reinforcing who was there for me and I went home. But we got it together financially. We made it happen. I worked overtime and put every bill off that I could. Then one night I was so tired after working overtime and running around getting my son, paying bills. It was late. I didn't want to be bothered so I was watching tv in our family room. Then I get a text message accusing me of cheating because I was being distant. Truth was I was just tired AF! I snapped. I went down to the bedroom and I asked what the hell this was about. I don't even know what he said, he just ran his mouth and I was over it. I just punched him in side of head as he laid in bed talking. Of course he jumped up and chased me down, beat the back of my head in, never touched my face. When I was down I felt a kick to the side. In that moment I thought I don't want my son to become this kind of monster. I knew in that moment I would be leaving for sure.
I didn't leave that moment. I knew I had to play cool. He went to bed and I went back upstairs. He tried to apologize the next day but it was too late. I went to work. I had some nosebleeds. So after work I went to the er, had a cat scan. Only had a concussion but still damn I needed a cat scan? I stayed with his mom that night and then the next day I got up, called out of work, found an apartment by 930am approved. Utilities on and keys in hand by noon, Uhaul by 1 pm and pulled up to the new spot by 630pm. As time went on I got mentally stronger, got back to a healthy weight see I had gotten underweight and dehydrated in the stress of it all, For about a month seems like my only nutrition was wine and cock tails to calm my nerves. Leaving was hard but it was freedom. Very quickly I could breathe again. I stopped my antidepressants and anxiety meds. I don't need them anymore. This past year has been a journey in finding what I want, what makes me happy. Its been a year of embracing change, of literally starting over in every way you can think of. In May we met up for lunch, I was able to conversate about the good stuff no problem, you know the kids and such. But when it came down to me and him, I was able to walk away. And walk away with a smile I did because I knew he didn't have control over me anymore. I did tell him at our lunch that I will never love anyone like I loved him and that is true. Our love was sick, demented. 2 damaged souls that didn't need to be together and no love should be like that.
I share so much detail of my story because I want people to think twice before judging another's situation and maybe pay attention if they start alienating themselves. I hope I brought some insight into the mind of the woman that stays. I hope this story makes someone feel normal and want to reach out to someone, anyone and decide to take back control of their own life. And I hope this even touches someone who has been an abuser to recognize the mental anguish you put on a person through mental and physical abuse. It wasn't bad all the time. He was my comfort and my pain. Its not like the movies. This is real life. I hope one day he grows and is great at being someone's King, I just don't desire him to be mine. That corny saying about loving yourself, yeah its real and I love me too much to settle for anything these days. I am pretty awesome.
P.E.A.C.E & Much Love,
The buses charted to transport the Grambling University Football Team to Jackson, Mississippi, for Jackson's State's Homecoming Football Game, sit empty. For several days now, Grambling's players have been in a heated battle with the school's administration & football staff. Unhappy with perceived "disrespect" from the university, and lack of commitment to the program, the players walked out of a Tuesday meeting & have chosen to forfeit today's game. The players had refused to show up for practice on both Wednesday & Thursday.
Among several different factors, including travel policies & the poor condition of university athletic facilities, it appears that the administration's decision to fire former Super Bowl MVP & Legendary Grambling alum Doug Williams-after an 0-2 start-may have been the last straw. Under the leadership of interim coach George Ragsdale, the team would lose the next five games. The week before Williams was fired, a dispute had begun over a non-sanctioned Alumni fundraiser led by the coach. Then-Coach Doug Williams had sought to replace deteriorating mats in the team's weight room that had been deemed a safety hazard. University officials did not approve of the coach not going through the school's foundation, the mats were ordered to be locked up in another building. According to a recent Sports Illustrated article, the floor tiles are curled up at the edges, insulation hangs down from where ceiling panels are missing, and rust covers the edges of the windows in the weight room. That same article cites a lack of adequate weight training equipment, resources to properly treat injuries, and supplements to replenish their bodies after workouts. For their last game, players had to endure a 750 mile bus ride to Indianapolis. Leaving campus at 6pm Friday, and arriving in Indianapolis at 9am Saturday, Grambling lost the game 48-0. Alcorn State flew its players in for the game. Overall however, the school itself has been in disarray as state funding has declined from $31.6 million to $13.8 million over the last four years.
Surely The Late, Great Eddie Robinson is looking down on this once great school in dismay.
On this day in 1974, Al Green's relationship with Mary Woodson took a turn that would forever change his life. When all was said & done, a young woman would lie dead, Al Green would have to recover from severe burns to his back, and Al would undergo a transformation from the soul singer with all of the ladies to Christian Minister/Gospel Artist.
As the story has been told, on October 18th 1974, Mary Woodson stormed into the bathroom of Al Green's Memphis home and threw hot grits onto him while in the bathtub. After ensuring that she had done the intended damage, Mary went into one of the bedrooms and committed suicide-with one of Al Green's guns. Further complicating matter's, it would later be discovered that Mary Woodson was actually married with children.
Al is said to have been unaware that Mary was married, but the two had been romantically involved since 1969, when they met at one of Al's shows in Upstate New York. On the night of the incident, Al Green claimed that Mrs. Woodson had proposed marriage to him but he turned her down. Mrs. Woodson would be buried six days later, and Al would require skin grafts to address his severe burns. Ultimately Al would become an ordained Minister, and purchase a church in Memphis. Al would abandon the Soul Music genre-in favor of Gospel-for at least the next decade.
The Twilight Zone - "TIME ENOUGH AT LAST"
Originally aired in 1959, the "Time Enough At Last" episode is one of the most popular of the series offerings-and one of my favorites. The episode tells the story of one Henry Bemis, played by Burgess Meredith. Bemis simply loves reading; but is ridiculed at every turn by those who do not understand. Harassed at home, and at work; Henry one day decides that his only hope to find solace lies with hiding in the bank vault for a little lunchtime reading. To his shock, the entire world has fallen victim to a nuclear attack, and by virtue of his choice to sit in the bank vault, he appears to be the only survivor. After initial feelings of loss & sadness, Henry Bemis finds his way to the best of all possible locations. The local Library. That is when the fun ensues...
For anyone that has never seen this episode, the ending will leave you in stitches-at least if you have a sick sense of humor like I do that is. Lol.
DIVINE DIGNITY, SOLIDARITY, STRUGGLE, SACRIFICE... These a just a few of the words that come to mind, when I think of Tommie Smith & John Carlos. These brothers risked the reputation, financial livelihood, and safety of themselves & their families-all with the brief raising if two Black Fists signifying "Our Struggle" in the presence of the entire World Stage.
No one asked why, and few tried to comprehend what factors would have led to such a protest statement. Still to this day, few are aware that the International Olympic Committee was headed by a self-proclaimed White Supremacist & Anti-Semite (Avery Brundage). Few were/are aware of the Olympic Committee's stance in favor of Apartheid, or their blatant refusal to hire Black workers-on a team made up of mostly Black Athletes. Most will remember that 1968 was one of the most turbulent & racially-divisive years in U.S History. That alone should be enough rationale.
Both men, being highly accomplished athletes, paid dearly for the stance that they took on October 16th 1968. That, along with the fact that Tommie Smith had just shattered the 200-Meter World Record in the process of winning the Gold Medal, were lost the moment that he & John raised their Black-Gloved Fists while perched atop the medal stand. Labeled as traitors & embarrassments to their country, John Carlos & Tommie Smith were expelled from the Olympic Team & Village.
Once back in the states, things just got worse. Finding employment proved very difficult; and their families were subjected to harassment for years. Their were no lucrative endorsement deals. Both made brief unsuccessful runs in the NFL; but essentially struggles well into mid 1980's. The lack of stable work-combined with the all too public drama-would even could John Carlos his marriage.
The clouds would eventually clear for Smith & Carlos, as John Carlos was eventually recruited to help bring the 1984 Olympics to Los Angeles-and Tommie Smith would help coach the 1995 U.S. Men's Track & Field Team at the World Indoor Championships at Barcelona.
They are now considered as Heroes. Brave. Legendary.
Today both men can regularly be found on the public-speaking circuit; and both have published auto-biographies (“Silent Gesture” & "The John Carlos Story"). Tommie Smith would ultimately become a Sociology Professor at Santa Monica College & coached the Track Team until his retirement in 2005. John Carlos works as a counselor & is the In-School Suspension Supervisor at Palm Springs High School.
Each year, the second-Monday in October represents a day of jubilation for citizens that still blindly believe that America & the Northern Hemisphere was "DISCOVERED" by Christopher Columbus. For those with any degree of Historical Knowledge, this day carries a disrespectful irony.
According to many scholars, of all races, there is overwhelming evidence that not only was the land already owned & populated by a race of people that would provide the backbone of today's Hispanic population; but Beloved & Esteemed Scholars-such as Dr. Ivan Van Sertima have proven that African scientists & explorers had also reached the continent many centuries before Columbus. The difference is that others came & left something of value-while the European stole, raped, exploited & plundered...
In his writings & lectures, Van Sertima provides evidence of how African Nations transported plants, cloth, animals, knowledge and other goods from Africa to the Americas. There is also the well-documented existence of pyramids & sculptures that carry strikingly AFRICAN features. Other scholars cite evidence that date back to anywhere from 100,000 years ago, in the case of the Olmec Heads, to the Terracotta believed to date back to 1000 B.C.
There are MANY sources of information, and Dr. Van Sertima's book is standard reading at many major universities. As always, We at The Wandering Eyes Blog encourage you to read & learn for yourself.
Below, we have attached a couple of lectures from Dr. Ivan Van Sertima himself. For more information on the African Presence in Early America, we also recommend this link: http://www.raceandhistory.com/historicalviews/ancientamerica.htm
KNOWLEDGE IS POWER
Metallica - Seek and Destroy
If this doesn't add a little extra juice to your Monday Morning, Nothing will.
Writer's Note: If you get too-Amped up and hurt your boss this morning, We at The Wandering Eyes Blog are NOT liable. Have a Great Monday.