O. J. Simpson

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O.J. Simpson arrives for his parole hearing at Lovelock Correctional Centre in Lovelock

 

Orenthal James Simpson has been granted parole for trying to take back property that was stolen from him.

As a Black woman, who watched his trial for murder, hopefully, this experience has taught him to stay away from white women in the future.

But, as for being confident and out-spoken, that’s just who the man is and that I hope he doesn’t change.

 

A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth

By
Eliza D. Ankum
Author of
Flight 404
Ruby Sanders (The Ruby and Jared Saga)
Jared Anderson (The Ruby and Jared Saga)
OneThreeThirteen – A President Agent Novel Series Book 1
The Hunt For Red November – A Presidential Agent Novel Series Book 2
Dancing With The Fat Woman
Thou Shalt Eat Dust
A Woman’s Voice: A Book Of Poems
STALKED! By Voices

 

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For The Crutcher Family

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I wrote the following poem for Trayvon’s mother, Sybrina.  But I’d like to send it out as a condolence to the Crutcher Family.

Sybrina

I mourned so deeply that I hurt, physically.
I mourned for the children.
Mine, hers, and yes, even theirs.
I mourned, so deeply, because I knew her suffering
Like it was my own.
Because it is my own.
I know her agony, her tears, and her shame.
“Shame?” you ask.
Yes, because she was not there.
Oh, God how it must hurt knowing that he called for her
Yes! I am well acquainted with her demons.
Hate, anger, shame, guilt, remorse, and pity
Her demons are my very close companions.
Old friends with whom I commune daily.
With whom I share my deepest secrets, joys, and hopes.
They are everything to me.
And everything has been stilted and tinted by their presence
Nothing has escaped.
I have never eaten a single meal that they have not shared.
Drank a glass of wine that they did not pour
Or had conversation where they did not offer up their opinion
Yes, they are with me daily

Excerpt is from, ‘A Woman’s Voice: Book of Poems

By
Eliza D. Ankum

aka

A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth

 

Two For Two

First, there was George Zimmerman

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And now there’s Betty Shelby.

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Can the powers that be make it any clearer that there is NO justice in America for Blacks.

 

A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth

By

Eliza D. Ankum
Author of
Flight 404
Ruby Sanders (The Ruby and Jared Sage Book 1)
Jared Anderson (The Ruby and Jared Saga Book 2)
OneThreeThirteen – A Presidential Agent Novel Series
Dancing With The Fat Woman
Thou Shalt Eat Dust
A Woman’s Voice: A Book of Poems
STALKED! By Voices
https://24thehuntforrednovember.wordpress.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

When There’s Blood In The Streets

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I was about to write a post on, Selective Hearing, but before I do  that I’d like to share with you a quote I heard a long time ago but didn’t understand the significance under recently.

And that quote paraphrased a quote by 18th Baron Rothschild.  The good old  – or insightful – Baron Rothschild said, “The time to buy is when there’s blood in the streets.”

Baron Rothschild, an 18th century British nobleman and member of the Rothschild banking family, is credited with saying that “The time to buy is when there’s blood in the streets.” He should know. Rothschild made a fortune buying in the panic that followed the Battle of Waterloo against Napoleon.

The paraphrase that caught my attention was, “When there’s blood in the streets, there’s money to be made.”

At the time I heard it, I thought that’s ridiculous.  If there’s blood in the streets, no one will be out in the streets.  The sensible people will be  at home.

Duh!

Behind, door locks, door jams, and high end surveillance equipment.

And, If I owned a glass company, I’d be out there hawking my ass off selling bullet proof glass that can be installed in cars and homes!

Or Kevlar car door siding that clips on and off. (Chicago has a lot of Expressway shootings!)

Or double strength steel fence inter lays that can be installed over your existing wrought iron or steel fencing.

And, if you’ve got a gang member in your household, why not insure him or her for as little as $20.00 a month.  (Insurer cannot claim full amount of policy until 2 years of payments have been made.)

And now, you can arrest more people and put more people in jail and make a fortune selling them stuff like, books, magazines, snacks, drinks, toothache medicine, Kotex, INSAIDS, etc.

“When there’s blood in the streets, there’s money to be made.”  Now I understand.

Watch yourself President Trump.  By putting troops on the ground in Chicago, you might just be messing with someone’s money.  And you don’t mess with Chicago people’s money.  Take that piece of advice from someone’s who’s been publicly stalked and humiliated for more than 25 years but has only made the News once in Chicago.

The only thing Andrew Holmes did was try and stop the violence and he paid dearly for that.

 

A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth

By

Eliza D. Ankum
author of
Flight 404
Ruby Sanders – A Novel
Jared Anderson – The Ruby and Jared Saga
OneThreeThirteen – A Presidential Agent Novel Series
Dancing With The  Fat Woman
Thou Shalt Eat Dust
STALKED! By Voices

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A Woman’s Voice: Book Of Poems

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While I was laying low, trying not to write anything evil about our new President, i.e my views on his travel ban and trying to insure his next election by impeding voter’s rights, I decided to work on another project to divert my attention.

That project is a book of poems entitled, ‘A Woman’s Voice:  Book of Poems.’

I’d like to share with you one of those poems.  It’s entitled, ‘Yellow Dresses.’

Back in the day, I could totally rock a yellow dress, like Tracee Ellis Ross is doing in the picture.  But not so much today.  That is why ‘Yellow Dresses’ is followed by the poem, ‘I Am Becoming A Budgie.’

Yellow Dresses

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I am Brown!
I am sun scorched and dark
My skin the color of burnt sugar

Yellow is my favorite color
It is the color of eternity
It makes my brown skin glow

Men, when they see me in yellow, hollar
“Hey, big leg girl
Where ya going?
Can I come to?”

Yellow is my favorite color
You see me in no other
Navy blue I am not
Beige is for cowards
Red is for hoes
And that blows
Cause I like red

But yellow is my favorite color

 

I Am Becoming A Budgie

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From being a long tall drink of water
I am becoming a short cup of tea

Of course, there’s more to the poem, but you’d have to buy the book to read it.  This book is not on my website or any other place except Amazon.

To buy, click here.

 

By Eliza D. Ankum
Author of
Flight 404
Ruby Sanders – A Novel
Jared Anderson – (The Ruby and Jared Saga)
OneThreeThirteen – A Presidential Agent Novel Series
Dancing With The Fat Woman
Thou Shalt Eat Dust
STALKED! By Voices