SELMA, The Movie

On January 15th, I had the day off and I went to see the new film by Oprah Winfrey, Selma.

As I write this, tears are welling in my eyes because of all of the emotions stirred up in me by the film.

I was sitting in that darkened theater watching as those four pretty little Black girls and one handsome young man, all dressed in their ‘Sunday Go To Meeting’ clothes descended the stairs of the 16th Street Baptist Church and I knew what was coming. I wanted to scream, ‘move,’ but history is a thing unchangeable.

The four girls killed in the bombing (Clockwise from top left, Addie Mae Collins, Cynthia Wesley, Carole Robertson and Denise McNair)

It is hard to grasp in this day and age, the brutally and hatred of those years. You want to look back and tell yourself that that happened in some other country and to some other people. Not us. Surely we have enough sense to know that skin color is only a visual illusion set upon us by a God who felt us unworthy to trend on his territory. And so far, we’ve done nothing but prove him right. As a Pastor, Martin Luther King, Jr. knew that and he set about to change our perceptions of each other so that God might change his view of us. And by ‘us,’ I mean all of us, red, yellow, black, white, and brown.

I only wish that the film had come out much earlier so that the people of Ferguson, Missouri might have had an opportunity to see it before their nights of burning, looting, and rioting in the name of justice. Perhaps, if they had seen what true strength and courage, in the face of racial discrimination looks like, perhaps things might have gone differently.

Ferguson, Missouri

Perhaps, if they’d never heard about Jimmy Lee Jackson and his death.

 

Something else the movie Selma, also struck a particular chord with me. It was when Lyndon B. Johnson and Dr. King were talking in the White House and President Johnson used the phrase, “A War on Poverty.’ He was setting forth a new ideology that he hoped would change Dr. King’s focus.

While growing up during the late sixties and seventies, I heard that phrase used many times and I thought as most people did, back then, that it was a good thing. But sitting in that theater the other day, I heard it differently – perhaps the way Dr. King must have heard it.

I heard, The War on Poverty – an most Black people living in America are living in poverty – so, i.e. The War on Poverty is a War on Black people. It’s no wonder, Dr. King didn’t fall for it, the way we fell for the War on Drugs.

It is a great film and very thought provoking.

I’dalso  like to give a shout out to the Costume Designer, Ruth E. Carter. You really caught the look of that era.

Ruth E Carter

 

Martin Luther King, Jr. was only 39 years old when he was murdered (and silenced)!

Martin Luther King, Jr.

 

A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth
By
Eliza D. Ankum
Author of
Flight 404
Ruby Sanders
STALKED! By Voices
OneThreeThirteen – Master Of the Day of Judgment

 

 

 

MH 370 and MH 17

Route taken by MH17

 

I applaud President Obama for taking the high road and not answering Russian President’s Putin blatant act of violence with more violence.

Make no mistake about it, if we start hurling missiles, non-nuclear ones, hopefully, at Russian, China (MH370) and North Korea will come to Russia’s defense as in my blog-book, ‘onethreethirteen’.

Let’s not start World War 3 because some guy wants to bolster his ego. If we’re going to destroy each other and the world, let’s do it for something or someone better than Vladimir Putin.

Check out Nasser’s speech to the same combatants in Chapter 51

A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth

By
Eliza Ankum
Author of
Flight 404 (an ebook about a plane crash)
Ruby Sanders
STALKED! By Voices
http://onethreethirteen.wordpress.com
http://jan32013.wordpress.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Blog-book onethreethirteen

To all my followers of the blog-book, ‘onethreethirteen’. Onethreethirteen is by no means an unfavorable look at President Barak Obama’s administration.  It is however, an indictiment of the Repulican Party and the way in which it has manipiulated the deep racial divides that still exist in this country.

America has a long history of telling other countries about their Human Rights violations while ignoring our own. We are good at talking the talk but not so good at walking the talk.

I am thouroghly convinced that Russian President Vladimir Putin has also taken note of the bickering between the Democratic and Republican parties and realized that it has never been worse. But more importantly, it has affored him an excellent opportunity.

Without a doubt our internal bickering will keep us from uniting, as a country, behind President Obama keeping him from putting up a strong opposition to Vladimir Putin’s invasion of Cirmea.

Putin knows that the Republicans will never stand behind President Barack Obama the way they did George Bush.

We had better start asking ourselves the same hard question Kuwait had to answer when George Walker Bush invaded the Middle East seeking to seize their lucrative oil wells. Are we willing to let them burn?

In other words, are we willing to let Putin have Cirmea just so Barack Obama and the Democratic party will look weak going into the next Presidental election?

It might be too late to stop Putin by then.

 

A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth

By

Eliza Ankum
Author of
Flight 404
Ruby Sanders

 

 

 

 

“I Feared For My Life”

George Zimmerman

Do you know what it feels like to be shot at? I do.
Do you know what it feels like to summon up the courage to set foot outside, again, once you’ve been shot at. I do.
And so does my sister’s children. We live in Maywood, Illinois and have the last name of Ankum, which automatically makes us a target whether or not we’ve done anything to anyone.

Michael Dunn

I was asked not to write this column because things have been quiet for us for some time now and no one, especially us, wants to endure another round of drive-bys.  But things are quiet for the wrong reason.  And everytime I hear of a George Zimmerman, Michael Dunn, or Curtis Reeves saying that they shot someone in self-defense, it makes my blood boil.  George Zimmerman, Michael Dunn, and Curtis Reeves you don’t have a clue about what it’s like to fear for your life.

Curtis Reeves

I work at a very large and respected hospital and because of the severity of my stalking, people who I don’t know come up to me all the time and call me by my first name. They know me by knowing of me. So, when the unthinkable happened in our family, again, I felt compelled to offer all those people an explanation of what was happening. The following w-mail is what I sent out.

“To all my many friends, if you watched the News over the weekend, you may have caught a news broadcast concerning the arrest of three Maywood men in connection with a May 15th shooting. My nephew Larry Ankum, Jr. was one of the three men charged. He is absolutely innocent of the charges. But despite two witnesses (non family members) and four family members who put him in the back yard at the time of the shooting, he was still arrested and indicted.
What neither the Tribune or the News broadcast revealed is that my sister, has five sons all of whom have been the victim of gun violence in Maywood.

Her oldest son, Shannon Ankum was shot in the stomach, because he didn’t want to become part of a gang and sell drugs. After shooting him, he was dumped a few feet from where we go to Church. No one was arrested or indicted for shooting him. Needless, to say, with his shooter(s) walking around free, he was persuaded to join a gang.
A few years ago, Shannon was convicted of 1st degree murder, in a very very similar situation as his younger brother, Larry. Much too similar to be a coincidence.

After Shannon was sentenced to 45 years in prison, the gang started harassing Larry – the young man who was indicted– to join. He refused. It got so bad, that someone had to drive him to school and pick him up. He stayed firm and refused. That is until, Stephen, is brother was shot in the face.

Stephen was out with some friends and was on his way home, when he said a car pulled up alongside him and someone in the car shot him. No arrest or conviction in that case even though everyone knows who did it. When Stephen was well enough to go back to work, he moved.

About a year or two later, Drew, then 18 years old – was backing out the drive way on his way to work one morning and some boys in a green car drove by and shot at him – several times. My sister hearing the noise, ran outside and was nearly shot herself. No arrest or conviction for that driveby.

About three years ago, my sister’s grandchildren had gathered at the house for a sleepover. Some young men in a car drove by and shot up the room where her grandkids were sleeping. Fortunately, she had made them go to bed early for misbehaving. So they were all on the floor when the gun fire erupted. There are still bullet holes in her living room walls today. No arrest or conviction for that driveby.
Fast track to last year. Her son, Sterling the next oldest, gave one of Larry’s friends a ride home. As they sat in the driveway of the friends house, talking, Sterling, father of two and long time healthcare worker, was shot five times. If not for the quick thinking of his brother, Larry – the same young man locked in jail because someone tried to kill him — he would have died that night. There was no arrest or conviction.

Note: The young man who had the loaded gun and drugs in the May 15th incident, whom the Maywood Police let out on bond, is the same young man who is under investigation for shooting Sterling. But so far, no arrest or conviction.
But evidence or no evidence, the Maywood Police is always coming to the door to get Larry.
So friends, please keep us in your prayers and especially this young man who has been put through more than his share.”

With all due respect, none of us asked those four young men, two of them the sons of Maywood Policemen, to go get guns and drugs – to stoke up their courage – and get in a car an attempt yet another drive-by on us.

Thank God, someone defended us, or otherwise we would have ended up like the family of the young man the other three  succeded in killing a month later.

A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth
By
Eliza Ankum

 

 

LOL Laughing Out Loud

Checked on STALKED! this morning.  It’s still listed with Stephen King but at least, I moved up. Thank you

 

Click the link to check it out.

http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_ss_gw?field-keywords=stalked+by+voices&url=search-alias%3Daps

Two things made me laugh this week.

The first thing, maybe not so funny for some, but when I thought of it in terms of my life I literally started laughing out loud (LOL).

It was news that Jesse Jackson Junior’s things were being auctioned off to pay back the $750,000.00 he inappropriately used to pay for his shopping spree.

I had to laugh because if the Feds were to auction off everything I owned, and that includes recently purchased items, I’d come up short by about $650,000.00.

They might get another twenty thousand or so by selling the car, maybe. Then throw in two years of my salary. And finally, the apartment building in which I live, even though technically, I don’t own it and maybe just maybe, if the buyer were drunk enough and therefore feeling quite generous, they might fetch a cool hundred thousand. Who am I kidding? LOL .

 Secondly, I finished book one of the series STALKED! By Voices and got it on Amazon.com. And when I Goggled the book, sure enough there it was, listed under Stephen King’s, ‘The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon.’

I danced around with great personal joy, finished my day job, went home and slept like a baby. When I woke the next morning, God did one of those very very very very rare things and spoke to me. He say, “You’re listed under Stephen King because they think your life is a horror story. A well written one, but a horror story none the less.” LOL Trying to get the book moved to the Memoir section.

 But speaking of horror stories, Tuesday night I watched Brad Pitt’s movie, World War Z on Comcast On Demand. The street flight through Jerusalem street was so intense I felt like I was part of the battle.

It’s well worth watching even though I wasn’t completely satisfied with the ending.

Keep laughing. Keep dreaming. Enough said.

 

A Tiny Kitten With A Big Mouth