Friday, June 12, 2020

N.A.A.C.P. Annual Report 1921 - IV Race Riots Tulsa





IV
RACE RIOTS

TULSA

The greatest race disturbance during 1921 took place at Tulsa, Oklahoma, on June 1. On the afternoon of that date the City Editor of the New York Evening Post telephoned the National Office asking if it had any statement to make regarding the riot then taking place in Tulsa. At that time the National Office had no knowledge of the affair, but within six hours the Assistant Secretary was on his way to make an investigation for the Association. Meanwhile reports continued to come in which showed that one of the most serious race riots in the country's history was in progress. The newspapers reported that practically the entire colored residence section of Tulsa was in flames, that shooting was going on and that motor cars and airplanes were being used by the whites. The Secretary telegraphed Governor Robertson of Oklahoma asking that he use the powers of his office to stop the disorders and offering the full cooperation of the N. A. A. C. P. 


The Assistant Secretary reported that the riot was caused by an unfounded charge of attempted criminal assault, lodged by an hysterical white girl against a colored boy of 19. She claimed that the attempt was made in broad daylight in the passenger elevator of a public office building located on one of the main streets of Tulsa, a thriving and bustling city of one hundred thousand inhabitants. On hearing the rumor, a mob set out to wreak its vengeance with out pausing to question the truth or plausibility of the story. In its wild rampage, lasting a night and a day, the mob destroyed forty-four square blocks of property, the entire colored district, valued at more than $1,500,000, and looted and plundered homes and business places before setting fire to them. A number of lives, white and colored, were lost in the fighting. 

Back of the immediate cause of the riot were bitterness against Negro citizens of Tulsa and municipal inefficiency in checking the outburst. A number of colored men in Oklahoma had accumulated wealth through the oil wells and the business following new discoveries of producing wells. Poor whites were jealous of these members of a supposedly inferior race who had made greater economic progress than they. This was particularly true of Tulsa where there were a dozen colored men and women reported to be worth from $25,000 to $150,000. Another factor was the spirit of cooperation among the colored people and their refusal to do such business with white merchants as they could do with merchants of their own race. Combined with this was a determined attitude of aggression against disfranchisement, “Jim-Crowism,” peonage and lynching, which some of the whites thought was too outspoken. 

The corrupt political conditions in Tulsa played their part. Tulsa was controlled by a vice ring and completely dominated by bootleggers, hold-up men, proprietors of houses of ill-fame and gambling dens, while decent citizens showed little or no interest in local politics. At the time of the riot there were thousands of cases awaiting trial in a county with a population of but little more than one hundred thousand. With something like one indictment against six out of every one hundred citizens, the court dockets were so clogged that criminals worked with impunity, knowing there was little or no chance of their ever being tried, if arrested and indicted. 

A feud between the two local daily newspapers had contributed to the feeling of bitterness. One of them carried the story of the alleged assault as a scoop over the other paper, and it was this story that brought about the riot. A mob of whites formed around the jail to lynch the boy. On hearing of this, a group of colored men telephoned the sheriff offering to assist in protecting the jail and the prisoner. The sheriff refused the aid, but later, when reports reached the colored section of Tulsa that the mob was storming the jail, these colored men hurried over to disperse it. 

A fight ensued when a member of the mob attempted to take a gun from one of the colored men, but it was short. Early next morning the mob, estimated at ten thousand, attacked the colored settlement in force with airplanes and bombs, with machine guns, rifles, pistols, cans of dynamite and of oil. The fighting was fierce, the colored men defending their homes bravely, but the odds were too great against them. Murder, arson, plundering and pillage went on until state troops were summoned late the next day.

The colored boy accused of assault was placed on trial in Tulsa soon after the riot and was completely exonerated. Yet this unfounded rumor caused the loss of one hundred lives and millions of dollars worth of property. The Assistant Secretary was enabled to make a thorough investigation through his good fortune in being able to secure an appointment as special deputy sheriff in Tulsa. This enabled him to secure the facts at first hand. His findings were published in dispatches to the New York Evening Post, in The Nation and in the press generally, being quoted in The Literary Digest of June.




Thursday, June 11, 2020

The Real King of Staten Island - Scott Matthew Davidson - 1968-2001






A Vision

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What an artist thinks…No…What an artist feels is what I perhaps now feel. I am connected with all the chaos below. I am floating. No I am standing in the midst of screaming, of blood dripping, of detached limbs and heads and emptied torsos, crushed oozing bodies, flames, of sirens sounding, of a thousand screams, no, ten thousand prayers to a living GOD. Where is God today in all this confusion? No answer. Perhaps an answer later. Perhaps.

Valley of tears is a phrase from a childhood prayer comes into focus to label this instant. Life on Earth can indeed become a trek through a great valley of tears. Lord have mercy. Amen.

An artist inspires. An artist touches the souls or is it the spirits of others when they look at his creation, his painting, his music, reads his book. At this moment I want to look away. I have no choice. I am part of this moment. The moment sculpts reality into eternal pictures.. Thoughts and photographic images, real in the human sense, real in the spiritual sense are being formed.

The living and the dead will no doubt in their own time stand back and admire or not understand or may even despise the art of this present moment. Where is the museum? It is here. Time stands still on this planet or at least slows down. Time pauses from second to second. A hundred lives passed in one second. Then two hundred lives passed on not the next second but the second after that. And so on an so forth. Statistics amass.

Amidst the screams and sighs and puzzled thoughts of the unexpected dead, a silence comes. I slip from this macro of life and fade into some micro aspect of my former existence.

I come to a bright sun filled prairie. A simple wood clapboarded, white washed house stands in stark contrast to clear blue sky and rich green vegetation textures. A woman with her back to me is hanging wet laundry on clothes lines a short distance from the house. A small barn is also in view. On a short stone wall sits an old woman in a plain white robe. She is watching a small child, a girl in a gingham dress walking about the yard area. The old woman looks in my direction. I recognize her. She is Myrtle. I had been her elder in a church I belonged to. The last church I had belonged to. Haven’t been to church for a long time.

She smiles a faint smile at me. I never made it to her funeral. She never had a funeral when she died at 94. Her body had been willed to science.


The thought occurs to me that she is perhaps dreaming about some scene from her own childhood in early twentieth century rural Illinois. Myrtle gives me non-verbal nods to my questions to her. She had made it to the other side. I would not consider donating my mortal coil to be entrusted to the likes of some smirking first year medical students…

The smell of charred meat. How I always hated that smell. Leaving the roast in the oven too long to dry up and then to burn.

More like a barbecue smell. The teacher in eighth grade wrote in chalk on the slate blackboard common American words that originated in other languages. Barbecue had Spanish origins I think. I remember this as the pungent smell of burning meat rolls off the olfactory senses of a wandering creature all bent over as if in pain. Clothed in a thick dark outfit, he climbs stairs, step after step after step after bloody, dusty step.

The fireman’s breathing is labored. He occasionally reaches for assistance in breathing from the tank hanging off his back. Crackling noise of walkie-talkie sounds mix with breathing, and hisses and the smell of burned meat dance around senses in a misty fog of smoke coming and going. The smell of burning petrol and plastic add to this undefinable barbecue sauce.

Why do I smell human smells if I am truly dead? Why am I suddenly connecting in consciousness to the senses of one living man, this fireman? Why am I connected back to the world of the living?

People push by on the dark stairs.

The fireman’s flashlight wavers back and forth to give momentary assistance to the descending surviving refugees of terror. The fireman’s goal is upward, ever upward. A ladder to heaven is not possible but in this behemoth structure heaven might in fact be at the top of this arduous climb.












America


One Person


No Vote


(Georgia, C.S.A.)



Monday, May 11, 2020

S2tuptid People 2020 - Donald Trump and Mike Pence





At the Core of Donald Trump and Mike Pence's fear of face masks for disease prevention is the Obsolete 19th Century Robber Barron Racist belief in the Survival of the Fittest. This racist, classist coded visual message among Right Wing ruling class politician types today is moot. Stupid people these days are not superior or immortal; they are just Stupid. 


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Thursday, April 23, 2020

First and Second Decimation of Georgia - 1864 - 2020




First Decimation of Georgia - General William Tecumseh Sherman - 1864

Second Decimation of Georgia - Governor Briam Porter Kemp - 2020

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Tuesday, April 21, 2020

Trump and WWII




Yesterday, Hawaii was attacked by the Empire of Japan. We are waiting on the Governor of Hawaii to see what his response to this supposed incident is. It is that Governor's responsibility in this matter to react to this attack. And I am as popular as ever boys. 

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Friday, April 17, 2020

Lost Philly HIstoric Legacy - Donald J Trump




Lost, stolen (souvenirs) athletic trophies @Penn w/ superathlete D.J.Trump 1967-69


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Friday, April 3, 2020

Kenzo Covid Bites - Stanley Sweetheart - Robert T Westbrook - 12 1/2 Monkeys?




Rumors running rampant and Ryan Reynold's safe distancing La La Land drinking club grapevine that Don Johnson is vigorously resisting (threatened lawsuits) re-release of his first starring Film Debut and almost Career Ending film, soft core skin flick (then Rated R?) "the Magic Garden of Stanley Sweetheart".

Sequel (adapted) script by author Robert T Westbrook has an aged Stanley (Bruce Willis) waking up from a decades long bad acid trip, finding himself old, alone and a greeter at the Hell's Gate entrance of a Wal-Mart in Northeast Philly. 

Some flashbacks to 12 Monkeys and Stanley Sweetheart (sans the nude Don Johnson) and Stanley is befriended by a Russian oligarch shopping at the Wal-Mart for TP.

The Russian oligarch befriends the aged Stanley and offers him a new Job. As it turns out it is Super President of Russia Vladimer Putin and the new job is none other than POTUS of the new Russian state of North America. 

President Sweetheart (Bruce) hooks up with a granddaughter of Cathy (Kim Kardashian) and the rest of movie is filmed in the POTUS bedroom at the White House. 

Adapted Stanley Sweeheart Deux film said to be already optioned by the legendary film maker M. Night Shyamalan to be adapted as a quasi sequel with Bruce Willis, via a 12 Monkeys theme as another one of his Philly-Noir masterpieces. 

Working Title:  Kenzo Covid Bites



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Thursday, March 26, 2020

Stay Home Sign - Cape Town, South Africa - Coronavirus / Covid 19 - March 25, 2020 -/- 25 March 2020



A billboard is installed on an apartment building in Cape Town, South Africa, Wednesday, March 25, 2020, before the country of 57 million people, will go into a nationwide lockdown for 21 days from Thursday to fight the spead of the new coronvirus. The new coronavirus causes mild or moderate symptoms for most people, but for some, especially older adults and people with existing health problems, it can cause more severe illness or death. (AP Photo/ Nardus Engelbrech)


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Sunday, March 22, 2020

Prince Harry - 2nd Duke of Windsor





It is hard to put oneself in self-imposed exile from a dysfunctional family such as the House of Windor-Mountbatten.  Prince Harry, like his mother before him, chose to walk away when it became apparent that whipping boy of the reign of E2, is passing away into history, and Charles, as direct heir can no longer do the role of whipping boy that he shared at times with his late aunt Princess Margaret.

That Margaret was not allowed to marry beneath her station in life caused so many problems later into her life. That Edward VIII was not allowed to marry the person he needed to function in life with, a partner that was contaminated by religious supersition mojo regarding divorce and also being an American led him to abdicate and live the rest of his life in exile from the dysfunctional clowns on the payroll at Buck House under the monarch is in residence flag.

That the Duchess of Sussex is an American and of mixed race is part of the typical Brit racism that has precipated the present Duke of Sussex to take stock of his life and move to the friendly shores of North America and its lack of obsolete dogmatic royal bloodline stuff, but more on a system of merit to get on in life.

That the Frogmore Cottage thing, to live in the shadow of the castle and still be separate but equal. Can we sell you stock in the Brooklyn Bridge Harry old chum? Wink. Nod. 

The bickering in the press last spring and summer between the Duchess and the White Princess, future White Queen, was all baloney as I saw it. 

The same playbook from the Palace for getting Rid of Diana, the first Princess of Wales with Charles, was in play in the Royal playing field for him and his new wife methinks. And funny thing, Harry is not stupid. 

Good Luck to the current Duke of Windsor and his family.