- 3:08 pm
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Recorded on Jay-Z’s iPhone. No amped mic, no reverb. JUST Bey.
She sang that song. Will reblog this every time
I sure will Bey anytime
gotta be in these streets to appreciate this.
I just want to smoosh this in everyone’s face when they say she can’t sing.
o_o And then go “nyeeeeeeeeeeeeeh”
(Source: thequeenbey, via thesoftghetto)
- 1:02 am - Fri, Jan 24, 2014
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Yesterday’s story of the elderly NYC man who was beaten bloody by police for jaywalking today gets a tragic companion from Philadelphia:
A 16-yr-old African American boy was sexually assaulted by a police officer during a “stop and frisk” pat-down. The assault was committed with such violence that the youth’s testicles were literally ruptured.
Now, Darrin Manning of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania may never be able to father children, according to the doctors who performed surgery on his virtually destroyed testicles.
Darrin was a star basketball player with no criminal history to speak of. He was a straight-A student who never got into any sort of trouble. He was with his teammates heading to a game right after school when he encountered an officer who decided he was “suspicious” and needed to be subjected to local “stop and frisk” procedures.
Though no official reason has been given for the stop and frisk, Darrin and the other (uniformed) members of the basketball team who were stopped suggest it was because they were wearing scarves over their faces to protect against the extreme cold Philadelphia, like much of the country, has suffered this winter.
Darrin was put in handcuffs. When the officer began “frisking” him, they grabbed hold of Darrin’s genitals so hard, pulled and twisted, that the teen’s genitals literally tore off.
“I felt the officer reach and grab my butt. Then the officer grabbed my testicles and squeezed again and pulled down. And that’s when I heard something pop, like I felt it POP,” Manning said.
The incident has left the 16-year-old with felony charges of assault and resisting arrest.
"I’m just grateful that they just didn’t kill him," said Darrin’s mother.
I honest to god have no words for this
the bolded. OMG the bolded.
that is not a mother who is just able to see the bright side of things.
That is the voice of a woman - and a society - that is SO USED TO POLICE BRUTALITY that A COP POPPING THE BALLS OF A CHILD FOR LITERALLY NO REASON elicits a response of, “I’m relieved it wasn’t worse.” FROM THAT CHILD’S MOTHER, no less. Her kid just had his genitalia destroyed by a so-called “protector of the people,” and she is just happy to still have a son since so many other Black mothers whose children have committed the crimes of… well…um… being Black and outside(I guess?) don’t have that “privilege” *.
THAT is systemic racism.
THAT is reality for too. many. people.
THAT is 21st Century America.
Welcome to the land of the fucked.
*having your offspring outlive you is NOT a privilege. it should be everyone’s experience.
- 1:13 am
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A moment of silence to all the kids who can’t wait to become a teenager because they think it’s fun
Two hours of silence for all the teenagers who can’t wait to become adults because they think they’ll get to do whatever they want
a shot of vodka to all the 20 somethings who are coping with a lack of rent money by sitting around eating captain crunch in dinosaur PJs wishing they were actually a pre-teen again.
- 6:11 pm - Mon, Jan 6, 2014
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Real feel in Chicago is -44
NEGATIVE FOURTY FOUR DEGREES BELOW ZERO.
ITS COLDER HERE THAN IN ALASKA
My gas bill is gonna be ridiculous this month.
- 6:27 pm - Sun, Jan 5, 2014
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They’ve got their little categories, like ‘conscious’ and ‘gangsta’. It used to be a thing where hip-hop was all together. Fresh Prince would be on tour with N.W.A. It wasn’t like, ‘You have got to like me in order for me to like you.’ That’s just some more white folks trying to think that all niggas are alike, and now it’s expanded. It used to be one type of nigga; now it’s two. There is so much more dimension to who we are. A monolith is a monolith, even if there’s two monoliths to choose from. I ain’t mad at Snoop. I’m not mad at Master P. I ain’t mad at the Hot Boys. I’m mad when that’s all I see. I would be mad if I looked up and all I saw on TV was me or Common or The Roots, because I know that ain’t the whole deal. The real joy is when you can kick it with everyone. That’s what hip-hop is all about. … They keep trying to slip the ‘conscious rapper’ thing on me. I come from Roosevelt Projects, man. The ghetto. I drank the same sugar water, ate hard candy. And they try to get me because I’m supposed to be more articulate, I’m supposed to be not like the other Negroes, to get me to say something against my brothers. I’m not going out like that, man.