Showing posts with label Racism. Show all posts
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Saturday, July 6, 2024

Zerlina Maxwell Presents The End of White Politics: How to Heal Our Liberal Divide - The Author's Note - A Must-Read Book For NOW!

 



So, you may ask...Yes, I'm reading two books at once... Actually, three... I was pretty sure what this book would be talking about... I thank God that I was watching the right news program to hear about the book... This one I'm enjoying reading... All good info...

Whitehouse's book is also great information...But I get too upset with his investigation/reporting on The Supreme Court... So I read a little of this one and then spend more time with Maxwell...

For fun, I'm reading a novel about the first female president!

Back to Maxwell's Hypothetical/Future look for Us. It was written in 2020 and it's a little dated on presidential election information. But we all know that it has only gotten worse in 2024... And we are even more concerned about what the republican party intends to do... So, I thought I'd announce the book, provide the Author's Note from the front of the Book, and let you all know that it is, in my opinion, a must-read book? Why? There may be other women out there writing about these issues, but this is the first one that I've learned of... I've read beyond what I'm sharing today and have to say, I've been shocked about what she's saying about parts of the Democratic leader's followers... Needless to say that it's about a certain group of white men? It doesn't matter what party they decide to choose... More on that later...


Author’s Note 

When I first sat down to write this book, it was clear that our country desperately needed a revamp when it came to political representation—and that the end of white politics was on the horizon. And then, 2020 happened and knocked our fragile democracy right off its axis. After all, I wrote this entire book before the onset of the COVID-19 pandemic. I wrote it before Joe Biden became the president and Kamala Harris became the vice president. I wrote it before the violent white mob stormed the US Capitol on January 6, 2021. I wrote it before President Donald Trump was impeached for a second time. It’s like I had a crystal ball. 

Americans have long been hindered by both our dark history and the inability of our leadership to confront a racist framework that has consistently prioritized white comfort over Black and Brown life. And yet, if 2020 showed us anything, it’s that the end of white politics is knocking right on our front door. Case in point: the groundbreaking election of Kamala Harris as the first female, first Black, and first South Asian vice president of the United States, which represents both the changing demographics in the United States and the shifting spectrum through which power and politics here are played. 

The electorate of this country, so heavily comprised of women and people of color, yearn to be represented by people who look like them and who share their lived experiences. Harris doesn’t just represent what the end of white politics might look like; she’s ushering the end of white politics right into our living room. And yet, it’s not going to be easy. The tumultuous turmoil and civic unrest of the past year also showed us that seventy-four or so million Americans aren’t quite ready to let go of the power of their whiteness, and what’s more, they are willing to throw out the entire American democratic experiment to hold on to the promise of an America that no longer exists.

As our demographic shifts away from whiteness, our political landscape changes, and these electoral wins for our multiracial democracy provoke pushback and even violence from the fading white majority. Though our country was built on the foundations of freedom and democracy, it’s becoming quite clear that the biggest prize of all for many Americans is, in fact, power. 

After the November election results came in, this lingering legacy of white supremacy affirmed that these seventy-four million people are willing to destroy the entire American democratic establishment in order to prevent a coalition of people of color from becoming a politically powerful majority. Some of those seventy-four million were so afraid that they were willing to band together and launch an insurrection on the Capitol building in January 2021. Every step from the outside of the barricade into the Capitol building—into the House chamber, the Senate chamber, and up to the Senate floor podium—was made possible by white privilege. 

Every step they took without the fear of being shot or killed was undeniably white privilege. And yet, the very idea of the end of white politics is precisely what motivated the attack in the first place. When power slips from its grasp, the dying lion will always lash out. The insurrection of the Capitol was a death rattle to the America we’ve seen for the past four years—the death of America’s former king of the jungle, and the white supremacy that installed him there. 

And yet, despite all of the challenges that have risen up to meet it, positive change marches forward. Since Donald Trump was elected in 2016, we have dramatically expanded the American electorate; as a result, the promised demographic shifts are becoming a reality, illustrated by big electoral wins in the 2020 election. By registering and motivating the electorate to turn out to vote and make their voices heard, Stacey Abrams and other organizers facilitated the Democratic win of the Senate majority and turned Georgia blue for the first time since the Clinton years. This is no small feat. 

We’ve long considered the South full of so-called red states, but now, we’re taking our first steps toward a more diverse and inclusive future, one where all voices are considered and where the votes of communities of color aren’t suppressed. And Georgia won’t be the last red state, county, or district to turn blue. Stacey Abrams and her fellow organizers on the ground created a model for others across the rest of the nation to follow. 

These powerful movements begin by conversing with the people in these communities who are so often ignored by the mainstream and helping them to raise their political voice. Every voice, every vote, counts. What’s more, leaders like Abrams are approachable, accessible, and relatable to average Americans—those who are working for a living, fearing eviction, and suffocating in student loan debt, all experiences that the millionaires in the Senate have no familiarity with and thus can never effectively legislate for. 

Leaders who truly represent the American electorate feel a sense of urgency to alleviate the pressure so many Americans feel—especially in the darkest depths of the deadly COVID-19 pandemic—because they, too, feel these pressures in their own lives and lived experiences. And by electing these leaders to positions of power where they can make a real impact, we inch closer to our Founding Fathers’ goal of “freedom and justice for all.” 

A week before Kamala Harris became our MVP, or Madam Vice President, my brilliant Sirius XM cohost Jess McIntosh said: “We have elected younger, more diverse, more progressive representatives since Donald Trump was elected...[including the addition of] Jon Ossoff and Reverend Raphael Warnock to the Senate in Georgia. This is us building a democracy.” And she’s right. We don’t get here by accident; we get here by action. To maintain this representative electorate, as well as the momentum of recent Democratic wins in states like Georgia, we have to focus on what worked and who made it work.

Ultimately, the on-the-ground organizers and leaders in these communities are the ones who truly understand the electorate they are serving and are the most fit to lead them. And by electing them, empowering them, and holding them accountable—that’s how we preserve the integrity of the more representative electorate in future generations. That’s how we promote real progress and change. And as we support the newly-created infrastructure that has elevated these leaders to positions of power, they can then, in turn, break through the barriers and open the door for even more members of a diverse electorate to join them in the chambers where policies are being made. If we want to keep moving forward, we can’t stop until our legislative is truly representative of the increasingly diverse population they serve. 

When we talk about the future of American politics—that is, the end of white politics—we’re talking about building a democracy for ourselves in which the will of the people, all of the people, will reign supreme. A future where the American populace looks a lot more like Kamala Harris and less like Mitch McConnell. A future where our legislative power structure is representative and inclusive, where the lived experiences of women and people of color are not only considered but valued in the formation and passing of legislation. A future where Americans can represent themselves and see themselves represented. At the end of the day, if we want to make this idealized America a reality, we need to facilitate the end of white politics so that a new era of truly representative politics can begin. And that’s exactly what we’re going to do. 

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You know, Folks, there are many, maybe your neighbors, who oppose anybody who are not white... This is not what Jesus Taught Us...

I can only speak for myself...

I Support ALL God's Children Not Just White People

And I am Quite Upset we must now, again, fight for basic human rights!



Comments are always welcome...

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Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Trevor Ennis Second in Series Outstanding Drama!


Friday came around, and the class was in another one of their reserved study periods, but not everyone studied. Some used the time to conveniently catch up on missed sleep, while others gossiped and chatted about nothing of great importance. In the midst of the classroom turmoil, a strange White student entered the room unnoticed. He was someone whom Angelica might have seen around on the campus but never spoken to. Like a United Parcel Post deliveryman, he simply handed Quame a folded paper, then quickly disappeared as fast as he had appeared. He didn’t wait for an answer; he just delivered and disappeared in a sort of hasty kind of way as if rushing to make other deliveries. A few seconds later after reading the note, a concerned Quame bid Sasha in a soon-be-back fashion and got up and left. Immediately, Angelica saw the six perverted boys from the “brainless player gang” gather together and could barely stand to see the sight of them. Feeling disgusted, she rose and left the classroom. After only a few strides down the corridor she heard the trampling footsteps and stepped aside when she realized it was the same six gang boys who stampeded past her. They moved without militancy but with great urgency as they hurried ahead and soon disappeared down a flight of steps. Not long after, Angelica heard another rush behind and was about to step aside when Sasha almost ran her over. “Slow down, girl! What’s with everybody and this rushing?” Angelica held her arms out to slow Sasha’s pace but immediately saw the fear in her eyes. “They are gonna do something to him; got to warn him,” Sasha remarked while hastily trying to pull away from Angelica. Angelica would not let her go. “Something to whom? Warn who …?” “Quame!” her quivering voice was broken and urgent. “They are going to trap him,” she pointed in the direction of the disappearing boys. “Jenny B. said she heard them say it. They are planning to beat him up in the gym.” Again she tried to break away, but Angelica would not let her. She had conspired against others before, and so recognized the fear she saw in Sasha. “What’s the matter with you? Can’t you see I’ve got to go? Get your hands off me!” Sasha yelled while tugging at Angelica’s hold. “No! Sasha! Listen to me, girl. You can’t go alone. You can’t go. Just go to the dean’s office … tell him … tell him that Quame the big Black guy is trying to rape me in the gym. Lie! Say it or they will never come to his aid. I’ll go and try to delay them.” “No, I’ve got to go to Quame now! They are going to hurt him.”






White Lies, Black Blood II: 

Unveiling Lies Exposing the 

Eighth Deadly Sin

(Black Blood Series)



By Trevor Ennis



White Lies, Black Blood had left me waiting... I hate cliff-hangers because I'm always afraid I'll miss the ending and never know what happened, simply because I forget to check... But as soon as I heard this was out, I went out, downloaded, thankful I had a Kindle, and started reading... I know it was out of schedule, but I'd been waiting a long time to see what happened! The first book was fantastic; the followup outstanding!

Most of you who follow my reviews may have noticed that I tend to pick novels that spotlight today's headline issues. I applaud writers who are using their skills to highlight major issues at the same time they provide a book that proves to be both informative and exciting in the selected drama. This series, however, as many do these days, crosses genre...

Trevor Ennis is an exciting romance writer who has created two characters that prove to be riveting, seductive and yet, young hesitant lovers and we are privy to their intimate thoughts and actions...Just this story could easily stand as a stand-alone story...

For that reason, although these books could stand alone, I really think you would be making a mistake by not starting at the beginning. You need to meet Angelica as she was in the past...

Because she is quite different, changed in the second novel!

The love story between Angelica and Kazeem reminded me somewhat of Love Story for those who remember it, but the story of this couple is soooooo much more...Find out why!

I want to point out that there are extremely graphic scenes in this novel that are hard to read. First I must applaud Ennis for writing those scenes as I know they must have been extremely hard to have been done so effectively. These scenes are part of the book that deals with the Eighth Deadly Sin...

Do you know what that is?

If you don't know it under that specific name, you will nevertheless have witnessed it during your life. I have and it's not pretty, especially when I've always lived in an area where there are few African-Americans.

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Later, a more experienced rugged-faced slob with a fat belly hanging over his pants and uncombed blond hair entered and scornfully scrutinized him. He looked across the room, saw and dismissed the bored younger cop, who seemed very relieved as he got up, and quickly left the room. “Well, what have we here?” his belly jerked with every word that came out of his mouth. “The devil’s kin has come to grace our jail. What’s the matter, boy? Hell doesn’t want its bastards anymore? Is Satan now using earth as his garbage bin? Heh-heh-heh …. Well, those horned devils sure did send you to the right place. This is actually where they send all their rejects for punishment. You are going to find that this here place is ten times worse than your hell-home. This is my hell-house, my torture chamber for all you piss-poor nigger-rejects from hell, heh-heh-heh-heh-heh.” 
Kazeem was silent. His face shone a calm strength that threatened to explode.
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When I moved into high school and then into a professional career, sure, I began to meet others of a different color. M. Davis was one of my first Black friends in junior-high...She non-verbally taught me, just as members of my family had also given me signals. I remember I was shocked when another high school friend got married and I was told that her husband was part of the KKK! What? Why would there be a group involved in this non-Black area, I thought... 

What I've come to realize, though, is that if you are a hater, you hate anywhere you happen to live...

Note that this novel is set in the present time: President Obama is now in office... His election set off many of the actions??? The novel doesn't say but I doubt it, because I heard news and headlines about the issue during the election periods... There may not be those that wear the white uniform these days, which is worse in a way, because these haters dress like you or me...they go to church with us or we interact with them in stores, online, on the job...and, in this novel, we find them in the police station...and the church...

And in Angelica's home...

Readers learned about her father's participation in the first book, but his true involvement was clearly defined in actions in this second novel...

“I don’t mean to break up your playhouse of peace, harmony and love. Unlike most here, I am not fooled by fake unity and I am going to speak frankly. I think this is the biggest crock of staged crap that anybody could ever witness. Show rating … ha! What is all this display of Black-White love bull crap supposed to do … boost Oprah’s ratings? Today we hug and kiss but tomorrow we can go back to hating each other. Tomorrow a White George will pull a gun and a Black Trayvon will die. That’s the way it has been and that’s the way it is always going to be. So if this is one of them ‘stop the violence’ shows, it is not going to work. Then why are we here …? RATINGS …. That’s why you dragged us here - for your ratings? Since we are on camera, let me break it down for all our Negro audience … and don’t cut me off, Oprah, because you said this is our show; not just for the Blacks.”
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One very effective way by which the Author shared regarding the Eighth Deadly Sin was to create an Oprah Show bringing together white students from a predominantly white college and black students from a predominantly black student college, which I thought was brilliant both in concept and in carrying out the drama, closing when she is shot by a member of the audience!

Then, as a writer who wants to keep us in suspense, after dropping that bombshell, proceeds on with his story of Angelica's life as if readers are not going crazy wanting to know if Oprah is alive!!! As a reviewer, my first thought was, did he just skip a closure???

But no, Ennis closed that much, much later in his novel... Then left us hanging on a scene with Kazeem! Damn! He's going to write another book, I just know it--and I'm going to be left hanging for months...

So will you, readers, because if you haven't realized it, I call this a must-read! 

And here's a special dare for all you white people out there--yes, you--who wouldn't pick up a book with black people on the cover... I dare you to read this series! If you won't even consider this, then You may be committing the Eighth Deadly Sin...

The Eighth Deadly Sin just may be the downfall of our nation... Do you care?


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Trevor Ennis was born on the small island of Jamaica in 1963. He grew up as the third child of six siblings and attended Alpha Primary School, Jamaica College and Excelsior Community College where he graduated before leaving for the United States in 1987. After living in New York for a year, he joined the United States Air Force, completed basic military training and went on to Plattsburgh Air Force Base where he met and married Ina. Together they visited numerous other countries and after twenty years of military service, Trevor and Ina retired. They are blessed with 3 children, 2 boys and a girl and have settled in New Jersey where they now call home. Visit Web site at www.trevorennis.com

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