Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Last week which began on Wednesday for me started with a visit to a local transitional organization I support called Caring Through The Spiritual Eye, Inc. The organization was started by Shirell Tyner who by the grace of God overcame drug use and incarceration to start this organization - while in prison - to support women in recovery.
From there I was supposed to go to Community College of Baltimore County (CCBC) to hear Dr. Michael Eric Dyson speak about his book on the Hurricane Katrina tragedy called Come Hell or High Water, but I think that he - and Bill Cosby - may have lost their minds. Dyson because he published one of the weakest arguments that I’ve read to date opposing Dr. Delman Coates and the Enough is Enough Campaign. His position wreaks of personal allegiance to Debra Lee (you have noticed an increase of his appearances on BET haven’t you?) and attempts to distract readers from the central issue at stake - corporate responsibility in American media. Cosby because his latest book Come on People bares his behind and exposes him for the well meaning, yet disconnected elitist that he has become - Come on Bill! - if you gotta problem with poor Blacks, challenge institutional racism, help to finance the creation of institutions in the ‘hood AND lovingly teach the least among us to do their share to resist their own oppressive conditions. Don’t just beat people over the head with the negative stats, facts, and figures, that we’ve heard over and over again. Well, as you may have guessed by now - I passed on the opportunity to hear the rhetorical revolutionary whoo the crowd with his loquacious oratorical presentation and verbose verbage devoid of any sincere and/or strategic solutions for systemic change. (Didn’t know I could speak Dyson did you?)
So that night - Wednesday night that is - I spoke at the NAACP Freedom Fund Banquet after marching for 3 1/2 hours in the March for Jobs and Education organized by the Baltimore Algebra Project, as previously mentioned. I didn’t have a chance to change so I walked into the banquet damp with the wet of hard-earned “justice sweat.” I kept my stickers and pins on my jacket and put a “No Education No Life” t-shirt on over my clergy collar. I thought the ”banqueteers” would enjoy visual encouragement to do less meeting, greeting, and eating and do more bleeding, sweating, and serving. I was right.
While at the march I ran into so many people who I have come to know as comrades in the struggle.

Freedom Writer was there in support of the students. FW, pictured above with his son, is 1/2 of the dynamic duo, Precise Science, who spit conscious Hip Hop designed to educate Afrikan people. It’s been a year since I blogged about them. I’m glad to see they’re still doing their thing.
Another comrade that went hard for the full 3 1/2 hours was Rip The Ruler (left). Rip chanted at the top of his lungs the whole time, urging passing motorists to honk in support of the students.
“WE DON’T WANT NO PITY, WE WANT FUNDING FOR OUR CITY!”
And that was just Wednesday my friends.




