Knowing Your Place: A Commentary on Jordan Davis and My “Black” Life


The last time I came at you guys was on June 15, 2013. Long damn time ago, I know. I have since taken on a job in Lansing as a full-time Journalist and I have wrongfully neglected this blog site. I just haven’t had the time, nor energy, to keep up with it and for that I greatly apologize. There have been a lot of things worth my attention that I haven’t had the ability to really shoot on like I have in the past, but periodically something will come up that will have my ass tied up in knots and I can no longer hold it in, and that’s why I’m here today. Without further ado, let’s get this started.

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♠ Reality is often more sobering than Fiction ♠

“Though this nation has proudly thought of itself as an ethnic melting pot, in things racial we have always been and continue to be, in too many ways, essentially a nation of cowards.”

— Eric Holder, U.S. Attorney General.

LANSING, Mich. (JSC) — I come to you all today not as a professional journalist, a broadcaster, or any type of representative of any company, conglomerate, or organization. I simply come to you today as a 34-year-old Black Man who is tired of seeing his thoughts, his life, his feelings, and his mere existence being treated as if it is trivial. I don’t say this without some type of logic or reasoning, and there is no shortage of evidence and examples to back up what I’m saying. In the amount of time since I last joined you, two very troubling cases of White-on-Black crime have come to their conclusion (largely). The first being the acquittal of George Zimmerman in the murder of Trayvon Martin. The other, which saw 4/5 of the verdict handed down yesterday, was the case of 17-year-old Jordan Davis being shot dead by Michael Dunn, a 47-year-old software designer, on Nov. 23, 2012 in Jacksonville after Dunn rudely told Davis and his three friends to turn down the “thug music” pumping out of their SUV. An argument ensued and Dunn claimed that Davis — or somebody in the truck — pulled a 12-gauge shotgun on him and he felt his life was in danger and pumped 10 shots into the SUV, striking and killing Davis. Dunn, who was so afraid for his life moments earlier, calmly drove back to a hotel, ate some pizza, and walked his dog. Did not call the police. Did not inform authorities. And, might I add, did not actually see a gun. As the above quote from the Attorney General says, we’re still a “nation of cowards” when it comes to race, and Florida is the state that has a law that allows cowards to do what they do best. Let’s Go.

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#JSC Quickie: Potato Chips…


DETROIT (JSC) — In retrospect, I’m not at all shocked that my beloved Detroit Tigers brought back Jose Valverde last night. Seriously, when I heard that he was signed to that minor league deal three weeks ago, the writing was already on the wall. Now, did I expect Valverde to be given the hot-shot treatment right from Single-A to the closer spot? No. Not even from the Tigers who tend to follow the typical Detroit sports team mantra of giving the old guys just “one more chance” despite all common sense arguments to the contrary. Now, what’s old is new again, the Band is basically back together, and The Big Potato will be back in Detroit spitting water in 3 directions, fist-pumping, DX Chopping, and moonwalking on the mound. Or, so the Tigers hope.

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Forgetting Sarah Palin: Why Do People Still Care About This Woman…?


Whatever Happened To Bowing Out Gracefully?

“You can’t legislate intelligence and common sense into people”

— Will Rogers

DETROIT — Imagine, if you will, that you were the head coach of a basketball team. You had this unknown point guard suddenly show up on the scene. You signed the kid the day before a big game and you toss him into the lineup when you find your team in a 23-point hole in the 3rd quarter. You figure you have nothing to lose. This PG, gets on the floor with a basic grasp of the offense and runs the plays you feed him to perfection. He’s hitting teammates at the right spots. He’s running the pick-and-roll to perfection. He even made a killer 18-foot jumper off of an iso. Next thing you know, you’ve trimmed the lead to six points with that guard on the floor. Just as it seems like you are ready to make that push in the 4th to try to win the game, that damn point guard decides he’s gonna start running his own plays and goes into business for himself. He’s no longer running the offense through the post. He’s jacking up 28-foot jumpers with 14 seconds left on the shot clock. He’s leaving his man on defense. He’s trying to drive on three guys and gets his shot tossed. Next thing you know, that lead has ballooned to 28. Game over. You Lose the game…and your job. Ladies and gentlemen, this particular point guard’s jersey number was 2. The name on the back: Palin. Let’s get down to business. Continue reading Forgetting Sarah Palin: Why Do People Still Care About This Woman…?