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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Charles In Charge: The Birth of the New People’s Champ


And then a Hero Comes Along…♠

“I knew something was wrong when a little, pretty white girl ran into a black man’s arms. Something is wrong here. Dead giveaway. DEEEEAD GIVEAWAY!” — Charles Ramsey.

DETROIT (JSC) — In this internet crazy age, things go viral faster than Chicken Pox in a pre-school. It is virtually impossible during a given day to avoid the latest internet pablum that spreads like wildfire. Whether it’s a stray #hashtag on Twitter, to an innocuous trending topic, to one of a multitude of ridiculously hilarious memes on Facebook & Instagram, to some ridiculous YouTube video trend that gets way out of control (see: Shake, Harlem), you couldn’t avoid this crap if you tried. Some of the most notorious are the man-on-the-street TV interviews that eventually find their way onto YouTube. I think we all know someone who uncorks the obnoxiously overplayed “Ain’t nobody got time fo’ dat!” from last year’s Tennessee internet “superstar” Sweet Brown. Others remember Antoine Dodson, 2011’s internet champ, getting everywhere with the “Hide Yo’ Kids. Hide Yo’ Wife” and managing to parlay it into such things as free tickets to a UFC Event at the Palace of Auburn Hills. Every so often, however, some absolute Gold falls from the heavens. Something that is the perfect combination of topical, unbelievable, and brimming with soundbytes. That’s where Charles Ramsey comes in. This dude’s startling act of heroism yesterday in Cleveland — and the subsequent interview for the ages — has made him an unexpected superstar and proved that regardless of who you are or how you look, you can still be a true champion. Let’s Go.

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