Daily Archives: May 17, 2015
There are some people who love Raven Symone for being outspoken, but then there are those who simply wish she would just stop talking. This week on “The View,” Symone said that she would rather not see Harriet Tubman on the $20 bill because ” we need to move a little bit more forward.” Symone feels that Rosa Parks is a better reflection of the progress that America has made, and Tubman (“closer to the progression that we’re doing now), to Symone is just an ugly reminder of America’s racist past.
Some of the comments were strikingly informative, here’s one exchange:
Aqeel Furqan · Top Commenter ·SHE DOE’S NOT THINK SHE IS WHITE, THE MIRROR TELLS HER THE TRUTH, BUT SHE ALTERS HER APPEARANCE TO IMITATE WHAT SHE WOULD LIKE TO BE.This is a disease that too many blacks have.
Madeline Rose Why are you here on this site speaking of things you have no clue of? This is not a joke. The humanity of displaced Africans whom Raven descends from has been denied and maligned for centuries and we’ve had enough. Don’t waste your time here. Go to some other site where they make non-issues important. This would suit you far better. If you wish to learn a little something read the books “How the Irish Became White” and “The Invention of the White Race”. The idea of being White was invented, in order to control the solidarity of labor on tobacco plantations in Virginia in the 1690’s. The groups that were divided were made up of many different laborers from many different places in Europe and Africa and they were called Indentured Servants. This includes the Africans there. All of those people aligned together proved a power threat to the English in power as bond labor holders reaping huge benefits off of the tobacco industry. English, with their ancient fights with the Irish and Scottish called the Irish a race in order to justify their oppression and then spun it to apply to the Africans who had so much ancient knowledge that they were the desirable workers. When desperate Europeans came to other parts of Africa, the Native Indigenous world and Asia they NEVER met starving, homeless people with no culture. Instead, they met people with cultures and practices more ancient than Europe itself. Let’s be clear, the afro pick is 6,000 years older than the oldest thing in China and the River Ganges in India is named after and ETHIOPIAN warrior King named Ganges. Europeans and their ways are destructive. No one in the world needed Europeans for ANYTHING. It was the starving desperate homeless European whose economic system leaves things in shambles that needed everyone else.
For Raven and the others to wear this blond mess in their hair and acquiesce to a culture of propaganda that keeps pushing that we’re not good enough and that the invented idea of White is superior and we have keep being hit all the time.
One day Raven will be told by one of your kind that she’s not White and it will be a bitter revelation because this always happens. This time around, betrayed Blacks are learning to stop being so damned forgiving. The Black men that run after you are learning that they cannot transcend their Black reality by mixing with you and that the Black women who remind them of this situation are not the reason for the cop who will kick them in the head for fun and profit if they’re being paid a monetary incentive to get as many Black men into jails which are ‘for profit’ institutions. Those Black men who run behind you will learn the hard way that they cannot ignore the work that needs to be done and some will realize that they simply didn’t know what they could do to make a change. By the time, they realize this they will realize they’ve wasted time tearing apart the Black family rather than fighting to keep it going forwards.
You with your weightless reasonings don’t even realize why you are here talking nonsense about Black
idiots being okay with thinking they’re White when they malign forebearers like General Harriet Tubman who fiercely sought to end this hell for people who looked like her.
Did you genealogist and historians know this?
William Roy Hayes subjected to mustard gas in WWII had died before any of his grandkids were born. We are told he wore a wide bandage around his stomach to hold everything in place. When he was young, he was quite a cowboy. In the Sandhills, that was saying a lot.
We never got to experience this man. We didn’t get to laugh with him or listen to his stories. We never got to hug him or sit on his knee. There have been many an event in each of our lives that we missed him being a part. But…..
Thanks to the long hours, days, months and years of our researching family members, we have begun to discover what kind of people we descend from. We are learning the true essence of their spirits and characters. Additionally, by researching the political and social climate during their years, it helps us put events and reactions into proper perspective. We now understand the why and how of the family migration routes and how it was possible for our parents to meet on horseback one spring day on a 22,00-acre ranch in Cherry County, Nebraska.
Now Grampa Hayes, was born 17 Jul 1889 in Brunswick, Chariton, Missouri to Caroline Birch and Ewiel Lafayette Hayes. William Roy was their third and last child. Less than ten years later his mother Caroline died in 1897, of Chronic Gastritis. His father remarried to a lovely lady Mary Stanley by 1910. Records show that Ewiel Hayes and his new wife left the children with their maternal grandfather Joe Birch for a time. They traveled north to Nebraska to explore taking advantage of the Kincaid Act of free land to farm. The kids came later and in fact William Roy also purchased 295 acres of land near his father’s 360 acres. Uncle James came a bit later, and he bought 387 acres of land. The Hayes men realized early on that the land was poor for farming, so they invested in cattle and worked hard to etch out a living. They lived in a community of honest, hard working homesteaders, who only wanted a better life for their children and the respect from their fellow homesteaders. In the Sandhills of Nebraska, the race issue was not a card that was often played. These homesteaders knew they needed each other to make it in this harsh environment of bitterly cold winters and sandy soil that was not a farmer’s friend. In Audacious, the children were all taught together. Barns were erected by the community as the women would prepare a feast. Yes, there was a division of sorts but it was not a major negative that polarized neighbors.
Roy was remembered fondly by one of his neighbors in these stories told to me by Vickie; ” Even after he got so sick, he would sit on the front porch of their house in Valentine, and rope the kids as they ran by……they kept him busy all day…just trying to make it by without being caught. Don Colburn told me this story. When they were living north of downtown, they were on the Chaloud place about 2-3 miles west of our home. Douglas wife said that their barn was burned down at that time, and horses killed.” Another story: According to my late aunt……one especially harsh winter, many of the homesteads ran out of hay for livestock. My grandfather Tate had a slight surplus and could share. Roy Hayes was given a wagon loaded with hay. Another neighbor was given the same (white man) – later that year Roy returned with a wagon full of corn for grandfather – the other man never stopped, again. Grandfather said, “Now, you tell me which one is white!”
So when I couple these stories with the one’s my parents told us, I’m left with a real sense of William Roy Hayes. For starters, he was kind, loving and honest! Yes, I missed out being in the company of my grandfather but I’m so proud to know he was a good man. A man who’s character was above reproach, a man who was brave and loyal!
Yep, that’s my Grampa!!