I ain't gone lie, that Leslie Jones bit on SNL was hilarious!  Seriously, that shit was funny as hell and well performed but most important...truthful.  Be that as it may, it was still COONING.  What's so sad about it is that it still shows and proves that my people still have not got it together.  We still are a "broken-in" people whose future seems to be obviously the cause of the next amendment to be repealed which is the 13th. Every damn time, seems like it'll never change or at least get better.  This brings me to the question; what would the real Jim Crow would have done to Thomas Rice if he'd known this would be his legacy.  I believe it's safe to say he would have killed Rice.  Can you blame him?

     Yes, Jim Crow was a real brotha who grew up in New Orleans LA and was sold quite a few times.  He ended up in Louisville KY where he worked as a stable hand in his late 60 early 70's.  Jim Crow got his limp and shoulder injury for being flogged, beaten and chained.  He's part of the Louisiana plantation tradition called the Dirty Dozens.  This is the origin of Rap not Hip-Hop.  Hip-Hop was created by DJ Kool Herc Nov. 12 1972 in South Bronx NY.  Rap was not an element of Hip-Hip until 1975.  It was created in New Orleans (Congo Square) the year 1720 from runaway slaves who were sold as 12 for the price of one.  Slaves back then wanted peace on the plantations, so did their masters.  They came up with an agreement that allowed slaves to have a week off at the end of the month.  This is how you got all that good music and great food from my hometown.  

Interview with Luna Charles

Director of Hardcastle Enterprises Corp. and Author

I attempted suicide after losing so horribly.  She brought me home after she fired me.  At the time I thought it was because she was being nice and was concerned.  Now I know it was to inspect my living arrangements and confirm her cruel judgment. 

I am not one of those people that share at work, at least not about my private life.  I grew up the first born grandchild of nineteen.  All our parents worked and all were professionals.  My grandmother was our daycare provider and she made sure that we were being prepared for the working world.   Fifteen of my cousins are male, so I was taught from day one how to work like a man in a man’s world.  It is really not that hard, you don’t talk about home stuff, you don’t talk about much at all, and you never show any emotion at work. 

When I started this series of interviews many cautioned me that black people would not want to talk to me. Wrong. As a matter of fact, after I started sending out emails, expressing my intentions to write about these issues, the positive response was overwhelming.

To be honest, people of color talked to me a long time ago, in various workplace settings. I remember vividly one lady who was a nurse and who told me -- wiping her tears -- that she was refused work because some would not accept a black woman as a caregiver. Or, when we were showing puppies, I was asked by a visibly embarrassed woman if her biracial child was allowed to play with them. Many similar scenarios have haunted me for years.

     On another infamous social site this picture was posted.  It got about 1900 hits with half the number of comments, cool if you want to be popular.  What's just as disturbing is the captions that came with the photo.  

Interview with Dr. Will Moreland

America’s #1 Leadership Life Trainer

   The Black Man as a Protector

There is an old Romanian saying similar to, “It is only the dead who do not return.”  Indeed, in the aftermath of tragedy and life loss there is nothing we can do for the person who is no longer with us.

In the aftermath of a painful truth about the death of an American boy on an American shore, I taught my racial psychology class, and the irony did not escape us last night. It is in the pre-holiday spirit where the teacher does not want to teach; the students do not want to learn. Early dismissal and goodbye. But it just doesn't go down that way. ...

In a convoluted sense, I truly understand the “Stand Your Ground” law in Florida. Poor Trayvon Martin’s fiancé will just have to find another American dream—of love, family, and her pursuit of happiness. For the rest of us, we will go on until the next atrocity, the next isolated event. But for her, and Trayvon’s family, trust me, this is a "shattered glass," a holocaust. I don’t want to self-aggrandize here, but I have been studying history keenly lately. Just last night I taught my Advanced Topics class: The Psychology of Racism about how the poison of race hatred is hidden nowadays. Aversive racism is the inner biases that hide behind the outer shell of right political thinking.

It is ironic that I teach this course, and I have a confession: “As a result of mental disturbance from my experiences during the atomic wars... I was a willing subject of Goldstein's influence. I was stubborn and egocentric. I went into the proletarian zones...  I had sex with prostitutes. I deliberately contracted syphilis.” The Orwellian quote here I offer to the defense of Mr. Zimmerman, in the present, as yet, non-case, in Florida if ever he would face prosecution. If ever he were forced to stand down.