"Isolated" my ass #PoliceRacism

Everyone chanting #ProLEO . You can cry all you want about these were the #ExceptionNotThePractice

But #DerekChauvin has had 3 police shootings, 10 complaints, & several internal complaints & SEVEN reviews by the Office of Police Conduct, filed in the last 19 years; his partner that stood guard #TouThao settled an excessive force lawsuit in 1997; and #AmyKlobuchar refused to charge any of these "bad apples," MOST SPECIFICALLY THIS SAME KILLER COP, during her career.

If it's systemic in Minneapolis & Minnesota it's systemic everywhere. If LEO & Prosecutors refuse to hold KILLERS responsible, they're at best condoning it, at worst complicit.

So don't tell me it's a few "bad apples." The whole orchard is poisoned, it's just a few that show their toxicity outwardly, the rest are just as bad.

https://www.apmreports.org/story/2019/03/25/amy-klobuchar-police-hennepin-county-prosecutor

This story tells you the full low-down on Chauvin, all his shootings, complaints, internal complaints, Civilian reviews, and reviews of Conduct by the PD.

https://www.insider.com/derek-chauvin-police-history-shootings-violence-george-floyd-2020-5

We're never really as "advanced" as we think we are...

In my venturing onto the internet, I came across an article that very quickly escalated into a Meghan Markle black or not black conversation.

Being a white girl from West Virginia, I know I am not the fount of all knowledge.

there were some who said that because Megan has a black mother and a white father that she is not black, she is only biracial. other people say because she looks mainly white that she is white and not black...

I frankly fine this whole discussion ridiculous. I responded to that post with the following long-winded slowly roundabout reasoning of why people will not give Meghan a break.

I am the first to say that I am not nuanced in black history nor the black experience...

I can, however, say that what follows below is historically accurate. I look things up read articles, did a lot more stuff than a normal person would do when making a post on a message board. But I wanted to make sure that what I said was true and not another lie passed down from generations before me.

The debate started with someone saying that black people should stop trying to claim Meghan as their own, because clearly Megan doesn't consider herself black.

And below is my long-winded roundabout response to society and the stupid question of race and treatment of a human being because of their race...

As someone from the US, if a rich white man has an affair with a black (or bi-racial, or any blood period) woman,  that child would be considered black. 

That's how the slave trade went on so long. Men would cheat on their wives with slaves, the bi-product (baby) would be considered a black slave, and all continuing offspring would be black slaves until they could finally pass for white, get their freedom and move far away from ppl who know their pedigree.

That's why we had classifications of quadroon, octaroon, sacatra, mustefino (1/16th African), Quintroon, and hexadecaroon for ppl... Never let black ppl forget they're black.

Hell, half of Thomas Jefferson's slaves were his direct descendents. 

Directing it back toward Britain, most black slaves were not "freed" until 1834, when the newly freed slaves magically converted to indentured servants with a a 12 year term. The Queen refused to apologize to one of the first black members of Parliament for slavery in as late as 1993!h Which means that black people were still oppressed, and people in this lifetime have family who were slaves.

So... Coming back to the point again. I'm sure for Royalty, as well as a good number of British subjects, 1 drop of African makes you Black...

Which leads to how the press in the UK, and according to yourselves, posts about Meghan turn into racist arguments, the one drop off blood makes you Black no matter what "color" you are. 

That seems to be the pre-occupation... Who does Meghan think she is? A black woman, with black relatives, coming into the Royal Family & changing everything. Nevermind that all new members to a family make their own contribution to the family, bring in New ideas & customs... But the vitriol directed toward Meghan seems crazy.

Meghan might not consider herself Black, but noone will let her forget it. 

I'm back!!

It's been a long three years since my father's death. My world did stop turning, and has only recently started to revolve again.

I've sort of stuck to myself a lot the last 3 years, and I find with the new Awakening of myself that there are a lot of things that I want to say.

You may not want to hear them, feel free to unfollow me if you want to, but I am finding my voice again and I want to speak. 

I'm cleaning my house and found a bunch of Supernatural stuff I'd like to sell. I'm selling it as a group, but if you only want individual pieces, I can break it up. 

 Pieces include: 18 pins (mostly Destiel & Misha), a Team Castiel Rubber bracelet, SPN air freshener, SPN temporary tattoos, a Castiel necklace (with a tie, angel wings, and salt), and an XL shirt that says "My ideal weight is Misha Collins on top of me" (I wore a similar shirt in front of Misha and he loved it).

 $30 for the bundle. 

 As we're not local, I'm willing to ship it. If it's to the US, it should only be $5 or so.

The Day the World Stopped Turning

It's been 11 days since my father died. It wasn't even a secret that he was dying. He'd been fighting cancer tooth and nail for three and a half years. But he'd rally. They're day he was going to die, and he'd get better. Sure, he wasn't eating or drinking, but he'd done that in the past, and here he still was. We were told that he's be entering Hospice on a Thursday. We made sure that his DNR was honored. I kept telling him that I loved him and it was okay to go. I did that for 6+ hours a day for 6 days. He was dying, just a bit day be day. I'd watch him struggling for breath, but part of me thought he'd somehow, some miracle would happen, and he'd get better. In the hours before his death, he reached out to me. It wasn't a grand declaration of love, he'd been unconscious for 4 days.It was a small, tiny thing by moving his feet when I played three of his favorite songs. But he was in there. I begged him one last time to go. Even still, I held out hope. Then we received the phone call shortly after midnight. He passed away. He was gone. I couldn't cry. I had wanted him to be out of pain. He told me he was tired and didn't want to do it anymore. I had to stay strong for my stepmother and my kids. I had to help plan a funeral. Had to make sure everything Dad wanted done, be done. Eleven days later. He's still gone. We've done the Memorial service. He's still gone. I read the letters he left for me in his safe. He's still gone. What am I supposed to do? My life revolved around making sure I was able to help when he needed me. He's still gone. The phone hasn't rung. I don't have any messages where Dad is telling me to call him back before he dies. I don't have any text messages of him yelling that the phone sucks and he hates it. He's still gone. I never believed he'd actually die. I believed he'd just keep going, defying science, the doctors, or even me. He's still gone. I have no idea what I'm going to do. His death has left this huge whole in my life. I can't concentrate, nothing seems to matter much anymore, How long is this feeling going to last? How long until I stop listening for his phone call? How long until I stop waiting for a text? How long until I don't feel like half my world has disappeared? How long until I can breathe without dissolving into tears? It feels like it's been months since he died, but then it feels like it was yesterday. It feels like months since I kissed him, but it's only been days. It feels like months since he told me he loved me, but it's only been days. Tomorrow, I wake up and am once again reminded... He's still gone.