Black Judge Gets Called Racial Slur, After Defendant’s Bond Is Denied

On Monday, January , 2016, an African  American Judge, denied a drug offenders bond. The defendant  hurled a racial slur during the court proceedings. Supposedly, defendant , Adam Satterly gave him another 60 days in jail. According to the footage caught inside the court from. The defendant blurts out, “Punk Ass Ni**er,” as he is outside the courtroom.

Judge Olu Stevens states to him, “Oh you just didn’t mean it like that? Well, you don’t speak those words in here. I’m going to hold you in contempt of court and give you 60 days for having used that word. It’s disrespectful and don’t ever do it again.”

This is the first time something like this has happened in Steven’s courtroom. He is now being under review for his comments alleging that big time prosecutor  only wants an “all white jury” for black cases.

Tamir, Sandra, Freddie, How Many More Do We Have To Lose?

Black-Men-Killed-By-PoliceYear after year an unforeseen tragedy happens in the black community that results in an uproar. The slain killing of an African American. Within these past couple years we have lost almost a dozen citizens due to police brutality. There are so many murders but yet these officers go without any punishment. It’s almost as if the justice system is sending out a message that it is okay to murder black men and women and get away with it. The killing of the nine individuals at the South Carolina church was hushed under the rug while the murderer can go on with his life as long as he pleads “insanity.” That in of itself is insane. Members of the “Black Lives Matter,” movement being murdered just for protesting their  rights to be seen as an equal human being in the world.

Tamir Rice, a young teen shot dead after seen playing with a toy gun, Sandra Bland murdered for what, we still don’t know. Freddie Gray, shot down just like Mike Brown, Oscar Grant, Trayvon Martin, and countless others. I don’t know what has to happen in this world before racism and violence ends. Gone, are the days when our children could play outside without fear of being killed. Everyday innocent men and women lives are being stolen away from them. Unsolved mysteries the media fails to uncover the truth about. No one will ever know what happen to young teen Kendrick Johnson who’s body was found rolled up in gym mats then later stuffed with newspapers. Somebody knows, no one is seeking to tell the truth.  NO one cares about the black community. It is far time that the black community come together to hold each other accountable. We must do something. We need to support each other. I pray that one day we can live in a world where gun violence and racism isn’t so rampant in our society. Where we don’t judge other cultures based over old stereotypes but we realize we are all one.  That we are all running one race; The Human Race.

Eight Black Churches Burned in the South

Firefighters battled a fire at the Mt. Zion AME Church in Greeleyville, South Carolina, on Tuesday, June 30, 2015. (Credit: WCIV)
Firefighters battled a fire at the Mt. Zion AME Church in Greeleyville, South Carolina, on Tuesday, June 30, 2015. (Credit: WCIV)

by Chris Rivera

With the recent burning of churches within the past few weeks people are beginning to speculate whether or not these churches are part of a hate crime or something less sinister, especially after the massacre that occurred at Charleston’s Emmanuel AME church, where Dylann Roof murdered nine of its patrons, which included its senior pastor, who was also a senator, Clementa Pickney. The massacre at the predominately black church led people to protest and demand a ban of the Confederate flag.
The first church to be reported was the Seventh Day Adventist church in Knoxville, Tennessee, which burned in the early morning of June 22nd. This church is being reported as an act of arson as reported by authorities.
The next church that went up in flames was God’s Power Church of Christ of Macon, Georgia and this occurred on June 23rd. God’s Power Church of Christ is also being labeled as arson by Georgia’s Bureau of Investigation and Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms.

A fire at Briar Creek Road Baptist Church in Charlotte, N.C., was ruled arson. Time Warner News screenshot

On June 24th Briar Creek Baptist Church in Charlotte, North Carolina buried which destroyed an educational building on the grounds. The fire caused $250,000 in damages. They are also stating that this fire was “intentionally set” said David Williams, who is Charlotte’s Fire Department Senior Investigator, when he was talking to the Associated Press.
Also on June 24th First Presbyterian Church of Fruitland in Gibson, Tennessee too was engulfed in flames. At first they thought that lighting caused the fire, but authorities are looking into the case.
On June 26th Glover Grove Baptist Church in Warrenville, South Carolina was up in flames. The pastor of Glover Grove told local media that the church has been vandalized in the past by the KKK. Authorities are still investigating the cause of the fire, and patrons of the church as saying that it can’t be an electrical problem that caused the fire since Rev. Bobby Jean Jones is a licensed electrician.
On the same day in Tallahassee, Florida, there was a fire at Miracle Temple. The investigators are saying the possible cause of the fire is exposed wires on the building.
In Elyria, Ohio, on the 27th of June, College Heights Baptist Church caught on fire. Authorities are still investigating the fire, they haven’t ruled out arson just yet.
On June 30th Mt. Zion African Methodist Episcopal was a victim to fire, which collapsed the roof of the church. Authorities are still unaware on what caused the fire. This is not the first time the church has been engulfed in flames, the churched burned down in June of 1995 by two members of the Christian Knights of the KKK.

Charleston: Thoughts during the Aftermath

By Payton Pruitt


dylan-charleston-shooting_650x400_61434642873On June 17, 2015 the country was shocked and despaired to hear about a horrific shooting at the Emanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church in Charleston, South Carolina. A white 21 year old man named Dylann Roof had killed nine people in the church, simply because they were black in a deluded attempt at “saving” his country from them. His story has sparked interest with millions of people who are surprised to hear that racism still exists. Those that are surprised, of course, are those privileged enough to avoid it and make themselves out to be good people when they really just want to avoid it altogether. This event has caused many people to call out the media on their treatment of white murderers, as they have with many crazed gunmen in the past. It has also caused people to reconsider gun control, and look into who is best suited for president based on their political stance from this event.

Many ideas and stories are being circulated in this event. One thing it is considering is banning the confederate flag, which is something that this journalist is in complete support of, though it obviously will not solve the ultimate problem. People are crying for gun control. Gun enthusiasts are demanding guns be placed in church so as to avoid this tragedy should it occur again. Those on the opposite side are demanding that guns be removed from the public entirely, and only given to those in positions of security and defense. There are those crying for the end of racism, and there are those crying for the killer to say that he was only a troubled youth that didn’t know any better. This is not true as those who say it simply do not wish to believe that one of their own could commit such heinous acts in the name of a nauseatingly disgusting cause.

During this time, it is important to look over these thoughts and figure out what the best solution might be so as to prevent this tragedy. The answer is not gun control, nor is it removing the symbols of racism. The answer is education, ending ignorance and bigotry by showing one another who they are killing. Roof believes that he killed potential rapists and enemies of the state – When questioned about his actions by Tywanza Sanders, who tried to talk him down, Roof said, “I have to do it. You rape our women and you’re taking over our country. And you have to go.” He did not think that he was killing pastors like Doctor Depayne Middleton, Daniel Simmons, and Clementa C. Pinckney, or Sharonda Coleman-Singleton. He did not think that he was killing members of the church like the sexton Ethel Lee Lance, or the bible study teacher Myra Thompson, or even members of the bible study like Cynthia Marie Graham Hurd, Susie Jackson, and her nephew Tywanza Sanders. He refused to see them as human, and so in his bigotry, he killed them.

Much of the media is trying to make him out as a deluded young soul that lost his way; that was once an innocent child who could do no wrong. The victims were also once innocent children, but they don’t seem as important as the one that held the gun. A hate crime is always quick to garner attention, as well it should, but when the focus is placed more on the killer than the victims, one can’t help but worry about the state of mind when it comes to the people of the United States.

Much of the audience is also trying to promote gun control or gun distribution. They either say that guns should be banned, or they should be easier for the public to have so that they can protect themselves and prevent this from happening ever again. When a rampaging maniac is intent on killing a group of people, no gun bans or laws will stop them. This is an unfortunate truth that should be faced.

Another unfortunate truth is that many are realizing that what their ancestors believed over a century ago is still very much practiced, even though it is considered to be disgusting and part of the mindset of the lowest scum of the earth. The world has not moved on from its racism. It has only taken a different form, which can still turn into the stomach-turning hatred that it once did when the Ku Klux Klan was at its peak.

It is important that the next generation of potential racists, those who are privileged enough to believe they can avoid it, to know that it still very much exists. That it is still out there and hurting, killing innocent people. It is important for them to be educated, as well as others to know that it should not be supported, that stereotypes should be avoided, and that one should accept people at their individual levels, rather than accepting all races as a whole. While this journalist is a great supporter of the idea of everyone being on equal ground, it is important to recognize the differences in how those people became equal. It is important to recognize any struggles they may have gone through to be considered human.

This article has taken quite a political, if not very sentimental standpoint. This event is just one of many in the overarching discovery of racism being alive and well. It has sparked many ideas and inspired others to take action against this way of thinking. People are rising up, they want the voices of those that have been stifled to be heard. The upcoming generation is one that will fight for human rights that will do what they can to make sure that there will never have to be another fight, there will never have to be another hatred-filled attack, and they will never have to see people struggle simply for being who they are.

It may not be the best message for this article, but it is always important to hope for the future. No matter what.


South Carolina Church Will Not Let Evildoer Stop Them

By Chris Rivera

white-supremacy-charleston-shootingOn Wednesday, June 17th, South Carolina fell victim to heinous crime. Dylan Roof, age 21, walked into a Bible study at Emmanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church in Charleston around 8pm ET. There, it’s been reported that he walked into the church and asked for the pastor, the pastor being kind enough, welcomed Mr. Roof into his congregation.

Snapchat video also shows Mr. Roof sitting at the table with a small group. Many people within the church tried to get this young man to participate in their Bible study. He then began to argue with the participants as they discussed scripture. After an hour of being there Mr. Roof stood up and pulled out a gun. It is reported that one participant, Tywanza Sanders, tried to talk him out of the violence he was about to commit, telling him, “You do not have to do this.” The gunman responded, “Yes. You are raping our women and taking over the country.”

He then proceeded to take aim at one of the oldest members within the Bible Study, Susie Jackson, 87. It was at this moment that Susie Jackson’s nephew, Mr. Sanders pleaded that Mr. Roof point the gun at him instead, but the gunman answered, “It doesn’t matter. I’m going to shoot all of you.”

Eight people were killed at Emmanuel African Methodist Episcopal, the ninth person died at the hospital. Six were women and three were men. They were shot at close range, officials said, rather than a random spray of gunfire from across the room. The victims were:

  • Cynthia Hurd, 54, a librarian from the Charleston County Public Library.
  • Rev. Clementa Pinckney, 41, a Senator from South Carolina since 2000. He had also been a pastor since the age of 18.
  • Rev. Sharonda Coleman-Singleton, 45, a speech therapist and coach of the girls’ track and field team at Goose Creek High School.
  • Tywanza Sanders, 26,
  • Ethel Lance, who had worked at the church for 30 years
  • Susie Jackson, 87, Lance’s cousin who was named by a relative and was a longtime church member
  • Rev. Depayne Middleton, a mother of four, minister and fixture in the church choir.
  • Myra Thompson, 59
  • Rev. Daniel Simmons Sr., 74

At least two people survived the attack. One was a five-year-old who listened to her grandmother’s advice when she told her to play dead. Another was a woman who was spared and told, “’I’m not going to kill you, I’m going to spare you, so you can tell them what happened.”

On a website that may be linked to Dylan Roof, the Last Rhodesian, list a manifesto where it states that, “I chose Charleston because it is most historic city in my state, and at one time had the highest ratio of blacks to Whites in the country. We have no skinheads, no real KKK, no one doing anything but talking on the internet. Well someone has to have the bravery to take it to the real world, and I guess that has to be me.”

Also in the manifesto, it mentions how the Trayvon Martin case inspired his views on white supremacy, “The event that truly awakened me was the Trayvon Martin case. I kept hearing and seeing his name, and eventually I decided to look him up. I read the Wikipedia article and right away I was unable to understand what the big deal was. It was obvious that Zimmerman was in the right. But more importantly this prompted me to type in the words ‘black on White crime’ into Google, and I have never been the same since that day.”

On Thursday morning, 14 hours after the deadly shooting, Mr. Roof was arrested about 245 miles away in Shelby, North Carolina. Debbie Dills spotted Mr. Roof’s black Hyundai sedan and called the police as she followed him for 35 miles. The police stopped his vehicle at 10:44am at a traffic stop. He was arrested and in his possession he had a gun, although law enforcement wasn’t sure if it was the same gun used in the deadly shooting. After the arrest Roof waived his extradition rights and was put on a plane from North Carolina.

As Roof entered the jail a fifteen-year-old boy from North Charleston held a sign that read, “Your evil doing did not break our community! You made us stronger!”

On Sunday, Emmanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church once again opened their doors and became a house of worship. They did not let this horrific scene stop them as they held service at 9:30am. During the prayers Rev. Norvel Goff reminded the church that, “No evildoer, no demon in hell or on Earth can close the doors of God’s church.”

Emmanuel African Methodist Episcopal Church has been present within Charleston since 1816, it was led by free slaves, who broke away to form their own congregation. It is also the oldest black congregation south of Baltimore, and was burned to ground in the 1820s, and rebuilt a decade later.



Re-segregation: A Step in the Wrong Direction

It is impossible not to notice the racial tensions that are growing within the United States as many Black Americas are enduring hardships and navigating their pent-up anger from the accumulation of racial injustices. Black Americans are justified in being fed up with how this country has handled race relations; however, to gain any substantial progress it is essential for the current generation to act wisely and deliberately as did the Civil Rights leaders of the past.  It is imperative that as Americans we understand that hate will not produce love, and that re-segregation will not get rid of inequalities. Recently I read an article on re-segregation where the basis of the article was simply stating that the author was for re-segregation because it would help specific racial communities flourish if that specific racial group were to simply ban together and exclude other racial groups. I disagree with this perspective for various reasons:

1). If people were to re-segregate, than the lines of communication and understanding would close.

It is sociologically proven that people naturally form prejudices, which are reinforced by a person’s social environment such as school, family, neighborhood, media etc. As a result of individual being shaped by society and close individuals around them, prejudices are naturally taught to them. This can be seen through certain images shown in the media such as the “dangerous Black male thug”, or racist jokes or memes told between friends. Such prejudices have real consequences as we have seen in current news headlines about racial profiling. Since people naturally form prejudices, the only way a prejudice can be refuted is by open dialogue and communication. It is known that in this society many fear Black men and women. If Blacks re-segregate, how will people realize that not all Black men and women are loud, angry, criminals looking for a fight? It is up to Blacks and all people of color to desegregate to therefore show that they are kind, intelligent, hardworking and trustworthy just like other racial groups that have those character traits automatically assigned to them. The only reason why the American Society has come so far in regards to racism is because institutionalized segregation was taken down for the most part. During the times where segregation was the norm, black people had no voice. If Blacks re-segregate, than we risk losing our voice. People learn through communication and new interactions and therefore if we de-segregate as much as possible we can reeducate those who accept the lies fed to them from the media and other social influences.

2). Re-segregation rejects everything that many during the 20th century Civil Rights Era fought for.

People gave their lives to eradicate segregation because they personally knew the negative effects it had on communities of color. If people segregate again, it will make it easier for institutionalized racism to perpetuate itself. Since power in this country is still with the White American majority, the images and ideas that are released into society are still controlled by those in power. This means that people of color will continue to not have equal representation or equal access to resources as the white majority does. Re-segregating would only make it easier for those in power to keep people of color down. The phrase “divide and conquer” comes to mind. If those in power are successful in dividing people of color against each other, than there will be no substantive progress. The Civil Rights Era as well as during the times of slavery had people from many racial backgrounds fight for equality. People of color as well as white Americans gave up their lives for racial equality. During those times of everyone (people of color and whites) banning together against institutionalized racism is when the Civil Rights movements were most productive.MEMORY B 08

3). Practice of “racial love” only helps to perpetuate racism.

I read an article explaining how an Asian man only would conduct business with other Asians, which therefore meant that he was practicing “Asian love”. I strongly disagree with this reasoning. Let’s put things into perspective. If a white store owner said “I only conduct business with white business owners”, he would obviously be looked at as a racist, all people of color need to be careful in not doing the same. Doing business with someone should not be contingent or race in general. People should do business with whomever meets the professional qualifications for the job. Hiring anyone or excluding anyone on the basis of race is discrimination.

By being inclusive, people naturally become exclusive. The solution is not to become more inclusive, however less inclusive to give everyone with the talent a chance to be successful. If we take the logic of “Black love, Mexican love, Asian love etc.” and to “engage business only with our own race” than can we really blame whites for doing so all throughout American History. People have already applied the concept of doing business only with “their own”, which is why there is such inequality in the United States today.

4). Desegregation has never fully been accomplished, which is why to some it may seem that desegregation has not worked.

Contrary to popular belief, segregation still exist in the United States, and is still very evident in a variety of social settings. Like I stated before, I attend Sacramento State, which is arguably one of the most diverse campuses in the United States. With this said, I still observe segregation every day. The segregation that I observe is not forced, however chosen by the people who knowingly or unknowingly engage in self-segregation. An example of what I am talking about is how although a campus may have diverse demographics, many tend to spend time with and engage in activities with members of the same race. In order for desegregation to truly be successful, the American society must first truly desegregate, and by doing so it would truly breed a greater understand and a collective push for equality.


Instead of re-segregating, communities need to unite, and not on the basis of race. The problem does not lie in being desegregated, however it lies in the fact that many have adopted the mindset of looking out only for “me and mine” rather than looking to see how they can help those around them and increase the standard of living for all. It is dangerous to believe that in the United States racial groups should simply stick together. The concept of re-segregation should not be adopted because it puts the solution on turning inwards and banning together. To adequately produce a greater understanding open communication with all racial groups is essential to produce lasting results that work for the good of everyone.

I believe that the authors of the articles I have read are actually trying to address a different problem that is within the Black community. Members of the black community should not pull each other down like crabs in a barrel, but rather up lift and support each other. An example of what I mean can be seen in numerous real world examples such as skin tone and hair texture.

Growing up, I have heard many men exclaim “I only date light-skinned Black girls”. This single phrase works to tear down some black members and elevate others within the Black community, and is therefore problematic because it illustrates a blatant rejection of Black qualities such as dark skin, while reaching towards physical White attributes such as light skin.

I read an interesting book by Beverly Tatum called “Why Are all of the Black Kids Sitting Together in the Cafeteria?”. In her book she stated how spending time with members of your own race is beneficial, however it ultimately depends on the motives. If a person is exclusively spending time with their own race to simply reject all that is associated with another race, than it is counterproductive. However, if a person decides to spend some time with members of their own race to encourage each other regarding racial struggles, than it is beneficial.

Black Americans should share who they are with those who do not understand them, or with those who only know the Black stereotypes shown to them in the media . Doing so would debunk the fearful and negative stereotypes that people have about the black community and in result breed acceptance and understanding from all racial groups. To sum it up, open communication is key, and communication comes from de-segregation and seeking multiracial interactions.

As racial tensions increase in this country, it is important to not self-segregate, but to show the love of Jesus to everyone. To love your enemies and to forgive as we have been forgiven. There is evil in this world, however the Bible says:


Reflections of 2014 & Why I Now Support Segregation



2014 was a strange year to be Black. We had Ferguson, Eric Garner, and so many others that I’ve officially lost count. There were marches, demonstrations, and riots. Some protests were peaceful; some, not so much. Through all of this hurt, pain, and mass confusion, I realized something very controversial, yet powerful: I believe in segregation.

I know you’re probably reading this and wondering if you misread what I wrote. The answer is, “No, you didn’t.” I said that I believe in segregation. I believe that the only way for Black people to not only survive, but to thrive, is for us to segregate. Now, don’t get me wrong. I’m no racist, and I certainly mean no harm or ill will towards any other race. I am, however, more concerned with the health and wealth of the Black community than any other community, and I do not see it as racist to love and care for oneself above all others. I see it as wisdom. Besides, every other race does the same thing anyway; we (Black people) are the only ones who haven’t gotten hip to the game. Instead, we’ve let others manipulate us into feeling bad about choosing our own above all others. We’ve foolishly fallen into the lie of reversed racism, a lie that dooms us to inclusion and accommodation at our own expense. In short, we’ve been bamboozled!

I read an article awhile ago about an Asian businessman in the hair care industry. He was speaking about how he often heard complaints from Black people about him (and other Asians) shutting them out of the hair care industry by only choosing to conduct business with other Asians. His response completely changed the lens in which I viewed the situation. In responding, the man said that he had no issues and meant no harm towards Black people. He said that he was simply looking out for the best interests of his people; he called it practicing “Asian love.” He said that he could have done more business with Blacks but doing that would be at the expense of other Asian business owners, which, according to him, would not be practicing Asian love. Finally, he dropped the greatest nugget of knowledge in the entire response. He said that Blacks should help and support each other, in effect, practice Black love, instead of complaining about other people not giving them opportunities. After reading this article and seeing the current state of the Black community at large (not the small pockets of affluence that some like to tout as wholly representative of the race), I began to craft my beliefs about our need to segregate.

Consider this: The Greenwood community in Tulsa, OK, known as The Black Wall Street was the most affluent Black community that America has ever known prior to the 1921 Holocaust that destroyed it. (If you don’t believe me or haven’t heard, then do a quick google search, and you’ll see.) Within this community, Blacks owned every type of industry, even their own airplanes in the early 20th century. It was bigger than Atlanta or any other chocolate city that you’ve ever imagined. The Black owned industries were so affluent and top flight that White citizens in the same city had to come to the Black community of Greenwood to receive quality services. And this was all prior to 1921!

The important part of the Greenwood model, however, is that all of the Black people fully supported these industries. They ate at Black restaurants, watched movies in the Black movie theaters, bought their clothes at the Black retailers, and supported every other Black industry/service in Greenwood. (Of course, during this time, they had to because of segregation.) In being segregated and, thereby, exclusively supporting their own, however, they were able to accrue wealth for their community.

This is exactly what the Black community needs to do today, but not because the government has forced us to do it. We should do it for the health and wealth of our community; we should practice Black love. An economist once told me that a dollar has to circulate seven times in a community in order for that community to gain money. That means that a person would need to frequent seven establishments in one community to contribute to its wealth. So take a second and think of how many Black owned establishments that you frequent. No shade, but nearly every time I see an Asian, they are driving a Honda, Kia, or a Hyundai. Why…because they are supporting Asian brands. They are practicing Asian love, and they are not the only ones to do this. Nearly every other race of people supports its own, but we have been tricked into believing that doing so is racist.

Those who have been behind this lie have a vested interest in it. Just think: The buying power of the Black community would make it the 11th richest nation in the world. Presently, we are using those resources to advance the communities of those who oppress us. In short, we are funding our own oppression by not investing in our own communities and, instead, investing in others. Think about how our communities would look if we invested in our own, if we practiced Black love. Think about how it would look if it spread from America to Africa and other Black communities in the diaspora. Imagine the power. We wouldn’t worry about cops in Ferguson because we would have our own police departments staffed with people who have a vested interest in our community. We wouldn’t have to fight for equal rights because we would have our own seats at the table and control our own destiny.

So, yes, I say it loud and proud. “I believe in segregation.” In a perfect world, we wouldn’t need it. We would truly be judged as Dr. King outlined in his “I Have A Dream” speech. The world, however, is far from perfect, and I am a realist. So in the words of George Wallace (although for an entirely different purpose), I say, “Segregation now, segregation tomorrow, segregation forever!”

Black Lives Matter-Police Brutality In America

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On Monday, November 24, 2014, the world awaited the outcome of a grand jury hearing on the murder of 18-year-old Michael Brown, who was shot down by Ferguson, Mo., police officer Darren Wilson. The verdict of this hearing, which was held to determine whether Wilson would be indicted for the shooting, was that Wilson would not be prosecuted. It could not have come at a worse time.

The people in the town of Ferguson are crying out in pain and anger because yet another unarmed black male was shot down due to a racial injustice. The pain may never go away but the memory will forever go on.

It is a sad state in America when men and women cannot walk down the streets anymore without fear of being harassed by a cop who has yet again abused his power and authority. The ones truly affected by this travesty are the parents of Michael Brown. They have to live every day without their son.

This is not just a racial issue, but a humanitarian issue. Until society comes together as one we will continue to have these injustices. We have to get past the pain and unite together, but rioting and looting will not change how we are viewed in this world. We cannot burn down our towns and businesses to eradicate the unfairness we’ve faced.

It is true, Darren Wilson not being indicted was not fair, but what has happened in Ferguson will not change anything. This shows us at an all-time low. It shows ignorance and calamity in the black community. This is not the way to remember our fallen victims.

We need to band together and rationalize how we can come together as people. We need to educate ourselves and run our own businesses, and create our own police force if the ones sent to protect us are doing us more harm than good. The moment mothers and fathers worry about sending their children off to school or to the store and wonder if they will come back home, we know there is something seriously wrong in the justice system and in America, period.

Michael Brown, Trayvon Martin, Emmett Till, Oscar Grant and countless others will never be forgotten; but until we come together to try and change our justice system which has failed, things will stay the same. We must learn to become the change that we want.

Although it appears that black lives are not a matter of importance in America, we must learn to love and value ourselves and want to do better in this world. We need to know that we are important, we matter and we can make things happen in our society

Police Brutality –Black Lives Matter

The Bigot’s Goodbye

A short story by YUV Contributor Randy Russell


Every time I go to the store, there’s one on a magazine cover, or they work in the store.  Hell, sometimes when I buy some foods, they’re on the damn cover of the box. But worse of all, one’s our president. Yet niggers still complain about everything. Makes me fucking sick.

I work with them. Only time I ever have to interact with one is in meetings or when we both so happen to be in the bathroom together. We should take all of them, and put them on one other planet so then maybe things could go a little more smoothly with a pure planet again. It makes me smile to think of that.

My boss happens to be one too, Julius Elliot. That’s a nigger name if I didn’t say so myself. He knew I didn’t like him or his kind. But he could never get rid of me. I’m Wendell Jackson, and even though I’m black, don’t mean I can’t hate my own race.

This is usually the night that my daughter calls me, so I make sure I get home early and pass the ‘homeys’ outside on the curb, doing nothing just standing there wasting time. Shooting each other. Keep going, you’re not doing it fast enough.

It makes me sick that even though they complain about silly ass white people are holding them down, or look at them wrong, or some shit like that, they’re putting themselves in a box because they’re too afraid to succeed, they don’t want to try. They want to sell dope,  gangbang and pimp women because it’s the ‘nigga’ thing to do. Well go on ahead. I won’t be a part of it. I stay out of everyone’s way and live my life. As I sit at my desk writing my report for the magazine, Mr. Elliot walks by my desk.

“May I see you in my office, Mr. Jackson?” says Mr. Elliot. “Why not?” I tell him. I stand up, following him down to the office. We go into his wannabe hip office as he sits behind his kiss ass desk to scold me about God knows what. “Do you have a problem with me, with this job?” He asks me. “No not at all.

I love my job,” I tell him.

“Then what’s with the constant attitude and standoffish behavior towards so many of your employees at this ad agency?”

“I don’t like you people,” I tell him straight up. He looks at me with a confused look like I should be on his side.

“You people?” He asks. “Yes you people. The black race. It angers me that I’m stuck in a world where because of how you act, I am criticized and ridiculed for no reason. In media, in movies and in real life” I tell him.

“Do you hear yourself? You’re a black man, and you’re speaking to me like this?” says Mr. Elliot.

I don’t want to hear it. I’m over this conversation.

“Mr. Elliott, I bet you’ve been through more women than an NBA player. Kids by two different women, priors, and a large drinking problem. But because you twisted the system, and hustled some money, you opened up an Ad firm where even though you do the books, that nice car outside is probably the reason so many lay offs have been made. Once a nigga, always a nigga. Isn’t that what ya’ll say?” I tell him. He just looks at me.

“Grab your things, you’re fired,” He tells me.

At first I think he’s kidding until he turns away from me to go through paperwork.

“Wait, you’re kidding right. You can’t fire me, you need me,” I say.”

“I’ll find another,” He tells me.

He turns back to his paperwork. I sit there truly blown away. Yes what I said was harsh to a nigger like him, but it was the honest truth. I don’t bother anybody, I do my job thoroughly, yet because he has some power, he’s using it to get rid of a real African like me. Well what the fuck ever.

“Go fuck yourself Mr. Elliot,” I tell him. I get up, slamming his door as hard as I can. I walk through the office, all eyes are on me. I don’t care. Everyone can go fuck themselves right about now. As I collect my things, I yell every screwed up racial slur I know for niggers to let them have a piece of my mind. Security guards appear to escort me out. I guess now I can go home and collect unemployment and not get a job like other niggers. Good riddance to this place. Maybe I can work from home. Safer that way and less chance someone will ask me for fifty cents so they can get a Swisher to smoke up the ten dollars they have.

I walk into my small house. It is very clean, tidy, and not niggerish. I refuse. No pictures of strong black people, rappers or porn stars on my wall. I don’t have three video game systems connected to an overly loud and big TV. Stupid niggers. I also don’t have an assortment of ashtrays with Newport buds and blunt roaches filled to the brim of each of them.

Niggers are a breed of their own.

My answering machine is not blinking. That’s strange. Tasha always calls me. This is not like her. She must’ve gotten tied up with work and school. She’s not like other black girls that spend their days in the city human resources offices, talking at the top of their lungs while real people keep to themselves so that they can get actual business done and don’t bother anyone. Tasha is far from that, I raised her right.

Dinner consists of leftover spaghetti and garlic bread, with tossed salad that I whipped up from the other night. It was quiet, just like I like it.

After having a quick Vodka Tonic. I turn in. Today was a long day that I want to forget. I crawl into bed turning the light off. It takes me a second to go to sleep. I keep hearing a creaking sound, but it’s probably the niggers across the way doing their nigger things. So I doze off.  Something is on my face, I assume it’s my blanket. I look to the clock in my room. It reads ‘1:05’. I flick whatever is on my face off. But as quick as a bolt of lightning, I feel it again. I turn the light on in my room, this is where I begin to freak out.

Dozens of tarantulas are all over my bed. I jump up like a scared girl screaming and throwing a fit. How’d they get into my house? I look to see that they are all over the ground, and even my walls. I take back that comment about the dozens, there are hundreds of these eight legged bastards.

As I walk over as many of the tarantulas as I can, I get to the door of my room. Before I can open the door, a figure with a mask pulls out a syringe and injects me in the neck. I black out before I hit the floor.

My vision is very blurry before I come to. I try getting up but realize that my ankles and wrists are taped up and I’m gagged. Home invasion is all I can think. Someone is trying to rob me for everything I have. I begin screaming under the gag until the dark figure walks out to me. He takes his mask off to reveal Mr. Elliot. Son of a bitch. I begin screaming even louder. He walks over, covering my mouth to lower the sounds of my screams.

“Now, now. We wouldn’t want to wake the neighbors would we?” He tells me. I scream even more now until he punches me in the gut, rendering me powerless to do anything.

“You said some mighty bold things today in the office. Things, I would think are bullshit to be honest. You think you know every black person huh? Every black is a nigger right?” He asks me. I try to come to, but I cannot breathe through the gag.

He takes a sharp bowie knife out, cutting my pajama top to reveal my gut. “I grew up  in a rough household. My mother was an addict, and my father, was never there. It was just me and my sister. So you know what I did at age thirteen? I got a job to support my sister and I because my mother wasn’t going to do this. I did all of this while going to school, and taking college courses to get my business license. But I pimp women right?” He tells me.

He takes the bowie knife and cuts me deep. He covers my mouth as I scream some more. The pain is excruciating. I can feel it in my back. Blood begins covering my stomach.

Mr. Elliot goes to his bag to pull out a jar. He walks it over to show me that it is filled with thousands of red fire ants.

“After I got my business license, I opened a small Ad agency with just three people, and it became what it is today. And yes I like Hip Hop and R&B, and dress hip like the young people in this world. It’s because I like it. I’m not out killing people or dope dealing or whatever the hell you said I was doing. Also, I have a strong love for God’s creatures, and I love learning about all the things that they can do. Take these red ants for instance. They love blood, they gravitate towards it, it’s a huge meal for them. So an open wound is like all you can eat night at the China Buffet. I’ll show you,” Mr. Elliot says.

I start to scream as he covers my mouth. He opens the jar, pouring the ants onto my open wound. I feel their little bodies crawling into my stomach, and attacking my wound. The worse feeling in the world. Mr. Elliot sits there looking at me. No emotion in his face like this doesn’t faze him at all. Tears begin dripping down my face. I want to fight back, but that is virtually impossible.

“We’re almost done Wendell. We’re almost done. Hold on,” He  says. He walks over to his bag pulling out a small box with holes in them. He cautiously pulls out a King Cobra snake. The king of all snakes. He walks over to me once more.

“I learned to be a snake tamer in India when I went on a vacation. Yes, niggers who work hard can go to India. This bad boy can kill you with one bite. I call him Percy. So long story short Wendell, before you go accusing ‘black’ people of being all in the same class and all that shit. Make sure you get your facts straight. Because this ‘nigger’, just took one of the most ignorant niggers, out of the picture,” Mr. Elliot tells me.

That’s it. There’s nothing I can do at this point. Mr. Elliot lets Percy go. He slithers towards me. Paying the ants no mind. He goes straight for my neck and lashes out. The pain of his fangs subdues me to the point, I can’t even scream out. The cold feeling of my body shutting down begins to take over. Percy slithers back to Mr. Elliot who carefully picks him up, putting him back into his box. Mr. Elliot packs up all of his things and walks towards me.

“I’ll send Tasha flowers,” He tells me. He walks out of my place. I lie on the ground paralyzed, dying from the venom put in me, plus the ants having a field day on my stomach, now only death is on my mind, what a way to end my day.

The End.


Black America: A Documentary Film

Documentary Filmmaker Randall Rydell Russell
Documentary Filmmaker Randall Rydell Russell


Sacramento Filmmaker Randall Rydell Russell brings us a documentary about the struggles and search for hope in America when people still judge by the color of our skin. Black America will be released later this year.