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Robert Weston Smith, the radio DJ known as Wolfman Jack – America

Robert Weston Smith, the radio DJ known as Wolfman Jack, was born on this day in 1938. His raspy voice, howls and irreverent asides as he would intro and outre songs on XERF, a 250,000 watt radio station in Ciudad Acuna, Mexico that blasted its signal across a large portion of the United States, made him a radio legend. He would later relocate to XERB, a 50,000 watt station in Southern California and then Minneapolis, but he continued recording shows for the Mexican station that operated at 5x the power output US stations were permitted to transmit at.
On January 21 in 1968, Jimi Hendrix cut what many consider the best cover song ever recorded, his version of Dylan’s All Along The Watchtower. The session included Brian Jones of the Rolling Stones and Traffic’s Dave Mason on guitar, and Jimi played bass as well as lead guitar on the track.
Soul man Jackie Wilson had a heart attack while performing in New Jersey on this day in 1984. He went into a coma and passed away eight years later.
Aerosmith’s Joe Perry received the Les Paul Award today in 2017.

Robert Weston Smith, the radio DJ known as Wolfman Jack.


Janis Lyn Joplin was born on this day in Port Arthur, Texas in 1943.

Janis Lyn Joplin was born on this day in Port Arthur, Texas in 1943.

A combination of alcohol and heroin would cut her career and life short in October, 1970. Pearl, just her 4th album, would be released posthumously just before what would have been her 28th birthday in 1971. Though tragic, her early death was not all together shocking given her hard, fast lifestyle and frequent periods of heavy drug and alcohol abuse.
The death of another Rocker born on January 19th (1949) did come as a shock. The always sharp dressed and clean cut singer Robert Palmer died after suffering a heart attack at 54 in a Paris hotel room in September, 2003.
Musicians lost on this day include pioneering Rocker Carl Perkins (1998) and the legendary Wilson Pickett (2006).
On 1/19/1993, a reunited Fleetwood Mac performed at Bill Clinton’s inauguration. Aerosmith’s Steven Tyler took a seat as a judge on this night in 2011 on the opening show of the 10th season of American Idol.

Texas America
Janis Joplin

Something for all of us to think about on Veteran’s Day, Memorial Day or any day for that matter especially if we are not in the best of “spirits”.🕊🕊

Something for all of us to think about on Veteran’s Day, Memorial Day or any day for that matter especially if we are not in the best of “spirits”.

A Doctor Speaks

When you take a little time to get to know someone in passing, you learn that everyone has a story to tell–

I am a doctor specializing in Emergency Medicine in the Emergency Departments of the only two military Level One trauma centers. They are both in San Antonio, TX, and they care for civilian emergencies as well as military personnel. San Antonio has the largest military retiree population in the world living here because of the location of these two large military medical centers. As a military doctor in training for my specialty, I work long hours and the pay is less than glamorous.

One tends to become jaded by the long hours, lack of sleep, food, family contact and the endless parade of human suffering passing before you. The arrival of another ambulance does not mean more pay, only more work.

Most often, it is a victim from a motor vehicle crash. Often it is a person of dubious character who has been shot or stabbed. With our large military retiree population, it is often a nursing home patient.

Even with my enlisted service and minimal combat experience in Panama, prior to medical school, I have caught myself groaning when the ambulance brought in yet another sick, elderly person from one of the local retirement centers that cater to military retirees. I had not stopped to think of what citizens of this age group represented.

I saw “Saving Private Ryan.” I was touched deeply. Not so much by the carnage in the first 30 minutes, but by the sacrifices of so many. I was touched most by the scene of the elderly survivor at the graveside, asking his wife if he’d been a good man. I realized that I had seen these same men and women coming through my Emergency Dept. and had not realized what magnificent sacrifices they had made. The things they did for me and everyone else that has lived on this planet since the end of that conflict are priceless.

Situation permitting, I now try to ask my patients about their experiences. They would never bring up the subject without the inquiry. I
have been privileged to an amazing array of experiences, recounted in the brief minutes allowed in an Emergency Dept. encounter. These experiences have revealed the incredible individuals I have had the honor of serving in a medical capacity, many on their last admission to the hospital.

There was a frail, elderly woman who reassured my young enlisted medic, trying to start an IV line in her arm. She remained calm and poised,
despite her illness and the multiple needle-sticks into her fragile veins.

She was what we call a “hard stick.” As the medic made another attempt, I noticed a number tattooed across her forearm. I touched it with one finger and looked into her eyes. She simply said “Auschwitz.” Many of later generations would have loudly and openly berated the young medic in his many attempts. How different was the response from this person who’d seen unspeakable suffering.

Also, there was this long retired Colonel, who as a young officer had parachuted from his burning plane over a Pacific Island held by the Japanese. Now an octogenarian, his head cut in a fall at home where he lived alone. His CT scan and suturing had been delayed until after midnight by the usual parade of high priority ambulance patients. Still spry for his age, he asked to use the phone to call a taxi to take him home, then he realized his ambulance had brought him without his wallet.

He asked if he could use the phone to make a long distance call to his daughter who lived 7 miles away. With great pride we told him that he could not as he’d done enough for his country and the least we could do was get him a taxi home, even if we had to pay for it ourselves. My only regret was that my shift wouldn’t end for several hours, and I couldn’t drive him myself.

I was there the night MSgt. Roy Benavidez came through the Emergency Dept. for the last time. He was very sick. I was not the doctor taking care of him, but I walked to his bedside and took his hand. I said nothing. He was so sick, he didn’t know I was there. I’d read his Congressional Medal of Honor citation and wanted to shake his hand. He died a few days later.

The gentleman who served with Merrill’s Marauders, the survivor of the Bataan Death March, the survivor of Omaha Beach, the 101 year old World War I veteran, the former POW held in frozen North Korea, the former Special Forces medic – now with non-operable liver cancer, the former Viet Nam Corps Commander. I remember these citizens.

I may still groan when yet another ambulance comes in, but now I am much more aware of what an honor it is to serve these particular men and women. I am angered at the cut backs, implemented and proposed, that will continue to decay their meager retirement benefits.

I see the President and Congress who would turn their back on these individuals who’ve sacrificed so much to protect our liberty. I see later generations that seem to be totally engrossed in abusing these same liberties, won with such sacrifice.

It has become my personal endeavor to make the nurses and young enlisted medics aware of these amazing individuals when I encounter them in our
Emergency Dept. Their response to these particular citizens has made me think that perhaps all is not lost in the next generation.

My experiences have solidified my belief that we are losing an incredible generation, and this nation knows not what it is losing. Our
uncaring government and ungrateful civilian populace should all take note. We should all remember that we must “Earn this.”

–By CPT. Stephen R. Ellison, M.D.

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~ A Message to America with respect for Past Presidents

You have the grit and the guts, I know;
You are ready to answer blow for blow
You are virile, combative, stubborn, hard,
But your honor ends with your own back-yard;
Each man intent on his private goal,
You have no feeling for the whole;
What singly none would tolerate
You let unpunished hit the state,
Unmindful that each man must share
The stain he lets his country wear,
And (what no traveller ignores)
That her good name is often yours.

You are proud in the pride that feels its might;
From your imaginary height
Men of another race or hue
Are men of a lesser breed to you:
The neighbor at your southern gate
You treat with the scorn that has bred his hate.
To lend a spice to your disrespect
You call him the “greaser”. But reflect!
The greaser has spat on you more than once;
He has handed you multiple affronts;
He has robbed you, banished you, burned and killed;
He has gone untrounced for the blood he spilled;
He has jeering used for his bootblack’s rag
The stars and stripes of the gringo’s flag;
And you, in the depths of your easy-chair —
What did you do, what did you care?
Did you find the season too cold and damp
To change the counter for the camp?
Were you frightened by fevers in Mexico?
I can’t imagine, but this I know —
You are impassioned vastly more
By the news of the daily baseball score
Than to hear that a dozen countrymen
Have perished somewhere in Darien,
That greasers have taken their innocent lives
And robbed their holdings and raped their wives.

Not by rough tongues and ready fists
Can you hope to jilt in the modern lists.
The armies of a littler folk
Shall pass you under the victor’s yoke,
Sobeit a nation that trains her sons
To ride their horses and point their guns —
Sobeit a people that comprehends
The limit where private pleasure ends
And where their public dues begin,
A people made strong by discipline
Who are willing to give — what you’ve no mind to —
And understand — what you are blind to —
The things that the individual
Must sacrifice for the good of all.

You have a leader who knows — the man
Most fit to be called American,
A prophet that once in generations
Is given to point to erring nations
Brighter ideals toward which to press
And lead them out of the wilderness.
Will you turn your back on him once again?
Will you give the tiller once more to men
Who have made your country the laughing-stock
For the older peoples to scorn and mock,
Who would make you servile, despised, and weak,
A country that turns the other cheek,
Who care not how bravely your flag may float,
Who answer an insult with a note,
Whose way is the easy way in all,
And, seeing that polished arms appal
Their marrow of milk-fed pacifist,
Would tell you menace does not exist?
Are these, in the world’s great parliament,
The men you would choose to represent
Your honor, your manhood, and your pride,
And the virtues your fathers dignified?
Oh, bury them deeper than the sea
In universal obloquy;
Forget the ground where they lie, or write
For epitaph: “Too proud to fight.”

I have been too long from my country’s shores
To reckon what state of mind is yours,
But as for myself I know right well
I would go through fire and shot and shell
And face new perils and make my bed
In new privations, if ROOSEVELT led;
But I have given my heart and hand
To serve, in serving another land,
Ideals kept bright that with you are dim;
Here men can thrill to their country’s hymn,
For the passion that wells in the Marseillaise
Is the same that fires the French these days,
And, when the flag that they love goes by,
With swelling bosom and moistened eye
They can look, for they know that it floats there still
By the might of their hands and the strength of their will,
And through perils countless and trials unknown
Its honor each man has made his own.
They wanted the war no more than you,
But they saw how the certain menace grew,
And they gave two years of their youth or three
The more to insure their liberty
When the wrath of rifles and pennoned spears
Should roll like a flood on their wrecked frontiers.
They wanted the war no more than you,
But when the dreadful summons blew
And the time to settle the quarrel came
They sprang to their guns, each man was game;
And mark if they fight not to the last
For their hearths, their altars, and their past:
Yea, fight till their veins have been bled dry
For love of the country that WILL not die.

O friends, in your fortunate present ease
(Yet faced by the self-same facts as these),
If you would see how a race can soar
That has no love, but no fear, of war,
How each can turn from his private role
That all may act as a perfect whole,
How men can live up to the place they claim
And a nation, jealous of its good name,
Be true to its proud inheritance,
Oh, look over here and learn from FRANCE!

~ A Message to America with respect for Past Presidents

American History

Know your history:

Do you know who this is a photo of? Chances are you don’t, but don’t feel bad because probably not one American in one million does, and that is a National tragedy. His name is Eugene Jacques Bullard, and he is the first African-American fighter pilot in history. But he is also much more then that: He’s also a national hero, and his story is so incredible that I bet if you wrote a movie script based on it Hollywood would reject it as being too far-fetched.

Bullard was an expat living in France, and when World War 1 broke out he joined the French Infantry. He was seriously wounded, and France awarded him the Croix de Guerre and Medaille Militaire. In 1916 he joined the French air service and he first trained as a gunner but later he trained as a pilot. When American pilots volunteered to help France and formed the famous Lafayette Escadrille, he asked to join but by the time he became a qualified pilot they were no longer accepting new recruits, so he joined the Lafayette Flying Corps instead. He served with French flying units and he completed 20 combat missions.

When the United States finally joined the war, Bullard was the only member of the Escadrille or the French Flying Corps who was NOT invited to join the US Air Service. The reason? At that time the Air Service only accepted white men.

Now here is the part that almost sounds like a sequel to ‘Casablanca’: After WWI Bullard became a jazz musician in Paris and he eventually owned a nightclub called ‘L’Escadrille’. When the Germans invaded France and conquered it in WW2, his Club, and Bullard, became hugely popular with German officers, but what they DIDN’T know was that Bullard, who spoke fluent German, was actually working for the Free French as a spy. He eventually joined a French infantry unit, but he was badly wounded and had to leave the service.

By the end of the war, Bullard had become a national hero in France, but he later moved back to the U.S. where he was of course completely unknown. Practically no one in the United States was aware of it when, in 1959, the French government named him a national Chevalier, or Knight.

In 1960, the President of France, Charles DeGaulle, paid a state visit to the United States and when he arrived he said that one of the first things he wanted to do was to meet Bullard. That sent the White House staff scrambling because most of them, of course, had never even heard of him. They finally located him in New York City, and DeGaulle traveled there to meet him personally. At the time, Eugene Bullard was working as …

An elevator operator.

Not long after Eugene Bullard met with the President of France, he passed away, and today very, very few Americans, and especially African-Americans, even know who he is. But, now YOU do, don’t you? And I hope you’ll be able to find opportunities to tell other people about this great American hero that probably only 1 American in 1 Million has ever heard of.

Elvis Presley
Enjoy the Kind of Rock-n-roll 💜💫

We all Know Elvis Presley loved wearing this
Rainbow leather Jacket in 1973. but here’s a
Rare Candid of him still wearing it in 1976.
according to a close aide he just loved this
Rainbow leather Jacket so much here he is
Arriving at the Arlington Park Hilton in Chicago for the start of his fall tour on October 14, 1976.

Elvis Presley 

​Just Love the Look on Elvis Presley’s face after leaving the Press Conference that was held at the International Hotel in Vegas in 1969 where he revealed to the World’s 🌍 Press he was looking forward to

doing Live Appearances again after an absence 

of 9 years. “ Like he said he just missed the closeness of a live audience so when he got 

out is movie contracts he was happy to perform again”. And what better place than the 

 Internationale Hotel people came from all over the World 🌍 to Las Vegas. , and he went on to be the undisputed king 👑 of Las Vegas.

How ‘Strange Fruit’ Killed Billie Holiday by Brandon Weber February 20, 2018

How ‘Strange Fruit’ Killed Billie Holiday
by Brandon Weber

February 20, 2018

“Strange Fruit” may have been written by American song-writer and poet Abel Meeropol (a.k.a. Lewis Allen), but ever since Billie Holiday sang the three brief stanzas to music in 1937, she’s owned it.

Holiday, born Eleanora Fagan, said she always thought of her father when she sang “Strange Fruit.” He died at age thirty-nine after being denied medical treatment at a Texas “whites only” hospital. Because of that memory, Holiday was reluctant to perform the song, but did so anyway to tell people about the reality of life as a black man in America.

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“It reminds me of how Pop died,” she wrote in her autobiography. “But I have to keep singing it, not only because people ask for it, but because twenty years after Pop died, the things that killed him are still happening in the South.”

The song was so poignant for Holiday that she laid down some rules when she sang it at her gigs: She would close the evening with the song; the waiters would stop service when she began; and the room would be in total darkness except for a spotlight on her face. There would be no encore.

“Lady Day,” as Holiday was called by many at the time, began to work the song into her repertoire sixteen years before Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat on the bus in Montgomery, Alabama. Jazz writer Leonard Feather referred to the song as “the first significant protest in words and music, the first significant cry against racism.”

The song’s lyrics were shocking to some members of Holiday’s mostly white audiences:

Southern trees bear strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

At times, her performance of the song was met with fierce pushback. Though many people knew that lynchings of African-Americans in the South were common, there was resistance to ending the practice among Southern whites. Racism, combined with a popular desire to limit federal power over local concerns,kept people in the North from making any successful moves to end lynchings in the South.

In the end, Billie Holiday’s insistence on performing “Strange Fruit” may have been responsible for her demise.

One of the primary attempts to silence her came from a man named Harry Anslinger, the first commissioner for the Federal Bureau of Narcotics, and an extreme racist, even for the 1930s. As Johann Hari details in Chasing the Scream: The First and Last Days of the War on Drugs, Anslinger claimed that narcotics made black people forget their place in the fabric of American society, and that jazz musicians were dangerous in particular, creating “Satanic” music under the influence of marijuana.

Holiday, who throughout her career called public attention to the devastating impact of white supremacy, was also a drug user. She drew Anslinger’s notice, and he ordered Holiday to cease performing the song. Holiday refused, and Anslinger ramped up his efforts to silence her.

After one of Anslinger’s men was paid to track Holiday and frame her with buying and using heroin, she spent eighteen months in prison. Upon her release in 1948, the federal government refused to renew her cabaret performer’s license, mandatory for any performer playing or singing at any club or bar serving alcohol.

This utterly undermined her career. Although Holiday was able to perform multiple sold-out Carnegie Hall performances over the next several years, she could no longer travel the nightclub circuit.

Unable to perform regularly at the venues she loved, and to stop remembering a childhood that included being raped at age ten, and working in a brothel with her mother, Holiday eventually began using heroin again. When she checked into a New York hospital in 1959, her liver was failing and cancerous. She was emaciated, and her heart and lungs were compromised. Despite her condition, she didn’t want to stay there. “They’re going to kill me. They’re going to kill me in there. Don’t let them,” she presciently told friends and family.

Indeed, Anslinger’s men, sensing a macabre opportunity, showed up at her hospital bedside, handcuffed her to the bed, took mugshots, removed gifts that people had brought to the room—flowers, radio, record player, chocolates, magazines—and stationed two cops at the door.

Even so, as doctors began methadone treatment, Holiday began to improve, gaining some weight and improving slowly. But then Anslinger’s men prevented hospital staff from administering any further methadone. She succumbed to death within days.

The only surviving filmed version of Holiday performing the song is from the British cabaret television show, “Chelsea At Nine,” recorded February 25, 1959 and released in March of the same year, just a few months before she died. Her voice is strong and impressive; the raw emotion simply devastating.

A new exhibit illustrates the lesser-known side of an organization whose image is often only portrayed as militant.

Feb 28, 2018

Infiltrate Hate: Spike Lee’s “BlacKkKlansman”
The movie is Lee’s best and most radical film in decades, and a lot of fun as well.

Aug 3, 2018

How African American WWII Veterans Were Scorned By the G.I. Bill
This Veteran’s Day, remembering some of our veterans who protected a country that did not protect them.

Nov 10, 2017

A Century Later, a Little-Known Mass Hanging of Black Soldiers Still Haunts Us
100 years after one of the least-known and saddest chapters in American history, families of executed black soldiers have petitioned Trump for justice.

Dec 8, 2017

Fifty Years After the Kerner Report, We’re Still Missing Stories
The 1968 report cited that media coverage was framed “from the standpoint of a white man’s world.” Half a century later, white media gatekeepers have maintained the disturbing status quo.

Feb 28, 2018

Trump’s Racism Toward Haiti Is not an Aberration
In the wake of Trump’s comments, politicians and media figures rushed to defend Haitian and African immigrants, asserting how hardworking they are. But this just allows Trump and similar anti-immigration rhetoric to dictate the terms of the argument.

Jan 24, 2018

54 Years After the March on Washington, We’re Far From Racial Pay Equity
People of color cannot overcome wealth and wage gaps when structural racism and violence are the foundations of U.S. society.

Aug 28, 2017

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Your account of Holiday’s encounter with the Cabaret Law is a little off. The Cabaret Law was a New York City law, not a national one. Different jurisdictions may have made it difficult for clubs to give Holiday engagements in the 1950s, but I’ve not heard of such. It is more likely that Holiday, who, with the song “Strange Fruit,” was identified with the political left, may have been refused engagements on those grounds. But again, I’ve not read that alleged anywhere. As for nightclub engagements outside of New York City after her prison sentence, let me refer you to the Concert Database (; this resource tracks concerts in Michigan going back into the 1920s. It is pretty comprehensive. It lists no fewer than seven separate nightclub engagements in Detroit, each a week or two long, between 1949-1958, including a 1952 Christmas Holiday-New Year’s week engagement.

Geoffrey 2 days ago | reply

Racists killed her for work, not that her work killed her
“In the end, Billie Holiday’s insistence on performing “Strange Fruit” may have been responsible for her demise.” This is an absolutely and shamefully wrong interpretation of the facts presented in the article (in addition to a terrible headline). White supremacists killed her. They tried to silence her, and then punished her for not being silenced. A ‘progressive’ magazine such as this should have a sufficient analysis to place the blame where it’s due (on the criminal acts of framing her and depriving life-saving care).

cs 2 days ago | reply

Terrible Title
Great and important article. Terrible Title. Her spirit and defiance was what motivated KILLERS to kill her, not the song.

Gisele 5 days ago | reply

Lynn Ferguson said it all. I agree and have nothing to add.

Katinka Mann 6 days ago | reply

Claudette Colvin
On March 2, 1955, she was arrested for refusing to give up her seat on a bus in segregated Montgomery, Alabama, nine months prior to Rosa Parks’ famous arrest for the same offense.

Towanda 9 days ago | reply

Nope, that was Colvin !

David Harris 2 days ago | reply

People Kill People
People kill People all the time. We do it knowingly and unknowingly. Every dis-ease has an emotional link, a hurt, a pain, a trauma – which are inflicted by other humans! We inflicted trauma and even today after years of supposedly intelligent learning we continue to do it. We smile in the faces of others like Pythons, and then stab each other in the back. Why is this? Is it something that is innately within us (survival) or has it been bred into us? It certainly does seem to be getting any better and look around to see what we are doing to the world. Destruction. How many species have been eradicated? How many acres of rain forest have been devastated. How many people have been killed because they just “didn’t fit in” at that time? How many people are labelled “quacks” because they want differently to what ££££££$$$$$ has made “mainstream”??? Its about time we learnt to Live and Let Live, to treat our Neighbours as We would want to be treated. To respect and cherish EVERY living plant, animal and creature that has been given a place on this planet (for a reason). Nothing is here by chance. We have go too powerful for our own good and look how intelligently we are using it. Most of us are fat/obese/chronically/virtically sick and fatigued/ because we have decimated our air, water, soil and food, not to say what we have done to our own physical and mental health with 24/7 stress, GMOs, EMFs, chemical medicine, chemical farming. These people who lead us, the monied powerful people, will also kill themselves and their own families. Where is their common sense? As a species we ALL have to make changes. Listen to the people who are different, the ones who don’t fit in, the ones who speak, sing, write with emotion (like Billie Holiday) and stop destroying our planet and our fellow wo/man. Sorry if this isn’t the place for this sort of outburst, but this article just added to my frustration of why cant we open our eyes and see what we are doing to each other???? Stop being nasty. Being nice, like smiling, is far better for every human being.

Lynn Ferguson 267 days ago | reply

As a white woman of 61 years i am ashamed of my color. My stepfather who was black taught me the meanings of words and how powerful they are. Thank you all for the color you have blessed this earth with including myself.
As a white woman of 61 years i am ashamed of my color. My stepfather who was black taught me the meanings of words and how powerful they are. Thank you all for the color you have blessed this earth with. Without the rich fabric of your lives what a truly horrible place it would be.

Suzanna B. Dinwiddie 271 days ago | reply

The song didn’t kill her…
…that’s like saying “she was wearing a short skirt”. Anslinger and his thugs killed her. She was in effect lynched.

Bluejay Young 272 days ago | reply

then, it didn’t kill her
If she had liver cancer, then that’s what killed her. You don’t get liver cancer from mistreatment, and you don’t recover from it with methadone. She was dying, and they just made it more awful for her.

arnstu 273 days ago | reply

yes, it did kill her
A person can die from not being medically detoxed. That is how Jerry Garcia died, was from detox done improperly. That is how a lot of addict/alcoholics die, from being forced to non-medically detox.

Suzanne Hayes 223 days ago | reply

inaccurate to say the song killed her
when seems like it was obviously white supremacism

nlek 274 days ago | reply

Josh White
Josh White, was also penalized for singing this song.

Latifa 274 days ago | reply

Anslinger’s legacy still destroys
Anslinger made marijuana illegal to harm minorities and provide jobs for the white thugs who used to enforce the alcohol prohibition. To this very day (more than FORTY years after his death) we are still unable to free ourselves from his deadly and counterproductive marijuana prohibition.

To this day we still allow this vile and racist man to impact the society we live in and harm the people we love by denying us the right of switching from alcohol to the far less harmful and less addictive alternative, marijuana.

David 274 days ago | reply

FDR – Racist in chief
FDR and his good friend, Senator Bilbo, deliberately designed the Depression era social programs to omit Blacks. The FHA only gave loans to segregated developments. Social security, minimum wage, and other worker’s benefit programs omitted agricultural laborers and domestics – occupations where most Blacks were employed. My stomach turns when I hear “progressives” praise Roosevelt – or Wilson. FDR took segregation nationwide through discriminatory housing lending, and Wilson segregated the civil service and fired almost all Black supervisors.

Ms. A 274 days ago | reply

She laid down some rules …
I believe that the “rules” for her performances of “Strange Fruit” originated with Barney Josephson, the owner of Cafe Society, the racially-integrated Greenwich Village cabaret/restaurant where Billie first sang it.

Alan Barnes 274 days ago | reply

She laid down some rules …
Yes, that is correct, but she maintained those rules whenever and wherever she performed the song.

Brandon Weber 273 days ago | reply

One Teacher Who Taught His Elementary Students…
My husband is one teacher who taught his elementary school students about Billie Holliday for which I am proud.

Cindy Shapiro 275 days ago | reply

Back in the 70’s either Penthouse or Playboy published a revealing expose of Anslinger and what a corrupt office he controlled! He was an evil man and I believe every word that he did what he is accused of with Ms. Holiday!

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☞Today in Old West History — On today’s date 137 years ago, Wednesday, October 26, 1881, at 3:00 PM, the most famous event in the entire history of the Old West took place at the town of Tombstone in Arizona Territory — in a narrow lot six doors west of the rear entrance to the O.K. Corral on Fremont Street.

☞Today in Old West History — On today’s date 137 years ago, Wednesday, October 26, 1881, at 3:00 PM, the most famous event in the entire history of the Old West took place at the town of Tombstone in Arizona Territory — in a narrow lot six doors west of the rear entrance to the O.K. Corral on Fremont Street.

☞The Gunfight at the O.K. Corral, which is believed to have lasted for only about thirty seconds, was fought between the outlaw Cowboys Gang members Billy Claiborne, Ike & Billy Clanton, & Tom & Frank McLaury, against a group of Lawmen comprised of Marshal Virgil Earp & his brothers Morgan & Wyatt, aided by Doc Holliday. Ike Clanton & Billy Claiborne ran from the fight unharmed, but Ike’s brother Billy Clanton was killed, along with both McLaurys. Virgil & Morgan were wounded, but Wyatt Earp & Doc Holliday came through the fight unscathed.

☞The funerals for Billy Clanton (age 19), Tom McLaury (age 28), & his older brother Frank (age 33) were well-attended. Around 300 people joined in the procession to Boot Hill, & as many as 2,000 watched from the sidewalks of Tombstone.

☞The Coroner’s Jury ruling neither condemned nor exonerated the Lawmen for shooting the Cowboys. “William Clanton, Frank, & Thomas McLaury, came to their deaths in the town of Tombstone on October 26, 1881 from the effects of gunshot wounds inflicted by Virgil, Morgan, & Wyatt Earp, & Doc Holliday.

☞It is curiously interesting to compare the famous Gunfight at the O.K. Corral to the relatively unknown Gun Battle at Buttermilk Junction. (Buttermilk Junction is the location where the tracks of the Fort Worth & New Orleans railroad & the tracks of the Missouri Pacific railroad intersected, & it is the namesake of Buttermilk Junction Old-Time String Band.)

☞The 1881 Gunfight at the O.K. Corral, with seven participants & resulting in three deaths, was a relatively obscure & almost unknown event outside of Arizona Territory at the time when it took place. The 1886 Gun Battle at Buttermilk Junction near Fort Worth was fought between striking railroad labor union members against guards hired by the railroad companies led by former Fort Worth town marshal Longhair Jim Courtright (1848-1887). This gunfight resulted in only one death, but it involved railroad companies, labor unions, local law enforcement, the Texas Rangers, & the Texas State Militia — so it was widely reported in newspapers & magazines all around the country & it soon became one of the most famous events of its day. By the 1930s, the Gunfight at the O.K. Corral had gone from relative obscurity to world-wide fame, & the once-famous Gun Battle at Buttermilk Junction had faded into obscurity & was mostly forgotten.

☞The left-hand photograph depicts the remains of the OK Corral after it was severely damaged when the town of Tombstone was devastated by fire in May 1882 — about seven months after the famous gunfight.

☞The right-hand photograph depicts (left-to-right) the bodies of Tom McLaury, Frank McLaury, & Billy Clanton in coffins in the window of the undertakers. This is the only known surviving photograph of Billy Clanton.

“Giving More Respect To Turkeys!”TEXAS COWBOY

“RESPECT!” a poem, intended to convey respect! a.k.a.: “Good Luck!” October 15, 2018 (Monday) [Preface: “Giving More Respect To Turkeys!” a poem within this poem, kinda! [”Help! I was kidnapped! by turkeys – with beaks and snoods! / They DEMANDED more respect; there were both hens & dudes: /“We are primary coverts!” at me they squawked; / “so we are ‘undercover,’ urging-respect!” and-we-talked! / For quite a while – in-a turkey dialect! / I REALLY must say that I felt a bit ‘hen-pecked!’ /Anyway, I DO – have more respect for them now – / For the noble, stately, L-Tryptophanic turkey, somehow! / They’re just raising families and are regular “birds,” / pursuing The American Dream – and-fertilizing-Earth-with their turds! / But! Their American Dream, for some reason, has been ‘soured; / so I DO urge us to respect them more – and-to-be more ‘chicken-powered!’”] Now, for your regularly scheduled poem:

The QUESTION OF RESPECT!! (pause) It-now comes up so often, Love!

I’m PRETTY SURE – that no one knows – what REAL respect is (even) made-of;

Perhaps because: RESPECT – – – IS RULED BY A LITTLE GIRL,

Who screams: “Y-all-are-‘dissing’-me – ‘CAUSE – you don’t like my brand, new curl,”

Or, sometimes, you’ll hear a guy say: “Pretty-green-dress-Cindy; it’s just right for you!”

THEN! SHE’LL CLAIM DISRESPECT, ’cause he mistakes turquoise for blue!!

Does anyone know what they are talking about when the definitions are all new?

When we ALL see colors differently! So-is DISRESPECT! – seeing-a-different-hue?

Disrespect is SO subjective; it’s like: WHAT IS YOUR GOD TO YOU?

Could be: The Force – Nature – An Old Man – or – A Big-Breasted Shrew!

Disrespect? DISRESPECT! I think THIS definition’s clever:

RESPECT (n): Never claiming any disrespect – regarding-anyone! ever!

Because – when YOU see disrespect – it’s in YOUR eyes! You! The Beholder!


It’s YOUR reaction! NOT what THEY do or say;

Our terms are so fowled up – I (still) claim –

NOT JUDGING – (pause) is The Greatest Respect you can pay! 🙂

fin ❤

I am a Native American and contrary to the misguided and even more sinister intent, WE ARE NOT GODLESS

I am a Native American and contrary to the misguided and even more sinister intent, WE ARE NOT GODLESS HEATHENS. It is a lie perpetrated by the Christian faiths and the US Government for the purpose of exterminating the Native American peoples to still their lands.The genocide by Adolf Hitler and the Nazis of the Jewish people (six million by some estimate) barely amount to a single drop in a five gallon bucket of water to the estimated two and one half billion of our people slaughtered by the Christian people who came to our hemisphere. That is the smaller estimate. Some estimates eclipse three billion. First the Spanish soldiers led by the Catholic Padres,then the French Jesuit Priests, then the Dutch and British colonists. With their independence under the Washington administration the first policy was the intent to spread from the 13 eastern colonies on the Atlantic coast clear to the Pacific. This policy became “Manifest Destiny.” The question of the indigenous people was raised so after only a few days of discussion it was decreed that we were not in the lineage of Adam and Eve and therefore we were less than human and no more than godless savages.It was then decided that because they were white and Christian that God gave them the right to our lands. The second policy of the US became known as “Inherent Christian Doctrine.” First ALL Native American people were forced to walk without food and water across the other side of the Mississippi River where more than 3\4 of them perished. After the Civil War efforts escalated but with little success by military action so the problem was eradicated by the Christian Missionaries delivering tens of thousands of smallpox diseased blankets knowingly to the Plains tribes that were foolish enough to trust these ambassadors of Christ. The smallpox epidemic swept across the Plains faster than a prairie decimating the Native American people wiping out hundreds of entire tribes.So before you question other’s faiths consider the acts and lack of human decency so prevalent among yours. Just sayin’…
PS.Hello Mim. Xoxoxoxo

Written by Robert Tanner American