Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Domestic Violence - Don't Suffer in Silence
This is real music with a powerful message!
Monday, November 9, 2009
Man held in killing of 3 women in East St. Louis - STLtoday.com
This angers, saddens & sickens me all at the same time!
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
School Bus Fight - Racially motivated or not?
This happened in Belleville, IL (a stone's throw from STL) yesterday. It's been on the news & is being discussed on many radio shows.
http://www.kmov.com/topstories/stories/kmov-stlouis-news-090914-schoonl-bus-fight.17dc4b476.html
What punishment should the aggressors receive?
What punishment, if any, should the driver receive?
Should anything be said/done to the on-lookers, photo & video takers?
Let's talk about it!
Friday, June 19, 2009
Jury rules against Minn. woman in download case - Yahoo! News
$80,000 per song!!! These folks are not playing!
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
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Tuesday, November 18, 2008
"Our" Little Secret
My sis G told me that I have a heavy heart {her observation after reading my writings & being in my company} & unfortunately, I know she's right.
What I thought was a nightmare, really wasn't. It was a repressed memory.
When I was about 9 or 10 years old, my mother had a friend named Perry. I never got the impression that he was her boyfriend, but now that I am grown, I know that they had an intimate relationship. I always thought he was a nice man. He always brought me & my sister trinkets, dolls, etc. when he came to visit. Even gave us a few bucks when the bomb-pop truck or Mr. Softee truck came around.
One day he came to see my mom and brought goodies for me & my sis like he always did. I was outside playing & came in to get a drink of water. My mom was in the bathtub {I could hear the water running} and he was sitting in the living room watching TV. He was dressed nice so I think they were probably going out.
As I was drinking my water, he motioned for me to come & sit down. I did. He asked me about school & such. Then he proceeded to tell me how tall I was getting & how pretty I was. As I was telling him about what I was doing in school, he slid his hand between my legs. I had never been so scared in my life. He motioned with shhhhh gesture & I sat there, silenty, tears running down my face.
A few moments later, my mom opened the bathroom door and yelled to him that she'd be out in a minute & closed the door back. He leaned over and whispered, "this is our little secret" in my ear.
When the bathroom door opened again he moved his hand & I ran to my room. I crawled under the sheet & cried. My mom heard me sniffling, because I wasn't a noisy crier. She peeped in my room & asked what was wrong. I told her I fell off of my bike.
After that day, I always made sure that he would never catch me alone & I made sure my sister was with me when he came to our house. Even though I was too afraid to tell what happened to me, I couldn't let it happen to her.
25+ years have come & gone. This is the first time I've ever told anyone about this. I never told my mother, grandparents or uncle. I thought it was my fault for accepting his gifts. I thought it was my fault for wearing shorts. I thought is was my fault for being big for my age. I thought I had done something to deserve this & it was all my fault. So until today, I remained silent.
I now know that it was not my fault & I didn't deserve this. No child does!
I can't begin to tell you how good it feels to finally let this shit go!!!!!!!
I can only hope anyone reading this who has unfortunately had a similar experience will be able to release it and let it go.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Ripped Off by Thieves? Steal it Back!
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Sunday, August 24, 2008
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Wednesday, June 18, 2008
I'm Dating a Rapist
No, I'm not dating a rapist, but I am listening to our local station and there's a segment similar to Steve Harvey's Strawberry Letter (I forget what they call it) and here's the gist of today's letter:
Big Sis & Lil Sis are sisters and best friends. Big Sis recently met and started dating a man who had served a 13 year sentence for rape. Apparently, when Big Sis introduced this man to her family, Lil Sis took one look at him and fainted - the new man in in Big Sis's life is the man who brutally raped Lil Sis. Big sister didn't realize at the time, but she now knows this and doesn't want to stop seeing this man, as she has developed feelings for him.
Lil Sis was only 12 when this happened and cannot bear children because of the physical damage he did. She also cannot live alone due to other issues stemming from this traumatic event.
If these sisters were your loved ones, what advice would you give?
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Woman Killed Young Mother, her 3 Kids and her Fetus pleads guilty, gets life sentence
This whole ordeal sends chills down my spine. I can only hope this young woman gets the help she needs.
Monday, June 9, 2008
L.A. Area Hospitals Breach Celebrity Privacy » Gone Hollywood
Fame certainly does have it's costs.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
7 year old wanna-be hoodrat steals grandmother's SUV for a joyride!
My crazy, 'bout to be broke ass would've been all over youtube...in handcuffs! I would've beat the bacon off of his lil rotund ass!
Once I got done beating the dogsled shit outta him, his ass wouldn't see another snack for as long as he lived!
*see why I don't like kids??*
Monday, April 28, 2008
Police: Man confined daughter, sired her 7 kids - Europe - MSNBC.com
Got your handbaskets ready? This world is going to hell!
Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Friday, March 28, 2008
Victims of Crime
When I was about 10, my mother was robbed at gunpoint on our front porch.
We had just come home from Church's Chicken & I made it inside with the box. She was still on the porch when I heard, "Drop the damn purse!" I yelled for her & she yelled back for me to stay inside. She wasn't harmed & knew who the perpetrator was - a known no good ass nigga (who somebody gunned down about 10 years ago).
He got away with about $100, IDs & a checkbook. My mother never carried a purse again. She started carrying a cigarette wallet looking thing that held her cash, ATM card, ID and keys, tucked safely in her bosom (Lawd...I think I just dated myself).
A well known area dumpster diver found what was left of her purse a few days later & brought it to her. All that was missing was the cash. Even the ATM card was still in there (she never had credit cards).
That incident made me become overly aware of my surroundings then & I still am to this day.
My question for you is, have you ever been a victim of crime? Thankfully, I have not.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Friday, March 7, 2008
Violated
1986. I was 14 & a freshman in high school & my friend was 15 & a sophomore. We planned on attending a dance at her school one Friday evening & so we did.
I went to her house after school & we got all dolled up to go to the dance. We made it to the dance & I made a friend, yeah a boy friend. (I told y’all long ago, I’ve been boy crazy since kindergarten.) When the dance was over my friend wasn’t ready to go home. I really didn’t know anyone else so I was rolling with the crew. We ended up going to a local pizza parlor for food & drinks. Afterwards we all went to a friend’s house for an after-party.
When we got to the house, people (mostly high school kids) were in & out & having a good time. I took a seat in the living room, sipped on a soda, listened to the music & people watched. My friend and her boyfriend went into a back room to watch TV. (Yeah I know…)
Shortly afterwards, another young lady who was in the house came & asked if my name was “Monni”. I replied, “Yeah.” She said, “I think that girl is calling for you.” I’m like, “Huh?!” I get up & walk towards the rear of the house & my friend isn’t calling my name…she’s screaming it! I call back for her & she screams, “Monni! He’s got a gun!” I started to scream & cry. I push & push the door (with all of my then 135 lb. might) until I open it just enough to stick my arm in & flip the light switch. No sooner than I do, someone flips it back off & smashes my arm in the door, forcing me to pull it back.
I tried to get some help, but I was screaming & crying too hard for anyone to understand me. I pointed to the door and one of the guys went back & got a gun stuck in his face. A few moments later, 2 guys who I don’t recall entering the house, came out of the room. One holding a gun & the other zipping his pants. They walked out, got into a car & left. My friend had just been raped. She was crying & so was her boyfriend. I think he was 16, maybe 17. He was held at gunpoint & forced to sit there while this criminal violated her.
When she came out I grabbed her & hugged her so tight, they had to pull us apart. They put us in separate cars because we were hysterical & drove us back to her house. We ran up the stairs to tell her mom what happened. I was still crying uncontrollably. Her mom called the police.
By the time the detectives arrived my friend had somewhat calmed down. I was still a crying mess. So much so, that my friend was comforting me, & the detectives thought I was the victim. I hadn’t been touched.
The detectives were questioning my friend & I was still crying. Another male friend tried to comfort me, but he was actually getting on my nerves. I moved from room to room to cry in peace & he was on my heels. Her mother saw what he was doing & convinced him to leave me be & to just let me cry.
My friend’s father & grandmother show up. The detectives finish questioning everyone who was at the party {who came to the house} & then they left to take my friend to the ER. Her grandmother stayed at the house & continued the line of questioning with me. I told her what I could & I cried myself to sleep in her arms.
We later found out that the host’s parents were out of town & he didn’t have permission for the party.
That was the last house party my friend attended.
She doesn’t remember the violator’s face. I’ll never forget it.
I'm still the only person my friend can and will talk to about this. She shuts everyone else out. She couldn't even tell her fiance. She asked me to tell him the story.
I've never been in those shoes, but I wish I could warn every young woman of the possibility.