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Thanksgiving Story

Posted in GSU photo archive, Holidays, Religion, Undogegorized, War by chamblee54 on November 30, 2014

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Thanksgiving was a time our family cherished. It was the only time all of us got together under one roof and mingled. Except for me. ~ I was the the family embarrassment. They were Catholic, and disliked my way of life. I played guitar, loved Heavy Metal, and worshiped Satan. ~ All this explains why my family shunned me. In their eyes, I was the flaw of a nearly perfect gem, but in mine, I was the cream of the crop.

I should’ve known they had something awful in mind when they asked me to join them somewhere. They drove me to the very corner of the ranch. ~ “What the fuck are we doing back here,” I asked. My only reply was, “Shut up you blaspheming fool.”

At last we got to the destination. My father, mother, and sister were standing around, wearing funeral clothes. ~ In the middle was a shallow grave. “What’s that hole for?” I asked dumbly. “Take a guess you satanic fucker!” Was the reply from my father.

I felt a thud on my head. I hit the ground with a loud thlap. I turned in spite of excruciating pain to see my uncle wielding a shovel. ~ I touched the back of my head to find my fingers coated in blood. I suddenly grew light headed and passed out. When I woke up I inhaled dirt. ~ Luckily, my family didn’t know how to properly bury someone so I was able to dig myself out. I sat there and puked for about fifteen minutes.

When I got back, it was Thanksgiving night. through the window I could see my family, sitting there, saying grace like the sheeple they were. ~ Seeing them praying made my hate for them and all Catholics grow. It went from a smouldering, muddled anger, to a flaming, outrageous hatred

I ran into the garage and found my uncle’s shotgun, sitting there, waiting for me, beckoning, saying, “Go ahead, make these fuckers pay.” ~ “Hi Mom!” I shouted as I pulled the trigger, I started laughing uncontrollably as I continued firing at my family until I was empty.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” My father asked, wounded, shot in the gut. “Wrong with me?” I asked calmly. “What’s wrong with you?” ~ With that I threw the gun away and dined. Not on Turkey, but on raw human flesh. It was the best Thanksgiving ever. ~ Text presented in twitter serialization by @creepypasta_txt. Pictures are from The Library of Congress.

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The Toni Morrison Video

Posted in GSU photo archive, Quotes, Race by chamblee54 on November 29, 2014

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There was a quote on facebook. “[A] racist white person […] doesn’t understand, that he or she is also a race that’s also constructed, its also made and also has some kind of serviceability. But when you take it away, if I take your race away and there you are all strung out and all you’ve got is your little self. And what is that? What are you without racism? Are you any good? Are you still strong? Are you still smart? Do you still like yourself?” – Toni Morrison

PG saw this, and was not happy. This week saw another unpopular opinion from a legal institution. Much noise has been made. The nation is on fire, and producing more heat than light. It seems like the concept of a peaceful, unified “post racial” america keeps getting further, and further away. Facebook rhetoric is part of the problem.

The most polite thing that PG could say was “What is the source of this quote?” An hour later, the response was “Google it, sir.”

This is a problem. If you are going to put content on the internet, you should show the source. This is the rule when you write a term paper. You show the source of your information. It is too easy to misrepresent people, and to take things out of context. You should allow people to see the facts. When you post your comment, you copy a link to where you got your information. It is easy.

After a bit of digging, PG found the source. It is a video. Ms. Morrison was a guest on the Charlie Rose show. The website for the show has archival videos, and a horrible search engine. The best anyone can say for a date is sometime in 1998.

There is almost no way to know when the interview took place, or to see the complete interview. The video starts with Ms. Morrison saying “Yes I do Charlie, but let me tell you, that’s the wrong question.” It would be very helpful to know what that “wrong question” was.

A few months ago, the video began to circulate. A blogger named Keyamsha produced a transcript, for which this slack blogger is grateful. The facebook quote is not quite what Ms. Morrison said.

Before the quoted part, Ms. Morrison talks about “the people who do this thing, who practice racism” The race of “the people” is not specified. Apparently this is the attitudes of individuals, and not institutional systemic oppression. It is noted that “It has just as much a deleterious effect on white people and possibly equal as it does Black people.”

We get then to the facebook quote. Here is the full paragraph. “That’s right. He always felt superior. And that was a form, you know, of defense of racism. And if the racist white person, I don’t mean the person who is examining his consciousness and so on, doesn’t understand, that he or she is also a race that’s also constructed, its also made and also has some kind of serviceability. But when you take it away, if I take your race away and there you are all strung out and all you’ve got is your little self. And what is that? What are you without racism? Are you any good? Are you still strong? Are you still smart? Do you still like yourself? I mean these are the questions…part of it is…yes [puts hand over her heart] “victim,” how terrible it’s been for Black people.”

The printed transcript does not really convey the message of the video. It seems to this slack blogger that Ms. Morrison sees the pity talk of liberal white people as being part of the problem. There has been plenty of oppression porn the last few days. Oh, the poor oppressed People of Color! They have such tough lives. This victim talk might not be the best way to approach the problem. Would you want people to label you a victim, and have pity? (Toni Morrison: “I’m not a victim. I refuse to be one.”)

While discussing this video, you should keep in mind that it is a tv show appearance sixteen years ago. You cannot expect someone to get every word perfect. It does not help matters when no one seems to know what the question was.

That said, there is a problem with the phrase “racist white person.” If you were to say “criminal black person” there would be an uproar. If you are not a racist, then you should not mind her saying that, right? Lets try the other phrase out. If you are not a criminal, then you shouldn’t mind the reference to criminal black people. Lets see how that works out for you. Maybe you should not use a pejorative adjective, along with an ethnic designation. Just because someone is a member of a privileged community does not make it ok to insult them.

There might be a reason for specifying the color of the racist person. Lets take a look at the lines before the quoted paragraph. Toni Morrison: … I always knew I had the moral high ground. All my life. I always thought those people who said I couldn’t come in the drug store, or sit in front of the place or couldn’t go to the park… Charlie Rose: You were morally superior to them because they were… Toni Morrison: I did. I thought they knew, that I knew that they were inferior to me, morally. I always thought that. And my parents always thought that. Charlie Rose: You said your father was racist because he thought he was superior.

Maybe she said “racist white person” because she was distinguishing rwp from a racist black person, her father. When she talks about the problems of racism, she meant the attitudes of black people towards white people, in addition to the attitudes of white people toward black people. Maybe the concept that black people could not be racist had not become popular in 1998.

When you take this into consideration, it changes the meaning of the quote. The statement should be heard in context, including the mystery question. When you put an abbreviated quote on facebook, beginning with the insulting phrase “racist white person,” you do more harm than good. Pictures are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”.

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Fleetwood Mac

Posted in Book Reports, Georgia History, Music by chamblee54 on November 29, 2014

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PG has read the autobiography of Mick Fleetwood. If this had been a made up tale of fiction, no one would believe it. Mick is not the manufacturer of enemas, nor the namesake of a Cadillac Model. The possibility does exist that he has used those two products.

John Mayall gave his guitar player, Peter Green, some studio time as a birthday present. “The Green God” used a rhythm section from the Bluesbreakers, Mick Fleetwood (drums) and John McVie (bass). At the end of the day, Mr. Green wrote “Fleetwood Mac” on the can holding the tapes.

Before long, Mr. Green started his own band, and named it after the rhythm section. (Does anyone know the bass player and drummer of the Atlanta Rhythm Section?) Fleetwood Mac started as a blues band, and became popular in England. Mr. Fleetwood celebrated by getting together with Jenny Boyd, who became his wife. Miss Boyd is the sister of Patti Boyd, the wife of George Harrison, aka Layla.

The first Fleetwood Mac album in the USA was “Then Play On”. The first show in Atlanta was at the Oglethorpe University gym, and by all accounts was a wild night. PG saw the sign advertising the event, but did not attend.

About the time of “Then Play On”, Peter Green started to get a bit weird. He dropped out of the band, but Jeremy Spencer and Danny Kirwan were still playing guitars. For a little while. Jeremy Spencer took a walk outside a Los Angeles hotel, and got recruited by the Children of G-d. Danny Kirwan had some issues, and decided to leave the band. Bob Welch stopped by for a few years, joined by Christine McVie, the wife of John.

The band was managed at this time by Clifford Davies, who by all accounts was a nasty piece of work. A man named Bob Weston had joined the band, and lasted until he had an affair with Jenny Fleetwood. Mr. Weston was fired, and a tour canceled. Clifford Davies decided that he owned the name Fleetwood Mac, and hired a group of players to go out and do shows. Fleetwood and the Mcvies were not amused, and Mick Fleetwood took over as the manager of the band.

By 1974, the band was pushing along, and selling about 300,000 copies of each album. On Halloween night 1974, Fleetwood Mac played at the Omni with Jefferson Starship. PG was at the Municipal Auditorium that night, seeing Jackson Browne and Bonnie Raitt.

In late 1974 Mick was looking for a studio. He came to a place, and an album came on the speakers, Mick was impressed by the guitar player. Soon after, Bob Welch felt the need to leave the band, and Mick thought the guitar player he heard at the studio was a good fit. (The band never did auditions, just asked people they liked to join). The guitar player was Lindsay Buckingham, and his girlfriend/musical partner was Stevie Nicks. This was the band that set sales records.

The first album with Buckingham/Nicks, simply titled “Fleetwood Mac”, became a phenomenon. The band was soon headlining in stadiums, and was on every fm radio station in the land. The band went into the studio to record a follow up. The second album took over a year to produce, and saw the McVies and the Fleetwoods get divorced. Buckingham and Nicks split their common law arrangement. Out of the turmoil came “Rumours”, which has sold roughly thirty million copies.

On August 29, 1978, PG got to see Fleetwood Mac at the Omni. Mick Fleetwood was on top of his game, pounding the skins with a glee that could be seen from the cheap seats. Fleetwood was a highlight, standing two meters tall and creating havoc on the drum stand.

Reading the book tells the rest of the story. Fleetwood’s father had died earlier that summer, and Mick was devastated. The band was straining under the pressures of super duper stardom. Mick had attempted a reconciliation with his wife, which was a painful failure. There was an affair between Mick and Stevie Nicks at this time. The idea that Mick Fleetwood could perform like he did that night tells you what a trooper he was.

The story continues. The book was written in 1991. There might be a volume two. This is a repost.




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Harold Bloom

Posted in Book Reports, GSU photo archive, The Internet, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on November 28, 2014

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On September 3, 2000, Harold Bloom appeared on Booknotes to promote How to Read and Why. Other C-SPAN news that day involved Vice President Al Gore and Republican Presidential candidate George W. Bush. Mr. Bloom is a professor at Yale University. He has written many books, despite not knowing how to type. There is no false modesty on display.

A teacher is an entertainer, knowing the value of a good line. Over the years, platitudes pile up. Mr. Bloom has collects both books, and clever lines about books. “Oh, I read everything and anything. I’m a desperate reader. If I can’t find anything else, my wife is likely to find me obsessively re-reading cereal box tops in the morning. … I now call myself at times, partly in self-deprication, but partly, I suppose, with a certain fury Bloom brontosaurus bardolater; that is to say, not only a worshiper of Shakespeare, but a brontosaurus, a dinosaur. I’ve never learned how to type”

Fourteen years ago, the internet was still called the “World Wide Web.” It was very much a work in progress. Mr. Bloom viewed the information superhighway with horror. “But the Internet, which I acknowledge is an economic and commercial necessity–the Internet–and many people disagree with me on this, I know–the Internet, I think, is a terrible danger to the life of the mind. It’s a terrible danger to real reading because it’s a kind of great, gray ocean in which everything merges with everything else. And extremely difficult–it is extremely difficult for a young person to establish standards of reading or to find again what could be called intellectual and aesthetic standards of judgment in relation to what is available on it. There is no guidance.”

PG listened to the conversation with Mr. Bloom in the background. In the foreground, pictures were being edited.This is something you cannot do with a dead tree book. This went on happily until the shockwave player crashed, and the machine needed a reboot. This is something else that does not happen with traditional publishing.

“He got rather offended and explained to me, in rather hurt tones, that Sir So-and-so was the leading British authority on information retrieval. I told him honestly, and it’s still true, I did not know what information retrieval was, and I did not wish to find out, and I still don’t know what it is. I said, `Who is the other gentleman?’ And then he said, quite coldly, `He is our leading authority on software.’ I said, `I’ve never learned to type. I’m not at all sure what software is.’ He said, `It doesn’t matter.’ He said, `In any case, Professor Bloom, you ought to come. You will represent the book.’ I said, `This is ridiculous.’ I said, `You’re going to ask me to have a discussion with an authority on something called information retrieval and an authority on software, and I, wretched creature, am supposed to represent the book? I am highly inadequate to represent the book. Anybody would be. And I will not come. Goodbye, sir.’ But that is the British Library.”

Mr. Bloom tells of a visit to Stanford University. The only pleasant time he had was a conversation with the Provost, Condoleezza Rice. (spell check suggestion: Condolence) The rest of the time he decries the custom of teaching literature based on the ethnicity of the author. He tells the story of a desk, with the legs falling off. From clumsy carpentry, he moves onto brain surgery. “If you were being wheeled in for a brain operation, and you were told that the brain surgeon had been chosen on the basis of fairness, on the basis of universalism, on the basis of multiculturalism, you would jump right off the operating table. We do not enforce these things in the medical schools.”

This sounds nice in theory. In real life, the brain surgeon was determined by the willingness of a health insurance bully to pay. Reality is more frightening than fictitious furniture.

The Booknotes conversation took place during election season. The discussion of politicians was indicated. “Leon Trotsky, who was a great, though murderous, human being, but a remarkable writer. And in his own way, a remarkable literary critic.” “I find it powerfully offensive that one of the two major presidential candidates is perhaps the least distinguished graduate of the entire history of Yale University, and I’ve taught there for 46 years, though I never taught this gentleman. But he has boasted to the press, at least until his people told him to talk differently about it, but he began by boasting to the press that he had never read a book through since he left Yale. And indeed, he laughed, he hadn’t read many through there. And, of course, I believe him”

No discussion about Harold Bloom is complete without Naomi Wolf. “In the late fall of 1983, professor Harold Bloom did something banal, human, and destructive: He put his hand on a student’s inner thigh—a student whom he was tasked with teaching and grading. The student was me, a 20-year-old senior at Yale.” Is Bill Cosby going to be teaching at Yale?

The one star comments about the book are festive. “His prose is at times crisp, yet his reasoning wanders about like somnambulist on a treadmill.” “Instead I found myself dragged into a solipsistic rant of Mr. Bloom’s favorite books.” “Please do not waste your money on this book. Each section is devoted ostensibly to a “critique” of a work that Mr. Bloom recommends to his unwashed readers.” Pictures are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”.

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Political Correctness In Self Parody Mode

Posted in GSU photo archive, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on November 27, 2014

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From a Braves report on the new stadium…The Cumberland area has been identified as one of the most walkable communities in the region, and this will only enhance that. ~ What if these reports are not true? ~ People get offended when you tell them Santa Claus does not exist. ~ Please use your words we are all still people and be kind! There is no reason to have this animosity towards one another! ~ “But during those years as I grew into adulthood, I watched Cosby be praised by everyone from Presidents to Oprah to the Jello Corporation.” Accuser Joan Tarshis ~ This link has a popup ad. You must answer the “poll question” to read the content. This scandal is being reported by the sleazy depths of the internet. There is also an auto start ad. And now it seems that Raven Symone never said this. ~ I have serious doubts about this accuser. I don’t doubt that Mr. Cosby has some problems. It is just that Joan Tarshis is more than a little bit flaky. The spell check suggestions for Tarshis are Tarnish, Starfish, Ishtar. ~ She does seem to be jumping on the bandwagon. And, to be honest, she may have been attractive 45 years ago … she is not now. ~ Please note that @aLtwiculate will not retweet sexist, racist, homophobic tweets. The world consists of both men & women & use of male only words to describe humanity is unacceptable in the 21st century – unless you are actually describing men only. ~ twitter has a strange sense of humor ~ Dr. Loury never did get a good explanation for the phrase “people of color”. This is a problematic expression. It apparently means everybody except caucasians of European origin. POC lumps in many divergent groups, who have little in common. Many of these groups speak a language other than english. Why do we use an english expression to describe them? There is also the curious cousin of POC … colored people. CP was considered a polite expression a few years ago. CP is almost the same expression as POC. It is like profanity … POC is acceptable, CP not acceptable, because society says so. ~ “people of colour” is political correctness in self-parody mode. I find it to a highly useful expression myself, because when someone says it, it reminds me to tune them out and think about something else more interesting, because they are unlikely to say anything meaningful.~ There is a Fibonaccian synchronicity to Wednesday’s anniversary of the Gettysburg Address. The original is famous for the phrase four score and seven. If you add four and seven, you get eleven. Wednesday was 151 years after the original address, or seven score and eleven. ~ How can you be against something you believe does not exist? ~ We want to know your opinion on this issue! While arguing about an opinion or idea is encouraged, personal attacks will not be tolerated. Please be respectful of others. The editorial team will delete a comment that is off-topic, abusive, exceptionally incoherent, includes a slur or is soliciting and/or advertising. Repeated violations of the policy will result in revocation of your user account. Please keep in mind that this is our online home; ill-mannered house guests will be shown the door. ~ I had never heard of Mr. Hutchins. Mr Google says: Widely regarded as one of the most gifted, charismatic and inspirational leaders of his generation, the Rev. Markel Hutchins, embodies servant leadership. ~ Send them a box of your beautiful memories. ~ The monday morning quarterbacks have spoken. ~ “No it was sold while we were still at DHS…and I’m probably still alive because of that fact” When I first saw that, the majority of the comments were hidden. I thought you were alive because they sold the house. ~ There is an ancient device for telling if someone is racist… a mirror ~ The look on Dr. Loury’s face is priceless ~ the lady has a sense of humor ~ Yes I will unfriend you if you choose this moment to troll people who are grieving. Good night. ~ I agreed until the last part Jesus is the source of the hatred I have felt from african america ~ pictures are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”. ~ selah

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Tendon High Koot

Posted in Poem, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on November 26, 2014

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Thanksgiving

Posted in History, Holidays, Library of Congress by chamblee54 on November 26, 2014


PG does not want to bore you with talk about gratitude. This is a repost . Pictures are from The Library of Congress. There will be one story.
“I used to work for a company that produced annual reports. One year, I was sent on this huge cross country trip to art direct a series of shots for a food processing mega-company, and one of the stops involved a turkey farm. Okay, so you have to understand that turkeys are extremely skittish birds. The slightest thing will set them off, so the farmer kept them in a large, basically dark barn just to keep them under some semblance of control. So we go in, and the photographer sets up the lights, which he gradually turned on so the birds (and me, for that matter) could get used to it. Everything’s going fine. We have the farmer in front of his (literally) hundreds of free-range turkeys. The photographer clicks off the shot… and in doing so sets off a flash he forgot he had triggered. Immediate chaos: birds running everywhere.At least a dozen fainted and died right on the spot. Farmer was none too happy. Neither was the agency.”































Your Racism

Posted in GSU photo archive, Politics, Quotes, Race by chamblee54 on November 25, 2014

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Last night, in anticipation of the Grand Jury presentation, chamblee54 published Freedom Lies Bleeding. Here is the text: grand jury renders opinion ~ national hissy fit begin again ~ when justice is popularity contest ~ freedom lies bleeding in street.

There was a comment. Anonymous said, on November 25, 2014 at 2:28 pm (Edit) Thanks Luthor… you’re racism never disappoints! The name was misspelled. The spell check suggestion is Author.

There is both style, and substance, to consider here. Is Freedom Lies Bleeding racist? Who knows? The definition of racism is growing, in carcinogenic fashion, as we speak. Some say it is systemic institutions of oppression. Some say it is jokes about toothpaste flavor. Maybe the best definition is that racism is anything that you do not like.

The poem was directed at the concept of mob rule. As President Obama said, “We are a nation built on the rule of law, so we have to accept this decision was the grand jury’s to make.”

A few years ago, O.J. Simpson was accused of murder. Many people thought he was guilty. After a long trial, he was found innocent. Should popular opinion have overruled the jury? No, it should not. The jury saw the evidence, and heard the arguments. The people can protest and debate, but they cannot take the place of a jury.

Is a dependence on a system of law and order racism? Anonymous seems to think so. Is he qualified to make this judgment? If racism is anything that you don’t like, then Anonymous is qualified to make the call. Maybe he/she knows something we don’t.

There is the style of the comment to consider. While Anonymous did not give his/her name, there was an I.P. address. The IPA is connected to a .edu server. Apparently, this is a workplace computer. Leaving insulting comments from your employer’s computer does not reflect well on the institution.

Anonymous is entitled to an opinion. However, leaving a name calling comment does not speak well for this individual. The six words say more about Anonymous than they do chamblee54. Pictures today are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”.

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Freedom Lies Bleeding

Posted in Poem, Politics, Race, Religion by chamblee54 on November 24, 2014

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Lemony Snicket And His Money

Posted in GSU photo archive, Politics, Race, The Internet, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on November 24, 2014

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PG was trolling twitter when he found this: ‏@Number13Press Lemony Snicket pledges up to $100,000 in racist joke apology. Who/what is Lemony Snicket? What did this person say? How can this joke be worth $100,000? Did he ever fork out the change?

Lemony Snicket is the pen name of Daniel Handler. Apparently he is not related to Chelsea Handler. Mr. Handler told a “joke” at the National Book Award affair about a black lady who was “allergic to watermelon.” Toothpaste flavor was not involved.

Knickers were twisted coast to coast. Mr. Handler was called out, and out, and out. Mr. Snicket took to twitter, and said my bad.

@DanielHandler My remarks on Wednesday night at #NBAwards were monstrously inappropriate and yes, racist. -DH [1/4]
@DanielHandler It would be heartbreaking for the #NBAwards conversation to focus on my behavior instead of great books. So can we do this? -DH [2/4]
@DanielHandler Let’s donate to #WeNeedDiverseBooks to #CelebrateJackie. I’m in for $10,000, and matching your money for 24 hours up to $100,000. -DH [3/4[
@DanielHandler Brown Girl Dreaming is an amazing novel and we need more voices like Jacqueline Woodson. -DH [4/4]

The mea culpa tweets were dated November 21. It is now November 24. Presumably, the 24 hours are over. A check on google does not reveal how much money Mr. Handler will need to match. It also is not known whether the money was ever sent. This is a problem when people make a show about donating money in the future. There is seldom any proof that the donation took place.

When googling Daniel Handler, the first suggested search is “net worth.” He wrote an article for the New York Times in 2007. It began: “Let’s start by saying I have a lot of money. I’ve acquired it by writing children’s books about terrible things happening to orphans, and this seems like such a crazy and possibly monstrous way of acquiring money that I give a lot of it away.”

The tweet at the top of the page linked to The Guardian. It has a lively comment section. ArkEton “A paltry $100k and an apology? It’s time we stop letting these people off so lightly. Making a racist joke is the worst thing in the world. It should be highly illegal and they should go to prison for a very long time. An apology? Like that makes it okay? Damn you racists.”

Pictures today are from “The Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”.

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Reconciliation

Posted in Poem, War by chamblee54 on November 23, 2014

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Fifty One Years

Posted in GSU photo archive, History, Politics by chamblee54 on November 22, 2014

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Fifty one years ago, John Kennedy went to the oval office in the sky. Did Marilyn Monroe greet him?

The bullets hit Mr.Kennedy at 12:30. He arrived at the hospital at 12:37. He had a faint heartbeat on arrival, but quickly succumbed to his wounds.

In Georgia, PG was nine years old. He was in Miss Mckenzie’s fourth grade class. There was going to be an assembly soon, and the class was going to perform. There was a rehearsal in the cafetorium, and some of the kids were acting up. They went back to the class, and PG thought they were going to be chewed out about the misbehavior in the cafetorium. Instead, Miss Mckenzie came into the room, and told the kids that President Kennedy had been shot during a parade in Dallas Texas. She did not say anything about his condition. One kid cheered the news.

School let out at the regular time, and PG walked home. His mother and brother were crying. He was told that the president had died. The cub scouts meeting that afternoon was canceled.

Later that night, a plane arrived in Washington. The tv cameras showed a gruesome looking man walk up to a microphone. He was introduced as President Lyndon Johnson. This may have been the worst moment of that day. Pictures by “Special Collections and Archives, Georgia State University Library”.

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