Sunday, July 28, 2013

T. G. Harrison


My grandad, Tommie George, wasn't fairing very well and so I had to go see him. And at 94 (well he'll be 94 in 5 weeks) he is literally the cutest grandad on the planet!

Born 09-09-1919; there is a massive amount of history in grandad's sharp as a tack memory and a massive amount of mayhem (no mules, not an ounce, dads/sons, -- lolololol -- ) and things without a lick o' sense. 

Lordamercy.

I used to feel cheated not to have had that side of the family in my life. Now, I'm just happy ;).

See that smile? So. Much. Love. Who could feel anything but happy seeing that smile?
Blew my grandad a big ole kiss. I think he thinks I'm kinda crazy, so yeah...I belong to them ;).
Me, grandad, Eric...last day there, I was so sad ;'(.
DJ is such a butthead! Lol. This is the only pic Toya & I took :(.
I secretly think Mufasa & I are twin cousins, 16 yrs apart. Lol

Uncle Lonnie (Toya's daddy), Eric (Mufasa), DJ (the mannnnnnnn), and me. Chillin w my fellas. I don't worry 'bout a thing with these guys around. 

Eric: (just waiting for anyone to step out of line) That's right cuuuuuz. 
DJ: (laughing, also hoping for a habitual line crosser) I wish a mofo would
Uncle Lonnie: (the one that supports these guys to act a fool) THAT'S RIGHT NEPHEW!
All three of us: He gone learn TA-Day! Lol
My cousins (L to R) April (so in love with her), Nikki (Eric's wife & EJ  -- my chi chi's mom --), Trouble T-Roy, LaToya (who drives me insane but makes my lil ole heart beat), and Tionna (sexxymama)
My cousin Nicole whose married to my favorite favorite guy cousin on the planet Mufasa (Eric) with all the hair up there!
It's so hard to leave, I cry every single time ;'(. Me, grandad, Auntie Joann. I love her soooooooo much!

My Auntie Sue has the prettiest smile, ever!












Monday, July 15, 2013

Lament from a White Father -- Jim Wallis

(HuffingtonPost.com)

It's time for white people -- especially white parents -- to listen, to learn, and to speak out on the terribly painful loss of Trayvon Martin.

If my white 14-year-old son Luke had walked out that same night, in that same neighborhood, just to get a snack, he would have come back to his dad unharmed -- and would still be with me and Joy today. Everyone, being honest with ourselves, knows that is true. But when black 17-year-old Trayvon Martin went out that night, just to get a snack, he ended up dead -- and is no longer with his dad and mom. Try to imagine how that feels, as his parents.

It was a political, legal, and moral mistake to not put race at the center of this trial because it was at the center from the beginning of this terrible case. Many are now saying, "There was a trial; the results must be accepted." How well the case against George Zimmerman was prosecuted, how fair the tactics of the defense were, the size and selection of the jury, how narrowly their instructions were given -- all will be the subject of legal discussions for a very long time.

But while the legal verdicts of this trial must be accepted, the larger social meaning of court cases and verdicts must be dealt with, especially as they impact the moral quality of our society.

This is not just about verdicts but also about values. 

And the impact of race in and on this case, this trial, and the response to it around the country must now all be centrally addressed.

There is no doubt that this whole tragedy began with the racial profiling of Trayvon Martin. In George Zimmerman's comments, rationales, and actions, the identity of Trayvon as a young black man was absolutely central. Both sides in the courtroom admitted that.

And when the defense put up as a witness a white woman who had been robbed by black men as central to why Zimmerman picked out Trayvon Martin to follow and stalk -- it really said it all. Was she robbed by Trayvon Martin? No. So why should he be suspect because of another black robber? That is racial profiling. Period.

As the Reverend Doctor Martin Luther King, Jr. said in his most famous "I Have a Dream" speech, whose 50th anniversary is coming up this August 24th:

"I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character."

King's dream failed on February 26, 2012, in Sanford, Fla., when George Zimmerman decided to follow Trayvon Martin because of the color of his skin. This led to a confrontation in which a child was killed by an adult who got away with it, because of the way Florida laws were written and interpreted.

What exactly happened between Zimmerman and Martin will never be known, because the boy is dead and the adult did not have to testify and be cross examined. How a black boy responded to a strange man who was following him, and what the stranger did with that, is a story we can never really know. But regardless of the verdict that rests on narrow definitions of self-defense and reasonable doubt, it is absolutely clear that racial profiling was present in this whole incident.

And racial profiling is a sin in the eyes of God. It should also be a crime in the eyes of our society, and the laws we enact to protect each other and our common good.

White parents should ask black parents what they were talking about with their children this weekend. It is a long-standing conversation between black dads and moms, especially with their boys, about how to carefully behave in the presence of police officers with guns. Now they must add any stranger who might have a gun and could claim they were fearful of a black man and had to shoot. The spread of legalized carried-and-concealed weapons and the generous self-defense laws that accompany the guns will lead to the death of more black men in particular.

Death is horrible enough. But systematic injustice -- one that allows white boys to assume success, yet leads black boys to cower from the very institutions created to protect our own wellbeing -- is a travesty. Listen to the stories from Saturday and Sunday nights, of 12-year-old black boys who asked to sleep in bed with their parents because they were afraid. If black youth in America can't rely on the police, the law, or their own neighborhood for protection -- where can they go?

This is one of those painful moments which reveal an utterly segregated society, in reality and perception alike. White people have almost no idea of what black people are thinking and feeling -- even the parents of their children's friends from school or sports teams who are black. Trust me: Most white people over this past weekend, whether conservatives or liberals, had almost no idea of what was happening in virtually every black family in America.

Finally, there is a religious message here for all Christians. If there ever was a time that demonstrated why racially and culturally diverse congregations are needed -- that time is now. The body of Christ is meant, instructed, and commanded by Christ to be racially inclusive. If white Christians stay in our mostly-white churches and talk mostly to each other we will never understand how our black brothers and sisters are feeling after a terrible weekend like this one. It was the conversation of every black church in America on this Sunday, but very few white Christians heard that discussion or felt that pain.

White Christians cannot and must not leave the sole responsibility of telling the truth about America, how it has failed Trayvon Martin and so many black Americans, solely to their African-American brothers and sisters in Christ. It's time for white Christians to listen to their black brothers and sisters, to learn their stories, and to speak out for racial justice and reconciliation. The country needs multi-racial communities of faith to show us how to live together.  

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Jim Wallis is president of Sojourners. His book, On God's Side: What Religion Forgets and Politics Hasn't Learned About Serving the Common Good, is now available. Watch the Story of the Common Good HERE. Follow Jim on Twitter @JimWallis

Saturday, July 13, 2013

Take Me To The King (Live)

So, yeah. Her voice made me feel, when I was numb.
Help me, help me when she ever broke into my FAVORITE gospel song (ok 2nd fave) of all time:
"I Surrender" AND then went back to "Take Me...)
Father.
God.
My hand shot into the air...HaLLELujaaaah!
Enjoy.





[Chorus:]
Take me to the King
I don't have much to bring
My heart is torn in pieces
It's my offering
Take me to the King

[Verse 1:]
Truth is I'm tired
Options are few
I'm trying to pray
But where are you?
I'm all churched out
Hurt and abused
I can't fake
What's left to do?

Truth is I'm weak
No strength to fight
No tears to cry
Even if I tried
But still my soul
Refuses to die
One touch will change my life

[Chorus:]
Take me to the King
I don't have much to bring
My heart's torn in pieces
It's my offering

Lay me at the throne
Leave me there alone
To gaze upon Your glory
And sing to You this song
Please take me to the King

[Verse 2:]
Truth is it's time
To stop playing these games
We need a word
For the people's pain

So Lord speak right now
Let it fall like rain
oh, yeah, We're desperate
We're chasing after you

[Bridge:]
No rules, no religion
I've made my decision
To run to You –
The healer that I need

[Chorus:]
Take me to the King
I don't have much to bring
My heart's torn to pieces
It's my offering

Lay me at the throne
Leave me there alone
To gaze upon Your glory
And to sing to You this song

Take me to the...

Lord we're in the way
We keep making mistakes
Glory is not for us
It's all for You

[Chorus:]
Take me to the King
I don't have much to bring
My heart's torn to pieces
It's my offering

Lay me at the throne
Leave me there alone
To gaze upon Your glory
And sing to You this song

Take me to the King [3x]

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Here's a bit of advice...

Think and before you speak or act, let it flow through love;

See things from the other person's perspective -- it really is not about just you;

Having a woman by your side is one thing, keeping her there is a completely different thing;

Ultimatums are never a good idea. I do not give them nor will I receive them. Ever.

I let Happiness in...and happy is what I am going to BE.


Before Octavia's taste-testing & dancing. This was definitely a good day!


My son needs some sun! Lol, he's just doing the MOST with his heart & soul. 


I don't even drink extra stout; I don't even really know what it refers to other than a very dark beer. Lol, but it matched my jeans. #BOSS. This pic was taken after I danced my head off from Special Ed, KRS1, RUN DMC, NAS... Good times. Good times.

I did a serious serenade to the above kid, NAS's "1 Mic" but he was foraging for food so he missed it. Lol.

My hair went through a transitioning metamorphosis! 

Check out the YouTube (www.youtube.com/AyeshaMoore) videos for natural hair care & sometimes a glimpse of my very modest & humble opinions...





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