From Liveleak with all it’s comments, I present: Bull’s First Assault! A knock out?
It looks as if the bull inserted his horn/or horns into the man’s torso.
Warning…do not click on the link if you are against bull fighting or seeing some idiots playing toreador in what looks like a town’s center or square.
From the Imagine Museum to the Holocaust Museum to a a title of a book Alicia My Story to the Devil in the Grove to Olive Grove a two-month-old girl and to Epiphany a kitten, so named by Joseph and his son Titan who I met as I walked towards the Epiphany celebration in Tarpon Springs, to the #MeToo movement.
On page 50 of Gilbert King’s, Devil in the Grove, Thurgood Marshall the Groveland Boys, and the Dawn of a New America “… A thoroughgoing study of one of the most important civil rights cases argued by Thurgood Marshall in dimantling Jim Crow strictures…Deeeply reserched and superbly composed.” —Kirkus Reviews (starred review)—
In December 1940, Eleanor Strubing, a thirty-two-year-old housewife, socialite, and former fashion model from Greenwich, Connecticut, claimed that her Negro butler and chauffeur, Joseph Spell, had kidnapped her, written a ramson note, tied her up, then raped four times before dragging her to a car and driving to Kensico Reservoir, in adjacent West Chester County/ New York where he’d thrown her off a bridge into the wate and then pelted her with rocks. The newspaper coverage was predictably sensational. The front page of hte New York Daily News featured a pictue of Strubing in a bathing suit adjacent ot a phot of Spell, arranged so the the brooding butler appeard t be staring staight at the vulnerable socialite. The provocative story led to rumores that “panic-stricken Westchester families were firing their black servant,”
Instead of finding the front cover on microfilm of the December 1940 New York Daily News, I found:
Marshall and #MeToo: A 77-year-old civil rights fight exposes the reactionary character of the sexual misconduct witch-hunt.
by Fred Mazellis, 1 February 2018
The 2018 Academy Award nominations have been announced, and among those films passed over was Marshall, the film biography of Thurgood Marshall, the first African-American Justice of the US Supreme Court.
The film, as we have previously noted, suffered from its one-sided portrayal of the career of its protagonist, but despite this weakness, its subject matter was significant and worth considering. It focused on a landmark criminal case in a Northern courtroom, in the period just before US entry into the Second World War.
In winning acquittal for a black defendant, Joseph Spell, accused of raping his white employer, Marshall and his co-counsel, Sam Friedman, struck an important blow for civil rights and liberties, against racial discrimination in the legal system. Marshall had been sent to Connecticut by the National Association for the Advancement of Colored People (NAACP) to assist Friedman, who was admitted to the Connecticut bar.
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Most frustrating to Marshall was the fact that the NAACP did not have suffiecient funds to provide legal assistance; also, many of the rape cases simply did not fit the criteria that Marshall himself had defined for LDF (Legal Defense Fund). Outraged by the inhumanity of whites who abused their power or authority, and moved deeply by the suffering of their poor black victims. Marshall could only apologize that he and the organization could not do more, in the affectively written letters he sent to regional NAACP personnel, as well as to the families of raped, beaten , and sometimes murdered adolescent girls.
Yesterday while enjoying a mini Greek Salad with a side of Grilled Chicken and a car show in a small town in Florida, the revelry of seeing people walking by Toula’s was broken as I was finishing my meal. I heard two quick shots, within one second of each other. I stayed seated waiting to see the reaction of the crowd. They had frozen in place as if waiting for instructions from someone to flee. Those working the diner had all stepped to the door to look towards the right, where they thought the noise was from a car that had backfired.
I kept my Canon with the 100mm lens ready to see who would come running by. I saw a tall man running away from the noise, later two more ran towards the noise. The woman trailing the faster man.
I continued eating and drinking my water, till I saw Michele by the plate glass window trying to see the commotion to the right of Toulas. I asked her if she had purchased the T-shirts she had so much admired while we ate lunch. She had placed an order with the lady I have always associated as being Toula.
I told Michele I was going to see who had died. The crowd was amassed on the four corners of a busy main street and the Pinellas Trail. Yellow, “police do not cross” tape was being placed by an officer. The man who was the emcee of the car show was trying to shame the people from taking film of a dead man being given CPR by two policemen. I debated two seconds to see if I should take a few pictures of this scene.
Living in New York City, I had never encountered a dead man lying in the street. I had however seen one in South America as I was being driven higher in altitude, towards the cool mountain air in Cali, Colombia. This man was so dead, no one was giving him CPR. Unlike this incident in Tarpon Springs, no one was filming and no one was hanging around waiting for the policemen to arrive.
That day I also had a camera in hand, but the shock of seeing someone dead while driving by interfered with my role as an observer with a camera.
You may read about the developing facts of this shooting in the Sunday May 7, 2017 edition of the Tampa Bay Times.
Why the title of this entry? Happy is the man who finds his grave.©May 7, 2017 I don’t know why this thought or title has been resonating in my mind. I think I heard it while taking a shower listening to my Ipod, and if not, then it’s going to become the title of my book after I finish the first one titled My Mango ©1968
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OASIS,/ Julio 05 de 2012 sent by: Alberto Angel
Thu 7/5/2012, 4:42 PM
Dicen que hay tres clases de personas: los seres idealistas, los derrotistas y las personas realistas.
Los primeros se nutren de fantasías y, algún día, los golpes de la vida los aterrizan y fácilmente van al polo glacial del conformismo.
Los pesimistas consumados son incapaces de disfrutar la luz del sol por estar pensando en la oscuridad de la noche.
Son seres lúgubres que en un hermoso pañuelo con una pequeña mancha sólo ven la mancha.
Las personas realistas saben que la vida es como un claroscuro de Rembrandt o de Caravaggio.
Saben que luz y sombra, riqueza y pobreza son dos caras de la misma moneda y que ninguna es mala o buena de por sí.
Las personas realistas buscan lo mejor sin los delirios y el estrés del perfeccionista.
Tú escoges cuál rol desempeñas y ojalá elijas asumir con fe, amor y esperanza todo lo que la vida le ofrece.