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In die VSA heers daar groot ontsteltenis oor die 17-jarige trolling around tiener, Trayvon Martin, se moordenaar wat verlede week deur die hof in Florida vrygespreek is. George Zimmerman en Martin was glo in n bakleiery betrokke, waarop die gewapende Zimmerman die ongewapende tiener doodgeskiet het. Die hof se bevinding was dat Zimmerman uit selfverdediging opgetree het.
In n sterk bewoorde reaksie op die New York Times se webblad skryf Charles trolling around M. Blow onder andere soos volg: In a way, the not-guilty verdict in the trial of George Zimmerman for his killing of Trayvon Martin was more powerful than a guilty verdict could ever have been. It was the perfect wrenching coda to a story that illustrates just how utterly and completely our system of justice both moral and legal failed Martin and his family [...] The system began to fail Martin long before trolling around that night. trolling around The system trolling around failed him when Florida s self-defense laws were written, allowing trolling around an aggressor to claim self-defense in the middle of an altercation and to use deadly force in that defense with no culpability for his role in the events that led to that point. The system failed him because of the disproportionate force that he and the neighborhood watchman could legally bring to the altercation Zimmerman could legally carry a concealed firearm, while Martin, who was only 17, could not. The system failed him when the neighborhood watchman grafted on stereotypes the moment he saw him, ascribing motive and behavior and intent and criminal history to a boy who was just walking home [ ] The whole system failed Martin. What prevents it from failing my children, trolling around or yours? I feel that I must tell my boys that, but I can t. It s stuck in my throat. It s an impossibly heartbreaking trolling around conversation to have. So, I sit and watch in silence, and occasionally mouth the word, breathe, because I keep forgetting to.
Maar nie almal sit net stil en kyk nie. Veral nie die voormalige poet laureate, Rita Dove, nie. Sy het naamlik trolling around n aangrypende gedig vir Trayvon trolling around Martin geskryf wat by The Root gelees kan word. Ook City Lights Booksellers het op n besonderse manier reageer. Hulle het naamlik n uiters trolling around toepaslike gedig van Langston Hughes, Kids Who Die op hul webblad, Abandon All Despair Ye Who Enter Here , geplaas.
It is difficult/to get the news from poems /yet men die miserably every day/for lack/of what is found there./Hear me out/for I too am concerned/and every man/who trolling around wants to die at peace in his bed/besides.
Hey! It tastes good, shoving your voice down a throat trolling around thinking only of sweetness. Go on, choke on that. Did you say something? Are you thinking again? Stop! and get your ass gone, your blackness, that casual little red riding hood I ‘ m just on my way home attitude as if this street was his to walk on. Do you do hear me talking to you? Boy. How dare he smile, jiggling his goodies in that tiny shiny bag, his black paw crinkling it, how dare he tinkle their laughter trolling around at you.
Here’s a fine basket of riddles: If a mouth shoots off and no one’s around trolling around to hear it, who can say which came first push or shove, bang or whimper? Which is news fit to write home about?
Kids trolling around will die in the swamps of Mississippi Organizing sharecroppers Kids will die in the streets of Chicago Organizing workers Kids will die in the orange groves of California Telling trolling around others to get together Whites and Filipinos, Negroes and Mexicans, All kinds of kids will die Who don t believe in lies, and bribes, and contentment And a lousy peace.
Of course, the wise and the learned Who pen editorials in the papers, And the gentlemen with Dr. in front of their names White and black, Who make surveys and write books Will live on weaving words to smother the kids who die, And the sleazy courts, And the bribe-reaching police, trolling around And the blood-loving generals, And the money-loving preachers Will all raise their hands against the kids who die, Beating them with laws and clubs and bayonets and bullets To frighten the people For the kids who die are like iron in the blood of the people And the old and rich don t want the people To taste the iron of the kids who die, Don t want the people to get wise to their own power, trolling around To believe an Angelo trolling around Herndon, or even get together
Listen, trolling around kids who die Maybe, now, there will be no monument for you Except trolling around in our hearts Maybe your bodies ll be lost in a swamp Or a prison trolling around grave, or the potter s field, Or the rivers where you re drowned like Leibknecht But the day will come You are sure yourselves that it is coming When the marching feet of the masses Will raise for you a living monument of love, And joy, and laughter, And black hands and white hands clasped as one, And a song that reaches the sky The song of the life triumphant Through the kids who die.
Get your black ass gone… Louis, ek het die hele saak
In die VSA heers daar groot ontsteltenis oor die 17-jarige trolling around tiener, Trayvon Martin, se moordenaar wat verlede week deur die hof in Florida vrygespreek is. George Zimmerman en Martin was glo in n bakleiery betrokke, waarop die gewapende Zimmerman die ongewapende tiener doodgeskiet het. Die hof se bevinding was dat Zimmerman uit selfverdediging opgetree het.
In n sterk bewoorde reaksie op die New York Times se webblad skryf Charles trolling around M. Blow onder andere soos volg: In a way, the not-guilty verdict in the trial of George Zimmerman for his killing of Trayvon Martin was more powerful than a guilty verdict could ever have been. It was the perfect wrenching coda to a story that illustrates just how utterly and completely our system of justice both moral and legal failed Martin and his family [...] The system began to fail Martin long before trolling around that night. trolling around The system trolling around failed him when Florida s self-defense laws were written, allowing trolling around an aggressor to claim self-defense in the middle of an altercation and to use deadly force in that defense with no culpability for his role in the events that led to that point. The system failed him because of the disproportionate force that he and the neighborhood watchman could legally bring to the altercation Zimmerman could legally carry a concealed firearm, while Martin, who was only 17, could not. The system failed him when the neighborhood watchman grafted on stereotypes the moment he saw him, ascribing motive and behavior and intent and criminal history to a boy who was just walking home [ ] The whole system failed Martin. What prevents it from failing my children, trolling around or yours? I feel that I must tell my boys that, but I can t. It s stuck in my throat. It s an impossibly heartbreaking trolling around conversation to have. So, I sit and watch in silence, and occasionally mouth the word, breathe, because I keep forgetting to.
Maar nie almal sit net stil en kyk nie. Veral nie die voormalige poet laureate, Rita Dove, nie. Sy het naamlik trolling around n aangrypende gedig vir Trayvon trolling around Martin geskryf wat by The Root gelees kan word. Ook City Lights Booksellers het op n besonderse manier reageer. Hulle het naamlik n uiters trolling around toepaslike gedig van Langston Hughes, Kids Who Die op hul webblad, Abandon All Despair Ye Who Enter Here , geplaas.
It is difficult/to get the news from poems /yet men die miserably every day/for lack/of what is found there./Hear me out/for I too am concerned/and every man/who trolling around wants to die at peace in his bed/besides.
Hey! It tastes good, shoving your voice down a throat trolling around thinking only of sweetness. Go on, choke on that. Did you say something? Are you thinking again? Stop! and get your ass gone, your blackness, that casual little red riding hood I ‘ m just on my way home attitude as if this street was his to walk on. Do you do hear me talking to you? Boy. How dare he smile, jiggling his goodies in that tiny shiny bag, his black paw crinkling it, how dare he tinkle their laughter trolling around at you.
Here’s a fine basket of riddles: If a mouth shoots off and no one’s around trolling around to hear it, who can say which came first push or shove, bang or whimper? Which is news fit to write home about?
Kids trolling around will die in the swamps of Mississippi Organizing sharecroppers Kids will die in the streets of Chicago Organizing workers Kids will die in the orange groves of California Telling trolling around others to get together Whites and Filipinos, Negroes and Mexicans, All kinds of kids will die Who don t believe in lies, and bribes, and contentment And a lousy peace.
Of course, the wise and the learned Who pen editorials in the papers, And the gentlemen with Dr. in front of their names White and black, Who make surveys and write books Will live on weaving words to smother the kids who die, And the sleazy courts, And the bribe-reaching police, trolling around And the blood-loving generals, And the money-loving preachers Will all raise their hands against the kids who die, Beating them with laws and clubs and bayonets and bullets To frighten the people For the kids who die are like iron in the blood of the people And the old and rich don t want the people To taste the iron of the kids who die, Don t want the people to get wise to their own power, trolling around To believe an Angelo trolling around Herndon, or even get together
Listen, trolling around kids who die Maybe, now, there will be no monument for you Except trolling around in our hearts Maybe your bodies ll be lost in a swamp Or a prison trolling around grave, or the potter s field, Or the rivers where you re drowned like Leibknecht But the day will come You are sure yourselves that it is coming When the marching feet of the masses Will raise for you a living monument of love, And joy, and laughter, And black hands and white hands clasped as one, And a song that reaches the sky The song of the life triumphant Through the kids who die.
Get your black ass gone… Louis, ek het die hele saak
