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If I had not spend a bout five years in New York downtown among the art scene, I would have not been capable of writing the kind of style that I use. My style more akin to the collage or jazz which I play than to traditional linear non-fiction. In writing Barack Obama and Return of Jim Crow Media....Media has not changed its marketing strategy since 1830s with arrival of the penny press, the idea that African Americans and Africans are intellectually inferior, a side show to the news the source of all the country's problem that has not changed but getting worse, appearing there they would meet a black journalist in nation's news room and TV studio , but now they been bought out fire 100s of them, now an all white jury judging black Americans , institutions...
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Sunday, July 4, 2010
I was elected with 28,000 votes city-wide. I hit the ground running by filling Barbara Kavenaugh's vacancy for six weeks. Thus I entered the year 2000 with "seniority" and experience over my colleagues. I hired a Grassroots operative named Tina Bethea as clerk secretary and in a very controversial move, I hired Jeremy Toth, who had run against me in the primary. Jeremy was an attorney who had great experience. We passed a great deal of legislation.
Honestly, I campaigned with the platform of needing only one four year term to do what was needed. I was true to my word (LOL)! I am Buffalo's last councilmember at large. I remain "at-large."
Charley H. Fisher, III
Thursday, April 22, 2010
After decades of silence, Simeon Wright finally recounts the night his cousin Emmett Till was martyred.By Adrienne Samuels Gibbs
Simeon Wright is a retired pipe fitter living in west suburban Summit Argo. He's a church deacon and a happily married man. He also has a place in history, though he's not proud of the reason.
Wright was a witness to the encounter that led to the 1955 lynching death of his cousin, Emmett Till, a tragedy that galvanized the civil rights movement. He was in bed next to Till—whom the family called Bobo—the night he was kidnapped.
Till, who was from Chicago, was 14 when his mother, Mamie, sent him down to Money, Mississippi, for a visit with her uncle Moses Wright and his family. One evening he and a group including Simeon went into town for a trip to the white-owned Bryant's Grocery. Accounts still vary as to what happened: some say Till whistled at 21-year-old Carolyn Bryant; some that he told her "Bye, baby" when leaving the store; some that he took her hand and asked her for a date. Carolyn herself later claimed that Till had grabbed her and put his arms around her.
Four days later she, her husband, Roy Bryant, and his half brother, J.W. Milam, turned up at the Wright house in the middle of the night and took Till away, the two men threatening Moses with death if he told anyone. Three days after that, Till's mutilated body was fished out of the Tallahatchie River.
Simeon was 12 then. Now he's 67. For years he tried to stifle the memory and flat-out refused to talk about it, even to his wife, Annie. But it wouldn't go away, and it has finally come out in the form of a book: Simeon's Story: An Eyewitness Account of the Kidnapping of Emmett Till, cowritten with New York journalist Herb Boyd and published by Lawrence Hill Books, an imprint of Chicago Review Press. The book is about more than that terrible day. It's also about a man who could've stayed angry his entire life but found a way not to.
"Every time I'd see a film or read an article about it, I'd get upset," Simeon says, sipping coffee at a Starbucks near his house, wearing a Mount Rushmore souvenir cap and a green windbreaker. After the trial resulted in the acquittal of both men charged, despite the brave testimony of his father, Wright and his family had been crushed. "I was enraged and embittered by the verdict," he writes. "What made it worse were the shouts of victory, glee, and sheer joy coming from the whites inside and outside of the courtroom."
The family abandoned their farm and moved north to what was then known as Argo, after the town's corn starch refinery. Simeon grew into a tough young man who didn't walk away from a fight with anyone white.
"You know, hate is a strong word," he says, carefully. "I grew up with a chip on my shoulder. I was going to fight back. I had that chip until the age of 24. I knew those white boys would call me the N word, and all I did was wait for them to say it."
After graduating from high school in 1962, Simeon went through the apprentice program at Reynolds Aluminum in McCook, Illinois. He didn't take part in the civil rights movement. "While I sincerely believed in Dr. King's goals, I didn't agree with his nonviolent strategy at the time," he writes. "If somebody hit me, I was going to hit him back. I remember being simply amazed to see footage on television of black people being pulled from their cars and beaten during civil rights marches. . . . I would have run over every one of those whites before I allowed them to pull me from my car."
He met Annie in 1964, and they started dating. To her he seemed well-adjusted, regular. But mentally he was struggling.
"I was dreaming that I'd be shot," he says. "And I don't believe in slipups. If you have a premonition you've got to change your ways."
That's when Simeon had a talk with God. He says the spirit came upon him while he was drunk. "The voice said, 'If you die in your sins you're going to hell,'" he says. "That next night I told my friends, 'Boys, I'm going to church.' I went to a church on the south side, near 73rd and Chappelle, and I committed myself to Christ."
After he heard the voice he stopped dating Annie, choosing to give himself over to the faith. But she waited patiently, and started going to church too. They married in 1971 and, he writes in his book, "are still together and madly in love."
In the late 90s Simeon was approached by Keith Beauchamp, who was at work on the documentary The Untold Story of Emmett Louis Till. Through Beauchamp he met Boyd, the author of 18 books includingWe Shall Overcome: The History of the Civil Rights Movement as It Happened, who encouraged him to write an eyewitness account. Annie had also been badgering him about setting the record straight.
"I got tired of him" complaining about distorted accounts, she says. "I said, 'Well, if you want the truth, then write it.' He kept hee-hawing. I told him he wasn't no spring chicken."
In 2004 the U.S. Justice Department, prompted in part by Beauchamp's documentary, reopened an investigation into the case, exhuming Till's body from his grave in Burr Oak Cemetery the following year. The medical examiner found that he had died from a gunshot wound to the head and ruled it a homicide. But Milam and Roy Bryant had already died, both from cancer, and there wasn't any evidence directly implicating Carolyn.
After reading a story about the exhumation, Jeff Steinberg, executive director of the black living-history group Sojourn to the Past, contacted Wright, asking him to address student groups. He began meeting with them in 2006, and the following year began work on the book. In the acknowledgments he thanks the students, who in their "passion and hunger for the truth . . . literally pulled the story out of me."
Written with young adults in mind, his memoir begins with a portrait of life in the jim crow south. He goes on to recount his memories of the events of Till's visit and abduction and the trial that took place a scarce three weeks after the discovery of the body. (He and his family were unable to attend the funeral in Chicago, which was held with an open casket at Mamie's insistence and drew a crowd of 50,000.) He writes about growing up in Argo, praising several white teachers who encouraged him, and covers the federal reinvestigation of the case and the 2008 passage of the Emmett Till Unsolved Civil Rights Crimes Act, which set up a Justice Department cold-case unit to investigate crimes of the civil rights era.
But at the book's heart is what he heard and saw. Mamie always insisted that her son, who had a stutter, must have whistled while trying to get a word out. Simeon says that nothing of the sort happened inside the store—and that the counter between Bobo and Carolyn Bryant prevented any contact of the sort she claimed to have occurred. He says that after leaving the store the group was standing out in front when a few minutes later she came out and headed toward her car. Bobo, he writes, let out a "loud wolf whistle, a big-city 'whee wheeeee!'"
The stunned southerners panicked, and Bobo begged them not to tell anyone what he'd done. Simeon didn't.
If he could do it all over again, he says, he would have told his father everything the first time around. He wouldn't have clammed up. Perhaps then Till could have been saved.
"If I'd known, if I'd dreamed what would have happened, I would have told daddy that he whistled," Simeon says. "But it's over. You go from anger to forgiving the people who did this. You don't get over it, but you do get through it."
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Friday, April 9, 2010
Before she died in 2003 Mamie Till Bradley wrote "the past shapes the way we are in the present and the way we will become what we to become. It is only because I have finally understood the past, accepted it, embraced it, that I can fully live in the moment."
Yet, the more one reads about "Bobo" his nickname, the more one wonders what had happened in the barn the day of his abduction, torture, and murder his mangled body found three days later upside down his legs the only part visible sticking out the Tallahatchie River weighted down by a 70 lb gin fan barbed wired around his neck as an anchor. One eyewitness remembered hearing the screams from the barn as Emmett Till struggled with his abductors as many as four or six white adult men-- one of them, J.W. Milan 6 ft 235 lbs -- courageously, challenging white supremacy and terrorism, an early martyr of the Civil Rights Movement
One of the other teenagers that accompanied Emmett Till to the store where the alleged incident of the infamous whistle at a white woman had happen, his cousin, mentioned things might have turned out differently if only his uncle knew what had happened. He kept a shot-gun in the house but was not ready because he didn't know they were coming for Emmett at 2 AM on Sunday morning, August 28,1955. They had promised Emmett they would not tell certainly a decision they had regretted. But they were young boys unaware of the perils ahead when the white men abducted Emmett.
I met Mrs. Mamie Till Mobley, before she died of heart failure on January 8, 2003, in Buffalo at the opening of the Emmett Till play about 2002 at the African-Cultural Center on Masten Avenue. The worst scene was the casket the image of Emmett, his face, the one bludgeoned shown up on a screen above the stage.
Interestingly, the U.S. Army executed the father of Emmett Till ten years earlier and he was court-martial in 1945 after allegedly he was found guilty of raping two Italian women. I found this point to be incredulous to think an enlisted African-American man essentially from a segregated and racist America would be raping white women in Europe.
In the her book, Death of Innocence: The Story of the Hate Crime that Changed America (2003), Mrs. Till mentioned how he religiously sent his child support payments enough for her to save more than $5, 000, a large sum for any families in those days. Emmett's mother attempted to get information from the U.S. Army who denied her the records at the time, sending only a ring with his initials L.T, the one found on Emmett Tills decomposed body in the Tallahatchie River used to identify him.
Also, she recalled one time when they dated, Louis Till offered to buy her a banana split at a drugstore and stayed on the premises to consume it. While eating, the white proprietor approached them and threatened to tell her mother for daring to sit down at the drugstore, but she described a scene in her book how Mr. Louis Till, stood up in his 5ft 11 frame and challenged the owner, causing more local folks to enter sit down, therefore, integrated the drugstore.
This tale of terrorism from its inception was a heinous one that began when the U.S. Army executed Louis Till in 1945, , and ten years later his son Emmett Till murdered, bludgeoned to death in Mississippi in one of the worst cases of terrorism in U.S. history that catapulted the Civil Rights Movement.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Cornel West was the keynote speaker at the 34th Annual Martin Luther King, Jr. Commemoration Event celebrated at the UB Center for the Arts, Friday, February 5, at 8 PM. Prior to the lecture of Dr. Cornel West, Jerry L. Linder, president of the UB Minority Faculty & Staff Association welcomed audience in the sold-out event. Rev. Daris Dixon-Clark did the Invocation, followed by John B. Simpson, President of UB. Osiris E. Gomez and Olivia R. Cox were the two students both recognized for Academic Achievement Award and the Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Scholarship respectively. The program was followed by an answer and question period.