I stand corrected. I posted recently I think here and on Facebook that I never grow tired of researching and writing the articles that I'm permitted to by the Honorable Minister Farrakhan and his/our editor, Bro Richard Muhammad, for the Final Call Newspaper.
Today I came face to face with my correction: the gang rape of a 7 year old girl in Trenton, NJ. I am very tired of writing about the rape of women and girls. But it's not about me. If I think I'm tired of hearing much less writing about it, I have to only imagine what the victims of these filthy crimes are tired of.
How many times did they scream? How many times did this 7 year old baby - our baby - my baby - she belongs to us - cry or scream out for her mamma? Her daddy? or for them to stop?
How could their sense and sensibility not kick in? What manner of savagery is this?
Thinking for a bit as I prayed and meditated before starting on this one early this morning, I was reminded as my fingers dreadfully swept over my keyboard's keys, I felt the exact same way about the gang rape outside a high school dance months ago in Richmond, California.
FOR GOD'S SAKE. NO FOR OUR AND YOUR SAKE: PROTECT AND RESPECT OUR WOMEN AND GIRLS.
I do grow tired of writing and researching these types of stories, but if I don't..if we don't..who will?
Much respect to Bro Cpt. Dennis and the Peace Keepers!
My prayers go out to the victim, her family, and yes, her 15-year-old step sister.
One of my recent post on the plight of Black women: