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God O Mighty God there got to be a beginning, there got to be an end somewhere some place and in some mystical Heavenly or Earthly time.There got to be the whole world of creation and everything in or on it.The universe, the cosmos; the living world, the natural world, nature, life, living and dying things. We are joyful for living things and are sadden when living things are no longer living for mortal eyes to see. Today I and many more gave a courtly bow to the most courageous woman of my lifetime, not excluding my dear mother of who Maya Angelou remind me of so dearly. Maya Angelou also reminded me so much of my dear loving grandmother’s that I often times wondered if they are blood sisters in the living world. But of course most black women reminds me of my dear grandmother and mother because in their era of birth they had to fought for respect and their will to succeed in life against all the odds, all the prejudices and discrimination just based on the fact that they are women and the color of their skin. In Maya Angelou so as in both of my grandmother’s (mother Gordon and Power Stone) and my mothers (Edna Gordon) era who so happens to be alive today although poor in health, life wasn’t a bed of roses for these most beautiful and gorgeous women with talent and independent ambitions. They have to overcome straitened circumstances, they were devoid of clothing and education and sexually abused by older men (in their childhood years) and even family members. But these were strong women, they were made strong by the power of they faith in God that even in their deepest hour of despair they would forge ahead to fulfill their destiny even in an impoverished lifestyle they would still have the will to help others.
As a race of people who have been deprived of so many things, African-Americans can still shine the light an themselves as ones who have and will continue to overcome many racial obstacles, we can be proud of ourselves because since my boyhood days I’ve read and lived to see many African-Americans fought they way to the top of the white man’s ladder, even though many are still living in a poverty-stricken life not much better than the days of slavery. This of course is mainly due to our unfair laws and political parties unwillingness to remove these obstacles so that blacks can have an equal playing field in our society.We can be proud because there are many more young and old Maya Angelou amongst us striving against the odds. We can be proud because our children are capable with extra hard work to see their ambitious educational efforts guarantee him or her a place in any of the top University here or other part of the world. We can be proud while trying to improve on our life for those children who followed us, and learn from what so many before Maya Angelou has set for us. We have to learn and teach our children the value of who they are in society, that we are as important as anyone else on the face of this Earth. We’ve to sit our children down and point to them the battles we have fought to get to where we’re now. Let them learn to respect even those who use disparaging remarks against them. Show them the history of dead faces who died with hatred of who you are as a human who look slightly different from they are in body color. We got to discipline our children from home and not in custody over using the guns so freely to kill their own or any other kind.We got to stop letting so many of our children spending their lives in foster homes and prison yards.
What we have learned from the phenomenal Angelou is that we as a race can and must continue to denounce the double standard in educated words instead of violence, we have to master these words as our tool to the forefront in all the corners of the world, to free the human race from hatred, to free women and children of all races from violence and abuse and many decades of inequality. This action I’d believe Ms. Angelou message was her life dedicated in spreading. It was plain and simple that love can conquer all, even those who made the decision that judgment must be passed against you based on who you are.There is absolutely no doubt that this awesome woman was a profound thinker, a penetrating philosophical person who have renders her many lives as one life, that captivated many the world over, from famous celebrities to Queen and Presidents, to the young girl who found comforts in her many talents. From school children of all races to Popes, to the ordinary boy like me who learn of her through James Baldwin and Malcolm Little (Malcolm X), who urged young people in the 50’s to think of themselves as part of an African majority, not an African-American minority. “There can be no black-white unity unless there is first black unity,” explained Malcolm. “We cannot think of unity with others until after we have first united among ourselves.” He left the door open to cooperation with whites. I learned of Ms. Angelou through her strong commitment to civil rights and her instant recognizable literary voice of poetic might.She was a fighter for marriage equality,which put me in mind of another fighter named Fannie Lou Hamer. She lost her job as a timekeeper on a Mississippi cotton plantation for registering to vote in 1962.
Mrs. Hamer left the plantation to join SNCC. She soon became involved in the voter registration drives of Freedom Summer. In that June 1964 speech, Hamer told the nation what it was like to register African-Americans in Mississippi. “I was beaten until I was exhausted.” said Hamer of her treatment on one voter drive. I began to scream, and one white man got up and began to beat me on the head and tell me to “hush.” … All of this on account we wanted to register, to become first class citizens. I question America then. First she was a new-born endearing baby not knowing that she would become the master of her own future. It was God’s will. This wonderful woman like many black women before her time had to work extra hard to bring forth the talent that God had gifted her with. Once the door of success was half-opened she entered it with poetry of two hours and ten minutes of toe-tapping merriment culminating to gold medal in the grandest finale beyond Broadway. Yes indeed, ‘Still I Rise’ said a lot about us as a race and her journey from childhood.’Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. / I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size / But when I start to tell them, / They think I’m telling lies.’
Death came for Ms. Angelou at her home in Winston-Salem, North Carolina,still at the young age of 86 with scholarly gaze in her eyes of more to be done on May 28, 2014. She’ll be missed by the world, but somehow I’m feeling confident that her global influence on young girls and young women to fight for their rights with words is being considered this very moment, because our struggles continues, not only in the African-American culture but to women and children in different parts of the world. It was only a few days ago when the stoning to death of a Pakistan woman for marrying a man she loves.This cruel act of outdated violence against women took place in front of her husband, onlookers and the police who did nothing to stop it. It is over one month now since the abduction by Islamic extremists of near to 300 girls from a school in Chibok, Nigeria, which has sparked global outrage.
As of today May 30, the parents have not seen or heard the voice of their girls.The terrorists are hiding the girls in some difficult and unknown area.They may have also spilt up the girls or sold some as brides.The Nigerian terror group kidnapped these school girls as a way for them not to be learning Western style education. So the fight goes on around the world for women and children, while the struggles on many front for African-Americans right here in the United States continues. …. Rest in peace Maya. ….Appreciates you. …_END_.