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Saturday, March 28, 2015
Tuesday, March 24, 2015
Bear Flying
Bear Flying
by Brian Thomas Armstrong
by Brian Thomas Armstrong
Bear is flying in the breeze
It looks down upon the trees
Claws paddling through the air
It looks down upon the trees
Claws paddling through the air
Brings its strength to weakness
Brings its protection when alone
Brings its power to meekness
Brings its courage to fear
Brings its protection when alone
Brings its power to meekness
Brings its courage to fear
Bringing its unpredictability
to the Spirits
in the Clouds
By dancing four directions in the Winds
to the Spirits
in the Clouds
By dancing four directions in the Winds
Monday, March 23, 2015
Sunday, March 22, 2015
The S.P.D. Murder of John T. Williams
With all these police shootings of unarmed men - Let us not
forget an innocent one shot in Seattle in 2010, simply because of his skin
color, and a legacy of blatant Seattle Police Department prejudice towards
Native Americans. - His name was John T Williams. - Please read his tragic story
below.
The
S.P.D. Murder of John T. Williams
On a sunny, warm Seattle August day in 2010, Native American wood carver
John T. Williams was murdered by the Seattle Police Department as he walked
down the crowded downtown streets while on his normal daily routine of carving
small totem poles with a small pen knife, then selling them to the tourists
that flock by the Seattle Public Market.
Seattle Police Officer Ian Birk noticed Mr. Williams walking down the city streets and deemed him a threat, do in major part I believe - simply because he was Native American. Williams was one of many homeless Native Americans who roam downtown Seattle. These people are usually dismissed and overlooked by Seattle’s daily bustle of businessmen, the working class, and tourists.
Seattle Police Officer Ian Birk noticed Mr. Williams walking down the city streets and deemed him a threat, do in major part I believe - simply because he was Native American. Williams was one of many homeless Native Americans who roam downtown Seattle. These people are usually dismissed and overlooked by Seattle’s daily bustle of businessmen, the working class, and tourists.
When the officer approached Williams from behind, and then ordered him to freeze and drop his small carving knife and a stick of carving wood he was carrying, Williams was hard of hearing in one ear, and failed to hear the police officer over the traffic and pedestrians, thus did not immediately comply; officer Birk then instantly felt that this gave him the right to use lethal force against John T. Williams.
No threat was ever given by the homeless woodcarver. Officer Ian Birk coldly gunned down John T. Williams from behind, murdering him in the streets of Seattle, Wash, right in front of many horrified citizens who later professed that they felt no threat from the homeless Native American man whatsoever.
The officer was fired – that’s it, and was allowed to live his life somewhere else, work a steady job, live in a nice house, somewhere out of media sight, and out of the public’s mind; smug in the fact that he got away with “legal” murder with just a slap on the wrist. We must all remember that this type of legal homicide happens every day all over this nation of ours, by those sworn to “Serve and Protect” us. And that this violent tragedy can happen to anyone, or anybody’s family members, especially if they are citizens of color. This makes it everybody’s problem who believes in justice, personal safety from unwarranted persecution, and true American freedom in the society they live in. Let us still remember John T Williams, and never forget the fact that he was ruthlessly murdered by the S.P.D.
In my day - by BTA
In my day all we had were mud and sticks to play with. And
our parents kicked us out at 6.30 in the morning with just half a peanut butter
sandwich made with real sand, and said don't come back until 6.30 pm, and we
better have killed that night’s dinner and skinned it, or don't even try to get
in the door. Kids are a bunch of cry baby's these days with their cell phones
and their fancy lunch boxes. If we had to call someone in an emergency, all we
had were tin cans connected by strings and we kept our lunch in an old
handkerchief that our dads already used to blow their noses in. And we didn't
have these fancy pants school buses to chauffeur us to school in; we walked 50
miles in a forest fire to.............BTA
Saturday, March 21, 2015
True Freedom
True Freedom
by Brian Thomas Armstrong
by Brian Thomas Armstrong
I have come to set us free
Free from our apathetic lives
Free from futility
Free from the non-existent past
Free to live in the pre-written future
Free from our apathetic lives
Free from futility
Free from the non-existent past
Free to live in the pre-written future
I have come to free us from our own minds
Free us from the lies that they told us were truths
Free us from the brainwashing’s of our youth
Free us from our self-made materialistic obstacles and absolutes
Free us from the lies that they told us were truths
Free us from the brainwashing’s of our youth
Free us from our self-made materialistic obstacles and absolutes
I have come to free our bodies from the chains and chaos of
our Earth
I have come to free us and guide us to our true Father’s endless Light
I have come to free us from the darkness that we fight
I have come to teach us how to soar in spiritual flight
Where there is no fear
Where there is no night
Where our souls sail through Limitless light
I have come to free us and guide us to our true Father’s endless Light
I have come to free us from the darkness that we fight
I have come to teach us how to soar in spiritual flight
Where there is no fear
Where there is no night
Where our souls sail through Limitless light
I am the true Human Being
I have come to set you free
From the Human Animal
I have come to set you free
From the Human Animal
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