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About Cynique

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  • Birthday August 18

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  • Gender Female
  • Location The great prairie state of Illinois
  • Interests Anything that provides me with clues to the mysteries of life, particularly where its follies are concerned. The current of events, the amusement of show biz and the opinions of other posters occasionally command my interest also.
    I used to like to read books, but - for some reason I have now forgotten how.

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  1. Black Herstory

    You know you’re old if when Black History month rolls around, in addition to celebrating the remarkable accomplishments of your race, you find yourself remembering past events in your life which could now, themselves, be classified as historical. Being born during the Great Depression in 1933, the year Prohibition ended, and President Franklin D. Roosevelt was elected for the first of his 4 terms, I was told that my mother rolled me around in one of the baby strollers provided for visitors to Chicago’s Great World’s Fair, an exposition being held on this city’s famous lake front, and whose theme was “a century of progress“, and where she toured one of the exhibits showcasing the progress of the American Negro. This was when my journey through one of the most compelling eras in the American spectrum began, providing the back drop for events that became chapters in the history book of my life. So much of my history centered around my college days because this was when I ventured out into the world and was on my own for the first time and the campus of the University of Illinois was my testing grounds. In the pre-civil rights year of 1951, during my freshman days there, Alpha Kappa Alpha with whom I was affiliated, decided to break precedence and run one of its sorors for Homecoming Queen, something no “negro” girl had ever done. Our candidate was an attractive 19-year-old named Clarice Davis, a good choice who was poised and personable. Launching our campaign, we made posters and distributed flyers, and held gatherings, soliciting all black students for their support.  Our optimism was tentative but we were young and having fun.  And damned if it didn’t pay off.  When the booths closed and the votes were tallied Clarice had won!  A fluke? Maybe.  But nothing could dampen the joy that filled the ranks of black Illini! We had made history! We had broken the color bar. The rest of the campus was either too miffed or stunned to do anything but accept the result.  On homecoming day our regal winner rode in the parade on a float, surrounded by the court of white runners-up. During the half-time ceremonies, however, the tradition of having the captain of the football team crown the queen and plant a kiss on her before presenting her to the crowd, deferred to racial taboos.  This honor was instead delegated to Don Stevens, the football team’s star half-back, who because he, too, was black, made him acceptable. Which also made the memorable moment twice as nice!  And the following semester when I relocated from the AKA sorority house and again participated in history by being among the first blacks to integrate the womens' dormitories. I always found it ironic how, while Rosa Parks was growing tired of sitting in the back of Montgomery, Alabama’s buses, and Emmett Till was yet to travel down south to meet his doom,  and the idea of sit-ins to protest Woolworth’s Jim Crow policy of “whites only” lunch counters, was not yet formulated,  I and the rest of my black dorm mates were living in a residence hall with white maid service, eating in a dining room where white waitresses and waiters served us, and having late night hen parties which pesky white coeds wanted to be included in.This quiet before the storm soon erupted. Time marched on and during the turbulent '60s, as part of the mourners that included an honor guard from one of Chicago's most notorious street gangs, The Blackstone Rangers, I found myself staring down into the coffin of Fred Hampton, my former neighbor who'd become Chairman of the Illinois Chapter of the Black Panther Party, a martyred young man murdered in his sleep, shot to death by “pigs” in blue uniforms. This  tragedy from the past has never lost its relevance in light of Chicago’s ongoing record of police misconduct. In my position as the first black female columnist of the Chicago daily newspaper where my articles appeared, I wrote about such things from a black perspective.   Although certain events are just foot notes, I like to think I participated in history by being among the millions to vote for JFK, the first Catholic president,  and later for the first black president whose hand I had shaken and grin I’d returned when Barack Obama was still the junior state senator from Illinois. I'd seen my brother become our town's first black Chief Electrician, and shared his pride when he was invited to Washington DC where President Clinton and The Secretary of the Navy belatedly awarded special medals to him and other members of the first all black-manned ship whose outstanding crew performed bravely under combat in the North Atlantic during World War 2.  Now, I make history by just waking up in the morning. Hurry, November! Before I croak, I'm curious to see if I will participate in history one last time, perhaps by being a member of a black voting bloc that elects the first woman president.   Meanwhile, pardon me Harriet Tubman, Frederick Douglas, Ida B. Wells,George Washington Carver, Hattie McDaniel , Paul Robeson, Martin Luther King , Julian Bond, Condoleeza Rice, Toni Morrison, Richard Wright, Jackie Robinson, Serena Williams, and alllll the rest!  I’m just trying to squeeze past y’all so I can find a little seat in the back row. 
  2. Book celebrating 1st Black President

    Hummm. I have a problem with this promo - naturally.  For one thing the kid looks too young to have voted, and the fact that a black man was elected president twice kinda takes the impact out of the question posed which is actually a non sequitur. Also, the line "Pre-sales in Amazon marketplace is CRUCIAL" is another red-flag.  That sentence is grammatically incorrect.  It should be are CRUCIAL, not Is CRUCIAL.     Sorry, but I am a purist when it comes to language which is why I have such a hard time with the "black lives matter" slogan.  If it is a true statement then why is there a need to mount a movement.  If it is a reprimand then the movement should be equally concerned with black-on-black crime. 
  3. The mission statement of AAFCA does a very good job of expressing the goals of this organization altho it could've been summed up in 4 words: "Fuck The Academy Awards".  The young African actor who played in "Beasts of No Nation" was given a standing ovation at the NAACP Image awards televised last week but lost. (He was also nominated for best supporting actor by SAG and lost out to another actor.)  An NAACP Image award for best movie was awarded to "Straight Outta Compton", the art-imitating-life film that glorified misogyny and violence, - one more reason why the name of this award needs to be changed to something with more credibility.  Too often what it rewards does not exemplify positive images, but simply boosts ratings for the televised ceremony. And the inclusion of  "Carol" and The Danish Girl" in AAFCA's nominations once again demonstrates how the LGBT community rides the coattails of Blacks when, actually, these 2 minorities aren't that comparable..  IMO.  

    Xeon did not make the statement, "Every child born as the result of a Baby Daddy/Baby Mama hook up is just cannon fodder for future inner city violence."  I did.  But we can always depend on you to distort and cherry pick in an effort to craft your obfuscated rebuttals.  The "black self hate" label you try to pin on others is no worse that the self-love your inflated ego has created in order to deny you the realization that you are not infallible.      BYE.    
  5. You can call your obstinacy in the face of the obvious a "realm of ideas" if you want to.  More like the "sound and fury of an idiot saying nothing".  ( "Name-calling"? Yes.  "Mud slinging"? No.The Bard 's prose is language at its best.) 
  6. Presumably these "voodoo" calculations have been around a while but obviously have had no great impact on the status of black women, probably because the reasoning is too specious, and Society-at-large  couldn't care less about this "information".  Whatever. Hopefully all these black female college attendees whom Sara insists are in the majority, are not educated fools like she is. Where did this Wacko come from and where did she get the idea that posters on this site would benefit from her presence?   Does RAID work on gnats???   OK, Sara.  Trot out your favorite quote and try not to choke on the baloney that's your favorite snack.    
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    As  usual, you are off point, somewhere out in left field. None of the irrelevant subterfuge you're spouting has anything to do with the ghetto culture that enables the black-on-black crime which represents fodder for the preponderance of gun violence that occurs in the inner city. All you are doing is making a case for white privilege, proving that white people don't have to go around chanting  "white lives matter" because The System already knows this and excuses whites from the crimes that black are disproportionately stigmatized with and punished for.  Black lives don't matter,  which is why the protesters and demonstrators need to find a less ambiguous slogan.     BTW, how do you like your baloney? With mayo or mustard? 
  9. As somebody just dropping in, I personally find all this extrapolation of figures boring, especially since it's common knowledge that statistics can be manipulated to represent  a desired result. I'm curious about the name of Sara's white-anointed book gathering dust on library shelves all over the globe, the publication she keeps crowing about in between touting her friendship with oodles of black female authors. Watta resume! And I can just picture  a self-help book  about a subject on which she is a foremost authority, its title emblazoned across the cover.  DUPLICITY FOR DUMMIES ZZZZZZZZZZZZZ  

     You obviously think if you throw that phrase against the wall enough times, it will stick. Not a chance. No matter how thin you slice it, it's still baloney.   LMAO      

    Bettie WHITE??? LMAO.  You can't even get names straight much less figure out which cop is being called a rogue, when actually  "rogue" can apply to any trigger happy cop.    It's Bettie JONES.  And who, besides you, thinks there's anything intellectual about your discourse which consists of nothing more than cliched rhetoric, and age-bashing.  My using allegory to describe your devious behavior is done in addition to responding aptly to your remarks, not instead of.   
  12. In a recent interview, Cicely Tyson responded to a question about her relationship with Miles Davis, by saying she wouldn't change one thing about their time together and for people to not believe everything they read.  Of course she made these remarks on the occasion of her 90th birthday so maybe she just forgot, or maybe she was a masochist.   The thing that always impressed me most about Miles was that, allegedly, in the throes of his heroin addiction, he retreated to his childhood home in Alton, Illinois, locked himself away in his bedroom, and kicked the habit cold turkey.  I was also amused when Miles said in an interview during the period he was accused of being a sell-out for immersing himself in the 1980 music scene, making videos, wearing a jeri curl and playing his version of current hits.  In his inimitable manner he scowled and shook his head, drawling about how when he listened to his old albums, he found them boring and their appeal was lost on him.  (Maybe he was back on drugs) ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ  

    But you did make reference to Mel winning the bet about the last rogue cop in Chicago being indicted, and you did provide a link to try and back up this statement.  Talk about a slippery eel.  SMH And of course, you'll take nothing away from this discussion.  The fact that it is a perfect example of why black unity is unlikely, goes right over your head like the arc you think leads to justice because you can't discern that it is a fax rainbow with a pot of fool's gold at the end of it. ROTFLOL ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ         

    LaQuan McDonald's shooting took place over a year ago and his shooter was not the latest rogue cop in Chicago. And there is a possiblity that McDonald's shooter may beat the rap, on a technicality.  The most recent unprovoked shootings by a trigger happy rogue cop who on 12/27/15, shot Quintonio LeGrier, an unarmed college student with mental problems, has not produced any indictments. The city has, however, voluntarily settled out of court, with the family of Bettie Jones, the innocent woman bystander who was killed in the crossfire. There are also more recent pending cases of cops killing unarmed Blacks that have not yet produced indictments.   And your oblique remarks about people who don't support activists, as being a part of the problem is, itself, a problem. You continue to be in denial about the elephant sitting in the room: Black on Black Crime. Dealing with that is the alternative goal that your critics offer.   And what's even more vexing is that a new study shows that young black folks are wantonly killing each other, not so much during gang warfare or drug deals but over minor personal vendettas, many of which originate on FaceBook.  The movement to stop this is like marching in place.  It goes nowhere. Maybe because it's not as high-profile and media-friendly or appealing to myopic visionaries  who like to cast themselves as noble do-gooders. Bottom line, black lives don't  matter. Black lives are very expendable. Every child born as the result of a Baby Daddy/Baby Mama hook up is just cannon fodder for future inner city violence.