The Us African American population is in shambles. 70% of homes are headed by a single woman with children. The crime of black on black is about the same as Planned Parenthood assault on them. 7 out of 10 conceived black babies are aborted. 3, read it again, 3 out of 10 babies are allowed to reach birth. Thank you Justice Ginsburg. May God have mercy on you when you are face to Face.
Why are they helping the assault on them by the over that want them gone??
Can WE, the rest of compassionate civilization grab hold of such death wish for them and stand between the assaults on our black community???
They are also children of God.
I was visiting Canada not long ago and I thought I’d walk around a mall there. Entertained by the Canadian people going by, suddenly I was struck by something I had never seen before!! I was so riveted I must have looked catatonic.
I was so mesmerized at the incredible beauty of the Canadian black people. An inexplicable beauty I could not help but stare at them they were so beautiful. The intrigue has killing me. What about them was making them so beautiful?
Person after person that filed past me, inquiringly looked at my stupefied expression back.
Suddenly I remembered a commercial that had caught my attention some time ago, when I also, had been captivated by the eyes of the black actress selling shoes. Her eyes were dead. Her eyes looked like a doll’s eyes. Lifeless, depthless, dead, empty. The black people I see, whether on TV, in person, in movies, there is no life, if there is something there is a millstone weight in their eyes.
That is what those blacks in Canada DID NOT HAVE!!!! Their eyes were alive, sweet, joyful, reciprocal, engaging. That is what was so beguiling about these people. I loved them!!! I truly loved them. I wa so attracted to the uncanny beauty. An internal radiance of contentment, peace, a trusting reciprocal smile, so totally beguiling.
One day, a gentleman that was an escaped convict, who was using my address illegally, as well as my phone number, don’t ask me how he got it. But, there was this man, who was causing tremendous upheaval in my home, giving me some cockamamie story about needing money.
There he was, 18 in. from my face, and I began to feel such deep compassion for his mongrel, who survived day to day like a street dog, thru crime and I wondered what made him end there?? At what point in his life was that the only option for him.
I don’t know what he was saying, but his eyes began to react. There was a lifting of the millstone weight, his eyes changed. Well, that sure shut off my compassion most imprudently expressed at that wrong moment. Towering over my head, there is no question he misread my compassion. I don’t know what he said but I told him I had to shut the door.
I leaned against the door pondering on this man’s miserable existence.
So what’s the difference between the US back and the Canadian black???
The peace of heart they enjoy, the lack of anger, the sweet enjoyment of life without millstones in their selves.
James 3:17 But the wisdom that comes from heaven is first of all pure; then peace-loving, considerate, submissive, full of mercy and good fruit, impartial and sincere.