They are coming for us activists.
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I reference this video from Ak Nation News:
An Oakland Race Equality Activist is brutally murdered by goons during a targeted home invasion.
https://youtu.be/pkXan_EBCPg
On Saturday, October 2, 2021, Dirk Tillotson, an education activist in Oakland California was murdered in a home invasion.
You can learn more about Dirk here:
https://www.gofundme.com/f/support-dirk-tillotsons-family
Here’s my post I wrote about Tara Mosley whose house has been shot twice:
My friend Tara L. Mosley has not only had her house shot up twice, she is now being accused of harboring a murderer at her house.
Go fill your gossipy little brains with all the salacious details. You can find them out there. I’m not giving them to you.
This is the fact and truth of the matter:
“Following Edison’s death, police looked for Lewis at his grandmother’s house on Seventh Avenue, where Akron Councilwoman Tara Samples also lives. Officers tried to enter the home but didn’t have a search warrant and say they couldn’t get permission to come inside.
Attorney Eddie Sipplen told the Beacon Journal that Samples called him after she located her nephew. Sipplen arranged for Lewis to peacefully turn himself over to police on July 6, one day after the killing.”
Her house was shot on July 5 and October 5, 2021.
WHAT WE DON’T KNOW:
We don’t know why her house has been targeted. We know that she is very outspoken about gun violence in her neighborhood. (Drug dealers are brutal terrorists and would easily do this with no remorse.)
But here is what we do know:
As a middle-class white man, if I said, “Hey, my nephew is in my house, I need some time to convince him to turn himself in,” I would have been given all the time in the world to do so.
As a black woman, Tara is being accused of harboring a murderer in her house WITH ABSOLUTELY NO PROOF. I’m telling you: there are different rules in America for black people and white people.
So, now she not only has to deal with the severe trauma of being a target by murderers, she has to deal with being found guilty in the court of public opinion for harboring a murderer WHICH WE HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO PROOF OF.
And, let me add… where ever her nephew was for one night, TARA WAS RESPONSIBLE FOR CONVINCING HIM TO TURN HIMSELF IN.
Stop being so cruel and little. Tara is a neighbor of ours. For God’s Sake, find some love and compassion in your heart.
She is the victim here. Stop convicting her of something you have no proof of.
Here are the lyrics to Johnny Cash’s song The Ballad of Ira Hayes –
Lyrics
Ira Hayes
Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won’t answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian
Or the marine that went to war
Gather ’round me people
There’s a story I would tell
‘Bout a brave young Indian
You should remember well
From the land of the Pima Indian
A proud and noble band
Who farmed the Phoenix Valley
In Arizona land
Down the ditches a thousand years
The waters grew Ira’s peoples’ crops
‘Til the white man stole their water rights
And the sparkling water stopped
Now, Ira’s folks were hungry
And their land grew crops of weeds
When war came, Ira volunteered
And forgot the white man’s greed
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won’t answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian
Or the marine that went to war
There they battled up Iwo Jima hill
Two hundred and fifty men
But only twenty-seven lived
To walk back down again
And when the fight was over
And Old Glory raised
Among the men who held it high
Was the Indian, Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won’t answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian
Or the marine that went to war
Ira Hayes returned a hero
Celebrated through the land
He was wined and speeched and honored
Everybody shook his hand
But he was just a Pima Indian
No water, no home, no chance
At home nobody cared what Ira’d done
And when did the Indians dance
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won’t answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian
Or the marine that went to war
Then Ira started drinking hard
Jail was often his home
They let him raise the flag and lower it
Like you’d throw a dog a bone
He died drunk early one morning
Alone in the land he fought to save
Two inches of water and a lonely ditch
Was a grave for Ira Hayes
Call him drunken Ira Hayes
He won’t answer anymore
Not the whiskey drinking Indian
Or the marine that went to war
Yeah, call him drunken Ira Hayes
But his land is just as dry
And his ghost is lying thirsty
In the ditch where Ira died
Here’s the video of the song:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oEwSwQtSmDQ&t=0s