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...a married father of three, was on his way to check out a report of a robbery. Foster had been arrested a few weeks earlier in West Kensington for driving without a license and carrying a 12-gauge shotgun. He was released on bail by a trial commissioner at...
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2007 정훈 라이브워쉽 콘서트 중에서... 십자가 반복되는 하루 삶의 의미와 목적들 모두 잃어가고 힘들고 지쳐 쓰러져 갈때에 보인 창문밖에 빨간 십자가 화려한 네온싸인에 가려 초라해 보여도 내겐 너무 소중하게 보여 나의 갈길 어두워 헤메일 때에 빛을 비춰준 십자가 그래 이제야 알 수 있었죠 나는 혼자가 아니란 것을 시련과 유혹이 다가 온다 하여도 주님이 항상 지켜주시네 이제 나는 확신할 수 있죠 주님 내 길을 인도하심을 영원히 영원한 주님의 사랑 전하며 살겠어요 화려한 네온싸인에 가려 초라해 보여도 내겐 너무 소중하게 보여 나의 갈길 어두워 헤메일 때에 빛을 비춰준 십자가 그래 이제야 알 수 있었죠 나는 혼자가 아니란 것을 시련과 유혹이 다가 온다 하여도 주님이 항상 지켜주시네 이제 나는 확신할 수 있죠 주님 내 길을 인도하심을 영원히 영원한 주님의 사랑 전하며 살겠어요 나의 모든것 내려놓고 헛된 욕심 버리고 그 사랑의 빛을 따라가리라 그래 이제야 알 수 있었죠 나는 혼자가 아니란 것을 시련과 유혹이 다가 온다 하여도 주님이 항상 지켜주시네 이제 나는 확신할 수 있죠 주님 내 길을 인도하심을 영원히 영원한 주님의 사랑 전하며 살겠어요 영원히 영원한 주님의 사랑 전하며 살겠어요
Tony was killing it in SouthWest Philly!!! Yall better stay up on this cat!!!
I went to my Cousins wedding over this past weekend. What I noticed was that it seems that oldheads seem as if they are waiting at home all year practicing, praying, and hoping for that one chance to show off thier old-ass dance moves from the 70's or whatever era they are from. You be the judge
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...SPRINGS, Pennsylvania (AP) A hot-air balloon crashed and burst into flames in suburban Philadelphia on Sunday evening, killing one person and injuring six others. The balloon carrying seven people crashed at 6:40 p.m. in West Vincent Township, a Chester County...
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This off a disc that was included in his book "All Things Censored" which consists of Banned radio essay commentaries. This one struck a chord in me and I will do the same for some others...when I find the time... Pam Africa, Minister and disciple of the teachings of John Africa, tells a true tale of a meeting between a ladder and a man of the cloth behind the old headquarters of the MOVE organization, in the Powelton village section of West Philadelphia. The scene: a man, middle-aged, bearded, booted, and blue-jeaned, is called to the back door by the leader of a small group from a nearby church. Though both are black, they represent a fascinating tableau of difference. The one wears a T-shirt, sweater soaking his breast; and the other is impeccably dressed in silk, suit, and tie. The only touch missing is coattails. The one's hair is rough, gray-fringed, uncombed, and hanging like ropes to his shoulders; the other is pomaded, greased, and brushed smooth--the head of a preacher man. The air is thick and charged with controversy for the city is threatening to remove MOVE from their property and their neighborhood after a series of highly publicized confrontations with the police that have left several MOVE men and women beaten ad bloody and one MOVE baby dead. "So, you are sayin' that all I gotta to do is pray, and everything will be alright." "Well, that is what I am saying brother." "If I pray the cops will stop beating up my people?" "Yes, that is what I am saying, brotha." "If I pray, the cops will stop killing us." "Yes, pray in Jesus name brother, because the Bible say 'ask and it shall be given unto you; That is it, brother." "And if I pray, our people will truly be free?" "Uh-huh, yes sir, brother." "Well, c'mon, Reverend. Let's pray then. " John Africa drops to his knees, oblivious of the soft mud already staining his jeans. "Whoa--what you doin', brotha?" "You said we needa pray." "Uhh... huh--" "Well, come on, Rev, pray with me, okay?" "I...I... I meant pray in the church. "Why, Reverend? Ain't God our here in the open air? Ain't God all around us. Come on? Let's kneel down here on God's earth and pray." At this point the Reverend backs up, and John Africa says, "What is a matter? I thought that you said that we should pray. Well, come on down here and pray with me." The Reverend continues to stand there, staring. John Africa asks again, "What's the matter, man? That suit you got on more important that God? I thought u said that you believed in God. This dirt is God. So why don't you kneel down here and pray with me?" "Well, uh... excuse me, brotha, but I got to be getting back to my church." At this point the people standing around the two men began to speak. "See, that man is down there on his knees in the dirt. He got to be for real. That Reverend ain't nothing but a phony. He scared he is gonna dirty his suit. He talking 'bout how he believe in God, he don't believe in nothing' but that suit." One woman comments to another, "That preacher's a hypocrite. See. That is why I don't go to no church, cuz I don't believe in the preachers, cuz they ain't nothing but liars. They ain't for real. That man there kneelin' in that dirt is for real. John Africa goes on. "You don't wanna to pray with me, then Rev?" "Ah, I got to go, man.... I'm sorry." "Why are you leaving, Rev?" The dashing preacher beats a hasty retreat from the muddy yard. More intent, it seems, on saving silk than souls. . . Several years later and several miles west ward, the city would torch MOVE's home and headquarters with a helicopter-borne firebomb, incinerating John African and ten other longhairs, some of them women and children, in a massacre plotted to take place on Mother's Day. The scene: smoldering remains of an entire neighborhood, only hours before the site of a blistering and bellowing inferno. Philadelphia's men of cloth have gathered once again, though only to examine the carnage, not to weep for the fallen, nor to pray for the dead. They have come bedecked in robes and collars, the purpose of their gathering to pray is support of the mayor of the city that has bombed its own citizens, and obliterated, incinerated, and dismembered its own babies. The police commissioner, the fire chief, the mayor and his officers are almost to a man Christian--Baptists or Catholics, most of them--religious people. Yet these men who have gathered to pray are no only churchgoers; they are ministers, pastors, priests. Aside from praying, though, it seems they mean to do little. Why should they? They just winked at a full-sale war waged over mere misdemeanors, at the deaths of eleven people, blasted by a sky bomb, at the destruction of dozens of homes and the permanent scarring of a neighborhood. And so they pray and leave for home, their duties fulfilled. Men of the cloth? Yes. But men of the spirit? This is Mumia Abu-Jamal.
Full credit and respect goes to http://blockreportradio.com for recording and producing the audio of this important interview; to listen to the entire talk and other interviews, check out their site! "MUMIA ABU-JAMAL is an African-American writer and revolutionary journalist who has spent the last 24 years on Pennsylvania's death row. His demand for justice and a new trial is supported by heads of state from France to South Africa, by Nobel Laureates, the European Parliament, city governments from Detroit to San Francisco to Paris, France, scholars, religious leaders, artists, scientists, the Congressional Black Caucus and other members of U.S. Congress, and by countless thousands who cherish democratic and human rights the world over... Working people have expressed their support for Jamal through their leading regional, national and international trade union bodies. The International Longshore and Warehouse Union closed down West coast ports for the day of April 24, 1999, to support Mumia's bid for a new trial. Jamal's books and over 500 published columns have been adopted as resource material for the teaching and inspiration of a growing number of students, youth, and educators who have come to see their futures as intimately tied to the outcome of this case. The 1982 trial that convicted Jamal of killing Philadelphia police officer Daniel Faulkner has been challenged by leading legal analysts and scholars, from Stuart Taylor writing in the prestigious American Lawyer magazine, to Per Walsoe of the Supreme Court of Denmark, to Amnesty International which issued a special report in February 2000, claiming that "justice would best be served by the granting of a new trial..." to Jamal. While Jamal has worked while confined as an advocate for so many others, he has maintained his own innocence from the beginning, and does so in ever clearer and more emphatic tones to the present day. His attorneys have presented compelling evidence that key witnesses were intimidated or coerced to provide false testimony, that a purported "confession" by Mumia was likely fabricated by police, and that vital evidence pointing to his innocence was withheld from the defense. A key eyewitness has now recanted critical court testimony she gave under police intimidation and which was used against Jamal. The confused and flagrantly-biased character of the prosecutors' case against Mumia has only mushroomed over the years: yet another affidavit has been offered that casts doubt on the original witnesses' claims that Mumia had confessed to the murder; another man now has even stepped forward to claim that he is the one who killed the officer Mumia was convicted of killing; and a court stenographer swears in another affidavit that she heard Mumia's original judge, Albert Sabo, say during a court recess, "Yeah, and I'm gonna help 'em fry the [N word]."... His life still hangs in the balance, with death just a few callous and cruel decisions away." -Educators for Mumia http://www.emajonline.com GET INVOLVED & FREE AN INNOCENT MAN: http://www.FreeMumia.com
About an hour and a half of fun condensed into four and a half minutes. Check out some of Philadelphia's great sights—the City Hall, Italian Market (that's the place with the Vietnamese stores...) Spring Garden Bridge mural, Ben Franklin Parkway, Love Park Fountain. Once again the Critical Mass shows itself to be an addictive blast, but a far from perfect advocacy tool. What's with the guy spitting on cars? Why is that a good thing for bicyclists? You can't really hear it on the video but he told me that "they're killing my grandchildren with their cars." True, to a large extent, and enough to make me at least as angry as he is. Still, I'm also worried about my own life—I don't want to get killed by some enraged South Street cruiser he spat on. The death of Tykeem Law, a 14-year old cyclist gunned down by a motorist Tykeem allegedly offended somehow is fresh in the minds of all of us in Philly. (One rider's shirt shown in this video is a tribute to Tykeem.) Why make things worse when we all have the power to make things better? I want to show all the drivers how much fun we're having. As a they already hate us, so making them hate us more is just boring and stupid. Let's get creative people. This tape also shows the aftermath of the first wipeout I've seen for a while at a CM. Nothing serious, thankfully. As usual, there was almost no notice taken of us by Philly's law enforcement officials. The only police I saw were ticketing a motorcyclist on South Street. Another good reason to keep it chilly in Philly! Having said all that, please come out to a peaceful and fun Critical Mass every last Friday on the West side of City Hall at 6:00PM sharp.
Video from the Partisan Defence Committee. Free Mumia NOW!! Mumia is an innocent man! Abolish the Racist Death Penalty!! (Part 3 of 3) More info @ http://icl-fi.org/ I, MUMIA ABU-JAMAL, declare: 1. I am the Petitioner in this action. If called as a witness I could and would testify to the following from my own personal knowledge: 2. I did not shoot Police Officer Daniel Faulkner. I had nothing to do with the killing of Officer Faulkner. I am innocent. 3. At my trial I was denied the right to defend myself, I had no confidence in my court-appointed attorney, who never even asked me what happened the night I was shot and the police officer was killed, and I was excluded from at least half the trial. 4. Since I was denied all my rights at my trial I did not testify. I would not be used to make it look like I had a fair trial. 5. I did not testify in the post-conviction proceedings in 1995 on the advice of my attorney, Leonard Weinglass, who specifically told me not to testify. 6. Now for the first time I have been given an opportunity to tell what happened to me in the early morning hours of December 9, 1981. This is what happened: 7. As a cabbie I often chose 13th and Locust Street because it was a popular club area with a lot of foot traffic. 8. I worked out of United Cab on the night of 12/9/81. 9. I believe I had recently returned from dropping off a fare in West Philly. 10. I was filling out my log when I heard some shouting. 11. I glanced in my rear view mirror and saw a flashing dome light of a police cruiser. This wasn't unusual. 12. I continued to fill out my log/trip sheet when I heard what sounded like gun shots. 13. I looked again into my rear view mirror and saw people running up and down Locust. 14. As I scanned I recognized my brother standing in the street staggering and dizzy. 15. I immediately exited the cab and ran to his scream. 16. As I came across the street I saw a uniformed cop turn toward me gun in hand, saw a flash and went down to my knees. 17. I closed my eyes and sat still trying to breath. 18. The next thing that I remember I felt myself being kicked, hit and being brought out of a stupor. 19. When I opened my eyes, I saw cops all around me. 20. They were hollering and cursing, grabbing and pulling on me. I felt faint finding it hard to talk. 21. As I looked through this cop crowd all around me, I saw my brother, blood running down his neck and a cop lying on his back on the pavement. 22. I was pulled to my feet and then rammed into a telephone pole beaten where I fell and thrown into a paddy wagon. 23. I think I slept until I heard the door open and a white cop in a white shirt came in cursing and hit me in the forehead. 24. I don't remember what he said much except a lot of "n-----s", "black motherfuckers" and what not. 24. I believe he left and I slept. I don't remember the wagon moving for a while and when it did for sometime. 25. I awoke to hear the driver speaking over the radio about his prisoner. 26. I was informed by the anonymous crackle on the radio that I was en route to the police administration building a few blocks away. 27. Then, it sounded like "I.D.'d as M-1" came on the radio band telling the driver to go to Jefferson Hospital. 28. Upon arrival I was thrown from the wagon to the ground and beaten. 29. I was beaten again at the doors of Jefferson. 30. Because of the blood in my lungs it was difficult to speak, and impossible to holler. 31. I never confessed to anything because I had nothing to confess to. 32. I never said I shot the policeman. I did not shoot the policeman. 33. I never said I hoped he died. I would never say something like that. I declare under penalty of perjury under the laws of the United States that the above is true and correct and was executed by me on 3 May, 2001, at Waynesburg, Pennsylvania. (signed) MUMIA ABU-JAMAL
http://www.partisandefense.org/ Video from the Partisan Defence Committee. Free Mumia NOW!! Mumia is an innocent man! Abolish the Racist Death Penalty!! (Part 2 of 3) More info @ http://icl-fi.org/ I, MUMIA ABU-JAMAL, declare: 1. I am the Petitioner in this action. If called as a witness I could and would testify to the following from my own personal knowledge: 2. I did not shoot Police Officer Daniel Faulkner. I had nothing to do with the killing of Officer Faulkner. I am innocent. 3. At my trial I was denied the right to defend myself, I had no confidence in my court-appointed attorney, who never even asked me what happened the night I was shot and the police officer was killed, and I was excluded from at least half the trial. 4. Since I was denied all my rights at my trial I did not testify. I would not be used to make it look like I had a fair trial. 5. I did not testify in the post-conviction proceedings in 1995 on the advice of my attorney, Leonard Weinglass, who specifically told me not to testify. 6. Now for the first time I have been given an opportunity to tell what happened to me in the early morning hours of December 9, 1981. This is what happened: 7. As a cabbie I often chose 13th and Locust Street because it was a popular club area with a lot of foot traffic. 8. I worked out of United Cab on the night of 12/9/81. 9. I believe I had recently returned from dropping off a fare in West Philly. 10. I was filling out my log when I heard some shouting. 11. I glanced in my rear view mirror and saw a flashing dome light of a police cruiser. This wasn't unusual. 12. I continued to fill out my log/trip sheet when I heard what sounded like gun shots. 13. I looked again into my rear view mirror and saw people running up and down Locust. 14. As I scanned I recognized my brother standing in the street staggering and dizzy. 15. I immediately exited the cab and ran to his scream. 16. As I came across the street I saw a uniformed cop turn toward me gun in hand, saw a flash and went down to my knees. 17. I closed my eyes and sat still trying to breath. 18. The next thing that I remember I felt myself being kicked, hit and being brought out of a stupor. 19. When I opened my eyes, I saw cops all around me. 20. They were hollering and cursing, grabbing and pulling on me. I felt faint finding it hard to talk. 21. As I looked through this cop crowd all around me, I saw my brother, blood running down his neck and a cop lying on his back on the pavement. 22. I was pulled to my feet and then rammed into a telephone pole beaten where I fell and thrown into a paddy wagon. 23. I think I slept until I heard the door open and a white cop in a white shirt came in cursing and hit me in the forehead. 24. I don't remember what he said much except a lot of "n-----s", "black motherfuckers" and what not. 24. I believe he left and I slept. I don't remember the wagon moving for a while and when it did for sometime. 25. I awoke to hear the driver speaking over the radio about his prisoner. 26. I was informed by the anonymous crackle on the radio that I was en route to the police administration building a few blocks away. 27. Then, it sounded like "I.D.'d as M-1" came on the radio band telling the driver to go to Jefferson Hospital. 28. Upon arrival I was thrown from the wagon to the ground and beaten. 29. I was beaten again at the doors of Jefferson. 30. Because of the blood in my lungs it was difficult to speak, and impossible to holler. 31. I never confessed to anything because I had nothing to confess to. 32. I never said I shot the policeman. I did not shoot the policeman. 33. I never said I hoped he died. I would never say something like that. I declare under penalty of perjury under the laws of the United States that the above is true and correct and was executed by me on 3 May, 2001, at Waynesburg, Pennsylvania. (signed) MUMIA ABU-JAMAL
http://www.partisandefense.org/ Video from the Partisan Defence Committee. Free Mumia NOW!! Mumia is an innocent man! Abolish the Racist Death Penalty!! (Part 1 of 3) More info @ http://icl-fi.org/ ---UPDATE--- More FACTS going to... http://www.icl-fi.org/english/wv/886/mumia.html http://www.partisandefense.org/pubs/innocent/intro.html I, MUMIA ABU-JAMAL, declare: 1. I am the Petitioner in this action. If called as a witness I could and would testify to the following from my own personal knowledge: 2. I did not shoot Police Officer Daniel Faulkner. I had nothing to do with the killing of Officer Faulkner. I am innocent. 3. At my trial I was denied the right to defend myself, I had no confidence in my court-appointed attorney, who never even asked me what happened the night I was shot and the police officer was killed, and I was excluded from at least half the trial. 4. Since I was denied all my rights at my trial I did not testify. I would not be used to make it look like I had a fair trial. 5. I did not testify in the post-conviction proceedings in 1995 on the advice of my attorney, Leonard Weinglass, who specifically told me not to testify. 6. Now for the first time I have been given an opportunity to tell what happened to me in the early morning hours of December 9, 1981. This is what happened: 7. As a cabbie I often chose 13th and Locust Street because it was a popular club area with a lot of foot traffic. 8. I worked out of United Cab on the night of 12/9/81. 9. I believe I had recently returned from dropping off a fare in West Philly. 10. I was filling out my log when I heard some shouting. 11. I glanced in my rear view mirror and saw a flashing dome light of a police cruiser. This wasn't unusual. 12. I continued to fill out my log/trip sheet when I heard what sounded like gun shots. 13. I looked again into my rear view mirror and saw people running up and down Locust. 14. As I scanned I recognized my brother standing in the street staggering and dizzy. 15. I immediately exited the cab and ran to his scream. 16. As I came across the street I saw a uniformed cop turn toward me gun in hand, saw a flash and went down to my knees. 17. I closed my eyes and sat still trying to breath. 18. The next thing that I remember I felt myself being kicked, hit and being brought out of a stupor. 19. When I opened my eyes, I saw cops all around me. 20. They were hollering and cursing, grabbing and pulling on me. I felt faint finding it hard to talk. 21. As I looked through this cop crowd all around me, I saw my brother, blood running down his neck and a cop lying on his back on the pavement. 22. I was pulled to my feet and then rammed into a telephone pole beaten where I fell and thrown into a paddy wagon. 23. I think I slept until I heard the door open and a white cop in a white shirt came in cursing and hit me in the forehead. 24. I don't remember what he said much except a lot of "n-----s", "black motherfuckers" and what not. 24. I believe he left and I slept. I don't remember the wagon moving for a while and when it did for sometime. 25. I awoke to hear the driver speaking over the radio about his prisoner. 26. I was informed by the anonymous crackle on the radio that I was en route to the police administration building a few blocks away. 27. Then, it sounded like "I.D.'d as M-1" came on the radio band telling the driver to go to Jefferson Hospital. 28. Upon arrival I was thrown from the wagon to the ground and beaten. 29. I was beaten again at the doors of Jefferson. 30. Because of the blood in my lungs it was difficult to speak, and impossible to holler. 31. I never confessed to anything because I had nothing to confess to. 32. I never said I shot the policeman. I did not shoot the policeman. 33. I never said I hoped he died. I would never say something like that. I declare under penalty of perjury under the laws of the United States that the above is true and correct and was executed by me on 3 May, 2001, at Waynesburg, Pennsylvania. (signed) MUMIA ABU-JAMAL
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