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MALES
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FEMALES
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|
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GRAND |
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14-17 |
18-24 |
25+ |
Total |
14-17 |
18-24 |
25+ |
Total |
TOTAL |
2000 |
805 |
4,158 |
3,499 |
8,462 |
63 |
230 |
453 |
746 |
9,208 |
2001 |
783 |
4,188 |
3,630 |
8,601 |
63 |
259 |
485 |
807 |
9,408 |
2002 |
712 |
3,966 |
3,888 |
8,566 |
45 |
232 |
428 |
705 |
9,271 |
2003 |
782 |
4,166 |
3,811 |
8,759 |
47 |
252 |
486 |
785 |
9,544 |
2004 |
828 |
3,931 |
3,709 |
8,468 |
36 |
212 |
471 |
719 |
9,187 |
2005 |
917 |
4,395 |
4,139 |
9,451 |
55 |
260 |
485 |
800 |
10,251 |
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Total |
4,827 |
24,804 |
22,676 |
52,307 |
309 |
1,445 |
2,808 |
4,562 |
56,869 |
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BOTH MALE & FEMALE
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2000 |
2001 |
2002 |
2003 |
2004 |
2005 |
DAY |
26 |
27 |
26 |
27 |
26 |
29 |
MONTH |
767 |
784 |
773 |
795 |
766 |
854 |
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YEAR |
9,208 |
9,408 |
9,271 |
9,544 |
9,187 |
10,251 |
5 YEAR TOTAL - 56,869
From 1882 thru 1968, (86 years) the total of lynchings was 4,743.
What is wrong with this picture?
Who needs the KKK????
*Source: FBI Supplementary Homicide Reports
My Name is – COCAINE
Beware, my friend, my name is Cocaine,
Coke for short, or the Rock …..
I entered this country without a passport,
Ever since then I’ve been hunted and sought.
I’m more valued than diamonds, more treasured than gold,
Use me just once and you too will be sold,
I’ll make a school boy forget his books,
I’ll make beauty queen forget her looks,
I’ll take a renowned speaker and make him a bore,
I’ll take your mamma and make her a whore,
I’ll make a school teacher forget how to teach,
I’ll make a preacher, not want to preach,
All kinds of people have fallen under my wing,
Just look around, you can see the results of my sting,
I’ve got daughters turning on their mothers,
I’ve got sisters robbing their brothers,
I’ve got burglars robbing the Lord’s house,
I’ve got husbands pimping their spouse.
I’m the King of Crime and the Prince of Destruction,
I’ll cause the organs of your body to malfunction,
I’ll cause babies to be born hooked,
I’ll turn the most honest of men into crooks,
I’ll make you rob, steal, and kill
When you’re under my power, you have no will.
I’ve destroyed actors, politicians and sports heroes,
I’ve decreased bank accounts from millions to zero.
I’m a bad habit, too tuff for the man,
I’ve caused the law to invest in the battering ram.
Well, now, you know, what will you do?
Remember, my friend, It’s all up to you!
I f you decide to jump in my saddle, you better ride me well,
For on the white horse of Cocaine, I’ll ride you straight to Hell!
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OUR PEOPLE
Our people are doomed, and they laugh in our face.
They play a sick little game that is destroying our race.
In this they use a lot of economics,
The law, the media, and some politics.
At the start of the game they throw us in areas with condemned estates,
Commonly known as Cabrini Green, Robert Taylor Homes, and Section 8.
We work at minute jobs to barely make ends meet,
Keeping dirty clothes on our backs and stinky shoes on our feet.
We work endlessly as their personal tool,
Where's MY recompense? Where's MY 40 acres and a mule!
They portray us on welfare, paying bills and rents that are past due,
But 53% of them are on it - ARE THEY ON THE NEWS?
In our neighborhoods you see them constructing and welding for an honest day's penny
But where are the brothers? I NEVER see any!
We run to the Arabs, to the Koreans, and to the Jews,
To spend our little checks, to buy what THEY choose.
When a brother starts a business with things we can use,
We'll never give him our business, we simply refuse.
It's funny how the Arabs leave their store for a month and go overseas,
To spend OUR money with their families any way they please.
When brothers aim for good jobs, they never let us in,
Because of our nappy hair, big lips, and handsome black skin.
Soon brothers get tired of working at low-paying occupations,
We drink and do drugs out of fits of frustrations.
Supporting their new habit, brothers have a new job,
To get money at all costs, to KILL, to STEAL, and to ROB.
This is the favorite part of his game, putting us in shackles and cuffs,
I can't do this again! I thought 400 years was enough!
The brothers not shackled are junkies and bums on the street,
Begging people for spare change, can't even stand on their feet.
Now all the brothers are gone and the women are all alone,
They're forced to manage the bills completely on their own.
But who comes to our sister's rescue? They get in her face,
Having sex, making babies, ending the game and our race.
Who are these demented people? -- Some call them devils, others call them swine,
Who are these economic superiors? Your guess is as good as mine.
Author - Rashadd Hines
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