by Olivia LaRosa
Wow. Smokin’ Joe lasted a long time, considerin’. I am only 7 years younger than he. My life has not been filled with lolllipops and roses, but Joe was Black, on top of being poor. Racism survives because the 1% need us to hate one another because of the color differences of our skin. Let’s forget about racism and work together for peace and compassion. Give the psychos the Ajo Reservation (or maybe Pine Ridge) and allow them all to declare themselves Sovereigns. Give the people who live in the Ajo Reservation (or maybe Pine Ridge) a decent place to live with good work nearby. Then everyone will be happy.
Reject the racism the 1% heaps upon us! Please don’t think of me as white. Think of me as pale olive, with chocolate sprinkles! ~Olivia
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joe_Frazier
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“Joe Frazier was born to Rubin and Dolly Frazier in Laurel Bay, Beaufort, South Carolina.[5] Joe said he was always close to his father (Rubin_, who carried Joe when he was a toddler "over the 10 acres of farmland us Fraziers owned, to the still where he made his bootleg corn liquor, and into town on Saturdays to buy the necessities that a family of 10 needed. (Joe, or) Billy Boy, as he was affectionately called, wasn't along just for the ride."[5]
Rubin had his left hand and part of his forearm amputated a year before Joe was born. While Rubin and Dolly were in the car a friend named Arthur Smith, who was drunk at the time and was fond of meeting women, passed by and made a move for Dolly. He was refused. When Frazier's parents drove away, Smith fired several bullets, hitting Dolly once in the foot and Rubin several times in the arm, which was hanging outside the car. Arthur Smith went to jail for the shooting, but didn't stay long. As Joe's mother put it, "If you were a good workman, the white man took you out of jail and kept you busy on the farm."[6] His parents owned a farm "which had 10 acres, and two mules, Buck and Jenny, to work them." Frazier had said the land was what country folk called "white dirt, which is another way of saying it isn't worth a damn." The Frazier family couldn't grow peas or corn on it, they were only able to grow cotton and watermelon.[6]
Wow. Smokin’ Joe lasted a long time, considerin’. I am only 7 years younger than he. My life has not been filled with lolllipops and roses, but Joe was Black, on top of being poor. Racism survives because the 1% need us to hate one another because of the color differences of our skin. Let’s forget about racism and work together for peace and compassion. Give the psychos the Ajo Reservation (or maybe Pine Ridge) and allow them all to declare themselves Sovereigns. Give the people who live in the Ajo Reservation (or maybe Pine Ridge) a decent place to live with good work nearby. Then everyone will be happy.
Reject the racism the 1% heaps upon us! Please don’t think of me as white. Think of me as pale olive, with chocolate sprinkles! ~Olivia
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joe_Frazier
(snip)
“Joe Frazier was born to Rubin and Dolly Frazier in Laurel Bay, Beaufort, South Carolina.[5] Joe said he was always close to his father (Rubin_, who carried Joe when he was a toddler "over the 10 acres of farmland us Fraziers owned, to the still where he made his bootleg corn liquor, and into town on Saturdays to buy the necessities that a family of 10 needed. (Joe, or) Billy Boy, as he was affectionately called, wasn't along just for the ride."[5]
Rubin had his left hand and part of his forearm amputated a year before Joe was born. While Rubin and Dolly were in the car a friend named Arthur Smith, who was drunk at the time and was fond of meeting women, passed by and made a move for Dolly. He was refused. When Frazier's parents drove away, Smith fired several bullets, hitting Dolly once in the foot and Rubin several times in the arm, which was hanging outside the car. Arthur Smith went to jail for the shooting, but didn't stay long. As Joe's mother put it, "If you were a good workman, the white man took you out of jail and kept you busy on the farm."[6] His parents owned a farm "which had 10 acres, and two mules, Buck and Jenny, to work them." Frazier had said the land was what country folk called "white dirt, which is another way of saying it isn't worth a damn." The Frazier family couldn't grow peas or corn on it, they were only able to grow cotton and watermelon.[6]
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