What A Shock

Oh my god, Paul Newman is dead. What a man...

John McCain looks like a ghost.

Ahmadinejad Interview With Democracy Now

The Wonderful Way It Works

S,o I am researching Mary Foster McDavid for an article I am writing and it has been a hellacious time trying to do so. Alas, I have called all over the country trying to find records of her--the National PTA-which had some record of her, the SEF, and Atlanta, Georgia. However, the biggest gold came today as I churned my brain for ways to find information on this woman who was married to my uncle and died so very long ago. So, I thought to call a very established person in the Montgomery community-indeed an institution in the community--and ask for his help. It was a great help indeed. His wife put me in touch with the man who had been principal of the Mary Foster McDavid Elementary School. Well, this man is indeed a blessing. Not only did he know who I was talking about, but he was a great friend to Fess McDavid and knew both Fess and M.F. McDavid(who my people called Dear) quite well. A well of information and a promise of more to come.

Thoughts

Firstly, did anyone see Charlie Crist the other day on The Today Show say that he couldn't guarantee fair and free elections in Florida? Now there are rumors that in certain parts of the country, the GOP has been sending absentee ballots to elderly democratic( and black) voters. We must watch these people!

Clay Aiken/Gaiyken!!

My Lord, My Lord!!!

I am so upset! They should have given that Emmy to Heidi Klum!

I am Completely Fascinated by Eslanda Robeson

I am completely fascinated by Eslande Robeson. Read about her here and here.

I always thought there was a relation between Benjamin Cardozo who sat on the Supreme Court and Eslande Cardozo Robeson, the wife of Paul Robeson! They are cousins!

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Emma Lazarus, 1883