People Are Rallying Around A Detroit Pregnant Mother Sentenced To Prison For Simply Defending Herself. Siwatu-Salama Ra mother and community leader in Detroit, was trying to defend herself when she was violently confronted by her neighbor. The neighbor rammed her vehicle into Siwatu’s car while her two-year old was inside and then tried to use the vehicle to run Siwatu and her mother over. Fearing for their lives, Siwatu, who is a licensed concealed gun owner, held her weapon in plain sight, hoping it would stop her neighbor from running them over. The gun was unloaded and no one was hurt.

Still, she was sentenced to two years in prison and is now behind bars and pregnant. 

Siwatu’s legal team is pursuing various tactics, including requesting she be released on bond pending appeal, reversal of the conviction, and a commutation and/or pardon. After already going through one high-risk pregnancy, Siwatu’s doctor warned the judge of the serious health threats she will face while in prison. Her lawyers are doing everything they can to get her home so she can have a healthy pregnancy and birth.

Michigan has a specific law, popularly known as the Stand Your Ground law to protect people who act by using a firearm to defend themselves from another person who they believe is going to cause unlawful harm to them if there is “an honest and reasonable belief that force is imminent.” However, instead of the law working for Siwatu, it was used against her.

Here’s the link to their fundraiser

I wanted to share this because it’s a perfect example of how white people suppress moor opinion while allowing any kind of white opinion.

my comment was removed because he said it violated but this white boy, who has a black great great grandmother who was raped, supports capitalism and ethnic cleansing can promote police violence against black bodies!

It’s just disgusting how white ppl support their kind giving their opinion but ours is oppressed and silenced! That bitch mark banned me for 24 hrs from posting but his 3/5 counterpart can post his heart content with no violation!

I just wish there was someplace not raggedy that I could spend my time with my ppl instead of having to deal with the suppression because I want to share and learn with my own!


He feels like it’s okay because he expresses hate for racist rhetoric but when you don’t agree with him, he places you in the dumb lane and all dumb people should be killed. Even though he doesn’t know you!

His white is definitely the dominate in the mixing and he utilizes it when it fits his need to not feel powerless! He’s a fucking coward and protected by white hatred…it must be nice to flip around like a fish out of water but instead of gills you have lungs so you can walk amongst bullshitting all the way!!!!!! They don’t respect that melanin even when it’s part of their dna…smhh

By: Joshua T. (👈🏾original article)

Before we get started please scroll down and look at the tweets below. They are examples of the types of tweets that I would have posted in the past.(These are not my actual tweets)

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If you’re reading this then the title probably drew you in. I am currently a 20 year old black man who did in fact live the first 19 years of his life as a self-hating, white woman (and other non-black women) obsessed black man who used to bash black women in real life and on social media. I am no longer this way and in the last few months I have undergone a great change. I would like to share my story for two reasons the first is because it rarely done and second is to answer questions like the ones that I usually see on social media. Tweet Pic

Before telling my story let me put a few things out there. My experience is my own but in having discussions with many other black men who have gone through similar experiences and finally woken up, I can say that many parts of my story mirrors theirs and in a way some parts of my story are representative of the stories of many black men who have been through this. Also, this article is in no way an attack on interracial dating or black people who prefer partners of other races. I am simply telling my story. Now that we have all of that out of the way let’s begin.

What exactly is a self-hating black man? A self-hating black man can be a lot of different things but for me it was a man who was not fully comfortable in his blackness and as result directed his feelings into other things in order to compensate. For me to reach the point that I am at now where I am able to label my former self as a self-hater has not been easy but through thinking back on my former thought process and actions It’s a conclusion that I found I cannot escape.

To give a little background on my life, I grew up in a two parent middle class household in the south. The city that I grew up in was, and still is consistently ranked as one of the most racially diverse cities in the United States. As a result of this I had a very diverse group of friends but when it came down to it my closest friends were all black males like me.

The backgrounds of my friends were were as diverse as the city I grew up I.

Some were from the “hood”, while others were from the best neighborhoods in town. Despite our socioeconomic differences we all had one thing in common. We were all interested in white girls. This interest developed as soon as we began being interested in girls, which occurred sometime around second grade. From this time onward liking white girls was always the “cool” thing to do so everyone went along with it.

My friends and I were friends with black girls in our classes but we rarely had crushes on them. Looking back on it now, it was probably because we viewed them as being too similar to us and what we knew. They reminded us of our cousins, sisters and other female family members while white girls (and other non-black girls) on the other hand, were so different from us in so many ways. I personally believe that this is one of the main factors as to why many black men are so interested in women of other races.

The trend of liking white girls that began in elementary school continued throughout my school years. As I entered middle school and then high school it was impossible to escape the appeal of having a white or non-black girlfriend. Among my black friends, you were seen as almighty and powerful if you could get a white girl and if you found out that one liked you or had any interest in you; you were seen as a god.

The mindset of my friends and I at the time could be summed up as something along the lines of “if she ain’t white, she’s at least gotta be light”. Black women were barley on our radar and we treated them as such. At the time, I would sit back, laugh, and even join in as my friends would make fun of the black girls in our classes for things like their, hair, skin tone, or the way they talked. For me and my friends, white girls came first followed by Latina, Asians, and mixed girls, in no particular order.

While me and some of my friends did date and like some black girls we still greatly respected guys who were able to get with women on different races.

To me most black women represented everything that I didn’t want in a woman. I felt that most were too loud, too argumentative, had too much attitude, and were too much to handle. I believed these things despite being raised by and around black women who represented absolutely none of these things. I simply saw my mother and other female family members as exceptions to my generalization so they didn’t count.

In contrast to black women, white women and women of other races represented everything that black women weren’t. They were beautiful, agreeable, adventurous, easy to handle, and most importantly possessed the genetic code that I wanted for my future children. When I thought of my future I would often picture a big house, nice cars and a white wife along with 2 mixed children that had “good hair”.

I felt that if I could achieve this I would have it all. This is the part of my journey where I am able to look back on and pinpoint clear self-hate.

My interest in women of other races may have started as something I developed because “it was cool” but it soon turned into something else. By wanting mixed children with “good hair” I was in a way putting down my own black features. I had thick nappy hair and dark skin.

My features where in direct contrast to the features I wanted my future children to have which looking back on it now I see as a big problem. I never thought that I had problems with my skin tone or hair texture but my thought process confirmed that I did in fact have some issues which I have since overcome.

I continued to put white and other non-black women above black women until I entered college. It was during this time that everything changed. I currently attend one of the largest pwi’s (predominately white institutions) in the south. To a certain extent the school is socially segregated. From day one it was very clear that the white kids hung out with each other while the few black students at the school hung out with each other.

This was no problem to me since all my friends growing up had always been black. The only issue I had was that I no longer had easy access to the non-black women that I desired. I was forced into a tight knit black community and forced to adapt and “deal” with black women and all the negative attributes that I felt that they possessed.

In finally “dealing” with black women and spending lots of time with them I realized that all the generalizations I had about them were completely untrue. The women that I spent a lot of time around were intelligent, beautiful, kind, inspiring, supportive, black women who finally helped bring me to the light. The thing that intrigued me most about them was despite being aware that they were undesired by many of their own men they still did everything they could to do uplift, support, and advocate for us.

My awakening occurred around the time when the Mike Brown shooting and other police shootings of unarmed black men occurred. As these events unfolded all the negative feelings and disinterest I had in black women immediately disappeared as I saw them scramble to organize demonstrations and rallies on behalf of black men being killed by the police.

This was awe inspiring and life changing for me.In my experiences with dealing with women from other races I never saw any other group of women who were so for their men as black women are for black men.

In realizing this, I realized that I share the same blood line with such passionate, ambitious, and devoted women. To come to the realization that as a black man I am directly associated with such greatness that is the black women completely changed me. My interest in women of other races quickly went away after coming to this realization.

I now find it embarrassing to even think back on the things I tweeted or said about black women that I once thought were so funny. If you want to know why some black men post derogatory things about black women online ill tell you. The answer is quite simple. Black men who put down black women do it simply because they are not comfortable in themselves and in their blackness.

Any black man who takes pride in being black would never disrespect a black woman because he knows that she is a part of him and knows that by disrespecting her he is disrespecting himself as well. Because it is not often brought to light, many people fail to realize that many back men and more specifically many dark skinned black men  have difficulties with accepting their blackness so they deal with it by bashing black women while uplifting women with features they prefer.

This combined with media influences that promote Eurocentric beauty standards often cause us black men to be influenced and indoctrinated with the message that white beauty is true beauty. It’s unfortunate that it took police brutality for me to finally come to see just how amazing black women were but it was an important wake up call for me

In closing, for any men who read this and are guilty putting down black women please take a second to think about your actions and how they might affect others.

For all the women who read this please realize that the men who post things like I used to post, are lost and not comfortable in themselves so for that I apologize on behalf of them until they wake up and are able to apologize on their own.

“As a “Sexual Being” what are your thoughts and feelings about Men receiving anal sex from Women? In terms of physical pleasure, a woman’s genitals may get direct stimulation from the base of the dildo, or in the case of a double-ended dildo, from vaginal (or internal) penetration. A woman can use a secondary vibrator, between the dildo and her genitals, to get pleasure from pegging.

Men may find stimulation of the anus, rectum, and especially the prostate, pleasurable. During anal sex, male pleasure can be particularly derived from the prostate, which can lead to an orgasm and ejaculation. Some men enjoy masturbating (or being manually stimulated) during pegging. Triple-ended dildos provide both vaginal and anal stimulation of the female partner.

Prostate-assisted pleasure comes with lots of other benefits aside from experiencing an amazing and undiscovered orgasm. The process helps flush out the prostate and increases blood flow to the pelvic area. This can help decrease impotence and provide some cancer prevention. Apart from the intensity, the most appreciated aspect of prostate-assisted orgasms has to be that they allow for multiple orgasms (no more female envy!).

With prostate-assisted orgasms, many men will experience “dry orgasm” meaning they don’t ejaculate. Ejaculation needs a refractory period; orgasm does not. Penetrative orgasm is something that appeals to both gay and straight men. Unfortunately, homophobia and outdated sexual values seem to have put a damper on general public dialogue on the matter.

The process of prostate-assisted orgasm allows men to step outside cemented gender roles, hand the sexual reins over to a different driver and experience a new dimension of satisfaction. As a professional dominatrix writes, “It’s an opportunity for men to enjoy the receptivity and vulnerability of being penetrated, which is a fulfilling part of #sexuality that is largely off-limits to men in mainstream sexual culture.”

DYK on this day in #MoorStory365 that Samuel Kelvin Peralta Sosa was born on November 12, 1968. Sosa is a Dominican former professional baseball right fielder. Sosa played with four Major League Baseball teams over his career, most notably the Chicago Cubs. Sosa’s Major League career began with the Texas Rangers in 1989. After three seasons with the Chicago White Sox, Sosa became a member of the Cubs in 1992 and became one of the league’s best hitters. Sosa hit his 400th home run in his 1,354th game and his 5,273rd at-bat, the quickest in National League history. In 1998, Sosa achieved national fame for their home run-hitting prowess in pursuit of Roger Maris’ home run record.

Sammy Sosa’s post-career transformation took another bizarre turn when new photos emerged showing the slugger looking lighter skinned than ever before.

Posing for a series of pictures in London, the 48-year-old is nearly unrecognizable when compared to his playing days with the Cubs when he had honey-brown skin. In one of the photos, the former slugger is seen leaning against a street post. Another photo shows Sosa doing the “dab.” Sosa’s complexion has made headlines since he retired in 2009.

Year after year his skin has gotten noticeably lighter with the former Chicago Cubs slugger eventually admitting to Univision that he habitually uses a skin bleaching cream. “It’s a bleaching cream that I apply before going to bed and whitens my skin some,” Sosa told Univision. “It’s a cream that I have, that I use to soften [my skin], but has bleached me some. I’m not a racist, I live my life happily. “What happened was that I had been using the cream for a long time and that, combined with the bright TV lights, made my face look whiter than it really is. I don’t think I look like Michael Jackson.”

DYK on this day in MoorStory365 that

on November 11, 1907, Shirley Graham DuBois was born. She was an Alkebulan Abya Yala author, playwright, composer, and activist.She was born in Evansville, Indiana, to a minister father and homemaker mother. Her family moved around the country quite a bit when she was a child, and Shirley’s earliest memories are from New Orleans. Young Graham graduated from high school in Spokane, Washington.

She married young, but her husband died within three years, leaving her with two sons… in a all to familiar occurrence with moor people Grahams father David Graham feared that a mob was coming to burn down his church. The community meeting he had organized to protest the killing of a young Black boy by a policeman had stirred up trouble. So Graham stood before his congregation with a loaded gun and a Bible, told the women and children to get out of harm’s way, and prepared, alongside 21 armed men, to fight.

In the end, nothing came of it, but the reverend’s young daughter, Shirley, about age 6, was marked forever by the scene and others like it in the American South at the turn of the last century. As a result, she devoted her life to fighting racism and oppression as a writer and an activist. Unlike the contributions of her second husband, famed civil rights activist W.E.B. Du Bois, Graham Du Bois’ have largely been forgotten, but Komozi Woodard, a historian at Sarah Lawrence College, insists they were very much a “power couple” and that Graham Du Bois was Du Bois’ equal in many ways.

Graham moved to Paris in 1929 to study music composition. A year later, she returned to America teaching at Morgan College in Baltimore for two years. Graham then taught music and arts at Agricultural and Industrial State College in Nashville. She also became a supervisor at the Chicago Federal Theater in 1936. She wrote a number of plays, “Coal Dust,” 1938, “I Gotta Home,” 1939, and “Dust to Eart,” 1941. She also wrote a play for radio Track Thirteen in 1940.

Shirley Graham married noted African American thinker, writer, and activist W.E.B. DuBois in 1951. Ms. Dubois became a citizen of Ghana in 1961. Relocating to Cairo, Egypt, where her son worked as a journalist, DuBois wrote and published for the rest of her life. Some of her works include: “His Day is Marching On,” 1971, “Game! Abdul Nasser, Son of the Nile,” 1974, “Julius K. Nyerere, Teacher of Africa,” 1975, and a novel “The Zulu Heart.” Shirley DuBois died from breast cancer in March 1977.

DYK on this day in #MoorStory365 that

Ike Turner was born on November 5, 1931. Izear Luster Turner Jr. “Ike” was an Alkebulan AbyaYala musician, band leader, talent scout, producer, and songwriter. Turner realized he’d discovered a potential breakout star, and reshaped the band into the Ike & Tina Turner Revue, with Tina now the centerpiece of the act. It took a little time for all involved to get their bearings, but in the meantime, the hits kept coming; “I Idolize You,” “It’s Gonna Work Out Fine,” “Poor Fool,” and “Tra La La La La” all hit the R&B Top Ten, a string that ran through 1962.

As Ike & Tina became one of the hardest-working, most popular acts on the so-called chitlin’ circuit, the temptations of fame were proving too much for Turner; he developed a severe addiction to cocaine that, when mixed with his dominant personality. A collaboration with Tina produced the epic “River Deep – Mountain High,” one of her greatest singles. In 1969, Ike & Tina were invited to open for the Rolling Stones, and Turner realized that changing times had made the Revue’s rough, nasty brand of soul music more palatable to white rock audiences.

Accordingly, Turner incorporated contemporary rock & roll covers into the Revue’s repertoire, giving them a whole new lease on life. Versions of “Come Together,” “I Want to Take You Higher,” and “Proud Mary” revived Ike & Tina’s chart. However, Turner’s off-stage problems were taking their toll on the act; 1973’s “Nutbush City Limits,” a song written by Tina, would be their last major hit, and Tina walked out on him in the middle of a 1975 tour. The divorce was finalized the following year, and Ike never quite recovered from the loss.