BARBERSHOPS, NEIGHBORHOODS, AND BOOKS

The mission of Neighborhoods, Barbershops and books (BNB) . BNB donates African American books within the African American communities, in order to help spread the importance of reading to children.  With the hopes of re-inventing reading into the lives and daily routines of African American children. In order to do so, it is of vast importance that children not  become consumed with video games, iPhones, etc.  It is equally important for African American children to see and read about themselves, and the potential they hold in an positive way. We accept books for children of  all ages, for both girls and boys. We just ask that they are new and in good condition.

We are I need of as many African American books as possible. If anyone would like to donate feel free to email me at zainab99b@yahoo.com

Click the link below to find out more info.
http://barbershopsneighborhoodsbooks.blogspot.com/

Thank you.

IF I DIE IN POLICE CUSTODY...

Robert Hunt, 19, was visiting his grandmother in Urbana, Illinois when he made the fateful decision to visit relatives and friends in Cairo. According to the Civil Rights Commission, Hunt was riding in an automobile with five others on the night of July 15, 1967, when Cairo police stopped the vehicle, allegedly for having a defective taillight. Many Blacks told the Commission of being pulled over by Cairo police officers for dubious reasons and then being thrashed with a verbal, and sometimes physical, abuse. Hunt responded to the policeman’s verbal barrage with a spoken onslaught of his own, the Commission found. He was charged with disorderly conduct and taken to jail. Police reported they locked Hunt into a cell at 12:30 a.m., and found him “approximately 30 to 40 minutes later…hanged by his t-shirt.” The police called for a doctor. The physician pronounced Hunt dead and then immediately contacted the coroner for Alexander County, Leo Siers, was satisfied with the police account. After Hunt’s aunt identified his body, Siers quickly and quietly ruled the death a suicide that same morning, sent the body to an undertaker for embalming, and sent his body home to his grandmother in Urbana.
In 1967, walls that did not reach the ceiling divided cells in the police station. Wire mesh filled the gap between the ceiling and the top of the walls. According to police, "Hunt tied his t-shirt to this wire"  via @Black Culture
 Source: douthof64.cdale.biz

 

#IfIDieInPoliceCustody #WhatHappenedToSandraBland

IF I DIE IN POLICE CUSTODY..

 

 In 1967, three days of riots and protests occurred in Cairo, Illinois. The incident began with a so-called jail house suicide of Pvt. Robert Hunt  (post above). He was a young Black soldier on leave in his hometown of Cairo. The alleged suicide fired up the town's African-American community. The police said Hunt had hanged himself with his T-shirt, but Cairo's Black residents had the evidence to challenge that story. The suspicious death touched off three days of riots and protests, followed by a seven-year renewal of Civil Rights activities in the city, one of the latest, and longest-sustained such struggles in the nation at that time. via @Black Culture
Source: www.aaregistry.co.
#IfIDieInPoliceCustody #WhatHappenedToSandraBlandAndOthers

KINGS NOT NIGGAS.

BECOME YOUR PRAYER.

ANI'T GOT NO...

Ain't Got No/i Got Life

I ain't got no home, ain't got no shoes
Ain't got no money, ain't got no class
Ain't got no skirts, ain't got no sweater
Ain't got no perfume, ain't got no beer
Ain't got no man

Ain't got no mother, ain't got no culture
Ain't got no friends, ain't got no schooling
Ain't got no love, ain't got no name
Ain't got no ticket, ain't got no token
Ain't got no God

Then what have I got
Why am I alive anyway?
Yeah, what have I got
Nobody can take away

Got my hair, got my head
Got my brains, got my ears
Got my eyes, got my nose
Got my mouth, I got my smile

I got my tongue, got my chin
Got my neck, got my boobs
Got my heart, got my soul
Got my back, I got my sex

I got my arms, got my hands
Got my fingers, got my legs
Got my feet, got my toes
Got my liver, got my blood

I've got life
I've got my freedom
I've got life

I've got life
And I'm gonna keep it
I've got life
And nobody's gonna take it away- Nina Simone #SoulfulBeauty #Activist #SongLyricsOnPoint
  

BE PROUD OF YOUR ARCHITECTURE...

"Be the bones beneath your skin. Absorb Sunlight and strengthen yourself with it. Embrace the beautiful, fragile things and protect them. Resist to the point of breaking- gradually let yourself heal when you do. Hold yourself-these are your bones. Be proud of your architecture. #ShowThemWhoYourAreInAllYourGlory