Landing at LAX International Airport via the SADDE Six Arrival. Very awesome video.
Song played, "Los Angeles" by Sugarcult
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I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languished in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. And so we've come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we've come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the "unalienable Rights" of "Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness." It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note, insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds."
But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. And so, we've come to cash this check, a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of Now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. And those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. And there will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.
We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their self-hood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating: "For Whites Only." We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until "justice rolls down like waters, and righteousness like a mighty stream."¹
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of "interposition" and "nullification" -- one day right there in Alabama little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."2
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with.
With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
And this will be the day -- this will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with new meaning:
My country 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.
Land where my fathers died, land of the Pilgrim's pride,
From every mountainside, let freedom ring!
And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.
And so let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire.
Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York.
Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania.
Let freedom ring from the snow-capped Rockies of Colorado.
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California.
But not only that:
Let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia.
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee.
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.
From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:
Free at last! Free at last!
Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!
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The deputy, Mark Perrin, was fired Wednesday after an internal investigation spurred by a videotape that shows him snatching a 17-year-old girl from her seat and flinging her across an aisle while others on the bus looked on in shock. Perrin also used profanity during the episode, authorities said.
The situation began when an aide on the bus called 911 to say that the student threw a plastic bottle, punched her in the stomach and kicked her wrist.
The bus, from Sarasota High School, pulled over at Cattlemen Road and Cattleridge Boulevard about 3 p.m. on Dec. 15.
Authorities say that Sarasota County firefighters were the first to arrive, and that the aide and driver remained on the bus as the girl refused to get out of her seat.
When Perrin shows up, he sees the teenager in her seat a few rows back. He asks, "What's your problem, girl?"
The teenager, who has not been named in reports, is told to stand up, but refuses.
"I'll snatch your ass out of that seat," the deputy says.
He then grabs the teenager by her sweatshirt and violently throws her across the aisle and face down into another seat. The deputy climbs on top of the teenager's back and struggles to restrain her.
"Put both hands behind your back before I Tase you," he says.
The girl can be heard screaming while others on the bus back away. She later told internal affairs investigators that she could hear her sweat shirt ripping and that she was surprised the deputy grabbed her out of the seat.
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And to think that, in order to get paid (and paid well), all they have to do is deliver some lines. They screw up and throw a fit at the director and production crew. Life's sooooooooo HARD.
Babies. In their mind, its simple: "It's all about me".
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Detectives believe that the wild fracas outside a RaceTrac gas station in Ocala occurred at about 2:20 AM on December 30, and involved eight “primary participants,” according to an Ocala Police Department report. The video, which has some fleeting nudity, can be viewed above.
Nobody called 911 to report the melee as it unfolded, so cops first learned of the fight when the video appeared on YouTube and other web sites.
A police review of the clip notes that, “all of the females began striking at one another with open and closed fists.” As the brawl continued, “Several of the females involved lose articles of clothing revealing their breasts, buttocks, and genitalia.” At the video’s end, five women are seen “dancing and yelling as if to celebrate some type of victory. One female even goes as far as standing on the hood of a car as she dances.”
One battler is so vigorously throwing haymakers that her dress slides up her torso to reveal the woman's thong-adorned rear. Another combatant, who did not fare as well, had her dress nearly ripped off during the confrontation. At the fight’s conclusion, the RaceTrac’s parking lot is dotted with wigs and hair extensions torn off during the fight.
The report notes that investigators have developed “several leads” with regard to the identity of brawl participants, who police believe are between 20 and 30 years old. A police spokesperson estimated that cops will know within a few days whether they will be able to make arrests in the case.
YORK (CBS 2) — She said it felt like she was flying.
That’s how an elderly woman described a heartless attack inside a subway station.
And it was at the hands of another woman.
The robbery was caught on camera. As CBS 2’s Wendy Gillette reports, the video shows how Madeline Klima was robbed from behind.
A defenseless elderly woman, Klima said she can’t make sense of what happened to her.
“Why? Why’d she have to hurt so much? She wanted it so bad she could have asked for it,” Klima told Gillette.
The video shows her falling to the ground and hitting her head as the thief runs off with her purse.
“Oohh flying. Picked me up and like, threw me. And went down, and blood, you know. But I couldn’t get up,” Klima said.
The 81-year-old said she was stunned by how much force the woman used.
Klima fractured and dislocated her shoulder in the fall and her eye is heavily bruised. She also needed stitches.
Klima was returning home to Brooklyn from her job cleaning offices when she was robbed at the Fulton Street station. She said she’s hoping police catch the suspect, so she won’t hurt anyone else.
When asked what she wants the police to do to this woman, Klima said, “It’s hard to say. We would say hang ‘em, but we don’t do this today.”
This is the first time Klima has been the victim of a crime. She had several paychecks in her pocketbook from the job she still works despite her age.
The attack left her in shock and in pain.
“Right now I have problems sleeping. My arm don’t go right, I have to get up,” she said.
Klima said she will get her stitches out Friday when she visits her doctor.
But it will take much longer to heal her emotional wounds.
If you recognize the suspect, please call CrimeStoppers at 1-800-577-TIPS. All information is kept confidential.
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