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Africa, Animals, and Children: KNOW MY RIGHTS IC It's important that I write to you, to teach you what I'm learning... As an African raised in europe, Africa was always "that other place", where I belong but I'm not from. I don't speak an African language I don't have any living relatives in Africa I didn't know any African cultures and the Europeans that stole me from there, have tried to keep me disconnected ever since. I must congratulate them, they have done really well. Even to the point where you have Africans in the UK calling themselves British. Africans in the Americas calling themselves American, and and so forth... Many of us Dislocated Africans see ourselves as other, we know we don't belong in European governed countries & we think that we don't belong in African countries. Europeans still profit heavily from this disconnect, they created laws to make stealing from Africa legal and to make us think that Africa is a scary far away place, where they eat children and have sex with animals. In Jamestown, Virginia in 1609 during a particularly harsh winter, the English that went there, murdered dismembered and ate a 14 year old child. In Finland, Romania and Hungary it is still legal to have sex with animals. Not saying Africa is perfect but don't just believe the media Hype. Africans globally, if you have a passport, go and visit your mother Africa, start to invest, start identifying yourselves as African. There is a difference between identity and nationality. Start investing, start moving, build with your brothers and sisters. Not everyone is going to welcome you with open arms, but you won't be murdered by the police because of the colour of your skin... chakabars @kaepernick7 @yourrightscamp
Africa, Animals, and Children: KNOW
 MY
 RIGHTS
 IC
It's important that I write to you, to teach you what I'm learning... As an African raised in europe, Africa was always "that other place", where I belong but I'm not from. I don't speak an African language I don't have any living relatives in Africa I didn't know any African cultures and the Europeans that stole me from there, have tried to keep me disconnected ever since. I must congratulate them, they have done really well. Even to the point where you have Africans in the UK calling themselves British. Africans in the Americas calling themselves American, and and so forth... Many of us Dislocated Africans see ourselves as other, we know we don't belong in European governed countries & we think that we don't belong in African countries. Europeans still profit heavily from this disconnect, they created laws to make stealing from Africa legal and to make us think that Africa is a scary far away place, where they eat children and have sex with animals. In Jamestown, Virginia in 1609 during a particularly harsh winter, the English that went there, murdered dismembered and ate a 14 year old child. In Finland, Romania and Hungary it is still legal to have sex with animals. Not saying Africa is perfect but don't just believe the media Hype. Africans globally, if you have a passport, go and visit your mother Africa, start to invest, start identifying yourselves as African. There is a difference between identity and nationality. Start investing, start moving, build with your brothers and sisters. Not everyone is going to welcome you with open arms, but you won't be murdered by the police because of the colour of your skin... chakabars @kaepernick7 @yourrightscamp

It's important that I write to you, to teach you what I'm learning... As an African raised in europe, Africa was always "that other place", ...

Children, Church, and Finals: In a private cemetery in small-town Arkansas, a woman single-handedly buried and gave funerals to more than 40 gay men during the height of the AIDS epidemic, when their families wouldn't claim them ANBO NATION This should be shared everywhere. In a private cemetery in small-town Arkansas, a woman single-handedly buried and gave funerals to more than 40 gay men during the height of the AIDS epidemic, when their families wouldn’t claim them. One person who found the courage to push the wheel is Ruth Coker Burks. Now a grandmother living a quiet life in Rogers, in the mid-1980s Burks took it as a calling to care for people with AIDS at the dawn of the epidemic, when survival from diagnosis to death was sometimes measured in weeks. For about a decade, between 1984 and the mid-1990s and before better HIV drugs and more enlightened medical care for AIDS patients effectively rendered her obsolete, Burks cared for hundreds of dying people, many of them gay men who had been abandoned by their families. She had no medical training, but she took them to their appointments, picked up their medications, helped them fill out forms for assistance, and talked them through their despair. Sometimes she paid for their cremations. She buried over three dozen of them with her own two hands, after their families refused to claim their bodies. For many of those people, she is now the only person who knows the location of their graves. β€œWhen Burks was a girl, she said, her mother got in a final, epic row with Burks’ uncle. To make sure he and his branch of the family tree would never lie in the same dirt as the rest of them, Burks said, her mother quietly bought every available grave space in the cemetery: 262 plots. They visited the cemetery most Sundays after church when she was young, Burks said, and her mother would often sarcastically remark on her holdings, looking out over the cemetery and telling her daughter: β€˜Someday, all of this is going to be yours.’ β€˜I always wondered what I was going to do with a cemetery,’ she said. β€˜Who knew there’d come a time when people didn’t want to bury their children?’"
Children, Church, and Finals: In a private cemetery in small-town
 Arkansas, a woman single-handedly
 buried and gave funerals to more than
 40 gay men during the height of the
 AIDS epidemic, when their families
 wouldn't claim them
 ANBO
 NATION
This should be shared everywhere. In a private cemetery in small-town Arkansas, a woman single-handedly buried and gave funerals to more than 40 gay men during the height of the AIDS epidemic, when their families wouldn’t claim them. One person who found the courage to push the wheel is Ruth Coker Burks. Now a grandmother living a quiet life in Rogers, in the mid-1980s Burks took it as a calling to care for people with AIDS at the dawn of the epidemic, when survival from diagnosis to death was sometimes measured in weeks. For about a decade, between 1984 and the mid-1990s and before better HIV drugs and more enlightened medical care for AIDS patients effectively rendered her obsolete, Burks cared for hundreds of dying people, many of them gay men who had been abandoned by their families. She had no medical training, but she took them to their appointments, picked up their medications, helped them fill out forms for assistance, and talked them through their despair. Sometimes she paid for their cremations. She buried over three dozen of them with her own two hands, after their families refused to claim their bodies. For many of those people, she is now the only person who knows the location of their graves. β€œWhen Burks was a girl, she said, her mother got in a final, epic row with Burks’ uncle. To make sure he and his branch of the family tree would never lie in the same dirt as the rest of them, Burks said, her mother quietly bought every available grave space in the cemetery: 262 plots. They visited the cemetery most Sundays after church when she was young, Burks said, and her mother would often sarcastically remark on her holdings, looking out over the cemetery and telling her daughter: β€˜Someday, all of this is going to be yours.’ β€˜I always wondered what I was going to do with a cemetery,’ she said. β€˜Who knew there’d come a time when people didn’t want to bury their children?’"

This should be shared everywhere. In a private cemetery in small-town Arkansas, a woman single-handedly buried and gave funerals to more tha...