Black Panther Full Cast and Synopsis

“Black Panther” follows T'Challa who, after the events of “Captain America: Civil War,” returns home to the isolated, technologically advanced African nation of Wakanda to take his place as king. However, when an old enemy reappears on the radar, T'Challa’s mettle as king and Black Panther is tested when he is drawn into a conflict that puts the entire fate of Wakanda and the world at risk.

“He shouldn’t have resisted.”

“He shouldn’t have carried a gun.”

“He shouldn’t have run.”

“He shouldn’t have been wearing a hoodie.”

“He shouldn’t have had a toy gun.”

“He shouldn’t have been selling movies.”

The list of excuses used to justify the murder of black men by police is neverending, but they all have the same meaning at their core:

“He should have been white.”


Kyle’s POV

Life is pretty strange right now. I mean, it feels like I’m trying to understand the basics all over again. It’s so frustrating to be four months along and still not have a clue about my life or who I was before I lost it all. I walk around Sam’s penthouse and I feel like a stranger. I know that I know Sam, but my mind can’t find anything familiar here or in him. It feels like he’s a total stranger to me. And yet, I do feel loved and at peace when he touches me. He’s trying so hard to make me comfortable that it’s kind of cute. I just wish I could wake up one day and remember our life together.

“Why don’t you tell me again?” I pleaded to him for the millionth time as we sat together on the sofa snuggled close. It was the morning of his big meeting, which meant he was leaving me alone in this big penthouse for the first time. I was a little scared to be on my own, but part of me felt too brave to admit I was afraid.

Sam ran his fingers through my hair and smiled before leaning forward, our lips mere inches apart. “Tell you what? How we met? I tell you almost every day.”

“I want to remember,” I said sadly.

“It’s okay that you don’t, darling. These things take time. The doctor said you may never get them back.”

I pulled away from him and curled into a ball at the other end of the couch. “I want to remember the first time I walked into your studio and you flirted with me. I want to remember how I rejected your offers for weeks until your charm made me give in. I want to remember our first date, and the first time we kissed. Is that too much to ask?”

Sam sighed as he pulled me back into his warm embrace. “You never ask for much, so no. It’ll come to you eventually. I promise.”

“I just don’t know.”

“In America, it is traditional to destroy the black body—it is heritage.”

A Letter to My Son

On the one-year anniversary of the release of Ta-Nehisi Coates’ second book, “Between the World and Me,” here’s an excerpt that is more timely and pertinent than ever:

There is nothing extreme in this statement. Americans deify democracy in a way that allows for a dim awareness that they have, from time to time, stood in defiance of their God. This defiance is not to be much dwelled upon. Democracy is a forgiving God and America’s heresies—torture, theft, enslavement—are specimens of sin, so common among individuals and nations that none can declare themselves immune. In fact, Americans, in a real sense, have never betrayed their God. When Abraham Lincoln declared, in 1863, that the battle of Gettysburg must ensure “that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth,” he was not merely being aspirational. At the onset of the Civil War, the United States of America had one of the highest rates of suffrage in the world. The question is not whether Lincoln truly meant “government of the people” but what our country has, throughout its history, taken the political term people to actually mean. In 1863 it did not mean your mother or your grandmother, and it did not mean you and me. As for now, it must be said that the elevation of the belief in being white was not achieved through wine tastings and ice-cream socials, but rather through the pillaging of life, liberty, labor, and land.

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Brigadier General Sterling Alexander Martin Wood and staff, C.S.A.

– Before his appointment to brigadier general, Wood had been a colonel of the 7th Alabama Infantry, C. S. A. Wood is seated on the right in the front row.

Commonly referred to as S.A.M. Wood, was an American lawyer and newspaper editor from Alabama. He served as a Confederate general during the American Civil War until 1863, and resumed practicing law, served as a state legislator, and later taught law. Photo: Credit Alabama Pioneers


Aston Martin DB9 GT Bond Edition, 2015. To celebrate over 50 years of Aston Martin-driving James Bonds and previewing the release of Spectre, the latest James Bond film, a special edition of 150 cars based on the DB9 GT. The 6.0-litre V12-engined grand tourer features unique Spectre Silver paint; sterling silver Aston Martin badges front and rear; and discreet ‘007 Bond Edition’ exterior badging

Note this day people! On Friday, July 8, 2016 is the day I said, “Shit Ends Now!”

I am a Latina with dark skin that has always lived in neighborhoods where the majority of people were Caucasian. Naturally, I have heard a ton of racist comments over the years. I usually just let it slide. I usually ignore it to avoid the argument. I change the subject. I just let it be.

I don’t know why, but seeing this post by Tomi Lahren just made me snap. I thought of all the times I excused racism against me. All the times I just stayed quiet to be cordial. I just can’t do it anymore! I’M DONE BEING NICE! I’M DONE LETTING IT SLIDE! SHIT ENDS NOW!!!!

With that in mind, here are some comments that people have said to my face, many within the past year:

“Why do you bother being smart & getting good grades when you’re just going to end up working in an orange field anyway?”

“You should be the villain for the play. It just looks better that way.”

“Oh, your ethnic is showing.”

“Are you mad over the treatment of immigrants because you’re here illegally?”

“I’m surprised you live here. There’s not a lot of your people in this area.”

“I don’t know if I can trust you on good suggestions. Your people eat pig’s feet.”

“You can’t call me racist. I have black friends.”

I’m done excusing racists!