Twenty-two million black victims of Americanism are waking up and they’re gaining a new political consciousness, becoming politically mature. And as they become – develop this political maturity, they’re able to see the recent trends in these political elections. They see that the whites are so evenly divided that every time they vote the race is so close they have to go back and count the votes all over again. And that…which means that any block, any minority that has a block of votes that stick together is in a strategic position. Either way you go, that’s who gets it. You’re – You’re in a position to determine who will go to the White House and who will stay in the dog house. You’re the one who has that power. You can keep Johnson in Washington D.C., or you can send him back to his Texas cotton patch. You’re the one who sent Kennedy to Washington. You’re the one who put the present Democratic Administration in Washington D.C. The whites were evenly divided. It was the fact that you threw 80 percent of your votes behind the Democrats that put the Democrats in the White House.
When you see this, you can see that the Negro vote is the key factor. And despite the fact that you are in a position to – to be the determining factor, what do you get out of it? The Democrats have been in Washington D.C. only because of the Negro vote. They’ve been down there four years, and they’re – all other legislation they wanted to bring up they brought it up and gotten it out of the way, and now they bring up you. And now, they bring up you. You put them first, and they put you last, ‘cause you’re a chump, a political chump.
In Washington D.C., in the House of Representatives, there are 257 who are Democrats; only 177 are Republican. In the Senate there are 67 Democrats; only 33 are Republicans. The Party that you backed controls two-thirds of the House of Representatives and the Senate, and still they can’t keep their promise to you, 'cause you’re a chump. Anytime you throw your weight behind a political party that controls two-thirds of the government, and that Party can’t keep the promise that it made to you during election time, and you’re dumb enough to walk around continuing to identify yourself with that Party, you’re not only a chump, but you’re a traitor to your race.
And what kind of alibi do they come up with? They try and pass the buck to the Dixiecrats. Now back during the days when you were blind, deaf, and dumb, ignorant, politically immature, naturally you went along with that. But today as your eyes come open, and you develop political maturity, you’re able to see and think for yourself, and you can see that a Dixiecrat is nothing but a Democrat in disguise.
You look at the structure of the government that controls this country; it’s controlled by 16 senatorial committees and 20 congressional committees. Of the 16 senatorial committees that run the government, 10 of them are in the hands of Southern segregationists. Of the 20 congressional committees that run the government, 12 of them in the – are in the hands of Southern segregationists. And they’re going to tell you and me that the South lost the war.
It is amazing that Malcolm X could see things 50 years ago that many STILL can’t see today.
Summary: You have to say you don’t like all your classes or professors, but Professor Kim Seokjin was not only delicious to look at, he actually made Art History interesting. That’s why you jumped at the chance to be his Teacher’s Assistant for the fall semester. And you knew it would be amazing, but what you didn’t plan for was Kim Namjoon to register for his class. Or for him to request tutoring from you.
Word Count: 6000+
Tags: Sir!Kink. Brat Taming. AU!BTS. NamJinxReader. No BoyxBoy
What happens now in the tiny matchmakers universe? Does the undercover mission work?
we’re suppose to be newlyweds, you’re surprisingly good at hiding
yourself away or making sure there are others around so we don’t
have to talk.”
Obi-Wan tensed up
but continued to rinse out of the foamy flannel in his hand. “We
don’t have to spend all the with each other.” He offered firmly
in return, not turning around to face the man in the doorway of the
The other Jedi trailed off, seemingly unsure what to say.
‘Good, let him
be the one to flounder for once.’ Obi-Wan thought before bringing
the now cleaned out cloth to his face to rinse of the rest of the
suddenly wrapped around his waist and for one moment all Obi-Wan
wanted to do was to melt back into the heat of the person behind him.
One moment of
utter weakness and just wanting
And then he
dropped the cloth and shoved the hands of him, turning around to
press his back against the sink, glaring up at Qui-Gon who watched
him calmly. ‘Of course he’s calm, Master Jinn of the Jedi order.’
that.” He growled out.
“I wasn’t sure
how to get you to look at me. You’ve done your best to avoid me in
private which I admit is impressive in these close quarters.”
Qui-Gon offered in turn.
“Why can’t you
just let me be upset?” Obi-Wan grunted out.
“Upset I could
handle if you would just speak to me. I know I hurt you Obi-Wan but
letting it linger solves nothing.”
“Says the man
who spent twelve years letting hurts linger through my
The two stared at
each other at the sharply delivered words.
deserved that.” Qui-Gon ran his hand over his beard, sighing.
‘Being petty is
not the way of the Jedi. If he’s here to apologize, I should
listen…’ The thing was that Obi-Wan didn’t want to, not yet.
Because if he did, he’d forgive and if he forgave that easily…
He looked away.
“Yes, you did.”
“And yet you
fell in love with me.”
shoulders slumped a bit. “…No one said it was a healthy choice.
And its not like its mutual.”
“It could be.”
Qui-Gon offered quietly.
The words took a
few moments to penetrate Obi-Wan’s mind and he jerked his head to
stare at the other man. “…Don’t play mind games with me Qui-Gon
Jinn.” He said sharply. “You have never shown interest for me
“I would be
blind, deaf and dumb not to see how gorgeous you are Obi-Wan. But you
were also my padawan up to a month ago. Had I felt or done anything
back then it would have been a violating of not only the rules but
also of moral conduct.” Qui-Gon countered.
suppose to believe you’re now suddenly in love with me?” Obi-Wan
“No, of course
not. But I am hoping you’ll give me a chance. To see if there could
be something. Once you’ve forgiven me.”
The winds went out
of Obi-Wan’s sails at the latter part.
“You seem so
sure that I’ll forgive you…”
thinking for the most part. Hope. Even if we don’t move past a
friendship, I am loath to lose you Obi-Wan.” Qui-Gon murmured,
hesitating before reaching up and cupping his cheek, stroking at the
freshly shaven skin with his thumb. “…I think I could love you
though. You’re strong, you have humor and there is more
intelligence in you then most.”
Unable to resist,
Obi-Wan leaned into the gentle touch for a few seconds, closing his
eyes and therefor not seeing the slightly awed look in Qui-Gon’s
eyes when he did.
“…I won’t be
a doormat, I already told you. The next time you hurt me, I leave, I
get a damn multi year mission somewhere far away.” Obi-Wan
“Yes, I know,
you told me. I understand Obi-Wan and I will do a concentrated effort
not to hurt you or disregard your opinion.” Qui-Gon murmured.
expect you to change overnight. I would just…like for you to
consider my opinions and view as valid as yours and give them
thought. I know you have no love for Force visions but for the love
of little Stars Qui-Gon Jinn, you need to listen.” Obi-Wan sighed
and finally reached up, slowly pulling the others hand away. “You’re
not forgiven, not yet. You’re on a trial period. This is your last
chance with me as a friend or anything. Mess this up and I will leave
and anything between us will be strictly professional.”
He squeezed the
others hand, staring up into eyes so blue they looked like an ocean
to Obi-Wan. “I love you, but I refuse to spend my life being hurt
The taller man murmured before leaning down and in, pressing his lips
gently to Obi-Wan’s forehead. “Thank you for giving me this
chance, though I’m not sure I deserve it.”
“Its not up to
you to decide what you deserve.” Obi-Wan whispered as the other
pulled away. “Its up to me to decide what I’m willing to give.”
“So where do we
go from here Obi-Wan?” The older man questioned.
our mission, we work together and we try to figure it out.”
You know Yoda and Anakin are going to be trying t-”
“Yes they made
that abundantly clear, they are going to meddle.” Obi-Wan offered
dryly before pausing. “…Yoda made his decision rather strangly,
he basically poached Anakin.”
“I don’t mind
to much, I only wanted him to be trained. With Force strength that
powerful…” Qui-Gon shrugged.
With a small sigh Obi-Wan rolled his eyes, unable to resist a small smile. “And so the great Qui-Gon Jinn gets his will.”
You know, when I first started out working up in Dublin, there was this 3-year-old boy. Parents brought him into the hospital for a routine operation. But the anesthetist, he made a mistake. Little boy ended up deaf, dumb, blind… and paralyzed. For good. Think of it. Think when that little boy first regained consciousness. In the dark. You’d be frightened, wouldn’t you? You’d be frightened in the kind of a way that you know the fear is going to end. Has to. Must. Your parents couldn’t be too far away. They’ll come to your rescue. They’ll turn the light on. They’ll talk to you. But… think of it. Nobody comes to rescue you. No light is turned on. You are in the dark. You try to speak… but you can’t. You try to move… but you can’t. You try to cry out. But you are unable to hear your own screams. You are entombed within your own body. Howling with terror.[ What the fuck? Why the fuck would you tell me a story like that? ]No reason.
Sometimes I feel like a square trying to fit in all the wrong circles. It’s hard to see your dreams when you’re eyes are black and purple. Getting broken by the beat down in each and every small town. Some call it love I call it a heart attack with a new sound. Population you and me tonight we’re speaking gospel to a handful turn up the lights so we can see and put our problems on the anvil. This place is an ashtray and you’re anything but: the used up end of a cigarette where the nicotine cuts. So…Follow this second hand smoke and mirrors routine we can all be friends I promise it won’t hurt to bleed. These are my deaf dumb blind scribblings every single word. My only prayer is that they’re regarded as retarded and never heard. This all I have it’s all I know it’s not a lot. All I have are words, here this is all I got.
Hey I’m sorry because I’ve been gone such a long long time. please, I promise I’ll be there for you.
I’d hit the pavement again but all my knuckles are broken, and there’s no use saving them because all I’m doing is choking. It’s another hundred miles on this long gray road I’m trying and another hundred dives in a row I’m diving in. That, glass of water so I can feel maybe something to fill this soul. We’re all thirsty I know. Well I won’t be your clown tonight. Sorry yall I’ve got no tricks, but I’m willing to take a look at what you need fixed. and that’s all I have to offer I’m the cheap version of what you need. I’m a liar I cheat and I steal, it’s all for me. This is my deepest secret please tell everyone you meet. This is all I have. I have nothing but attention when I scream.