ethiopian children

July 12, 1991

JC Dobbs, Philadelphia

“State Of Love And Trust” is performed for the first time at this show.

Matt Chamberlain: By the second or third song, people were moving closer to the stage. By the end of every gig at any of these places, people would be like, “Fuck, yeah!” and be totally into it. Converts. At that time, Eddie took it so seriously. After every show, he’d be drenched, speechless. He wouldn’t talk for a while. He was jumping around like a nutcase for an hour. It was a cathartic experience for him at the time. The one thing I remember about him that made me kind of laugh … I thought it was so great. He wore a Butthole Surfers T-shirt from the Locust Abortion Technician album: the one with the disturbing image of the Ethiopian children. He wore that shirt, and he had these army shorts with a hole in the butt that he would gaffer tape up. And white Doc Martens. He would wash his clothes in the hotel room. Everybody was broke. I had to loan Stone twenty bucks at one point because he didn’t have enough money for lunch.

Pearl Jam Twenty, p. 57

Farrakhan’s chip is malfunctioning again.

….none the less he tell’s you yet AGAIN, that YOU are the Children of Israel….andddddddd it’s in the scripture. He also gives America a warning; The Most High is not coming to play games when it comes to his Children of Israel. 

It’s time to wake up and get it together!

Yahawashi (whom most ignorantly call Jesus Christ) is a black man. 

(Revelation 1:14-15 KJVA) His head and his hairs were white like wool, as white as snow; and his eyes were as a flame of fire; and his feet like unto fine brass, as if they burned in a furnace; and his voice as the sound of many waters.

Also he had no beauty contrary to so called white Jesus.

(Isaiah 53:2 KJVA) For he shall grow up before him as a tender plant, and as a root out of a dry ground: he hath no form nor comeliness; and when we shall see him, there is no beauty that we should desire him.

He was from the tribe of Judah (Yahawadah) which are the Jews.

(Hebrews 7:14 KJVA) For it is evident that our ADONAI sprang out of Judah; of which tribe Moses spake nothing concerning priesthood

The Jews are black. 

(Jeremiah 14:2 KJVA) Judah mourneth, and the gates thereof languish; they are black unto the ground; and the cry of Jerusalem is gone up.
They’re black unto the ground.

(Lamentations 4:8 KJVA) their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick

Yes their visage, (FACIAL) is blacker than coal until the white man came and:

(1 Maccabees 3:48 KJVA) laid open the book of the law, wherein the heathen had sought to paint the likeness of their images.

They painted the images of the real Jews white, but originally; for example King Solomon even said:

(Song of Solomon 1:5 KJVA) I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon.

Even Yah said to the Jews:

(Amos 9:7 KJVA) Are ye not as children of the Ethiopians unto me, O children of Israel? saith the Lord . Have not I brought up Israel out of the land of Egypt? and the Philistines from Caphtor, and the Syrians from Kir?

Ethiopians are dark skin people like his people. Even Moses was mistaken for an Egyptian.

Exodus 2:19 KJVA) And they said, An Egyptian delivered us out of the hand of the shepherds, and also drew water enough for us, and watered the flock.
Even Paul was mistaken as an Egyptian:

(Acts 21:38 KJVA) Art not thou that Egyptian, which before these days madest an uproar, and leddest out into the wilderness four thousand men that were murderers?

seeing responses to my last post, i got another thing to say

if you cannot imagine your adopted child having any kind of a life without you, then you shouldn’t adopt, because you don’t yet know that other people are real even after you close your eyes. once you acquire object permanence you may consider graduating to permanency for children.

children may have better or different lives when adopted. but to believe their lives without adoption wouldn’t have had anything of worth is to believe your child has nothing inherently of worth within them

there are many people in this world who could have or should have been adopted but weren’t. their lives didn’t end as a result. they went on to make friends and watch sunsets and experience fear and love and hope and achievements.

this isnt unique to parents – it’s something adoption professionals do, too. something professionals in foster care adoption can thoughtlessly do. we know the situations of children without permanent caregivers can be dire, and it terrifies and worries us. but we need to remember that every life is complex and complete, and not a test that can be failed. instead, we may find ourselves advocating for adoption by thoughtlessly rattling off a list of things unadapted children will become: trafficked drug addicted homeless teen parents with personality disorders who die young. this is telling adopted children that should their parents ever cease loving them, they will have worthless lives and quick deaths. it tells children who aren’t adopted yet that they better hustle or just give up and start dying early, since that’s what they have to look forward to. and it tells parents that somehow, just their presence is enough. not the act of parenting, not unconditional love, not patience and support and commitment and respect. simply by existing in proximity to a child, they have performed a miracle and become the grandest of saviors

the Ethiopian children who aren’t adopted had worthwhile lives. different lives, but worthwhile.

foster children who aren’t adopted have worthwhile lives

sidelining all the systems in which its bound up and viewing it in a vacuum, the act of adopting is morally neutral. it has no permanent or assured outcome. it may literally save a life. it may end one. it may give a child a better chance. it may give them worse abuse than they would have ever experienced otherwise.

giving birth does not automatically mean the parent loves or wanted the child, or will treat them well. it does not mean the child will live to be 80 or die tomorrow. it is how people treat each other that gives parenting and family meaning and outcomes. adoption does not make anybody automatically good and does not automatically make the child lucky, anymore than parenting a child automatically makes a parent good or the child lucky. time, behavior, commitment, and the willingness to grow will give us the answer to all those questions.

adoption itself assures nothing for parent or child, whose individual lives and personhood would have existed and had worth whether they became a family or not. adoption adds something new to real people with their own lives, friends, and families. it does not create a new real person out of raw materials, tragedy, and white tears.

adopted children don’t blink into existence the moment they are adopted, anymore than my partner’s thirty years of life before i met him will disappear or lose all meaning because i love him. and if he had not met me, the remaining years of his life would have still had meaning. we add new meaning to each other’s lives, but we exist and are worthwhile as individuals as well.

if you cannot imagine an adopted child having a worthwhile life without you, you are not yet equipped for the responsibilities inherent in forming relationships with other people, and have work to do before you can provide the love and support all children deserve.


Given Tablets but No Teachers, Ethiopian Children Teach Themselves

With 100 million first-grade-aged children worldwide having no access to schooling, the One Laptop Per Child organization is trying something new in two remote Ethiopian villages—simply dropping off tablet computers with preloaded programs and seeing what happens.

The goal: to see if illiterate kids with no previous exposure to written words can learn how to read all by themselves, by experimenting with the tablet and its preloaded alphabet-training games, e-books, movies, cartoons, paintings, and other programs.

Early observations are encouraging, said Nicholas Negroponte, OLPC’s founder, at MIT Technology Review’s EmTech conference last week.

After several months, the kids in both villages were still heavily engaged in using and recharging the machines, and had been observed reciting the “alphabet song,” and even spelling words. One boy, exposed to literacy games with animal pictures, opened up a paint program and wrote the word “Lion.” (Read more)

Source: Technology Review

browngirlintherain  asked:

John! John! I just saw your video from a NICU in Addis Ababa. THANK YOU. I loved that you spoke about KMC. I am a doctor and a newborn receiving KMC is the single most beautiful thing I have ever seen. May I suggest you read Abraham Verghese's Cutting for Stone? It is about growing up in Ethiopia and medicine and life and beauty and I think you will love it and I would love to hear you talk about it! Love your work!

I have read Cutting for Stone!

I was very impressed with what I read about Kangaroo Mother Care after talking to Dr. Gessesse. One of the things Bill Gates said to me was that a lot of the effective strategies for improving health care in the developing world (like KMC) aren’t that expensive, and many don’t require highly trained specialists.

Obviously, we need more Dr. Gessesses in the world, but a lot of the improvement in Ethiopian child mortality and vaccination rates is due to health extension workers and the amazing volunteer Women’s Health Army. These people provide prenatal care, talk to their neighbors about issues like family planning and when to introduce solid food to keep infants growing, and how to get folic acid and iron supplements inexpensively. Health extension workers, meanwhile, have only a tenth grade education and a year of training, but they can diagnose and treat illnesses from malaria to rotavirus to TB. (You’ll meet some of these people in future videos.)

All that noted, I don’t want to make it sound like a solved problem: Even with this progress, over 6% of Ethiopian children die before the age of 5. Most of those deaths are preventable, and if you believe that all human lives have equal value, you have to acknowledge the ongoing injustice and needless suffering in poor countries like Ethiopia. But the progress is real, and I think Ethiopia is blazing an important trail for the developing world.

(The video in question.)

My friend is adopting an Ethiopian kid...

Adoption is a good thing. That is what I keep telling myself.

But I can’t help feeling irked when people keep sharing news of an Ethiopian adoption with me. No, I am not blaming Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt, or other celebrities that go ‘baby-shopping’ in Africa. They are giving these children a (very good) chance at life.

Nevertheless, I am never quite sure how to respond to the news. Excited because you’re sharing Ethiopian-related news with me? Joyful because out of the billions of kids in the world, you picked an Ethiopian one? Angry because you are taking these kids from their homeland and robbing them of their culture and roots? Don’t expect me to jump for joy because you are not doing me any favors.

I usually just end up nodding and saying, “That’s nice.” I think the problem is that this is how I interpret the conversation:

What the person is saying: “Yeah, so my friend and her husband are adopting two Ethiopian children.”

What I hear: “Yeah, so my friend and her husband just bought a couple of Ethiopian kids.”

Yes, that’s what I really hear in my mind. It sounds like they just bought an Ethiopian child as though it were a brand-named item, like “I just purchased a BMW." 

I feel like 'they’ are robbing Ethiopia’s children, but they’re not. You have to pay for adoptions.


“The white race has historically oppressed, exploited, and killed black people, all in the name of their God Jesus Christ and with the sanction of the their churches. it is generally overlooked that the Ku Klux Klan is primarily a religious organization. Further, blacks should never forget the image of the Pope blessing Italian planes and pilots on their way to bombing Ethiopian men women and children who only has spears to defend themselves.

Bobby E.Wright
The Psychopathic Racial Personality

*Request* Teenage Pregnancy (Harry) for Kate

You stared down at the stick for what seemed like forever. There was no way this could happen. You were always so careful. But there you were staring at the positive pregnancy test. You were pregnant. You took a deep breath and tossed the stick in the trash, not being able to look at it anymore and slowly slid down the wall of the bathroom. “ What am I going to do?” You asked yourself as the tears started to run down your cheeks. You only just started your senior year in high school. You barely had your life together; how could you bring another into this world?

The tears fell faster as you pulled out your phone and dialed your best friend Louis’ number. He was the only one who knew that you even thought you were pregnant. He picked up on the second ring.

“ What did it say?” he rushed through the line. You sniffled and he immediately knew. “Oh my God, Kate. I’m on my way.” He hung up before you could say anything.

Not even ten minutes later, you heard your door open and Louis call your name. You didn’t even have enough energy to tell him you were in the bathroom. Eventually he found you and sat down with you.

“How are you, love?” he asked, putting his arm around you. You sighed and leaned your head on his shoulder.

“ What am I gonna do, Tommo?”

“First things first, you need to talk to Harry.” You sat up and hid your face in your hands. You hadn’t even thought about Harry. Harry was your best friend since the fifth grade and boyfriend since sophomore year. You loved Harry and he loved you, but would he stay? He always wanted to be a singer. He couldn’t do that with a baby.

“ I’m scared, Louis. What if he leaves me?” Louis gave you a look.

“Are we talking about the same Harry? He would follow you to the ends of the Earth and would help you raise a whole village of Ethiopian of children if that’s what you wanted.” You couldn’t help but smile at his comment.

“ Yeah, but this is real life. Babies are a huge deal.” You argued. Louis grabbed your phone off the floor and handed it to you.

“Just call him. You owe him that much.”

You grabbed the phone and called Harry.

“ Hi, babe!” he answered cheerfully. Tears started to well up in your eyes. “Kate?” he asked, worried.

“ Uh, sorry. Hey, Harry.” You said, tearfully.

“ Kaitlyn? What’s wrong?”

“ Could you come over? I need to talk to you about something.” You tried to not show emotion, but you still sounded upset.

“ Why? What’s going on? You’re scaring me.” he said, wearily but you could hear shuffling, signaling that he was leaving.

“Please, Harry. I’ll talk to you about it when you get here.” Before he could protest, you hung up.

“Welp, I’m gonna get going before he gets here.” Louis said, getting up. You stood up with him and walked him to the door.

“ Thanks for being here, Tommo. I’ll call you and tell you what happened, okay?”

After he left, you made your way to the living room and plopped yourself down on the couch. It normally takes Harry thirty minutes to get to your house, but it only took him fifteen minutes to come tumbling through the door, looking for you.

“Kaitlyn?!” he yelled before seeing you on the couch and running to you. “Thank God you’re okay. There were so many crazy scenarios in my head. Like there was this one with an alligator…” he rambled but you interrupted.

“Harry. I have to tell you something.” He gave you a confused look and sat down.


“ Just, promise me that when I’m through telling you this that you won’t leave. I don’t know what I would do if you did.”

“ Promise.” He scooted closer and took your hands. “Always.”

“Promises are broken…” You mumbled.

“ Listen, whatever you have to say, it doesn’t matter. I’m never going anywhere.”

“Harry, I’m pregnant.” You blurted, not being able to hold it in any longer.

Harry’s eyes got wide and his grip on your hands tightened. He was silent just sitting there with wide eyes for minutes.

“ Say something. Please.” You begged and he snapped out of his trance. He quickly stood up and started pacing, running his hands through his hair.

“ Pregnant. You’re pregnant. How did this happen?” he asked, more to himself. Tears started to well in your eyes. You didn’t want him to leave.

“ Harry, I don’t know how it happened either. But it did and I’m terrified. I don’t know what I’m going to do.” You broke down into sobs and Harry rushed to comfort you.

“Hey, hey I’m here. We will figure something out. We’ll get a house. We’ll get married. We’re going to have a family.” Harry smiled at you with watery eyes.

“ Wait. You’re happy about this?” you asked, surprised.

“ Yeah. I mean the timing is kind of bad, but we’ve always talked about kids. Sure, it’s going to be difficult, but I love difficult as long as I’m with you.” he wiped away your tears with his thumb and kissed your nose.

“ I love you.” you sighed and snuggled into his side. “I’m just scared. What will my parents thing? What will your parents think? Where are we going to get money? Babies are so expensive, Harry. So freaking expens-“

“ Let’s not think about all of that right now. Let’s just go to sleep and we’ll talk about it in the morning, yeah?” he interrupted and you nodded; you were exhausted. He led you upstairs to your bedroom and climbed into bed with you, pulling you into his arms. When he thought you were asleep, he slid down and put his face against your stomach.

“ Hey, little one. It’s your daddy speaking. I just wanted to tell you that I won’t let anything happen to you. I love you and I can’t wait to go on this crazy and scary ride with you.”

You smiled and ran your fingers through his hair. He jumped and embarrassedly smiled.

“ Everything is going to be okay, isn’t it?” You asked and he nodded.

“ Yeah, I think it will be.

 ** It’s not the best, sorry. But I hope you liked it anyway! Go ahead and tell me what you think of it and request more. I wont mind. - Cherilyn xx