Event 1: A Yummy Competition

Proposed by the lovely @the-winnowing-wind, it’s very simple, over the weekend of the 1st and 2nd of April, prepare and photograph a cake Hannibal would be proud of, post a photo to twitter or tumblr with the hashtag and make sure we can contact you!

To the prize! The winner will receive a Cards Against Hannibal set, designed by myself and not available to buy. You’ll receive the main set plus the Season 3 Expansion Pack. (Word to the wise, this game is for horrible adult fannibals. It has bad words. So if you’re under 18 please double check with guardians and if you win and don’t want the deck, I’m sure we can think of something else from my store.)

If you have any questions about the competition or prize, please ask!

Seen a few folks asking questions w/ themes of abuse. Idk if it’s your thing but I highly recommend the book “Why does he do that?” While it is cishet centric (the book is almost entirely about partner abuse committed by male abusers) it does a really good job of discussing attitudes of entitlement, their role in abuse, forms of abuse, and tools for leaving an abuser. It was super helpful for me, and it might be helpful for some of your readers

Thank you for reminding me about this amazing book! Here is a link to some PDFs of it (though if you can, please consider purchasing the book and supporting the author and her research.)

I have been getting a bunch of messages asking about abuse and abusive relationships - though this isn’t the main theme of this blog, I try to advocate for healthy relationships no matter what. I will put together a linkable FAQ page about relationship abuse sometime soon.

My Best Friend’s Brother Part 3

 Title: My Best Friend’s Brother

Summary: Back in college you and Sam Winchester were the best of friends, you had even introduced him to Jess and became the official third wheel, the three of you were inseparable until Jess’s death and then your best friend just disappeared from your life. A few years later living in New York City you run into your ex best friend and piece some things together about his mysterious life. You and Dean grow close, he becomes your best friend too, but can you keep your feeling platonic and brotherly like they are with Sam?

Pairing: Eventual Dean Winchester x Reader, Sam x Reader (Best friends)

Warnings: language, eventual smut in future parts

A/N: thank you to everyone who has given feedback or just liked and shared these, I’m pretty new to tumblr and have been extremely anxious about putting my writing out there and so even if all you said was love it or can’t wait for the next part you made my day and are why I keep writing<3  please keep giving feedback, whether it’s positive or negative I want to hear it. As long as people keep liking these i will keep writing it. I don’t know how many parts i’ll do but for now i will probably have a new chapter out every night or every other night. if you would like to be tagged let me know, and like I said last time if anyone can help me out with making a linkable master list thing I would really appreciate it.

You sat with your legs crossed, a book in your lap, and a huge smile on your face between the Winchester brothers in the front of the impala. You had tried to sit in the back but figured out pretty soon you get car sick easily and Sam was too tall to sit in the back comfortably so here you were the three of you sitting up front you wedged between the two and you couldn’t be more excited. You and the boys had spent most of the night arguing about you becoming a hunter but in the end you got your way…

“Y/N there is no way in hell I am letting you become a hunter, I’ll teach you some basics on how to protect yourself but you are not hunting with us, you have a life and you should live it” Dean was pacing and lecturing you while you sat on the couch trying to think of ways to convince them to bring you along. Sam sat in the chair across the room trying to figure out a way to talk you out of this but he remembered how stubborn you were in college and knew this would be a losing battle for him and Dean.

“Dean, what life?! I have no friends here, I have no family, I work at a bookstore that is about to be closed and can barely afford this apartment, I have no ties and I wasn’t to help.”

“ Wait, what do you mean no family? What happened to them?” Dean questioned, you tensed up at this and looked down.

“Umm Y/N grew up in the foster care system, Dean, she was never adopted or anything so she doesn’t have any known family.”

“Oh, sorry, Y/N, I didn’t know…”

“Its ok Dean I don’t tell too many people, but the fact of the matter is Sam was the closest thing I ever did have to a family and I want to be able to help people, to save them like you do, I know I’m not ready yet so for now I can just do research and talk to citizens and things, the busy work, while you guys do the physical work, you can train me in your own time and when you say I’m ready I can fight with you, but till then I will just do everything in my power to make hunts as easy as possible for you, please Dean I want to help, and I don’t want to be alone again, please…” You gave Dean the best puppy dog eyes you could muster, from the corner of your eye you thought you saw Sam crack a smile…

“Ughhhh, damn it Y/N” Dean rubbed his face and put his face in his hands, “We leave in the morning so you better be packed and ready to leave by 8am”.

“OH MY GOD THANK YOU DEAN I PROMISE YOU WON’T REGRET THIS, AHHH YAY YAY YAY!!!” You squealed and practically tackled him to the ground in a crushing hug.


You smirked at this memory, you looked up at Dean and smiled, he looked over at you and laughed shaking his head, “You sure are a force to reckoned with, I bet you always get your way”

You lightly pushed him, “You’d be surprised, I think it’s just you Winchester boys with a soft spot for me” you winked at him giggling. He shook his head again at you but you could see him struggling to hold back a smile, then he lowered his right hand squeezing your leg as he smiled at you, you felt like your heart my burst out of your chest, you knew you were probably bright red, you could feel that tension between the two of you and before either of you could say anything you Sam let out a snore so loud he woke himself up. You and Dean couldn’t hold back your laughter and began to make fun of Sam, you realized about 10 minutes into this banter though that Dean hadn’t moved his hand from your leg…


“For the next month we’ll be in and out of motels, we’ve got a lot of hunts lined up, but once things settle down we will take you to the bunker and we can clean out a room for you to set up as your own.” Sam had explained the bunker they’d found and set up as a make shift home, you couldn’t wait to get there and make it your home too, but for now you’d be living out of the Impala and sketchy motel rooms.

“I can’t wait Sammy, thank you, for everything” you were seated on the bed with books and notes scattered around you, you’d pretty much be stuck in the room for all of the hunts until Dean could get you your fake paperwork and id’s. “You look very professional in that suit Sammy” You said looking over his FBI suit.

“what about me sweetheart how do I look in this?” Dean walked out of the bathroom in his suit and it practically took your breath away. He looked unbelievably hot and those pants hugged him in all the right places…

“Umm ya you look great too Dean really great” you stuttered out feeling your face get hot you pretended to be suddenly very interested in the papers in front of you.

“Alright we’ll be back in a few hours, get whatever information you can but don’t kill yourself like Sammy usually does when reading this stuff”

“I won’t don’t worry” you smiled at them as they walked out.

You had spent about 4 hours doing research and then decided to surf the channels. You landed on one of your favorite movies Finding Nemo. The room was very cold and you were starting to shiver. You’d really only packed light layers since that’s all you had room for and stuck the rest of your things in storage till you got to the bunker but you’d managed to forget your favorite sweatshirts and only had t-shirts to wear. You noticed a plaid green flannel peeking out of Dean’s bag and it looked so big and cozy you thought to yourself he wouldn’t mind if you wore it for a few hours, and anyways you could take it off before they got back to the bunker so he’d never know you’d borrowed it… you took your white t-shirt off and grabbed his shirt slipping it on and buttoning it up. It was perfectly big and cozy on you and came down just below your black yoga shorts. You also put your favorite fuzzy socks on and felt so much warmer. You crawled into the bed trying to research but getting distracted by the movie on the tv until eventually you felt yourself dozing off.


You slowly woke to the sound of voices in the room and a dip in the bed, you rubbed your eyes under your glasses and sat up looking around.

“Great work Y/N, all these notes you took are really helpful, we’ll probably be able to get in and out tonight and get on the road by morning. I’m going to go pick us up some food any requests?” Sam grabbed the car keys and made his way towards the door.

“Surprise me Sammy, but make sure to bring back a big cup of coffee please”

“Will do” and with that Sam left. You then moved your gaze to where you felt the bed dip and saw Dean back in his usual jeans and t-shirt sprawled out on the bed. He was flipping through tv channels, you become suddenly aware of the fact you were still in his shirt.

“It looks good on you”

“Hmm?” pulling you from your thoughts.

“My shirt, it looks good on you” he stated without looking from the tv.

“Oh, thank you, sorry I didn’t mean to take it without asking, I just was so cold and I stupidly didn’t pack very well for this month on the road, I can change and give it back…” you mumbled feeling your face get redder by the second.

“Baby girl its fine, you’re more than welcome to borrow my clothes any time, there’s no need to ask” he laid his hand on yours as he said this putting you at ease, you looked up to see him staring at you with those beautiful eyes. “Besides, I rather like the idea of you in my shirt, especially if you’ve got nothing else on underneath…” he trailed off looking down at your legs, his shirt was so big it covered up your shorts giving off the impression that you were naked under his shirt.

“oh, oh no I have shorts on they’re just short shorts and your shirt is so big on me it covers them” You said quickly lifting the button down up to show that you did indeed have bottoms on.

Dean chuckled, “relax baby girl I was only joking with you” He settled back to watch some old western on the tv and you relaxed into the bed almost dozing off again. “I hope you don’t mind sharing a bed with me” you were snapped from your thoughts again at this, “It’s just Sammy is just a giant he usually needs the bed to himself and me and you would fit more comfortably in a bed together, if it bothers you I can just take the floor though”

“Of course not, it doesn’t bother me at all, I will warn you though I’m a cuddler so I’m sorry if you wake up to me hugging you in my sleep” you giggled.

“I have absolutely no issues with that sweetheart” he stared at you again and you thought for the millionth time your heart might jump into your throat.

“hey guys I grabbed some salads and burgers and a coffee for you” Sam walked in hands full as he handed you your coffee, “and an apple pie for the two of you to share, yes share Dean, Y/N here likes pie almost as much you do but don’t worry it’s a big pie.

The three of you sat talking eating and laughing and you couldn’t remember a time you felt more content. The boys headed out after eating and you tried to wait up but sleep took over.


You awoke a few hours later to a big strong arm wrapping around you and pulling you to him.

“Hey how’d the hunt go?” your voice groggy with sleep. You rolled in Dean’s arms to face him.

“We got the ghost but it was a little more difficult than we thought it’d be, Sam is tying up some loose ends and sent me back to get some shut eye. Sorry for grabbing you like this, I’ll get on my side of the bed, it’s just…” Dean couldn’t quite figure out what to say but you understood, you stopped him from pulling away and wrapped your arms around him.

“I actually get pretty intense nightmares at night so I think most nights I will need you to hold me, as long as that’s ok with you” you smiled up at Dean, suddenly very aware of how little affection these boys have probably received in their lives and your heart ached for them. Dean returned that smile pulling you closer.

“I mean if that’s what you need who am I to deny a pretty girl comfort” You giggled at this and the room fell silent again, “Thank you Y/N” you closed your eyes and rested your head on his chest

“Of course Dean” and then sleep overtook you yet again with dreams of a gorgeous green eyed man.

Autism: Acceptance vs. Cure

trigger warnings for: medical abuse, ABA, conversion therapy, ableism, A$, brief suicide mention

note: I wrote this paper as an english assignment for a neurotypical audience. Because of this, it goes over a lot of “basics” that you probably already know (like what “allistic” means) but I’m hoping this can serve as a resource to direct your cure-seeking friends/family to.

here is a link to the same paper on google docs in a more accessible, easily linkable form. 

see end of paper for works cited.

long essay under the cut

Keep reading

(a list of comics I personally liked for friends who don’t really feel like reading a lot of Nu52 crap & I need a linkable place to put it, ignore this)

OK* Nu52 Red Hood/Jason Todd issues:

*we may have different opinions as for what constitutes ‘ok’, msg me if you think I should add something.

 as of 24/08/2014:

  • Red Hood and the Outlaws #17 Feb 20 2013
  • Red Hood and the Outlaws #18 Mar 20 2013
  • Justice League v2 #19 Apr 17 2013
  • Batman and Red Hood #20 May 8 2013 (good Jason issue, garbage Bruce issue)
  • Batman/Superman Annual #1 Mar 5 2014
  • Red Hood and the Outlaws #29 Mar 19 2014
  • Red Hood and the Outlaws #30 Apr 16 2014
  • Red Hood and the Outlaws #31 May 21 2014
  • Action Comics v2 #34 Aug 6 2014 (really short appearance)
  • Batman Eternal #18 Aug 6 2014
  • Batman Eternal #19 Aug 13 2014
  • Batman Eternal #20 Aug 20 2014
  • Batman and Robin #34 Aug 20 2014

A few weeks ago, sparks-of-greene, fioredi, and I listened to a Dalton Ross podcast with Emily from early October.  (Because yes, the three of us do everything together).

Anyway, this podcast was released in October, but Di figured out it was recored at the end of September.  Nearly 2 months after “Coda” was filmed.

Some takeaways:

  • Emily was super bubbly and happy talking about the show and Beth’s story.
  • She calls everything she’s doing this season “super exciting and fun,” speaking in the present tense.
  • She gets giggly when talking about Bethyl and says, “You’ll have to wait and find out.”  This is also the interview where the quote about their growing connection comes from,
  • The subject of being in fear of getting the phone call about being told your character is being killed off comes up and she’s very giggly and cute about it.  There’s not hint of sadness and she talks about deciding to buy furniture for her apartment.
  • She talks about how good a guitar player Steven is and how they play together and it gave me Stemily feels, much to Di’s chagrin.
  • She’s asked if she’s heading back to Atlanta and she quickly says “I will be,” quickly, almost like she tried to stop herself.

Anyway, my biggest takeaway from this was that less than 2 months after being supposedly being killed off, she was happy and bubbly when talking about the show.  This was not an interview with the same person who could barely keep it together on TTD after “Coda.”  And her bubbly attitude when talking about the possibility of being killed off doesn’t really jive with someone who was just killed off.

I haven’t been able to find a linkable version of the podcast, but you can download it from iTunes.  It’s the InsideTV podcast from October 2, 2014.  I found it just by searching “Emily Kinney EW podcast.”

A. Take your OTP
B. Insert shuffle mode on you mp3-player, phone, device you keep all your music on.
C. Answer the question (and try NOT to cheat)
D. Tag 5 of your friends (or more if you want)
E. Always post the rules


1. What song is played during the first time they see each other?

Sweetest Girl - Wyclef Jean

??? well aLRIGHT that’s an interesting one

2.They go out on their first date. Take the refrain of the song, it describes the atmosphere of the date.

So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light
‘Cause oh that gave me such a fright
But I will hold as long as you like
Just promise me we’ll be alright
-Ghosts That We Knew - Mumford and Sons




this whole song I’m just in pAIN

3.  What song is played during their first kiss?

Single Ladies- Beyoncé


4. It’s their first time… everything is so… sweet? Romatic? Hardcore? Let’s see what song is playing.

Rattlesnake Charm (Dream machine) - Sean Hayes

…they’re….doing it on the dance floor??

5. They’re getting married! What will they dance to?

I’m in it - Kanye West


6. Oh no… Half of your OTP is dead. I know you’re busy trying to find the pieces of your heart spread across the room, but could you tell me which song is to be played at the funeral?

If I Have to Go - Tom Waits

ABSOLUTELY NOT HOLY HELL WHY IS THIS ONE THE ONE THAT’S SUPER FUCKING APPROPRIATE if you listen to any of these make it this one because holy shit ow

looks like Levi’s the dead one in this case but yeesh

7. Okay, back to happy stuff: the first verse of the song defines person A. of your OTP

”You’re the head on the spear
You’re the nail on the cross
You’re the fly in my beer
You’re the key that got lost
You’re the letter from Jesus on the bathroom wall
You’re mother superior in only a bra
You’re the same kind of bad as me

Bad as Me - Tom Waits

NOICE. I’m guessing this is Levi to Hange because yes.

8. The last verse of the song defines person B. of your OTP

”Smallest hope in the darkest mood 
Sweet, sweet angel 
Pin of light in the darkest sight 
Who are you”
Angel - Sean Hayes


Hange to Levi? I don’t know what to make of it wth

9. Oh, they’re having a baby! Wonderful! The gender of the singer of the next song defines the gender of the baby. The first thing linkable to a name in the lyrics is the name. If it doesn’t match/there’s none, the name is the tenth word of the lyrics.

Dead and Gone - T.I.
a boy named Phil what the hell

10. Your OTP is canon! Rejoice! What are you singing to, in the streets, crying tears of joy?

Luusereiden kuningas by Edu Kettunen


literally translates to KING OF THE LOSERS


For all you economics freaks and boycut freaks study to show yourself approved. The point is you don’t need economics you don’t need unity. You must first have power to protect the economics and the unity.

THE BLACK (NEGRO) WALL STREET The “Black (Negro) Wall Street” was the name given to Greenwood Avenue ofNorth Tulsa, Oklahoma during the early 1900’s. Because of strict segregation, Blacks were only allowed to shop, spend, and live in a 35 square block area called the Greenwood District. The “circulation of Black dollars” only in the Black community produced a tremendously prosperous Black business district that was admired and envied by the whole country. Oklahoma’s first African American settlers were Indian slaves of the so-called “Five Civilized Tribes”: Chickasaws, Choctaws, Cherokees, Creeks, and Seminoles. These tribes were forced to leave the Southeastern United States and resettle in Oklahoma in mid-winter over the infamous “Trail of Tears.” After theCivil War, U.S.-Indian treaties provided for slave liberation and land allotments ranging from 40-100 acres, which helps explain why over 6,000 African-Americans lived in the Oklahoma territory by 1870. Oklahoma boasted of more all-Black towns and communities than any other state in the land, and these communities opened their arms to freed slaves from all across the country. Remarkably, at one time, there were over 30 African-American newspapers in Oklahoma.

Tulsa began as an outpost of the Creek Indians and as late as 1910, Walter White of the NAACP, described Tulsa as “the dead and hopeless home of 18,182 souls.”Suddenly, oil was discovered and Tulsa rapidly grew into a thriving, bustling enormously wealthy town of 73,000 by 1920 with bank deposits totaling over $65million. However, Tulsa was a “tale of two cities isolated and insular,” one Black and one White. Tulsa was so racist and segregated that it was the only city in America that boasted of segregated telephone booths. Since African Americans could neither live among Whites as equals nor patronize White businesses in Tulsa, Blacks had to develop a completely separate business district and community, which soon became prosperous and legendary. Black dollars invested in the Black community also produced self-pride, self-sufficiency,and self-determination. The business district, beginning at the intersection of Greenwood Avenue and Archer Street, became so successful and vibrant that Booker T. Washington during his visit bestowed the moniker: “Negro Wall Street.”

By 1921, Tulsa’s African-American population of 11,000 had its own bus line, two high schools, one hospital, two newspapers, two theaters, three drug stores, four hotels, a public library, and thirteen churches. In addition, there were over 150 two and three story brick commercial buildings that housed clothing and grocery stores,cafes, rooming houses, nightclubs, and a large number of professional offices including doctors, lawyers, and dentists. Tulsa’s progressive African American community boasted some of the city’s most elegant brick homes, well furnished with china, fine linens, beautiful furniture, and grand pianos. Mary Elizabeth Parrish from Rochester, New York wrote:

“In the residential section there were homes of beauty and splendor which would please the most critical eye.” Well known African American personalities often visited the Greenwood district including: educators Mary McCloud Bethune and W.E.B. DuBois, scientist George Washington Carver, opera singer Marian Anderson, blues singer Dinah Washington, and noted Chicago chemist Percy Julian.T.P. Scott wrote in “Negro City Directory”:  

“Early African American business leaders in Tulsa patterned the development of Tulsa’s thriving Greenwood district after the successful African American entrepreneurial activity in Durham, North Carolina.” After the Civil War, former slaves moved to Durham from the neighboring farmlands and found employment in tobacco processing plants. By1900, a large Black middle class had developed which began businesses that soon grew into phenomenally successful corporations, especially North Carolina Mutual Life Insurance Company. Charles Clinton Spaulding was so successful with the North Carolina Mutual Life Insurance Company that he was able to create a real estate company, a textile and hosiery mill, and the “Durham Negro Observer”newspaper. Durham Blacks also created a hospital, Mechanics and Farmers Bank(1908), North Carolina Training College (1910), Banker’s Fire Insurance Company(1920), and the National Negro Finance Company (1922).  However, living conditions in Durham were so substandard and working conditions so poor that the1920 mortality rate among Blacks in Durham was three times higher than the White rate. As of 1926, 64% of all African Americans in Durham died before the age of40. These perilous working and living conditions were not present in Tulsa.

On May 31, 1921, the successful Black Greenwood district was completely destroyed by one of the worse race riots in U.S. history. A 19 year old Black male accidentally stumbled on a jerky elevator and bumped the 17-year-old White elevator operator who screamed. The frightened young fellow was seen running from the elevator by a group of Whites and by late afternoon the “Tulsa Tribune”reported that the girl had been raped. Despite the girl’s denial of any wrong doing, the boy was arrested and a large mob of 2,000 White men came to the jail to lynch the prisoner. About seventy five armed African Americans came to the jail to offer assistance to the sheriff to protect the prisoner. The sheriff not only refused the assistance but also deputized the White mob to disarm the Blacks. With a defenseless Black community before them, the White mob advanced to the Greenwood district where they first looted and then burned all Black businesses, homes, and churches. Any Black resisters were shot and thrown into the fires. When the National Guard arrived, they assisted the others by arresting all Black men, women, and children,and herding them into detention centers at the Baseball Park and Convention Hall. As many as 4,000 Blacks were held under armed guard in detention.

Dr. Arthur C.Jackson, a nationally renowned surgeon and called by the Mayo brothers (of Mayo Clinic fame) “the most able Negro surgeon in America,” was shot at the Convention Hall and allowed to bleed to death. The “Chicago Tribute” Newspaper reported that Whites also used private airplanes to drop kerosene and dynamite on Black homes. By the next morning the entire Greenwood district was reduced to ashes and not one White was even accused of any wrong doing, much less arrested. The race riot of Tulsa, Oklahoma was not an isolated event in American history. On May 28, 1917, a White mob of over 3,000 in East St. Louis, Illinois ravaged African American stores, homes, and churches. Eyewitnesses reported that overone hundred Blacks were gunned down as they left their burning homes including a small Black child who was shot and thrown back into the burning building to die. Seven White police officers charged with murder by the Illinois Attorney Generalwere collectively fined $150. During the “Red Summer” of 1919, over twenty-fiverace riots, where White mobs attacked black neighborhoods. were recorded. In the1919 race riot at Elaine, Arkansas, White mobs killed over 200 African Americans and burned their homes and businesses. Federal troops arrested hundreds of Blacks trying to protect their possessions and forcibly held them in basements of the city’s public schools. Twelve Blacks were indicted (no Whites) and convicted of inciting violence and sentenced to die. The NAACP persuaded the U.S. Supreme Count for the first time in history to reverse a racially biased Southern court.

Director John Singleton exposed the horror of the Rosewood, Florida massacre of 1922 in his film entitled “Rosewood.” A White mob burned down the entire townand tried to kill all of its Black inhabitants. In April 1994, the Florida legislature passed the “Rosewood Bill,” which awarded $150,000 to each of the riot’s nineeligible Black survivors.
 After the Tulsa riot, the White inhabitants tried to buy the Black property and force Black people out of town. No Tulsa bank or lending institution would make loans in the riot-marred Greenwood district, and the city refused all outside assistance. However, racial pride and self-determination would not permit the Greenwoodowners to sell, and they doggedly spend the entire winter in tents donated by the American Red Cross. Rebuilding was a testament to the courage and stamina of Tulsa’s pioneers in theirstruggle for freedom. Most of the buildings along the first block of Greenwood Avenue were rebuilt within one year. Henry Whitlow wrote: “A little over adecade after the riot, everything was more prosperous than before.” In 1926,W.E.B. DuBois visited Tulsa and wrote:

 “Black Tulsa is a happy city. It has new clothes. It is young and gay and strong. Five little years ago, fire and blood and robbery leveled it to the ground. Scars are there, but the city is impudent and noisy.It believes in itself. Thank God for the grit of Black Tulsa.”

Like Black Tulsa, African Americans can continue to survive by self-pride, self-help, and self-determination.

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Ellsworth, S. (1943) Death in a Promised Land: The Tulsa Race Riot of 1921. Baton Rouge: Louisiana State University Press.

Franklin, J. (1974) From Slavery to Freedom: A History of Negro Americans. New York: Alfred Knopf.

Franklin, J. (1980) The Blacks in Oklahoma. Norman: University of Oklahoma Press.

Gates, E. (1997) They Came Searching - How Blacks Sought the Promised Land in Tulsa. Austin, Texas: Eakin Press.

Johnson, H. (1998) Black Wall Street: From Riot to Renaissance in Tulsa’s Historic Greenwood District. Austin, Texas: Eakin Press.

Teall, K. (1971) Black History in Oklahoma: A Resource Book. Oklahoma City: Oklahoma city Public Schools.

Waskow, A. (1967) From Race Riot to Sit-In. 1919 and the 1960’s: A Study in the Connections Between Conflict and Violence. Garden City, NY: Doubleday.

Williams, L. (1972) Anatomy of Four Race Riots - Racial Conflict in Knoxville, Elaine (Arkansas), Tulsa and Chicago. The University and College Press of Mississippi.

From: The Truth About: Black People and Their Place in World History, by Dr. Leroy Vaughn, MD, MBA