Every Twelve O’Clock Boy should be rejoicing from B-More to Philly. Meek Mill is no longer a suspected convict. A 2008 charge related to a firearm has been dismissed by a panel of three judges. On the heels of signing a brand new deal with his label Dream Chasers under billionaire JAY-Z’s Roc Nation, Meek celebrated on Instagram stating how he is clean as far as the law is concerned. This is a clarion call to any man of color in America who is currently going through the legal system while still trying to enjoy the spoils and fruits of their labors.
End boxing now. Non-professional, semi-pro, professional. All of it should be banned. The death of boxer Maxim Dadashev is just another example of why this brutal “sport” should be retired forever. Like the death of Johnny Owen almost four decades ago, and so many others, Dadashev suffered a brain injury that caused his death days after his fight against Subriel Matias. This vicious activity is just legalized killing in some instances. The harshness that is inherent in pugilism is a sign that our brutish nature craves the jabs, hooks, and uppercuts that strike against these figures. It’s the entertainment and business that drives the fights. Money is not the root of all evil. And the love of it certainly isn’t either. So, to blame the dollar would be an error.
The eyes weren’t perfect so he smoothed them away. The javelin, a spear aimed at the fearful remained the only thing that seemed right. It stood there frozen in the thrower’s hand like a shaft of liberty. The body of the man neared perfection. Each muscle and tendon told a tale of exercising, manipulating the physical form all through the power of the mind. Every line meant something. The thighs meant lower body strength that would sustain the thrower in his moment of truth. The onyx pestered him. It bothered him. He wanted to slice at the eyes, blinding the sculpture. This was May of 1928 in Wilmington, Delaware, and the heat began to drive the sculptor to even greater heights. Despite the intense hotness, he worked until the project was up to his standards. Upton Colmes sweated great beads that seemed like translucent beetles scaling down from his forehead. The work had meant to him that he would be able to free himself from the bondage of inertia. In his mind, he viewed any signs of lethargy as giving in, giving up too quickly. His black skin glistened with each and every touch of the electric bulbs in his studio.
Hide your children, hide your wives because there’s an assailant in Dekalb County with an assortment of wigs robbing everybody out there. Well, not everyone but multiple Waffle Houses, a bank, and at least two drugstores. What is this world coming to when a man must get down for his crown by dressing up like a woman and stealing money from various establishments? There’s not a recession on (yet) and the economy is booming. Why isn’t this individual part of the workforce or studying at an institution of higher learning? Whoever it is with the wig is someone who feels like he must earn a living by force. The irrationalism involved in this case abounds.
Maybe you can’t keep an evil man down (for long). Multiple murderer, Albert Flick was released from prison because of his “old age.” Once set free, he committed a crime similar to what landed him behind bars in the first place; he stabbed a woman to death. Now, the initial person that he killed, that brought him to justice was his wife, Sandra Flick—in front of their daughter. The prison staff, in their infinite wisdom, chose to say that the man had served his debt to society, and that he should be amongst the general populace. Severe mistake. Flick had the nerve to say, “If I can’t have [Kimberly Dobbie], I will kill her.” That is how the man operated. With icy, vicious intent, he exacted that sentiment on Dobbie before the eyes of her eleven-year-old twin boys.
Cold winds ushered the young man inside of the house. He clutched a digital player and wireless earbuds. Collins True tore off his jacket and untied his boots. His Newark, Delaware home provided for him the space to explore the antiquities and some of its relics. In his palm he carried the pieces as if they were precious metals. He had a sense that diamonds would sprout right out of the device he was so excited about it. At just eighteen years old, he kept a healthy query into the world around him. It had been years since anyone had used the digital devices in his hands. Now, people tuned to the radio, switched off the lights, and watched movies all with the implanted chip in their body.