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A Friendship In Ferguson: Michael Brown and Dorian Johnson, the friend who witnessed his shooting

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 Dorian Johnson had just moved from his mother’s house in St. Louis to a two-bedroom spot in the Canfield Green Apartments that he was sharing with his then-pregnant girlfriend and another roommate.

Sometime in March, a buddy stopped by with a stranger.

“Wow,” Johnson said, “that’s a big dude.”

The dude, Michael Brown, was 6-foot-4, and he had brushed past Johnson with barely a hello as he headed to the video-game console and began to play.

“I asked, ‘Why he don’t speak?’ ” Johnson recalled in a 90-minute interview with The Washington Post last week — his first interview since federal authorities questioned him shortly after the shooting, his attorneys said.

“He don’t like to talk to people,” the buddy said.

“He’s in my house, he’s going to talk to me,” Johnson replied — then he engaged Brown. Johnson soon had the answer to his own question.

“His voice didn’t fit his body. He might as well have been my size,” said Johnson, who is a lean 5-foot-7.

“Everybody we came around felt a little intimidated by him,” he said. “When he opened up his mouth . . . you’d say, ‘Naw, this guy wouldn’t hurt anybody.’ When he talked, you heard the kid in his voice.”

Five months later, Brown, unarmed, lay dying in the street, shot multiple times by Ferguson police officer Darren Wilson. Johnson, who hid behind a nearby car during the Aug. 9 shooting, is in federal protective custody out of fear for his life, his attorneys said.

Johnson described his friendship with Brown as more casual than close. The two young men were both in transitional moments: one a 22-year-old father newly determined to provide for his daughter, the other a recent high school graduate preparing for trade school and chasing dreams about a music career.

By the time they met, Johnson was trying to move beyond a series of challenges, including difficult encounters with police.

Now he is one of two key witnesses to an event that again has forced the country to confront the tattered relationship between law enforcement and black Americans.

On the morning of the fatal encounter, it was Brown who reached out to Johnson, looking for someone to talk to about starting school and other anxieties, according to two people who have spoken with Johnson.

“He just wanted someone to talk to,” said Damonte Johnson, one of Dorian Johnson’s younger brothers. “So my brother said, ‘I’m headed to the store. Come and walk and talk with me.’ ”

Federal investigators have interviewed Dorian Johnson about that day. But his attorneys did not allow him to discuss the shooting or what happened on that trip to Ferguson Market, a liquor and convenience store where Brown was videotaped allegedly taking a box of Swisher Sweets and shoving the store’s manager. That video also shows Johnson placing some Swishers that Brown had handed him back on the counter. The cigars are often emptied of their tobacco and used to smoke marijuana.

As Brown pushed the clerk, Johnson is seen exiting the store.

Minutes later, Brown and Johnson encountered Wilson.

Johnson and police have differing accounts. In an earlier interview with The Post, Johnson’s attorney, Freeman Bosley Jr., described his client’s account: Johnson said Wilson was the aggressor, ordering the two to get out of the street and confronting them again when they said they were near Johnson’s apartment. Johnson said Wilson, still in his cruiser, grabbed Brown by the neck and, as Brown tried to pull away, threatened to shoot. Then he fired. Brown fled as Wilson shot multiple times, including, Johnson said, appearing to strike Brown in the back before he turned to surrender and was shot again.

Ferguson police said Wilson, 28, is in their protective custody. They released his name nearly a week after the shooting, simultaneously releasing the store video and accusing Brown of “strong-arm” robbery. Family members, federal authorities and others criticized the move. Police offered conflicting accounts about whether Wilson knew of the store incident when he engaged the young men. Brown struggled with Wilson for his gun and assaulted him, said the St. Louis County police, who are investigating the case, which is before a grand jury.

A Justice Department probe is also underway.

But before the shooting — and the at-times-explosive protests it spawned — a friendship formed between two young men who could not have been more different.

Johnson is outgoing, a jokester who worked for a contractor with the local transit system and liked spending time on the neighborhood basketball courts. Brown, Johnson and others have said, was more reserved, a young man who had few friends but who found that his musical interests could help him connect with others.

They shared a passion for dressing, often complimenting each other on the coordination of their sneakers and clothes. Big Mike, as he was called, was known to change his shoelaces daily to match his outfit.

The time he and Johnson spent together included activities common for some their age: They played video games late into the night, occasionally smoked weed, made music and talked about better lives.

Trouble and tragedy

Johnson grew up in Walnut Park, one of St. Louis’s tougher areas, where he lived in a house shared by his mother and aunt, who had 19 children between them.

Gangs were a constant presence, Johnson said, looking to recruit neighborhood kids.

“I was never in a gang, but I was definitely aware of them. I saw guys standing on the corner, doing hand to hand,” he said, using a term for selling drugs.

To avoid the gangs, Johnson said he turned to sports, playing football for the St. Louis recreation department’s Junior Rams. He was one of the smallest players, but he was fast, he said.

Not fast enough, however to avoid Walnut Park’s violence. While exiting a school bus in 2007, he said, he was caught in crossfire and shot behind his left knee. The bullet, still in his leg, ended football. He tried gymnastics for a while.

Johnson also struggled academically. Like Brown, he eventually earned his diploma through a special program, graduating in 2010.

The next year he enrolled at Lincoln University, a historically black college in Jefferson City, Mo., where he spent two semesters, and where he ran into more trouble.

In an off-campus incident in 2011, he was arrested and charged with a misdemeanor, the theft of a package — which contained a backpack — and given a court date. When he did not show up, a bench warrant was issued. It instructed police to detain Johnson if he was stopped within 50 miles of Jefferson City but not to pursue him beyond those perimeters. Johnson said someone else in the group he was with took the package. (He was also charged with filing a false report because he gave a false name, which he admits he did.)

He soon left Jefferson City, in part, he said, because he believed police targeted students from St. Louis. And with his many tattoos — “more than my mother would appreciate” — he stood out.

In September, not long after he returned home, Johnson’s family faced a tragedy.

His younger brother D’Angelo, a popular 16-year-old student at Northwest Academy of Law, was killed while drag racing. He lost control of the Pontiac Grand Am he was driving and slammed into a tree. His older brother heard the news and ran to the scene.

Police stopped Dorian Johnson before he reached the car. He fought them so hard that he was handcuffed and taken to a holding cell.

“It was split in half,” Johnson said of the burgundy car. One of its five occupants was thrown from a window, and three others were hospitalized. D’Angelo was pronounced dead in an ambulance.

“I was angry,” Johnson said. “I was telling [the police] this is my little brother. I watched my little brother die.”

Two months later he encountered police again when they stopped Johnson and other occupants of a car. They ran his name, discovered the Jefferson City warrant and held him so authorities could pick him up.

Johnson said he sat in a holding cell for two weeks before St. Louis County police realized that Jefferson City police were not traveling 200 miles to get him. He had been detained well outside the warrant’s jurisdiction.

St. Louis County police did not respond to an inquiry about Johnson being held for two weeks. His attorneys said they are working to resolve the case.

Music — or ‘Plan B’

It was music that bonded Brown and Johnson. Both fantasized about careers.

Johnson has musical notes tattooed on his neck, and Brown was almost never without his headphones — Drake and Kendrick Lamar playing in a near-constant stream.

In that way, they were like many young men who used the music — the bravado about women and cars and fast money — as a means to escape their own realities. The odds of making it in the rap game are long, but some work harder than others for the chance.

Brown appeared to be one of those guys who was putting in the time, even if the skills didn’t quite match his aspirations.

His family called him “Mike Mike,” a name meant to distinguish him from his father. His parents, Michael Brown Sr. and Lesley McSpadden, were teenagers when he was born. They never married, and Brown, who has two sisters and a brother, bounced between the homes his parents shared with their respective spouses. When his mother moved out of the school district, according to friends, Brown began living with his grandmother in the Canfield Green apartment complex.

Charles Ewing, one of Brown’s uncles, said that even as a boy Brown had two loves: music and technology. He would take a television or computer apart and rebuild it, Ewing said.

Teachers at Normandy High School said he was well liked, a kid who often had a group of people surrounding him as he practiced rap lyrics.

“A lot of my students claim to be rappers. Mike actually wrote songs,” said Douglas Carr, who was Brown’s English teacher during the 2013 summer-school session. “He had a plan. It was his music, and then it was technical school. A lot of kids who think they’re rappers don’t have a Plan B, but Mike really seemed to.”

In July, Asia Jackson, 18 and another aspiring musician, walked into the Ferguson McDonald’s and spotted a friend. Next to him sat Brown.

After introducing himself and realizing they both rapped, Jackson challenged Brown to freestyle, to come up with lyrics on the spot. Brown obliged.

“He really thought through his words while he rhymed,” Jackson said, adding that the two agreed they would have to get together soon for a recording session in Brown’s basement studio.

Brown built that makeshift studio himself at his grandmother’s, and it was there, Johnson said, that Brown would spend hours working on lyrics.

“Ain’t got a care for tomorrow ’cause we too high in the game,” Brown raps in one song he recorded.

In later tracks, God and Christianity are prominent. His uncle said Brown, at the urging of his stepmother, had been recently baptized. In one song, he calls his stepmother, Calvina Brown, his best friend. The last track he posted online was another local rapper’s song that featured a Brown verse: “Devil get up off my back. I knock you off your feet,” Brown said. “Another man down in my city. Why people so petty?”

He had been rapping for a few months, Johnson said, but his real talent was helping others polish their work, often offering them advice about beats.

“He could find beats,” Johnson said. “He was good at telling people their sound could be better if they’d do something, make a tweak.”

Sleepless nights

Brown was killed before he and Jackson got in that studio time.

The funeral was held Aug. 25 and televised on CNN. His body had been autopsied three times — once each by St. Louis County police, a pathologist hired by Brown’s family and federal authorities. All found that Brown had been shot at least six times, including twice in the head but not in the back.

More than 2,000 people, including a number of celebrities, packed the church.

Several politicians and civil rights activists sitting in front pews recognized Johnson as he tried to quietly slip in from a side entrance.

He sat four rows from the coffin, wedged between his attorneys. His mother and girlfriend sat three pews behind him.

Johnson broke down a number of times during the service, lawyer James Williams said.

“In spite of those who’ve tried to make this about what happened in the store, that these are criminals and thugs, these were unarmed men running away from a police officer,” Williams said in an interview.

Johnson said he has not slept much since Aug. 9.

“I jump out of my bed and check the windows,” he said. “I’m always at the door.”

Before, not a day passed when he didn’t think about his younger brother, the image of the mangled car playing in a nightmarish loop in his mind.

Now it’s mixed with a new reel, Johnson said: the image of Brown being struck by bullets, his mountainous body falling in the middle of the street.

Source: Wesley Lowery and Darryl Fears for The Washington Post

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Buzzfeed: “17 Black Women Who Deserve their own Biopics”

Not enough roles for black women in Hollywood? Let’s make some!

1. Thandie Newton/Alice Walker, 2. Amber Riley/Aretha Franklin, 3. Kerry Washington/Vonetta McGee, 4. Lupita Nyong’o/Grace Jones, 5. Mo’Nique/Hattie McDaniel, 6. Oprah Winfrey/Mary McLeod Bethune, 7. Regina Hall/Moms Mabley, 8. Teyonah Parris/Assata Shakur, 9. Viola Davis/Shirley Chisholm, 10. Jurnee Smollett/Eartha Kitt

Somebody has to write the scripts first! But I LOVE this list. So much!

The moms mabley/Regina hall comparison is so accurate.

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U.S. Mother Gives Away 5-Year-Old Adopted Child From Haiti For Throwing A Temper Tantrum




"Having an instant multicultural family was magical for about two weeks,” says Stacey Conner, a 41-year-old American mom from Spokane, Washington.
After she volunteered in an orphanage in Haiti in 2005, Conner and her husband adopted a 5-year-old Haitian boy named “J.”
Conner claims the boy had attachment disorder and began a strict regimen of attachment parenting of constant surveillance in which a child must often ask for food and water. After two months, J threw a tantrum where he unintentionally hit Conner’s nose with the back of his head.
Conner says the 5-year-old’s strike was accidental, but describes it as “a domestic violence situation.”
"Forget love. Right then, I didn’t even like J.” J was then sent to live with another family in the Midwest.
Conner’s biological children adjusted seamlessly to life without their adoptive brother. But other people were puzzled. Neighbors who had seen J riding his bike asked, “Where’s your son?” When Conner answered truthfully, “I’d get the most horrified stares, so I’d keep walking. And I didn’t tell many out-of-town friends or extended family for months.”
Despite such events, the Conners were approved by local social workers to become a foster family, and in October 2013 received a 3-month-old boy as their first placement.

Sources: [x] [x]


Are you fucking kidding me that is a fucking child
My autistic son has left bruises on me from his tantrums wow I can’t believe that was domestic violence maybe I should called the police on him and get rid of him
An adopted child isn’t a fucking pet you’re supposed to be that child’s parent blood or not and you handle misbehavior the same way you’d do with your own children not just give them away oh my fucking god get me off this fucking earth

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U.S. Mother Gives Away 5-Year-Old Adopted Child From Haiti For Throwing A Temper Tantrum

"Having an instant multicultural family was magical for about two weeks,” says Stacey Conner, a 41-year-old American mom from Spokane, Washington.

After she volunteered in an orphanage in Haiti in 2005, Conner and her husband adopted a 5-year-old Haitian boy named “J.”

Conner claims the boy had attachment disorder and began a strict regimen of attachment parenting of constant surveillance in which a child must often ask for food and water. After two months, J threw a tantrum where he unintentionally hit Conner’s nose with the back of his head.

Conner says the 5-year-old’s strike was accidental, but describes it as “a domestic violence situation.”

"Forget love. Right then, I didn’t even like J.” J was then sent to live with another family in the Midwest.

Conner’s biological children adjusted seamlessly to life without their adoptive brother. But other people were puzzled. Neighbors who had seen J riding his bike asked, “Where’s your son?” When Conner answered truthfully, “I’d get the most horrified stares, so I’d keep walking. And I didn’t tell many out-of-town friends or extended family for months.”

Despite such events, the Conners were approved by local social workers to become a foster family, and in October 2013 received a 3-month-old boy as their first placement.

Sources: [x] [x]

Are you fucking kidding me that is a fucking child

My autistic son has left bruises on me from his tantrums wow I can’t believe that was domestic violence maybe I should called the police on him and get rid of him

An adopted child isn’t a fucking pet you’re supposed to be that child’s parent blood or not and you handle misbehavior the same way you’d do with your own children not just give them away oh my fucking god get me off this fucking earth

Wooooooowwww

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Lobo was a fictional Western comic book hero who was the medium’s first African-American character to headline his own series. He starred in Dell Comic’s little-known two-issue series Lobo (Dec. 1965 & Sept. 1966), was co-created by writer D. J. Arneson and artist Tony Tallarico. 

In the series, Lobo is a former Union soldier who heads west after the the Civil War. Upon being wrongfully accused of murder, Lobo sets out on a mission to fight injustice and to clear his name.

Lobo’s importance to comic history stems not only from being the first black comic hero to star in his own series, but also in that he is free from the racist stereotypes that plague other early black heroes like Whitewash Jones or Waku, Prince of the Bantu. In fact, the comic doesn’t even make reference to the fact that Lobo is black.

Unfortunately, racist attitudes would ensure that Lobo would  be a very short-lived series. Although 200,000 copies of the first issue were printed, only about 10,000 – 15,000 copies were sold. This was largely due to many retailers refusing to carry a comic book about a black hero. What’s more, many of these retailers not only returned Lobo, but also every other comic shipped with it. The return of so many unopened shipments was a huge loss for Dell Comics and caused Lobo to be canceled after only two issues.

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