The fiftieth log on my blog is very Grimm.

Grimmer than death itself, I write that and laugh…what is grimmer than death when it comes to call?

That moment before you die and you then know how you will die. then you feel the scorch, how shocking!!

You will never get old like me, is that good? I have no answer because I can’t answer the paradox.

I am reminded of the morning I confronted death as he chased me through the burning World Trade Center, yes, the moment is confusing, because it is so sudden and quite quite unexpected. There YOU were driving and the next thing YOU know you see a face barking harsh words then your belly explodes; there I was collating documents for a meeting when I felt the tremor and heard the bang. I saw the black shades drizzling past the over sized windows. I started running and then realized that this was most irregular. Death had come. That day I out ran death, I now know, it was only because I was not scheduled to die. My lot is to stay here and groan as each inequity is painted on our black skins; the whips have been replaced by guns, all models, no matter, they sting, they bore holes, they tear open Aortas and guts, they spill your brains on the streets.

Their masters are not afraid to use them, as a matter of fact, they have licenses to do so and have vowed to do so until the last Nigger stands alone….”get on your knees woman” “keep your hands where I can see them woman”. My 50th blog is called “DIGITAL LYNCHING”, and it is grim.  “Let me not die while I am still alive” (a quote from a Torah reading).

I am alive, but very sad. my granddaughter reads her book quietly as I type with painful heart and fearful fingers.

lmh