Goodbye Toni Morrison

By Margalit Fox

Toni Morrison, the 1993 Nobel laureate in literature, whose acclaimed, best-selling work explored black identity in America and in particular the experience of black women, died on Monday in the Bronx. She was 88.

Her death, at Montefiore Medical Center, was announced by her publisher, Alfred A. Knopf. A spokeswoman said the cause was complications of pneumonia. Ms. Morrison lived in Grand View-on-Hudson, N.Y.

The first African-American woman to win the Nobel Prize in Literature, Ms. Morrison was the author of 11 novels as well as children’s books and essay collections. Among them were celebrated works like “Song of Solomon,” which received the National Book Critics Circle Award in 1977, and “Beloved,” which won the Pulitzer Prize in 1988.

Ms. Morrison was one of the rare American authors whose books were both critical and commercial successes. Her novels appeared regularly on The New York Times best-seller list, were featured multiple times on Oprah Winfrey’s television book club and were the subject of myriad critical studies. A longtime faculty member at Princeton, Ms. Morrison lectured widely and was seen often on television.
In awarding her the Nobel, the Swedish Academy cited her “novels characterized by visionary force and poetic import,” through which she “gives life to an essential aspect of American reality.”

Ms. Morrison animated that reality in a style resembling that of no other writer in English. Her prose, often luminous and incantatory, rings with the cadences of black oral tradition. Her plots are dreamlike and nonlinear, spooling backward and forward in time as though characters bring the entire weight of history to bear on their every act.

Her narratives mingle the voices of men, women, children and even ghosts in layered polyphony. Myth, magic and superstition are inextricably intertwined with everyday verities, a technique that caused Ms. Morrison’s novels to be likened often to those of Latin American magic realist writers like Gabriel García Márquez.

In “Sula,” a woman blithely lets a train run over her leg for the insurance money it will give her family. In “Song of Solomon,” a baby girl is named Pilate by her father, who “had thumbed through the Bible, and since he could not read a word, chose a group of letters that seemed to him strong and handsome.” In “Beloved,” the specter of a murdered child takes up residence in the house of her murderer.

Throughout Ms. Morrison’s work, elements like these coalesce around her abiding concern with slavery and its legacy. In her fiction, the past is often manifest in a harrowing present — a world of alcoholism, rape, incest and murder, recounted in unflinching detail.

It is a world, Ms. Morrison writes in “Beloved” (the novel is set in the 19th century but stands as a metaphor for the 20th), in which “anybody white could take your whole self for anything that came to mind.”

“Not just work, kill or maim you, but dirty you,” she goes on. “Dirty you so bad you couldn’t like yourself anymore. Dirty you so bad you forgot who you were and couldn’t think it up.”

But as Ms. Morrison’s writing also makes clear, the past is just as strongly manifest in the bonds of family, community and race — bonds that let culture, identity and a sense of belonging be transmitted from parents to children to grandchildren. These generational links, her work unfailingly suggests, form the only salutary chains in human experience.

“She is a friend of my mind,” a character in “Beloved,” a former slave, thinks about the woman he loves. “She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order. It’s good, you know, when you got a woman who is a friend of your mind.”

A First Doomed Heroine

Ms. Morrison’s singular approach to narrative is evident in her first novel, “The Bluest Eye,” written in stolen moments between her day job as a book editor and her life as the single mother of two young sons. Published in 1970, it is narrated by Claudia McTeer, a black girl in Ohio, who with her sister, Frieda, is the product of a strict but loving home.

The novel’s doomed heroine is their friend Pecola Breedlove, who at 11, growing up in an America inundated with images of Shirley Temple and Dick and Jane, believes she is ugly and prays for the one thing she is sure will save her: blue eyes.

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In a drunken, savagely misguided attempt to show Pecola she is desirable, her father rapes her, leaving her pregnant. Now an outcast both in the community and within her own fractured family, Pecola descends into madness, believing herself possessed of blue eyes at last.

Reviewing the novel in The New York Times, John Leonard commended Ms. Morrison for telling the story “with a prose so precise, so faithful to speech and so charged with pain and wonder that the novel becomes poetry.”

The novel prefigures much of Ms. Morrison’s later work in its preoccupation with history — often painful — as seen through the lens of an individual life; with characters’ quests, tragic or successful, for their place in the world; with the redemptive power of community; and with the role women play in the survival of such communities.



SOURCE:The New York Times

Xenophobia: Two Nigerians hacked to death in South Africa — INFORMATION NIGERIA

Two Nigerians have been stabbed to death in South Africa, according to latest reports. Goziem Akpenyi and Bonny Iwuoha, were killed in the wake of a newly awakened xenophobic attack in Johannesburg and Cape Town on Friday and Saturday. The murders were confirmed by Odefa Ikele, assistant public relations officer, Nigeria Union in South Africa…

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POETIC JUSTICE 135- By Mshinaram Warigon Ahrey


Oh, sweet home Alabama
Home to my sweet Mama
The harsh tornado hit with a kiss
Directly, it hit us without any miss
Houses stripped of beauty
Looking goulishly ghostly
Trees stripped of their skin naked,
Naked, they writhe in pain’s rocket
Many missing men
Distraught women
Bewildered children
Each held a pet hen
Streets that bubbled with vivacious fervor
Now’re as desolate as an unwanted favour
Ragged dolls in the gutter flowing past
An old, stuffed lost teddy found at last
The winds still basking in the afterglow
Of the ravaging storm that brought us low
The force of nature, shook us here below
Imminent, the hands of death clawed
Into the eye of Alabama
Destroying everything in its path, just like a natural Hiroshima
Bills flew haywire from the old bank
Roofs spiralling to the heavenly rank
When the diminutive sized  tornado started
It was as if the skies just turned and farted

A twister
So sinister
Unleashing massive destruction
As if on a rare revenge mission

How do we begin to count our losses?
We have despair in many other doses
Our thoughts walk helter skelter
To start rebuilding dead shelter
Out resolve now is to look past the past
And face the future with a renewed blast
And create for posterity a better tomorrow
We refuse to be held down by our sorrow

©William Warigon 2019 (All Rights Reserved)

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BILL COSBY:Justice For One Is Justice For All -WWarigon

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There was once a man. He was a role model and black hero. He epitomized the typical American Dad in his various TV,stage and movie roles. Today, he is just a shell of his former self. How are the mighty fallen!

Dr. William H. Cosby was a black Hollywood powerhouse some decades ago. He featured in beautiful, uplifting TV series and movies. He garnered many laurels that he epitomized the Quintisential American father worth emulating. His The Cosby Show was an all-time favourite cross the globe. He was an icon, an alter ego and a force to reckon with. He brought positive vibe to the black American community. Everything he touched turned to gold. His books were bestsellers and every magazine he featured on the covers sold out

So, what went wrong? Apparently behind the veneer of goodness lay a demonic spirit in a beautiful human form! When the first allegation surfaced, many people felt that an opportunistic, greedy, wasted talent was on a prowl to extort and tarnish the name of a great man. But it took a voice for others to come out and speak out. More than sixty women came out and told their stories.

Obviously, Bill Cosby was a sexual predator preying especially on the vulnerable that looked up to him to wield his influence in assisting them achieve their dreams in the turbulent world of showbiz. Instead of helping them achieve a bright future, he waylaid them with drugs and effectively ended their future before it even began.

Despite the rhetorics of his lawyers, Bill Cosby’s day of reckoning arrived yesterday when he was sentenced to jail. The judge was miffed for Cosby’s show of indifference without showing remorse. Perhaps his delusional mind told him he was untouchable

Justice was proven  to be blind as no one is above the law irrespective of fame, power and influence . You do the crime, you do the time. Bill Cosby is a disgraced comedian and has since been stripped of his various doctoral degrees and various accolades accorded him in his hey days.

It is hoped that as his feeble and pathetic self walked in handcuffs to spend his first night in the gulag, all those women abused by him would finally find closure. Many have suffered Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome (PTSD),failed in their professions, and others failed in relationships or even live in fear and other related neuro-stressful situation. Justice, after all is better served delayed than not served at all.

With this victory for the MeToo Movement and what is going on with the Kavannaugh Hearing, it is hoped that men and women who have been sexually abused should never be cowed or ashamed to find their voices and speak out. By speaking out the narrative is changed. By not speaking out, the predator feels invincible and will keep on preying on other hapless and voiceless victims. Wielding one’s power to take undue advantage over others is the worst kind of inhumanity from a human to another human.

Thankfully, lady justice never slumbers. Albeit blind, she is fair and just. And her wheels, no matter how slow are never to rusty to move in the right direction.

©William Warigon 2018

Britain’s most senior female bishop says Church should stop calling God ‘He’ because it can put young people off religion

Britain’s most senior female bishop said the church should avoid referring to God only as ‘he’ after a survey found young Christians assume God is male.

Research by YouGov found that almost half of 18 to 24-year-old Christians believed God to be male, with one in three over-65s believing the same.

The Bishop of Gloucester, the Rt Rev Rachel Treweek, the Church’s first female diocesan bishop, told The Telegraph: ‘I don’t want young girls or young boys to hear us constantly refer to God as he,’ adding that it was important to be ‘mindful of our language’.

It is not the first time Rt Rev Rachel Treweek has made these claims having said: ‘God is not to be seen as male. God is god,’ in the past.

Sally Field Pays Heartfelt Tribute to Burt Reynolds

Hollywood has lost a legend.

And Sally Field has lost a true love.

Burt Reynolds died on Thursday of a heart attack, passing away at his home in Jupiter, Florida.

The legendary actor was 82 years old.

Sally Field and Burt Reynolds

Upon learning of his death, a number of entertainment industry heavyweights have expressed their sympathy and their sorrow (scroll down), but one name stands out from all the rest right now.

Sally Field met Reynolds on the set of the 1977 smash hit comedy, Smokey and the Bandit.

The actress and the actor would date for five years… while also co-starring in several more films, including Smokey and the Bandit II, The End and Hooper.

Although they split for good in 1982, Reynolds recounted the romance over 30 years later in an interview with Vanity Fair, referring to Field as “the love of my life.”

And it’s clear now that Reyonds was never far from the two-time Oscar winner’s heart, either.

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“There are times in your life that are so indelible, they never fade away,” Field said in a statement this afternoon, adding of Reynolds:

“They stay alive, even forty years later. My years with Burt never leave my mind. He will be in my history and my heart, for as long as I live. Rest, Buddy.”

Reynolds’ manager, Erik Kritzer, confirmed the passing of this big screen icon, while his niece, Nancy Lee Hess, said the following on Thursday:

“My uncle was not just a movie icon; he was a generous, passionate and sensitive man who was dedicated to his family, friends, fans and acting students.

“He has had health issues, however, this was totally unexpected. He was tough. Anyone who breaks their tailbone on a river and finishes the movie is tough. And that’s who he was.

“My uncle was looking forward to working with Quentin Tarantino (in Once Upon a Time in Hollywood) and the amazing cast that was assembled.”

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In recent years, Reynolds used a cane while out in public. His last appearance in front of a big crowd took place at the 2017 Tribeca Film Festival.

In the wake of his passing, nearly everyone across Hollywood chimed in with a story about Reynolds or with a few thoughts about the highly-respected actor. To wit:

Arnold Schwarzenegger: Burt Reynolds was one of my heroes. He was a trailblazer. He showed the way to transition from being an athlete to being the highest paid actor, and he always inspired me. He also had a great sense of humor – check out his Tonight Show clips. My thoughts are with his family.

Reba McEntire: My good friend has started a new journey. Rest in my peace my friend. I’ll never forget the wonderful times we spent together.

Sylvester Stallone: A sad day, my friend BURT REYNOLDS Has passed away. I remember him back in 1979, he always reminded me that I should’ve cast him as Colonel Trautman in FIRST BLOOD , I said that’s impossible, because you’re too expensive and too famous, and probably tougher than Rambo ! He laughed , He had a great sense of humor and I enjoyed his company so much… RIP Buddy

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Goldie Hawn: There is only One Burt Reynolds. One! I loved our time our laughs and fun. Now your angels will giggle at your silly jokes as they hold you lightly as you rest dear one.

Kevin Bacon: Im 19.  I get a few lines in a movie. The megastar on set was really nice and cool to this punk actor(me) for no reason. The director called me before the movie came out to tell me I had hit the cutting room floor. But I never forgot that Star. Thanks Burt. RIP.

Paul Wesley: Burt Reynolds was one of the kindest and most generous people I have ever worked with. He took me under his wing when I was first starting out as an actor and offered friendship, advice and guidance. I’ll never forget how much that meant to me.

Michael Chiklis: I owe my career, at least in part, to the great Burt Reynolds. Heartbroken to learn of his passing. He was one of a kind. A fun loving, charismatic talent who did many good deeds quietly, without personal expectation but rather out of the kindness of his extraordinary heart. RIP.

May Burt Reynolds rest in peace.




Mystery Shackled Woman Who Was Tied Up and Sexually Abused by Her ‘Boyfriend’ Before She Escaped and Ran Door-to-Door for Help in Montgomery, Texas Neighborhood Speaks Out for First Time — BCNN1 WP

The mysterious Texas woman who sparked a massive search when she was seen on video ringing a stranger’s doorbell in a T-shirt and shackles is defending the man who allegedly sexually assaulted her and caused her to flee.

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