A grown man wept over a garage door pull cord and needed 15 FBI agents making 100 grand+ a year of taxpayer money to explain it to him. What a world we live in lol
lol???
Well, a grown man wouldn’t be crying if a noose was never used to lynch an innocent man because of his black race!!! And there wouldn’t be the need for FBI agents if lynchings weren’t a reality for living folks today. (I know black elders who had family and/or family friends who were lynched for being black.)
It’s not like NASCAR has a proportionate number of black drivers. Besides, NASCAR just very recently banned the Confederate flag at its sponsored events. And trust me, that ugly, vile flag isn’t about states rights. It’s a symbol of unspoken racism sending a message to black people that they better know their place in this society and stay in it!
Dude, sometimes a old garage rope is just an old garage rope.
Yes, sometimes it is.
But if you’re a black man, an innocent old garage rope in the hands of evil is a
loud and clear message that
you’re not welcome and you better get back in your place. At its worse in the hands of evil, that old garage rope is the weapon used in your murder if your a black man.
They had to send 15 FBI agents to investigate an obvious hoax
Maybe it wasn’t so obvious to everyone, especially since a noose can easily be dismissed with the waive of a hand, just as it has been done on this thread.
I guess it all depends on what part of the noose your people have been on.
I can see why any object looking like a noose, burning cross, whip, etc in a public venue would be a source of serious concern to many individuals.
Strange Fruit
Southern trees bear a strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.
Pastoral scene of the gallant south,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolias, sweet and fresh,
Then the sudden smell of burning flesh.
Here is fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for the trees to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.