Services for Mr. Willie Irby,
Jr., will be held 11AM Friday, October 11, 2013 at Palmer Memorial Chapel with
burial to follow in Ft. Jackson National Cemetery. The family will receive
friends this evening from 6-7 at Palmer Memorial Chapel. Mr. Irby died on
October 7, 2013. Born in Orangeburg , SC , he was the son of the late Annie Stenson and Willie
Irby, Sr. Mr. Irby was a graduate of Booker T. Washington High School in 1950,
attended Benedict
College and served his
country honorable in the United States Army. Mr. Irby is surviving a son,
Lester (Patricia) Irby, daughters Beverly Irby and Doris Irby Drayton, three
grandchildren Lester Boykins, Davielle and Dominique Drayton, one great
granddaughter Mariella Boykins and other loving relatives and friends. God bless you and the family!
Sometimes, we tend to find excuses for the things that don't work out for us. We tend to blame others instead of taking responsibility for our actions, which only elevates the excuses. This behavior also applies to standing up for what is right. We often remain silent and wait for someone else to take the initiative instead of holding ourselves accountable. "What's your excuse, now?" is about empowering ourselves to make choices that will help us feel comfortable and confident in our skin.
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Monday, October 7, 2013
This Is A Hate Crime!
This is another act of stupidity
and people gone wild. An innocent soldier
celebrating the end of his service with his friends was attacked and killed
because he was white. The police in Lakewood , Washington reported that black men in a car yelled “cracker” repeated as the soldiers were
walking along the sidewalk. The two
groups confronted each other but the report stated that the driver called it
off after learning the soldiers were combat veterans. But, one jerk wanted to be bad and stabbed
Army Specialist Tevin Geike as they were leaving. Not only are soldiers sacrificing their lives
for our freedom everyday, we have jerks like this taking their sacrifices for
our freedom for granted. I still believe
that the draft for military service should be reinstated. It should be for all dropouts from the ages
of 17-19 and mandatory for that same age group even if they have found a
stabile career. Shameful. This country has enough problems already
between the races and it seems to get worse everyday.
Friday, October 4, 2013
Day Three of the Government Shutdown!
What can I say? Americans are held hostage by fellow Americans. Rather than move forward towards progress, a few elected ultracons, backed by extremely rich folks, would rather keep everyone in the past. It is amazing that if one lies enough, others will believe it as the truth. Faux News is not telling the truth so they always resort to blame the liberal media. I thought liberal meant being free, understanding and humanistic. I guess aliens of some sort invaded that network. It is a shame that they believe their own deceitful and divisive language. It goes to show that everyone has a price. Americans are still losing their jobs. The shutdown takes away even more from the economy. No more visits to the Whitehouse and parks can not be worse than people being fed, losing their income and receiving healthcare.
RIP, Ms. Elease Price!
Mrs. Elease Harrison Price, 84, of
Read more here: http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/thestate/obituary.aspx?n=elease-harrison-price&pid=167390188&fhid=23110#storylink=cpy
Monday, September 16, 2013
Dr. King's Eulogy for the Young Bombing Victims 9/18/1963!
Eulogy For The Young
Victims
Of The Sixteenth Street Baptist Church Bombing
by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
September 18, 1963, Sixteenth Street Baptist Church, Birmingham, Alabama
[Delivered at funeral service for three of the children -
Addie Mae Collins, Carol Denise McNair, and Cynthia Diane Wesley - killed in the bombing.
A separate service was held for the fourth victim, Carole Robertson.]
Of The Sixteenth Street Baptist Church Bombing
by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
September 18, 1963, Sixteenth Street Baptist Church, Birmingham, Alabama
[Delivered at funeral service for three of the children -
Addie Mae Collins, Carol Denise McNair, and Cynthia Diane Wesley - killed in the bombing.
A separate service was held for the fourth victim, Carole Robertson.]
This afternoon we gather in the quiet of this sanctuary to
pay our last tribute of respect to these beautiful children of God. They
entered the stage of history just a few years ago, and in the brief years that
they were privileged to act on this mortal stage, they played their parts
exceedingly well. Now the curtain falls; they move through the exit; the drama
of their earthly life comes to a close. They are now committed back to that
eternity from which they came.
These children-unoffending, innocent, and beautiful-were the victims of one of the most vicious and tragic crimes ever perpetrated against humanity.
And yet they died nobly. They are the martyred heroines of a holy crusade for freedom and human dignity. And so this afternoon in a real sense they have something to say to each of us in their death. They have something to say to every minister of the gospel who has remained silent behind the safe security of stained-glass windows. They have something to say to every politician [Audience:] (Yeah) who has fed his constituents with the stale bread of hatred and the spoiled meat of racism. They have something to say to a federal government that has compromised with the undemocratic practices of southern Dixiecrats (Yeah) and the blatant hypocrisy of right-wing northern Republicans. (Speak) They have something to say to every Negro (Yeah) who has passively accepted the evil system of segregation and who has stood on the sidelines in a mighty struggle for justice. They say to each of us, black and white alike, that we must substitute courage for caution. They say to us that we must be concerned not merely about who murdered them, but about the system, the way of life, the philosophy which produced the murderers. Their death says to us that we must work passionately and unrelentingly for the realization of the American dream.
And so my friends, they did not die in vain. (Yeah) God still has a way of wringing good out of evil. (Oh yes) And history has proven over and over again that unmerited suffering is redemptive. The innocent blood of these little girls may well serve as a redemptive force (Yeah) that will bring new light to this dark city. (Yeah) The holy Scripture says, "A little child shall lead them." (Oh yeah) The death of these little children may lead our whole Southland (Yeah) from the low road of man's inhumanity to man to the high road of peace and brotherhood. (Yeah, Yes) These tragic deaths may lead our nation to substitute an aristocracy of character for an aristocracy of color. The spilled blood of these innocent girls may cause the whole citizenry ofBirmingham (Yeah) to
transform the negative extremes of a dark past into the positive extremes of a
bright future. Indeed this tragic event may cause the white South to come to
terms with its conscience. (Yeah)
And so I stand here to say this afternoon to all assembled here, that in spite of the darkness of this hour (Yeah Well), we must not despair. (Yeah, Well) We must not become bitter (Yeah, That's right), nor must we harbor the desire to retaliate with violence. No, we must not lose faith in our white brothers. (Yeah, Yes) Somehow we must believe that the most misguided among them can learn to respect the dignity and the worth of all human personality.
May I now say a word to you, the members of the bereaved families? It is almost impossible to say anything that can console you at this difficult hour and remove the deep clouds of disappointment which are floating in your mental skies. But I hope you can find a little consolation from the universality of this experience. Death comes to every individual. There is an amazing democracy about death. It is not aristocracy for some of the people, but a democracy for all of the people. Kings die and beggars die; rich men and poor men die; old people die and young people die. Death comes to the innocent and it comes to the guilty. Death is the irreducible common denominator of all men.
I hope you can find some consolation from Christianity's affirmation that death is not the end. Death is not a period that ends the great sentence of life, but a comma that punctuates it to more lofty significance. Death is not a blind alley that leads the human race into a state of nothingness, but an open door which leads man into life eternal. Let this daring faith, this great invincible surmise, be your sustaining power during these trying days.
Now I say to you in conclusion, life is hard, at times as hard as crucible steel. It has its bleak and difficult moments. Like the ever-flowing waters of the river, life has its moments of drought and its moments of flood. (Yeah, Yes) Like the ever-changing cycle of the seasons, life has the soothing warmth of its summers and the piercing chill of its winters. (Yeah) And if one will hold on, he will discover that God walks with him (Yeah, Well), and that God is able (Yeah, Yes) to lift you from the fatigue of despair to the buoyancy of hope, and transform dark and desolate valleys into sunlit paths of inner peace.
And so today, you do not walk alone. You gave to this world wonderful children. [moans] They didn't live long lives, but they lived meaningful lives. (Well) Their lives were distressingly small in quantity, but glowingly large in quality. (Yeah) And no greater tribute can be paid to you as parents, and no greater epitaph can come to them as children, than where they died and what they were doing when they died. (Yeah) They did not die
in the dives and dens ofBirmingham
(Yeah, Well), nor did they die discussing and listening to filthy jokes. (Yeah)
They died between the sacred walls of the church of God
(Yeah, Yes), and they were discussing the eternal meaning (Yes) of love. This stands
out as a beautiful, beautiful thing for all generations. (Yes) Shakespeare had
Horatio to say some beautiful words as he stood over the dead body of Hamlet.
And today, as I stand over the remains of these beautiful, darling girls, I
paraphrase the words of Shakespeare: (Yeah, Well): Good night, sweet
princesses. Good night, those who symbolize a new day. (Yeah, Yes) And may the
flight of angels (That's right) take thee to thy eternal rest. God bless you.
These children-unoffending, innocent, and beautiful-were the victims of one of the most vicious and tragic crimes ever perpetrated against humanity.
And yet they died nobly. They are the martyred heroines of a holy crusade for freedom and human dignity. And so this afternoon in a real sense they have something to say to each of us in their death. They have something to say to every minister of the gospel who has remained silent behind the safe security of stained-glass windows. They have something to say to every politician [Audience:] (Yeah) who has fed his constituents with the stale bread of hatred and the spoiled meat of racism. They have something to say to a federal government that has compromised with the undemocratic practices of southern Dixiecrats (Yeah) and the blatant hypocrisy of right-wing northern Republicans. (Speak) They have something to say to every Negro (Yeah) who has passively accepted the evil system of segregation and who has stood on the sidelines in a mighty struggle for justice. They say to each of us, black and white alike, that we must substitute courage for caution. They say to us that we must be concerned not merely about who murdered them, but about the system, the way of life, the philosophy which produced the murderers. Their death says to us that we must work passionately and unrelentingly for the realization of the American dream.
And so my friends, they did not die in vain. (Yeah) God still has a way of wringing good out of evil. (Oh yes) And history has proven over and over again that unmerited suffering is redemptive. The innocent blood of these little girls may well serve as a redemptive force (Yeah) that will bring new light to this dark city. (Yeah) The holy Scripture says, "A little child shall lead them." (Oh yeah) The death of these little children may lead our whole Southland (Yeah) from the low road of man's inhumanity to man to the high road of peace and brotherhood. (Yeah, Yes) These tragic deaths may lead our nation to substitute an aristocracy of character for an aristocracy of color. The spilled blood of these innocent girls may cause the whole citizenry of
And so I stand here to say this afternoon to all assembled here, that in spite of the darkness of this hour (Yeah Well), we must not despair. (Yeah, Well) We must not become bitter (Yeah, That's right), nor must we harbor the desire to retaliate with violence. No, we must not lose faith in our white brothers. (Yeah, Yes) Somehow we must believe that the most misguided among them can learn to respect the dignity and the worth of all human personality.
May I now say a word to you, the members of the bereaved families? It is almost impossible to say anything that can console you at this difficult hour and remove the deep clouds of disappointment which are floating in your mental skies. But I hope you can find a little consolation from the universality of this experience. Death comes to every individual. There is an amazing democracy about death. It is not aristocracy for some of the people, but a democracy for all of the people. Kings die and beggars die; rich men and poor men die; old people die and young people die. Death comes to the innocent and it comes to the guilty. Death is the irreducible common denominator of all men.
I hope you can find some consolation from Christianity's affirmation that death is not the end. Death is not a period that ends the great sentence of life, but a comma that punctuates it to more lofty significance. Death is not a blind alley that leads the human race into a state of nothingness, but an open door which leads man into life eternal. Let this daring faith, this great invincible surmise, be your sustaining power during these trying days.
Now I say to you in conclusion, life is hard, at times as hard as crucible steel. It has its bleak and difficult moments. Like the ever-flowing waters of the river, life has its moments of drought and its moments of flood. (Yeah, Yes) Like the ever-changing cycle of the seasons, life has the soothing warmth of its summers and the piercing chill of its winters. (Yeah) And if one will hold on, he will discover that God walks with him (Yeah, Well), and that God is able (Yeah, Yes) to lift you from the fatigue of despair to the buoyancy of hope, and transform dark and desolate valleys into sunlit paths of inner peace.
And so today, you do not walk alone. You gave to this world wonderful children. [moans] They didn't live long lives, but they lived meaningful lives. (Well) Their lives were distressingly small in quantity, but glowingly large in quality. (Yeah) And no greater tribute can be paid to you as parents, and no greater epitaph can come to them as children, than where they died and what they were doing when they died. (Yeah) They did not die
in the dives and dens of
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