imagine being so obsessed w me that ur goin around telling everybody we got beef n I'm just over here being beautiful n creative n gettin money n minding my fucking business smh how embarrassing
"To others she was the 'Dust Lady' but to me she was my mom and my hero, who will forever live through me."
-Noelle, speaking after her mother died on August 24th, 2015.
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When the North Tower collapsed on September 11, 2001, Genelle Guzman-McMillan was still inside.
She had been working on the 64th floor of the World Trade Center when the first plane struck. Genelle and her coworkers began the long descent down the emergency stairs. Floor after floor, they kept moving. By the time they reached the lower levels, they had been walking for nearly an hour.
Then the building began to come down.
Genelle remembered holding hands with a coworker. There was a deafening roar, the floor seemed to disappear, and everything went black.
When she regained consciousness, she could not move. Concrete and twisted steel surrounded her. Her leg was pinned. Her head was trapped between pieces of debris. Somewhere above her was the enormous wreckage of a 110-story skyscraper.
Hours passed.
She called out, but no one answered. Fires burned in the ruins. Rescue workers searched an unstable mountain of steel while Genelle remained buried beneath it, unable to know whether anyone was coming.
Night fell. Then morning came.
Genelle prayed. She thought about her daughter. She promised God that if she survived, she would change her life.
Then, after roughly 27 hours beneath the rubble, she heard something.
Rescuers had found her.
On September 12, Genelle was carried from Ground Zero alive. Of the thousands trapped when the towers collapsed, only a small number were pulled alive from the debris.
Genelle Guzman-McMillan was the last.
For nearly 27 hours, the ruins had hidden one more survivor. And beneath all that steel, dust and devastation, she had kept breathing.
#archaeohistories
Huey P. Newton said, “I do not expect the white media to create positive Black male images.” A white woman strangled her three children to death, and yet the lone Black male juror who refused to acquit her is now being cast as the problem. She is given context, sympathy, illness, and complexity. He is given suspicion.
She committed the violence, but he becomes the villain for refusing to excuse it.
Here’s something Black folks have long understood, in the United States a Black man does not need to commit violence to be treated violently.
Tyler James Williams, Vincent Martella, and Tequan Richmond were all born in October 1992.
In October (2005), They turned 13 on set and were given a surprise birthday party♥️🫶
D4vd went on Amazon and purchased a couple of chainsaws after he stabbed Celeste Rivas and stood by while she bled out, according to prosecutors.
Prosecutors allege he ordered her an Uber to his home, then stabbed her multiple times. He put her body in an inflatable pool in his garage to catch the blood, then dismembered her with a chainsaw.
He bought the pool under a fake name—plastic fragments from it were later matched to her remains. He then texted and called her phone after she was already dead to fake an alibi.
Her remains were found in two bags in the trunk of his abandoned Tesla in the Hollywood Hills, one day after what would have been her 15th birthday.
The alleged motive was that she threatened to expose their relationship and destroy his career the night before. He dropped his debut album Withered two days later.
Prosecutors also say the ~40TB of evidence includes child pornography found on his phone. He faces life without parole or the death penalty.
@MsAndrea3000@kycarrerolopez@andrejgee but what if one isn't necessarily vested in Blackness as a concept so much as they are vested in loving themselves, specifically aspects of themselves that they've been conditioned to believe there's something wrong with i.e. their dark skin or their nappy hair or their big nose