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Dr. Welsing's Memorial Service has been change from Howard University to Metropolitan AM & E Church located at 15th & M Streets, NW in Washington, DC. The Memorial Service will be from 11 am until 3 pm.  The date is still Saturday January 23, 2016 



 The Price of Gun Violence in America:


Since Sandy Hook, a Kid Has Died by a Gun Every Other Day!


 Kids Who Die - by Langston Hughes




This may provide a measure of the changing sameness and shameness in our history, Mississippi burning, Ferguson, LA, Chicago, Charleston, Baltimore, DC, NY City and the beat goes on in the war against black men in America.  The Angelo Herndon, reference in the poem, rings familiar it describes a young black Georgian in the 1930's.  He was arrested under a state statute for insurrection, because he protested unequal justice and segregation laws while championing an interracial workers movement.. He was summarily sentenced to life in prison, though released on appeal following massive black protests. He later moved to Harlem where he joined the Communist Party, becoming a writer and spokesperson for its causes.


This was not one of Hughes' most famous poems, but it now energizes the moment while embracing renewed meaning and relevancy.




This is for the kids who die, Black and white, For kids will die certainly.The old and rich will live on awhile, as always.  Eating blood and gold, letting little kids die.


Kids will die in the swamps of Mississippi organizing sharecroppers, Kids will die in the  streets of Chicago organizing workers.  Kids will die in the orange groves of California telling others to stick together.  


Whites and Filipinos, Negroes and Mexicans, all kinds of kids will die who don’t believe in lies, and bribes, and contentment and a lousy peace.  Of course, the wise and the learned who pen               editorials in the papers, and the ladies and gents with Dr. in front of their names, white and black.

Who make surveys and write books will live on weaving words to smother the kids who die.  


And the sleazy courts and sleazy attorneys, and the bribe-reaching police, and the blood-loving               generals, and the money-loving preachers, will all raise their hands against the kids who die, beating       them with laws and clubs and bayonets and bullets, to frighten the people.


For the kids who die are like iron in the blood of the people—and the old and rich don’t want the people   to taste the iron of the kids who die.  They don’t want the people to get wise to their own power to           believe an Angelo Herndon, or even get together and listen to kids who die—Maybe, now there will be no monument for you except in our hearts.


Maybe your bodies’ll be lost in swamp or prison grave. swamp or the potter’s field, or the rivers where you’re drowned like Leibknecht.


But the day will come—you can be sure yourselves that it is coming—when the marching feet of the masses will rise for you with a living monument of love, and joy, and laughter.  And black hands and white hands clasped as one, with a song that reaches the sky—the song of the life triumphant.


Through and for the kids who died.





       By Earl Tildon / August 9, 1993

Who is Harold Bell?  From where I sit, a man obsessed with youth and children’s plight.  He walks swiftly away from compromise, aggressively wanting things right.  Who is Harold Bell?  From where I sit, he is an arrogant rebel with youth as his cause.  He keeps raising their issues without fear or pause.


Why does Harold Bell do what he does, and why does he do it his way?  It may be because many others who did it are longer doing it today.  It may be that those who have risen to the heights don’t quite remember any more.  For once they have left the place of their birth they throw away the key that once opened the door.  Harold Bell is no diplomat; perhaps he doesn’t know how the game is played! Perhaps he is naïve to think that “Superstars” are coming back where he stays.  Could it be that it is not vogue to court the poor, or not want a black child to die, or maybe it is politically incorrect to ask the question why?


Maybe Harold Bell speaks up too much, or perhaps he is far too crude.  Or maybe he has spoken out against the establishment, or maybe he has just been rude.  But Harold Bell didn’t invent rudeness nor does he speak as loud as some, for leaders have known through the ages that justice goes to the beating drum.


Harold Bell perhaps understands that silence somehow appears to be consent.  And he knows that our oppressors flourish when our heads and backs are bended.  He also knows that children maybe homeless or parentless or in pain.  He also knows that their need to survive is real and to reach out to our children the World gains.


Thank God Harold Bell has access to the media so that we can read and listen to his candid outspoken word.  Thank God for readers and listeners who understand motivation is what we need.  Thank God for those like Harold Bell, who speak out against “Kids killing kids,” crack, heroin and speed.


It is hard for me to understand why some may dislike Harold Bell!  He is such a nice guy it is hard to believe some would turn him off while little children die.  There may have been a word that even Harold Bell could say that would have caused the listener to save a child along the way.


But such is life we can’t always please, so why expect it of Harold Bell?  He did not create today’s problems and who are we to judge we do so little well?  At least he is study on the course and he is consistent from year to year.  We need more Harold Bells who understand our plight and “A Grieving Mother’s Tears.”


"The world is a dangerous place, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and say and do nothing.--Albert Einstein

When I received the sad news of the passing of Dr. Frances Cress Welsing in an e-mail from Dr. Al-Tony Gilmore, I had to step away from the computer and take a deep breath.  Back in the day she was like a sister I never had.


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