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While it is no secret I don't support Obama for president, I thought I would take the time to address this silly issue of race. I have seen many people go back and forth over this issue as if the color of a mans skin somehow makes him less than qualified to be president or for that matter less than an American. Nothing and I mean ABSOLUTLY NOTHING could be furhter from the truth and those that say these sorts of things have ltitle knowledge of this nations history and the contributions to it by people of color. In the end what you soon realize after learning this nations history is the only color that matters is the color if a mans heart and his or her love the same as yours for this great nation. I thought I might put a little reminder of some of those great Americans that have come before us all people of color whos spirit is weaved into the very fabric of this great land.

On March 5, 1770, Crispus Attucks and a noisy group of Boston Patriots were jeering and "pestering" a contingency of British Redcoats who were sent from England to keep the American colonists in check. The patriots were a mixed group of disgruntled sailors, dock workers, servants, and apprentices. This group was tired of the steady appearance of the British soldiers amongst them. It is said that a group of seven British soldiers came across the Boston Commons facing the Customs House. Attucks took the lead and waved a group of colonists toward the armed soldiers. The British armed soldiers used their bayonets and pushed the congregating colonists aside and forbade them from assembling in groups. Ideas of Liberty were being amply discussed by most colonists. A tense moment came when Attucks and four other white patriots moved closer toward the British soldiers. "Let us drive out these ribalds. They have no business here." Attucks lunged forward with his "cordwood club" and beckoned the furious crowd to move in and disarm the British soldiers. Attucks was immediately struck twice in the chest by the British and killed. These shots were then followed by a series of others. Historical records listed four others killed: Samuel Gray, James Caldwell, Samuel Maverick, and Patrick Carr.

For the colonists, this was an outrage, and it became known as the BOSTON MASSACRE. Crispus Attucks' race was secondary to his exemplary heroism and outspoken call for liberty for the American colonists. Attucks' martyrdom is said to have acted as a catalyst for the American colonists' eventual war for liberty and freedom from British rule. This war became the American Revolutionary War.

Crispus Attucks and his compatriots were buried in a common grave in Boston. In 1888, the city of Boston erected a bronze and granite statue on the Boston Common to recognize Attucks as the "first to die for independence."

Doris Miller, known as "Dorie" to shipmates and friends, was born in Waco, Texas, on 12 October 1919, to Henrietta and Conery Miller. He had three brothers, one of which served in the Army during World War II. While attending Moore High School in Waco, he was a fullback on the football team. He worked on his father's farm before enlisting in the U.S Navy as Mess Attendant, Third Class, at Dallas, Texas, on 16 September 1939, to travel, and earn money for his family. He later was commended by the Secretary of the Navy, was advanced to Mess Attendant, Second Class and First Class, and subsequently was promoted to Cook, Third Class.

Following training at the Naval Training Station, Norfolk, Virginia, Miller was assigned to the ammunition ship USS Pyro (AE-1) where he served as a Mess Attendant, and on 2 January 1940 was transferred to USS West Virginia (BB-48), where he became the ship's heavyweight boxing champion. In July of that year he had temporary duty aboard USS Nevada (BB-36) at Secondary Battery Gunnery School. He returned to West Virginia and on 3 August, and was serving in that battleship when the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor on 7 December 1941. Miller had arisen at 6 a.m., and was collecting laundry when the alarm for general quarters sounded. He headed for his battle station, the antiaircraft battery magazine amidship, only to discover that torpedo damage had wrecked it, so he went on deck. Because of his physical prowess, he was assigned to carry wounded fellow Sailors to places of greater safety. Then an officer ordered him to the bridge to aid the mortally wounded Captain of the ship. He subsequently manned a 50 caliber Browning anti-aircraft machine gun until he ran out of ammunition and was ordered to abandon ship.

Miller described firing the machine gun during the battle, a weapon which he had not been trained to operate: "It wasn't hard. I just pulled the trigger and she worked fine. I had watched the others with these guns. I guess I fired her for about fifteen minutes. I think I got one of those Jap planes. They were diving pretty close to us."

During the attack, Japanese aircraft dropped two armored piercing bombs through the deck of the battleship and launched five 18-inch aircraft torpedoes into her port side. Heavily damaged by the ensuing explosions, and suffering from severe flooding below decks, the crew abandoned ship while West Virginia slowly settled to the harbor bottom. Of the 1,541 men on West Virginia during the attack, 130 were killed and 52 wounded. Subsequently refloated, repaired, and modernized, the battleship served in the Pacific theater through to the end of the war in August 1945.

Miller was commended by the Secretary of the Navy Frank Knox on 1 April 1942, and on 27 May 1942 he received the Navy Cross, which Fleet Admiral (then Admiral) Chester W. Nimitz, the Commander in Chief, Pacific Fleet personally presented to Miller on board aircraft carrier USS Enterprise (CV-6) for his extraordinary courage in battle. Speaking of Miller, Nimitz remarked:

This marks the first time in this conflict that such high tribute has been made in the Pacific Fleet to a member of his race and I'm sure that the future will see others similarly honored for brave acts.

On 13 December 1941, Miller reported to USS Indianapolis (CA-35), and subsequently returned to the west coast of the United States in November 1942. Assigned to the newly constructed USS Liscome Bay (CVE-56) in the spring of 1943, Miller was on board that escort carrier during Operation Galvanic, the seizure of Makin and Tarawa Atolls in the Gilbert Islands. Liscome Bay's aircraft supported operations ashore between 20-23 November 1943. At 5:10 a.m. on 24 November, while cruising near Butaritari Island, a single torpedo from Japanese submarine I-175 struck the escort carrier near the stern. The aircraft bomb magazine detonated a few moments later, sinking the warship within minutes. Listed as missing following the loss of that escort carrier, Miller was officially presumed dead 25 November 1944, a year and a day after the loss of Liscome Bay. Only 272 Sailors survived the sinking of Liscome Bay, while 646 died.

In addition to the Navy Cross, Miller was entitled to the Purple Heart Medal; the American Defense Service Medal, Fleet Clasp; the Asiatic-Pacific Campaign Medal; and the World War II Victory Medal.


These are just two AMERICANS whos shoulders we all stand upon , that gave of themselves so that we may enjoy the freedoms given to us so unselfishly. These men were men of color but first and foremost they were and always will be Americans.
 
nice post.

I'd like to give a shout out to religious tolerance too, since muslims are so often smeared.

Muslim-americans, jewish-americans, and athiest americans have all spilled blood for this country.

I really like this photo. Its the grave stone of Kareem Rashad Sultan Khan, a Muslim U.S. soldier who died in Iraq. That's his mother by the grave. If that's not a tear jerker, I don't know what is.

 
nice post.

I'd like to give a shout out to religious tolerance too, since muslims are so often smeared.

Muslim-americans, jewish-americans, and athiest americans have all spilled blood for this country.

I really like this photo. Its the grave stone of Kareem Rashad Sultan Khan, a Muslim U.S. soldier who died in Iraq. That's his mother by the grave. If that's not a tear jerker, I don't know what is.


Philip Moses Russell was born in England in 1747 and immigrated to America. In 1776 he joined the Revolutionary army as a surgeon’s mate, an assistant to the regiment’s medical officer (Helene Schwartz-Kenvin,The Land of Liberty:A History of America’s Jews p.58). During the winter of 1777-1778 Russell served at Valley Forge tending the sick and wounded. During this time he caught a severe fever that left him with a loss of hearing and vision. He remained in the army but was forced to resign in 1780 due to ill health. General Washington wrote Russell a letter of commendation stating that Russell had served "with honor to himself and his country and he [Washington] with pleasure bore testimony to his assiduous attention to the sick and wounded as well as his cool and collected deportment in battle"(note: The original letter was lost in a fire. This quote is based on the recollection of Russell’s son, Moses.)


After leaving the army, Russell married Esther Mordecai. The couple had ten children (five sons and five daughters) born in various cities around the country (American Jewish Archives). He appears to have worked for a time as a pharmacist in Philadelphia. Russell died in 1830 in Germantown, Pennsylvania and is buried in Philadelphia’s historic Mikveh Israel Cemetery.


Today the Liberty Bell no longer chimes. The echoes of its sounds of freedom however, still reverberate throughout our land thanks to the courage of the many Jewish soldiers and patriots who fought courageously for what the Founding Fathers called inalienable rights: life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Buried not too far from the Liberty Bell is Philip Moses Russell who served with distinction under General George Washington as a Jewish American soldier at Valley Forge.


There you go Red Dawn
 
nice post.

I'd like to give a shout out to religious tolerance too, since muslims are so often smeared.

Muslim-americans, jewish-americans, and athiest americans have all spilled blood for this country.

I really like this photo. Its the grave stone of Kareem Rashad Sultan Khan, a Muslim U.S. soldier who died in Iraq. That's his mother by the grave. If that's not a tear jerker, I don't know what is.




Colin Powell mentioned this pic today on "Meet the Press"

His point was, so what if Obama was a Muslim, that doesn't make him any less American. This boy who died was 14 during 9/11, and couldn't wait to go fight for his country, the USA. He died for the country he loved so much.

Like the good man Navy1960 said, we are all AMERICANS first.
 
No American soldier should be sent in harm's way unless there is a COMPELLING NATIONAL INTEREST.

Chris, that wasn't really the point of my post here, it was more to point out that color is not a factor when you look at the heart of a person or their love of this nation. To judge a person by the color of their skin is to show a persons ignorance and complete lack of knowledge of this nations history , those were just two examples, I had cited.
 
Colin Powell mentioned this pic today on "Meet the Press"

His point was, so what if Obama was a Muslim, that doesn't make him any less American. This boy who died was 14 during 9/11, and couldn't wait to go fight for his country, the USA. He died for the country he loved so much.

Like the good man Navy1960 said, we are all AMERICANS first.

Well said. I personally wouldn't care if Obama was a muslim, even though the fringe rightwing seems to think being a muslim is some kind of smear.

I'm glad Powell mentioned this.
 
Philip Moses Russell was born in England in 1747 and immigrated to America. In 1776 he joined the Revolutionary army as a surgeon’s mate, an assistant to the regiment’s medical officer (Helene Schwartz-Kenvin,The Land of Liberty:A History of America’s Jews p.58). During the winter of 1777-1778 Russell served at Valley Forge tending the sick and wounded. During this time he caught a severe fever that left him with a loss of hearing and vision. He remained in the army but was forced to resign in 1780 due to ill health. General Washington wrote Russell a letter of commendation stating that Russell had served "with honor to himself and his country and he [Washington] with pleasure bore testimony to his assiduous attention to the sick and wounded as well as his cool and collected deportment in battle"(note: The original letter was lost in a fire. This quote is based on the recollection of Russell’s son, Moses.)


After leaving the army, Russell married Esther Mordecai. The couple had ten children (five sons and five daughters) born in various cities around the country (American Jewish Archives). He appears to have worked for a time as a pharmacist in Philadelphia. Russell died in 1830 in Germantown, Pennsylvania and is buried in Philadelphia’s historic Mikveh Israel Cemetery.


Today the Liberty Bell no longer chimes. The echoes of its sounds of freedom however, still reverberate throughout our land thanks to the courage of the many Jewish soldiers and patriots who fought courageously for what the Founding Fathers called inalienable rights: life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. Buried not too far from the Liberty Bell is Philip Moses Russell who served with distinction under General George Washington as a Jewish American soldier at Valley Forge.


There you go Red Dawn


That's cool too. Gracias
 
Now if only I could get my daughter to read her bank statements then It would be an accomplishment. lol However, I did find something I thought you might enjoy, it's a story of an American Pilot which I have a great love for, since I was young I have had a love of flying so this is a story that is very near to my heart. It shows what a man can accomplish even when other do not believe in him because of the color of his skin.

America’s first black aviator did not fly for the country of his birth America, but for his adopted country of France. A country for which he was severely wounded and received many medals for valor. Gene himself was a man who hesitated to speak of himself but one who stood on the principles of honesty and integrity. He treated everyone as he wished to be treated and because of that he was very well liked. He lived by the belief that all men were created equal and should be treated accordingly.

Eugene Jacques Bullard was born on October 9, 1894, in Columbus Georgia, the seventh of ten children born to William (Octave) Bullard, a black from Martinique, and Josephine ("Yokalee") Thomas, a Creek Indian. Eugene’s father could trace their family roots as far back as the American Revolution. His family came from Martinique, an Island in the West Indies and spoke French as an everyday language. They arrived in America as slaves when their French owners fled the Haitian revolution. His mother died at age thirty three when Eugene was only five, leaving his father to raise him. Eugene said his father was an educated man who worked hard as a laborer and treasured his hours at home telling his children tales from the books he read. It was his father’s influence and those stories that would shape Eugene’s direction in life.

Because of his fourth grade education, and his young age, he wandered throughout the southeastern United States, mostly at night to avoid hostile whites, searching for the ways and means to travel to France. He stayed with Gypsies for a year and learned how to handle horses and did a little racing. He found he was skilled as a jockey and won a number of unofficial races all the time putting his money away in the hopes of traveling to France. He worked his way towards the seaport in Norfolk, Virginia and after four years of wandering and working at odd jobs to stay alive, he stowed away on a German ship bound for Aberdeen, Scotland-he was 12 years old.

While he was convalescing in Lyons, the third largest city in France, from his wounds (they thought he would never walk again) Eugene gained his first bit of fame when he was interviewed by Will Irwin of The Saturday Evening Post. Since he was no longer fit for duty with the infantry, Eugene was afforded the opportunity to join the French Flying Corp. An American friend of Bullard’s bet him two thousand dollars that he could not get into aviation and become a pilot. Eugene, perhaps bolstered by the challenge, soon earned his wings from the aviation school in the city of Tours on May 5, 1917, and just as promptly collected his two thousand dollars. This made Bullard the very first black fighter pilot in history.

When the United States entered World War I Eugene Bullard wanted to transfer to his country’s air force. By that time he had fought for over three years in the war and been wounded four times, twice in the battle of Verdun. He had spent eight months in hospitals recovering from war wounds, earned medals for valor, and was now a military pilot with confirmed kills. As a pilot and an American he was invited to transfer to the American Air Force with the promise of being promoted. After passing the physical, when many other American pilots departed to fight with fellow Americans, Bullard’s application was ignored for the duration of the war.
In October, 1919, Eugene Bullard was discharged from the armed forces of France, a national hero of significant standing. He decided to remain in Paris and soon married a French Countess and fathered three children, one boy and two girls. The boy died soon after his birth from double pneumonia. His marriage failed after his wife inherited money and wanted Eugene to retire and be with her socially full time. But he loved people and his life the way it was, so they eventually went their separate ways. Both were of the Catholic faith and did not believe in divorce. When his former wife died six years after their separation, Gene took custody of his two daughters.

Corporal Eugene Jacques Bullard

These are the kinds of things that young people need to learn about IMHO , they know little of the giants that given them this precious gift of liberty and some were not even allowed to fight but did so anyway. Some are buried in unmarked graves all over the world , some are at the bottom of the sea , but still I know them by only one word, American and not by their color. It is my sincere hope that one day we can all come to a point that we can look past the color a mans skin and into their heart to see what makes them a person. Sorry for the long post, but I get rather wordy on a subject such as knowing about ALL those who came before us and to know them is to know where we are going.
 
Now if only I could get my daughter to read her bank statements then It would be an accomplishment. lol However, I did find something I thought you might enjoy, it's a story of an American Pilot which I have a great love for, since I was young I have had a love of flying so this is a story that is very near to my heart. It shows what a man can accomplish even when other do not believe in him because of the color of his skin.

America’s first black aviator did not fly for the country of his birth America, but for his adopted country of France. A country for which he was severely wounded and received many medals for valor. Gene himself was a man who hesitated to speak of himself but one who stood on the principles of honesty and integrity. He treated everyone as he wished to be treated and because of that he was very well liked. He lived by the belief that all men were created equal and should be treated accordingly.

Eugene Jacques Bullard was born on October 9, 1894, in Columbus Georgia, the seventh of ten children born to William (Octave) Bullard, a black from Martinique, and Josephine ("Yokalee") Thomas, a Creek Indian. Eugene’s father could trace their family roots as far back as the American Revolution. His family came from Martinique, an Island in the West Indies and spoke French as an everyday language. They arrived in America as slaves when their French owners fled the Haitian revolution. His mother died at age thirty three when Eugene was only five, leaving his father to raise him. Eugene said his father was an educated man who worked hard as a laborer and treasured his hours at home telling his children tales from the books he read. It was his father’s influence and those stories that would shape Eugene’s direction in life.

Because of his fourth grade education, and his young age, he wandered throughout the southeastern United States, mostly at night to avoid hostile whites, searching for the ways and means to travel to France. He stayed with Gypsies for a year and learned how to handle horses and did a little racing. He found he was skilled as a jockey and won a number of unofficial races all the time putting his money away in the hopes of traveling to France. He worked his way towards the seaport in Norfolk, Virginia and after four years of wandering and working at odd jobs to stay alive, he stowed away on a German ship bound for Aberdeen, Scotland-he was 12 years old.

While he was convalescing in Lyons, the third largest city in France, from his wounds (they thought he would never walk again) Eugene gained his first bit of fame when he was interviewed by Will Irwin of The Saturday Evening Post. Since he was no longer fit for duty with the infantry, Eugene was afforded the opportunity to join the French Flying Corp. An American friend of Bullard’s bet him two thousand dollars that he could not get into aviation and become a pilot. Eugene, perhaps bolstered by the challenge, soon earned his wings from the aviation school in the city of Tours on May 5, 1917, and just as promptly collected his two thousand dollars. This made Bullard the very first black fighter pilot in history.

When the United States entered World War I Eugene Bullard wanted to transfer to his country’s air force. By that time he had fought for over three years in the war and been wounded four times, twice in the battle of Verdun. He had spent eight months in hospitals recovering from war wounds, earned medals for valor, and was now a military pilot with confirmed kills. As a pilot and an American he was invited to transfer to the American Air Force with the promise of being promoted. After passing the physical, when many other American pilots departed to fight with fellow Americans, Bullard’s application was ignored for the duration of the war.
In October, 1919, Eugene Bullard was discharged from the armed forces of France, a national hero of significant standing. He decided to remain in Paris and soon married a French Countess and fathered three children, one boy and two girls. The boy died soon after his birth from double pneumonia. His marriage failed after his wife inherited money and wanted Eugene to retire and be with her socially full time. But he loved people and his life the way it was, so they eventually went their separate ways. Both were of the Catholic faith and did not believe in divorce. When his former wife died six years after their separation, Gene took custody of his two daughters.

Corporal Eugene Jacques Bullard

These are the kinds of things that young people need to learn about IMHO , they know little of the giants that given them this precious gift of liberty and some were not even allowed to fight but did so anyway. Some are buried in unmarked graves all over the world , some are at the bottom of the sea , but still I know them by only one word, American and not by their color. It is my sincere hope that one day we can all come to a point that we can look past the color a mans skin and into their heart to see what makes them a person. Sorry for the long post, but I get rather wordy on a subject such as knowing about ALL those who came before us and to know them is to know where we are going.
 
While it is no secret I don't support Obama for president, I thought I would take the time to address this silly issue of race. I have seen many people go back and forth over this issue as if the color of a mans skin somehow makes him less than qualified to be president or for that matter less than an American. Nothing and I mean ABSOLUTLY NOTHING could be furhter from the truth and those that say these sorts of things have ltitle knowledge of this nations history and the contributions to it by people of color. In the end what you soon realize after learning this nations history is the only color that matters is the color if a mans heart and his or her love the same as yours for this great nation. I thought I might put a little reminder of some of those great Americans that have come before us all people of color whos spirit is weaved into the very fabric of this great land.

On March 5, 1770, Crispus Attucks and a noisy group of Boston Patriots were jeering and "pestering" a contingency of British Redcoats who were sent from England to keep the American colonists in check. The patriots were a mixed group of disgruntled sailors, dock workers, servants, and apprentices. This group was tired of the steady appearance of the British soldiers amongst them. It is said that a group of seven British soldiers came across the Boston Commons facing the Customs House. Attucks took the lead and waved a group of colonists toward the armed soldiers. The British armed soldiers used their bayonets and pushed the congregating colonists aside and forbade them from assembling in groups. Ideas of Liberty were being amply discussed by most colonists. A tense moment came when Attucks and four other white patriots moved closer toward the British soldiers. "Let us drive out these ribalds. They have no business here." Attucks lunged forward with his "cordwood club" and beckoned the furious crowd to move in and disarm the British soldiers. Attucks was immediately struck twice in the chest by the British and killed. These shots were then followed by a series of others. Historical records listed four others killed: Samuel Gray, James Caldwell, Samuel Maverick, and Patrick Carr.

For the colonists, this was an outrage, and it became known as the BOSTON MASSACRE. Crispus Attucks' race was secondary to his exemplary heroism and outspoken call for liberty for the American colonists. Attucks' martyrdom is said to have acted as a catalyst for the American colonists' eventual war for liberty and freedom from British rule. This war became the American Revolutionary War.

Crispus Attucks and his compatriots were buried in a common grave in Boston. In 1888, the city of Boston erected a bronze and granite statue on the Boston Common to recognize Attucks as the "first to die for independence."

Doris Miller, known as "Dorie" to shipmates and friends, was born in Waco, Texas, on 12 October 1919, to Henrietta and Conery Miller. He had three brothers, one of which served in the Army during World War II. While attending Moore High School in Waco, he was a fullback on the football team. He worked on his father's farm before enlisting in the U.S Navy as Mess Attendant, Third Class, at Dallas, Texas, on 16 September 1939, to travel, and earn money for his family. He later was commended by the Secretary of the Navy, was advanced to Mess Attendant, Second Class and First Class, and subsequently was promoted to Cook, Third Class.

Following training at the Naval Training Station, Norfolk, Virginia, Miller was assigned to the ammunition ship USS Pyro (AE-1) where he served as a Mess Attendant, and on 2 January 1940 was transferred to USS West Virginia (BB-48), where he became the ship's heavyweight boxing champion. In July of that year he had temporary duty aboard USS Nevada (BB-36) at Secondary Battery Gunnery School. He returned to West Virginia and on 3 August, and was serving in that battleship when the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbor on 7 December 1941. Miller had arisen at 6 a.m., and was collecting laundry when the alarm for general quarters sounded. He headed for his battle station, the antiaircraft battery magazine amidship, only to discover that torpedo damage had wrecked it, so he went on deck. Because of his physical prowess, he was assigned to carry wounded fellow Sailors to places of greater safety. Then an officer ordered him to the bridge to aid the mortally wounded Captain of the ship. He subsequently manned a 50 caliber Browning anti-aircraft machine gun until he ran out of ammunition and was ordered to abandon ship.

Miller described firing the machine gun during the battle, a weapon which he had not been trained to operate: "It wasn't hard. I just pulled the trigger and she worked fine. I had watched the others with these guns. I guess I fired her for about fifteen minutes. I think I got one of those Jap planes. They were diving pretty close to us."

During the attack, Japanese aircraft dropped two armored piercing bombs through the deck of the battleship and launched five 18-inch aircraft torpedoes into her port side. Heavily damaged by the ensuing explosions, and suffering from severe flooding below decks, the crew abandoned ship while West Virginia slowly settled to the harbor bottom. Of the 1,541 men on West Virginia during the attack, 130 were killed and 52 wounded. Subsequently refloated, repaired, and modernized, the battleship served in the Pacific theater through to the end of the war in August 1945.

Miller was commended by the Secretary of the Navy Frank Knox on 1 April 1942, and on 27 May 1942 he received the Navy Cross, which Fleet Admiral (then Admiral) Chester W. Nimitz, the Commander in Chief, Pacific Fleet personally presented to Miller on board aircraft carrier USS Enterprise (CV-6) for his extraordinary courage in battle. Speaking of Miller, Nimitz remarked:

This marks the first time in this conflict that such high tribute has been made in the Pacific Fleet to a member of his race and I'm sure that the future will see others similarly honored for brave acts.

On 13 December 1941, Miller reported to USS Indianapolis (CA-35), and subsequently returned to the west coast of the United States in November 1942. Assigned to the newly constructed USS Liscome Bay (CVE-56) in the spring of 1943, Miller was on board that escort carrier during Operation Galvanic, the seizure of Makin and Tarawa Atolls in the Gilbert Islands. Liscome Bay's aircraft supported operations ashore between 20-23 November 1943. At 5:10 a.m. on 24 November, while cruising near Butaritari Island, a single torpedo from Japanese submarine I-175 struck the escort carrier near the stern. The aircraft bomb magazine detonated a few moments later, sinking the warship within minutes. Listed as missing following the loss of that escort carrier, Miller was officially presumed dead 25 November 1944, a year and a day after the loss of Liscome Bay. Only 272 Sailors survived the sinking of Liscome Bay, while 646 died.

In addition to the Navy Cross, Miller was entitled to the Purple Heart Medal; the American Defense Service Medal, Fleet Clasp; the Asiatic-Pacific Campaign Medal; and the World War II Victory Medal.


These are just two AMERICANS whos shoulders we all stand upon , that gave of themselves so that we may enjoy the freedoms given to us so unselfishly. These men were men of color but first and foremost they were and always will be Americans.
We can also thank slaves for the way we construct our homes. And if you haven't watched it there is a program that I think I saw on the History Channel about the construction of the ALCAN!
 
We can also thank slaves for the way we construct our homes. And if you haven't watched it there is a program that I think I saw on the History Channel about the construction of the ALCAN!

As a matter of fact Luissa I did see it, you know whats intresting here is that many Americans really have no idea how rich and vaired out history actually is. I believe that if schools spent a bit more time on teaching children about such things then perhaps as adults many would take a little bit more pride in this great nation and we would need to question the color or beliefs or age of a candidate , we would simply be questioning them on their ability to lead and if that is consistant with the values that we hold dear. Here is something I thought was rather interesting maybe many don't know, The Super Soaker, the big squirt gun that kids all over this country and even admittedly some of us adults have had fun with from time to time was invented by an African American.

Lonnie G. Johnson (1949–) invented the world-famous watergun, the Supersoaker.
 
These are just two AMERICANS whos shoulders we all stand upon , that gave of themselves so that we may enjoy the freedoms given to us so unselfishly. These men were men of color but first and foremost they were and always will be Americans.

Now think about it....

How much did slaves add to this nation's wealth in the nearly 300 years they labored in North America without pay?

The combined contribution of BLACK SLAVES to this nations aggregate wealth is enormous.

Were they ever paid back for that contribution that was so necessary for this nation's development?

Of course not.

Now I am NOT an advocate of retributions for that service mostly because such retributions would be impossible to figure out, let along pay for.

But those you who imagine that Blacks gave this nation nothing, and are not just as important a part of our nation's success are simply refusing to acknowlege history.

Thomas Jefferson sans army of slaves that made his life possible, wouldn't have had time to do do jack-shit, folks. He'd have been walking behind a plow and scratching out a living just like most freemen had to do

George Washington? Same deal.

Who the hell do we think brewed all that rum Washinton used to win his first political campaign in the house of Bugess in VA? The RUM Pixies?

His SLAVES did that for him, folks.
 
Here is something to ponder as well, if Obama prevails then on a positive note the "White House" will take one step closer in it's wonderful history to being the "peoples house" as it is talked about often.

1901
Washington dines at the White House. On October 16, after an afternoon meeting at the White House with Booker T. Washington, President Theodore Roosevelt informally invited Washington to remain and eat dinner with him, making Washington the first black American to dine at the White House with the president. A furor arose over the social implications of Roosevelt's casual act.
 
Now think about it....

How much did slaves add to this nation's wealth in the nearly 300 years they labored in North America without pay?

The combined contribution of BLACK SLAVES to this nations aggregate wealth is enormous.

Were they ever paid back for that contribution that was so necessary for this nation's development?

Of course not.

Now I am NOT an advocate of retributions for that service mostly because such retributions would be impossible to figure out, let along pay for.

But those you who imagine that Blacks gave this nation nothing, and are not just as important a part of our nation's success are simply refusing to acknowlege history.

Thomas Jefferson sans army of slaves that made his life possible, wouldn't have had time to do do jack-shit, folks. He'd have been walking behind a plow and scratching out a living just like most freemen had to do

George Washington? Same deal.

Who the hell do we think brewed all that rum Washinton used to win his first political campaign in the house of Bugess in VA? The RUM Pixies?

His SLAVES did that for him, folks.

Never thought of it like that. I guess we need to thank the tribes in Africa who sold their countrymen to the slave traders and thank the slave ships for bringing them over to America.
 
Never thought of it like that. I guess we need to thank the tribes in Africa who sold their countrymen to the slave traders and thank the slave ships for bringing them over to America.

The first Europeans to arrive on the coast of Guinea were the Portuguese; the first European to actually buy African slaves in the region of Guinea was Antão Gonçalves, a Portuguese explorer. Originally interested in trading mainly for gold and spices, they set up colonies on the uninhabited islands of São Tomé. In the 16th century the Portuguese settlers found that these volcanic islands were ideal for growing sugar. Sugar growing is a labour-intensive undertaking and Portuguese settlers were difficult to attract due to the heat, lack of infrastructure, and hard life. To cultivate the sugar the Portuguese turned to large numbers of African slaves. Elmina Castle on the Gold Coast, originally built by African labor for the Portuguese in 1482 to control the gold trade, became an important depot for slaves that were to be transported to the New World.[52]

The first Europeans to use African slaves in the New World were the Spaniards who sought auxiliaries for their conquest expeditions and laborers on islands such as Cuba and Hispaniola, where the alarming death rate in the native population had spurred the first royal laws protecting the native population (Laws of Burgos, 1512-1513). The first African slaves arrived in Hispaniola in 1501.[53]

In 1452, Pope Nicholas V issued the papal bull Dum Diversas, granting Afonso V of Portugal the right to reduce any "Saracens, pagans and any other unbelievers" to hereditary slavery. This approval of slavery was reaffirmed and extended in his Romanus Pontifex bull of 1455. These papal bulls came to serve as a justification for the subsequent era of slave trade and European colonialism.[citation needed] However Pope Eugene IV in his bull, Sicut Dudum of 1435 had condemned the enslavement of the black inhabitants of the Canary Islands. Pope Paul III in 1537 issued an additional Bull, Sublimis Deus, declaring that all peoples, even those outside the faith should not be deprived of their liberty. The followers of the church of England and Protestants did not use the papal bulls as a justification for their involvement in slavery.

Increasing penetration into the Americas by the Portuguese created more demand for labour in Brazil--primarily for farming and mining. Slave-based economies quickly spread to the Caribbean and the southern portion of what is today the United States, where Dutch traders brought the first African slaves in 1620. These areas all developed an insatiable demand for slaves. As European nations grew more powerful, especially Portugal, Spain, France, England and the Netherlands, they began vying for control of the African slave trade, with little effect on the local African and Arab trading. Great Britain's existing colonies in the Lesser Antilles and their effective naval control of the Mid Atlantic forced other countries to abandon their enterprises due to inefficiency in cost. The English crown provided a charter giving the Royal African Company monopoly over the African slave routes until 1712.[54]

The Atlantic slave trade peaked in the late 18th century, when the largest number of slaves were captured on raiding expeditions into the interior of West Africa.[citation needed] These expeditions were typically carried out by African kingdoms against weaker African tribes and peoples. These mass slavers included the Oyo empire (Yoruba), Kong Empire, Kingdom of Benin, Kingdom of Fouta Djallon, Kingdom of Fouta Tooro, Kingdom of Koya, Kingdom of Khasso, Kingdom of Kaabu, Fante Confederacy, Ashanti Confederacy, and the kingdom of Dahomey. Europeans rarely entered the interior of Africa, due to fear of disease and moreover fierce African resistance.[55][56]

Before the arrival of the Portuguese, slavery had already existed in Kingdom of Kongo. Despite its establishment within his kingdom, Afonso I of Kongo believed that the slave trade should be subject to Kongo law. When he suspected the Portuguese of receiving illegally enslaved persons to sell, he wrote letters to the King João III of Portugal in 1526 imploring him to put a stop to the practice.[57]

The kings of Dahomey sold their war captives into transatlantic slavery, who otherwise would have been killed in a ceremony known as the Annual Customs. As one of West Africa's principal slave states, Dahomey became extremely unpopular with neighbouring peoples.[58][59][60] Like the Bambara Empire to the east, the Khasso kingdoms depended heavily on the slave trade for their economy. A family's status was indicated by the number of slaves it owned, leading to wars for the sole purpose of taking more captives. This trade led the Khasso into increasing contact with the European settlements of Africa's west coast, particularly the French.[61] Benin grew increasingly rich during the 16th and 17th centuries on the slave trade with Europe; slaves from enemy states of the interior were sold, and carried to the Americas in Dutch and Portuguese ships. The Bight of Benin's shore soon came to be known as the "Slave Coast".[62]

King Gezo of Dahomey said in 1840's:

The slave trade is the ruling principle of my people. It is the source and the glory of their wealth…the mother lulls the child to sleep with notes of triumph over an enemy reduced to slavery

Not a history that any nation or peoples can be proud of or can change. We can however learn from the past by knowing the past so that it's never repeated again. Just a little thought dillo.
 

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