WERE AFRICAN-AMERICANS AT IWO JIMA

Sixty-three years after U.S. forces vanquished the Japanese and planted their flag on Iwo Jima's Mount Suribachi, the remote outpost in the Volcano Islands is the focus of another pitched battle. This time, acclaimed film directors Clint Eastwood and Spike Lee are engaging in verbal warfare over the verisimilitude of Eastwood's two films about the epic clash, Flags of Our Fathers and Letters from Iwo Jima. Lee has claimed that by soft-pedaling African-American contributions to the battle, Eastwood is misrepresenting history. "Clint Eastwood made two films about Iwo Jima that ran for more than four hours total, and there was not one Negro actor on the screen," Lee said at the Cannes Film Festival. "In his version of Iwo Jima, Negro soldiers did not exist." Eastwood's counter: "Has he ever studied history? [African-American soldiers] didn't raise the flag," he said. "If I go ahead and put an African-American actor in there, they'd say, "This guy's lost his mind.'" Eastwood also told Lee to "shut his face," prompting Lee to amplify the racism charge: "[Eastwood] is not my father and we're not on a plantation, either," he fumed. "I'm not making this up. I know history." History, as it turns out, is on both their sides. Lee is correct that African-Americans played an instrumental role in World War II, in which more than 1 million black servicemen helped defeat the Axis Powers. Those efforts include significant contributions to the fight for Iwo Jima. An estimated 700 to 900 African-American soldiers participated in the epic island battle, many of whom were Marines trained in segregated boot camps at Montford Point, within Camp Lejeune, North Carolina. Those soldiers were restricted from front-line combat duty, but they played integral noncombat roles. Under enemy fire, they piloted amphibious truck units during perilous shore landings, unloaded and shuttled ammunition to the front lines, helped bury the dead, and weathered Japanese onslaughts on their positions even after the island had been declared secure. According to Christopher Moore, the author of a book about African-Americans' myriad contributions during World War II, "thousands" more helped fashion the airstrips from which U.S. B-29 aircrafts could launch and return from air assaults on Tokyo, about 760 miles northwest. Hosting that air base, Moore says, was Iwo Jima's primary strategic importance. Eastwood's portrayal of the specific battle is, if narrow, also essentially accurate. Flags Of Our Fathers zeroes in on the soldiers who hoisted the U.S. flag atop Mount Suribachi, and this task, memorialized in a famous staged photograph, was accomplished by five white servicemen and a sixth, Ira Hayes, of Pima Indian descent. (His other entry in the Iwo Jima category, Letters from Iwo Jima, is told largely from the perspective of Japanese soldiers.) Eastwood is also correct that black soldiers represented a small fraction of the total force deployed on the island. That argument doesn't placate Yvonne Latty, a New York University professor and author of a book about African-American veterans. Black soldiers "had the most dangerous job," she says. "If you were going to show the soldiers' landing, you'd need to show [African-Americans] on the beach." In Flags of Our Fathers, which shows the landing in significant detail, African-Americans appear only in fleeting cutaway shots and in a photograph during the film's closing credits. Moore lauds Eastwood's rendering of the battle, but laments the limited role accorded to African-Americans. "Without black labor," he says, "we would've seen a much different ending to the war." The original version of this article stated the servicemen who raised the U.S flag over Mount Suribachi were white. One of those six, Ira Hayes, was an Arizona Pima Indian...STORY..CURTIOUSY OF TIME MAGAZINE...(MEMORIAL DAY EDITION)

THE CHANGE DID COME

the house of gables..the life of labor..where i see old trees..the branches I wear planted..i work around the clock..with splitters..sores.. badly beating..while chasing the moon at night..what swelters me hot.. in the day time..where my feet aches..burns from standing all day long.. working my fingers to the bone..i know I'm worthy 2 receive a better lifestyle..the possibilities of becoming a brand new state of the union.. addressed by OBAMA..SHOWS MY PRODUCTIVITY..left ..no talk..left 2 obey what was just a miserable life..scorned..with time for no man..building my home..what ables me to use what belongs mines..but u criticize.. your evil 2 attack..2 form mass confusion..where white be the Capital..what left me thinking..will there ever be a tomorrow in the WHITE HOUSE..the likes of living a mark on government soil..but for now..I transpired..look at the brutality embarked..as a lifeless tree..whats built..on the masters land.. excuse me..what i build..instead..i'm the broken down dirt..what's given as our white house..shaby..a cabin with no pride or liberties as it's jungle fever..what i was worth to bridge the gap between me as skin..united by his company..i be separate from normality..a choice..decides where i sleep..live.. rest my head..where I'm no poster child.. what reads help in need..I'm nowhere u want me 2 be..as Capitol..the tree of life disowns what is bodily.. da labor.. broke..where u can see..whats obviously unclaimed..piece of work..left on the bargaining table..the house of Gables..where a farm house becomes shelter.. whats broken down..like our brothas and sistahs..what I be the one unidentified branches keeling over 2 die..no interest..2 invite approval..as it's white house..changed..OBAMA..dethrones the wicked system..I'm now many rooms with the floor leveled 2 stand proud among principles..never looking back..the topic was a house..in times of struggle..blames no man 4 retrospect..the times invested on our thrown..has now become..color codes..where the two votes..made your minds up..and..here we are 2009..a house that wears both legs to stand on..not gone with the wind..where GABLE..stood up..packed..left it all for OUR CHANGE IN OFFICE..44TH CELEBRATION..to b recognized down in history..THE TIMES WE LIVED IN RUINS..to shape the globe of pasting freedom..through opportunity..Name the united states of America..a clause..in need 2 finalize what is..no white house as it's split decision..Whats was old and delapedated..Gable is now..a future left up 2 you..Peace..CREATE

TUPAC's POEMS// A MEMORY

Although..these legends appear to be away from sight..God takes those home..who had a vision to be bless on their journey as entertainers.. the truth is Tupac had a dream one day he would rise to the occasion a king of many admirers..one of which articulates the lyrics..gave us his life and times as a writer..poet..actor.. all the above..he spanned the globe a genuine prophet..no one knew how close to God he was..i truly believe from reading his book a Rose That Grew From Concrete was a way life knew him only as hip-hop..but gave millions love from the heart.. he cared..a lot..the life he knew would surely played in 2 hands dirty..but..drew no close..If Tupac was alive to this day..nobody can tell me doors were open to keep his legacy alive..successfully..being replaced with bullets..their was a treacherous act..deliberate..while his mother's past revelations probably brought back the revolution and all it's regime spelling out..retailiation..what was distinct for years 2 become a target with a mighty roar..where these two intelligent brothas was gunned down from words indicating them the end..a badge..artillery wanting brutality..in the hands of the men in blue..they were both too powerful too abrupt in their lyrics as its awareness 2 die..speaking politically loud...invincible strong..adored as the sound of freedom..not gone or forgotten..but..kept alive with written cries.. knows no restitution from keeping the son of a man in the black panther party.. a strong black woman as his mom..where your soul is bound to 2 make this a trifling plot..where they blame you as it's target..payoffs..under the table double cross..all that shit goes hand and hand with serving the peace..protect the innocent..in his case..some body ain't talking..but..justice lives this time it will break the sound of silence convicted..peace... that left no warning..biggie wasn't 2 far behind..the conspiracy lives..the voice meets it's demise..read..where the truth of the living shall rise and fall in2 our streets the uprising has no time or indication there of..where the silent mart er will b unleashed from undercover..all will be shocked..soon..very soon..murder has a name for both our angels..will finally rest in peace..God is waiting..where 2 come together..the sound of what's falls from grace..will reveal faces of cowards..the man in (blue) codes his ethnic rule..such as..shut your damn mouth..quiet or you'll be next..Create ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ UNTITLED: Please wake me when I'm free, i cannot bare captivity.. where my culture I'm told has no significance..I'll wither and die in ignorance.. but my inner eye can c grace who reigns as king in another place..the green of trees.. were rich and full of every man spoke of beautiful men and woman together as equals war was gone because all was peaceful..but now..like a prisoner of property..please wake me when i cannot bare captivity 4 I would rather b stricken blind than 2 live expression of mind...TUPAC ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Did u hear about the Rose that grew from a crack in the concrete..proving natures law wrong..it learned 2 walk without having feet..funny it seems..but by keeping it's dreams..it learned2 breathe fresh air..long live the Rose from concrete..when no one even cared..TUPAC ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

WHAT IS WRITTEN/YOU'VE BARE WITNESS 2

Where do i go when you held me against my will..what brings tranquility when the load carries me over rivers that flow in times of struggle..what becomes my color..so rich..like a dream to discover while on bended kneel.. i'm afflicted..in raw skin with callouses the size of bone structure what analyzed my broken heart..wounds from neglect..i am disfigured..tortured.. stole my pride..threaten me by what constitutes no mercy..your wealth manages me..as it control..the key to living owned..property grounds me as it's lover..a tool to use my soul 4 vanity..craves..devours..engaged in sin..where..the dislikes of u had no rights..i lacked as mighty..the strength 2 handle my woman of color..you owned requiem for masses..allowed your skin to run thangs..labors love..steps in..where hands worked on woman folk..help yourself..gladly..what disapproves u as it's touch..left a color of betrayal become forcibly waged by the number of millions black sistahs/brothas..where I'm so tired from being tired..where the strong only survived living in silence.. inside our world with no pardon...disrupted criticism..stripped me from my heritage..ripped me from stamina..vision..hope for my people to increase the knowledge from whence skin showed a generation in ruins..scorned..angered.. turning it's back 2 attack anyone looking down the barrel of a rifle cocked.. i'm the victim of your travesty..what you are to this day..no monarch..but still my enemy..ignorant..with no respect for black..it's been clarified and verified..the option 2 become what commemorates slavery..constitutes no celebration..in our honor..the boss owns my skin..where protocol will be reminded of memories down the road..you don't forget..i lived jobs with uncertaincy..said..you owe me..pay up..i got nothing..no money..knew was mine 4 years..none given..the struggle without a need for life.. my chains left me your end 2 justify means..the freedom to bare arms..now becomes your competition..buy black..ONLY..our life earns it's power..a check your ass can't cash..but..be victimized unworthy 2 accomidate my earn income credits me..while being stripped of character..now i become the BOSS-IN CHARGE..i'm the restoration of generations 2 come..black..talking.. a new world order..what displays the hard times..effort..blood..sweat and tears..where years of being hung mutilated..slaughtered..beat..grieves not.. like a crust of bread with no life fed 4 my people..now lives..where my life breathes..u wear my flesh honorably disrespect who i be..how can anyone stand so much manipulation..we became our own worst enemy..from being tampered with..mentally as well as physically..what comes as major malfunction..a behavior which can led anyone through..debt to pay..gets even..turned our lifestyle against one another..where liberty and justice for all..lacks discipline defend what don't cost a thing..instead..we battle for power.. turned the hands which becomes our own people..where we disregard ourselves in power..but..we live the memories of change..what was once..time in our history.. the love we made dies ever so often..the call to incorporate family..bring the past mistakes 2 an end..begin self worth..new..without ever saying slavery still exist..where we deserve dismissal..gain a future on behalf of color..we never earned as a people..now we live as recession..no support..what gives..still..no interest earned..a change is coming..blacks are gaining back the respect..where your eyes looked at color from rose colored glasses..life becomes a sacrifice founds a way back 2 civilization..what built a world thats crumbling..now sees us..another chance..in the last days ahead..why..in heavens name..does this epic ass whipping still plays acts of contentment..blind faith by juridiction..the struggle continues..I am worthy 2 recieve u...so break the chains that bind me and open you heart to becoming FREEDOM..the growth that let our people diminished..left..where years kept me sick..BEYOND RECOVERY..unworthy to stand on my own 2 feet..you gave us a way to find freedom..you open our heart to false litegations..we stood by your critical demands..without food 4 thought..instead of educating..when will the love what wears the spirit of our king..will transform down in our future..i'm so tired of betrayal staring back at our life..with no closure..what justifies me as it's equal..though i am a man/woman of the future..love wears a disguise..where u won't let me be..the legend of honor..who i am..all the days of affliction..let me be..let it go.. give it to the LORD THY GOD..4 HEAVEN SAKE..PEACE..CAN WE ALL JUST GET ALONG...(RODNEY KING)sober sense..FREE..NOT YET..AWARE..SURE NUFF..CREATE..SHAYLA.

THE CROSSOVER

This is the truth ..when it comes down 2 dirt on it's hands.. comes back with guilt in silence..got nothing to say...READ The mark of excellence..whats under false pretense..where i waver my sense..altered my state..turn the table of Resistance..what digs deep down in contempt..i ride the steal driving force..what challenges..disrupt..where i come out..the money spent on things i can't TOUCH..taking over my role as a job..u dump on my caliber..strike out the enemy..you want me to suffer need..a force condemned by the drive 2 dive in2 sorrow.. stole the warmth right from smooth observation..where sight calls me..the light at the end of the tunnel..where i spread my wings.. fly like the wind get outta dodge..sores from a broken heart.. holding back the tears..what thrown life away..while another valuable victim..gets caught..the noose keeps them from loosing sleep..due to what creeps for keeps..where pockets growl and close bed friends howling..another trial and era..the demon lurks among your household..where selfishness..what speaks a loose cannon.. makes himself comfortable 2 your life earnings..what possess the need to feed in2 diabolical plots..cares less for your success inside his world of wealth possessed by your cash..what moves ahead leaves u broke..busted..disgusted with his life..therefore i am nobody.. what lives to escape..takes whats locked..opens the safe..walks away with all your dreams..what dive..hides from playing games of betrayal.. without change 2 spare..saying forgive me..the penniless thief.. i dont get it..what gives everything i want..need from u..wait 4 a confession..I pleased the fifth..don't know what your talking about.. God..help me..please..i dive..dipped..it's all or nothing...i'm no stranger 2 this family..but u know something about me..the impact of being one in contempt..finds the trader..right in front of you where you will learn..nothing..living beyond your means..takes what don't belong here..at home...but..on your own..under your own roof..where you get the same thing done 2 u..away from the hand that feeds you..CREATE..ya feel me...possession..SHAYLA(ISIS)

WANNA FUNNY 4 TODAY

ok..it s like this...a man marries a female..they b together 4 years..he comes as a smooth operator..looking good..smelling like ol' spice..he whines his QUEEN B.. woes her as his accent makes her drool..she thinks he's from another country.. with a British origin..fine and fancy..a brotha with no education or credentials 2 display..his Ukrainian passport..so despite all the love he's been giving..the diamond rings he's been buying..the hairpieces..the eye makeup...clothes..on her back..the case became an show with issues..the name..DIVORCE COURT..which was broadcast today at 1:30 on fox five in NYC..the title of this comedy made for TV.. was the most hilarious performance in the history of con artistry..you see..the playa was on..sick leave..he played her as his European Black king..ONLY 2 discover after 7 years of marriage..he confessed to her..he wasn't UK at all..instead.. hewas a homeboy..strictly from the hood of Brooklyn..by way of Jamaica Queens NY.. the sistah was had..her mouth split in all kinds of dialect..she started acting him out..by this time ..i was da floor..sides hurting..where i started crying.. buckets of tears..the judge LYNN TOLER..SHE WAS TOO THROUGH WITH HIS ASS..after all he did..the nigga had the nerve to b..the one who brought charges against her in the first place..well let me tellya what this JUDGE TOLER DID..she not only gave the woman her respect and honor back..but..all the money he was asking for the rings..he wanted back..but the hand that served him lovely..while he was sitting on his ass..with no position..while she was paying 2 take care of him..he has to give her a everything liable...that means in the judge's term..all the time he put in2 her living expenses..children..and..are ya ready4 this..anger management for slapping her down..just because..she made him mad..the results..for pretending to be something he was not..he owned her thousands of dollars..with no sense or pocket change..lolol..just thought i mention..he was from QUEENS ORIGINALLY..AIN'T THAT A BITCH..MADE ME FEEL FUCKED UP...all BROTHAS IN QUEENS ARE NOT TAKERS..SOME HAVE GAVE ME RESPECT AND LOVE..PLEASE DON'T GET IT TWISTED...HOPE IT WAS GOOD 2 YA..IN MY WORDS..LIKE IT IS 4 YA.._MONEY..THE MORAL TO THIS..BE YOURSELF..B4 U GET WHAT'S COMING 2YA..LOL..MADE MY DAY..GOD DON'T LIKE UGLY AND HE DON'T TOO MUCH MAKE A DIFFERENCE IN PRETTY..TATA 4NOW..THE JIG IS UP..payback is a bitch..GET A REAL JOB..COME AS U ARE..I'M NOT YO' BABY SITTER..YA DIG..CREATE

THE ECOLOGY FACTOR

The tree of life...a beauty to be hold..becomes the earth's survival..a breath of fresh air..the dawn of a new day..our world..earth..our home.. what grows to nurish..performs when the sun shines as our safety..we need to abind from the elements..create the methods of restoration..begin where life calls for help..what grieves when nature's leaves will wither..drops.. falls..die..will you become the antidote.. a cure to wear life rejuvenated.. rare and strong..we was given a paradise..land to continue wearing as our skin the dirt within our length of time predicted..the respitorial..the lungs.. the scent of smell..the taste to adquire..strong bill of health..i see a robin breast sitting in it's mother's nest..where home consoles the earth's music..shares it's harmony..sings the sound God makes..where we would stare..smile..feed the effects of hearing..one of his gifts we learned as beauty..nothing the Lord takes for granted ..like humans do..and in the event of living..can we afford 2 neglect our communities..our HUMAMITY..who he has witnessed for so many generations..will we remain steadfast..become the energy saved..allow ourselves to forget change..when you look at this tree..what does it mean 2 youre future the security blanket of strength in our system..when will u take life serious..stop living among your means to stay commercialized.. manufactured with heirloams..expensive commodities...instead of replacing life as 2 do process...the intentions to worship life to recycle..clean.. be4 the tide rises above your means 2 save our surface..b4 the water becomes your end b4 the storms begin..be4 your mind eliminates positive ideas..ignore whats getting worse..right in your mist..the tree is a message..it comes as your refuse..were all LIVING..one circle..with a hole..black as the night.. when sight wears no sun..your worth is accountable..your time is limited..the sparrow is crying..the heart is denying..what wasn't ask to b animal..mineral.. human being..blessed..this was a decision owned and operated as..the life of the land of the beautiful..home of the brave n battle..the times spent..at your risk. we live as a solemn word sworn in as capital..let's stop the careless whisper and open up a can of whip ass reminders..if you don't save the enviornment.. living on the edge of doubt and dumbness..your air has begun to increase disease..better stop living so selfish..change your ways of thinking..give bac to this cycle..what rotates at 360..suddenly gets tired..cuts all that supplies a race going broke..sick and dying..without a cure..telethons are still pleading..think..whatcha gonna do...get buzzzzzy PLEASEEEEEEEEEEEE..STOP PLAYING GET moving>>>the branches of a tree represents Family..keep life living..keep love breathing..green shopping bags..relieve yourselves of plastics..it saves the air quality..PEACE..CREATE..Shayla... USE GREEN SHOPPING BAGS..NO PLASTICS BAGS OR CONTAINERS..