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Here's my opinion. We (parents and the adult society) accepted the rules of those who didn't have or never had children years ago. Today we are reaping what we've sown. I by all means do not agree that we all fit into this category but enough of us do. Bear with my thought. There was a time when schools held account to everything that went on with our children in school including attendance and discipline. Yes, there were cases of abuse reported and for that we allowed the court system to make the rules that governed not only discipline in the schools but in the home, the church and just about everywhere. Children are literally hands off. Today due to years of this type ruling there are no rules for them to abide to. They say anything, wear anything, and do anything to everyone. The parents can't control them in the homes, they don't control them in the school and we don't let them and church is a fairy tale in the homes where there is more fear of the system then fear of losing the child.You might ask yourself what am I saying. When we as parents neglect to monitor our children in the home we assist in the failure of their growth and productivity. This is what these prom pictures present. What parent monitored them in the home? I knew what my daughter's gown was going to look like. I paid for it so of course I knew what was being made. When we as parents don't monitor them in the schools we assist in the failure of their growth and productivity. When we go to the school and threaten to beat, cuss, and abuse the very people that are hired to educate and monitor our children. Threaten them with violence. The same violence our children display. Why would we expect them to stop them from wearing the gowns or outfits we let them leave from home in. We want everyone else to be responsible for the children we are the parents of. As a teacher why should they look out for our children when we neglect to look out for them. Yes they look like they're going to a pimp's ball. What do they look up to in the video's? What are the women wearing, how are the men treating them, and what do they see in the movies, the streets and in some of their homes.You reap what you sow!!!! What's your comment?Nanette M. BuchananAuthor, Family Secrets....Lies & Alibi's
Someone called him "Nigga", they yelled it from the door.His grandmother heard it in her bedroom, the pet name ripped her to the core."Hold up", he yelled from the window, "Need to tell Grams, I leaving."He approached his grandmother quietly, tears were flowing, he thought she was grieving."Gram, are you okay? What has upset you so?"She looked in her grandson's face only hoping he could see their souls.The souls of the heritage she knew, her raising was from the deep south,The souls that would cringe from the pain they suffered from the whips and chains, as the Masta's spat the name "Nigga'" from their mouths."Gram, why are you crying so? Are you hurt, what can I get for you?"The souls that took it all, in spite of it all, those who stood tall so you can do what you do."Gram, nod your head please speak to me, tell me what you need."The words of her grandson hit her heart he was a part of their seed.She patted her face with her tattered dress, calming herself to speak.He waited patiently, as the name "Nigga, yo Nigga" was spoken as though it was a beat.His grandmother shook her head and wept again, her grandsons feelings were touched.The love his grandmother had for him had been destroyed in one word, her teachings crushed.She taught him from the time he was able to walk he was the descendant of warriors and kings.If he answered to the call of "Nigga" or "boy" what did her teachings mean.She taught him that although his father and uncles were not what they were deemed to be.God would see her in the grave before she would let the streets take another from the family tree."Nigga you comin' or what? What you want me to do"Her grandson spoke ever so softly, "Gram you know I love you.""Go head man and don't yell no more......by the way my name is Raheem."He returned to his grandmother and opened his arms."Gram, tell me more about those kings."Copyright 2008Author, Nanette M. Buchanan
