A Tale of Two “Hoaxes”

If you’ve “met” me first here on this blog…or even read here occasionally, you’ll soon pick up on one of my ever-returning issues. Like a betrayed wife, I can hardly argue over who should let the dog out, without bringing up…. That Topic. I cannot get past it…and fair warning, I do not intend to try. In fact, I believe this issue could be the “teaching moment” of the Mid-term elections. I believe, if examined again in TRUTH and in terrible detail, this issue could define our Leftist government, its corruption, lies, and allies…in a way every parent, every family could understand.

Because everything you wanted to know about the Obama administration, I learned in the Duke Lacrosse Hoax.

To anyone who shrugs…”it’s an old story.” The Holocaust and slavery are old stories…albeit more horrific in their scale…but none the less instructive in the waywardness of the powerful hatred of human bias. I refuse to accept only SOME stories can be told anymore!

It seems odd to say that peripheral participation in a terrible ordeal of others could so permanently effect me…but it did. I’ll admit I have always been an emotional person and I’ll confess to an intensified sense of right and wrong. I’ve been told (by friends) that I am happiest when I am “up to my neck in alligators.” But I could never have predicted that watching a live afternoon news event in 2006 would leave me doubting so many institutions, individuals, and iconic organizations that, until that day and the stunning days that followed, I had revered.

The Shirley Sherrod flap would amuse me if it did not evoke the worst of the Duke tragedy. The NAACP and its Leftist allies in politics and media are having the vapors over the two-day ordeal of a woman they say was unfairly misrepresented.

But in every discussion, every debate..I’d like two words flung back at them: Duke Lacrosse . Hey, any of you in the NAACP…do you want to talk false accusations, media lies, the fear of… not a job loss…but thirty years of young lives lost..innocent kids incarcerated , their friends forever tarnished?

I’m game!

You want to talk retribution against Breitbart’s edited video? Okay, but…let’s ALSO talk about the NCNAACP’s infamous case description…that anchored their official website long after the boys were declared INNOCENT by the Democratic AG of the state of North Carolina.

The NAACP seems to think that “the past” is a trump card for THEIR abuses, attitudes, and outrages in the present. The Left adheres to the position that “once a victim, always a victim” and the membership for victimhood is now closed. The Duke Lacrosse kids and their loved ones need not apply.

To return to my betrayed wife example…the NAACP wants to say that there is no expiration date on their old hurts and therefore THEY have no accountability at all in our “relationship.” Can any marriage, family, or diverse society of people advance or survive when one of the partners insists on that prevailing idea?

Let me be clear, certainly not all of the Black community feels this way. Only the loudest voices on the Left. It’s past time we stood up to this and shouted back…”Duke Lacrosse! Duke Lacrosse! Duke Lacrosse!”

As the election season approaches …buy your friends a copy of “Until Proven Innocent.” Tell them to use it as a tactical handbook to how the Left operates. The companion book is “It’s not about the Truth.”

The title of course comes from the answer Coach Pressler was given by Athletic Director Joe Alleva as to why Duke was firing him…when in mere days, the DNA would clear the boys. Wait for the truth, he implored.

“It’s not ABOUT the Truth.” he was told. And so it wasn’t.

There may have been confusion and outrage that had at its basis good faith in the beginning. But, in a short period of time, Innocence was evident. This was the turning point for me. The awful moment when my own innocence and naiveté were shattered. There followed a long, hideous display of prosecutorial outrage, right before our eyes, sanctioned and spear-headed by the NC-NAACP. Leftist Duke Professors and the Black leadership of Durham.

It was blatant. It was blood-thirsty. And it was heart-breaking to all who had once believed in the integrity of these individuals and institutions.

Past wrongs entitle the NAACP and all of their skin hue…to our sensitivity, our steadfast attention, and our action when real NEW wrongs are uncovered.
Past wrongs do not entitle the NAACP to a free pass for their own outrageous behaviors, their biases, or their 18 month campaign to railroad three innocent kids because…because…they were “owed.”

Somebody needs to tell them and tell America in the midterms…that’s NOT equality, that is false entitlement…that is arrogance….that is the lowest of human responses. What we demand others to be, we must be ourselves.

As we approach the Midterms…let’s look at what happened to Shirley Sherrod.

Then, let’s discuss IN DEPTH the Duke Lacrosse Frame and saga.

That’s what I’ll be doing here. Anybody want to join me?

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“Rev Wright” is Coming to Wall Street

I might soon be applying for a Wall Street job. The fact that my simple addition skills are problematic and my checkbook is in a constant state of disarray, should not deter me from being a serious candidate. Our Leftist government has the boot on the neck of Wall Street now to demand women and minorities be given preferential treatment. There will be a scramble to employ any Doofus who has the right sex or skin hue. And a pressure to keep them….no matter how poor their job performance. Why not me?

My…how we are progressing along the road to a post-racial nation under President Obama and his pals in Congress! The trick has become not to hear Obama’s words, but watch what he and his troops hide in the Laws or say behind doors at the DOJ. What Billionaire John Kerry is…. to paying his fair share of taxes…Obama is…. to bringing our nation together as one people. Don’t listen…look at what they HIDE!

Pull up a chair to Dr. King’s table of Brotherhood …oops, NOT THERE! Obama has reserved those seats for “certain people.” Not the most qualified, the most experienced, the best and the brightest…no, special people who are the in the elite Pay-back Club. Special people who have the security of not having to compete….no, just be the sex or race that they are…to be installed in a job and enshrined forever (out of fear of lawsuits or Obama’s boot on the neck.)

We must all live in fear now of the Obama “ass-kick.”

Obama’s “hope” exists only for SELECTED victim-populations that will secure his power; his “change” is the most hostile attitude toward private business that this nation has ever seen. Bureaucrats everywhere…demanding certain genders and skin colors get hired and pushed ahead! Intruding, imposing, inflicting themselves..these people who have never met a pay-roll or sweated a start-up….into every area of American life. Ignorant bureaucrats emboldened by Obama to be between us and our doctors, our jobs, even, by God…our menu choices!

Much of this is being written BY STEALTH into legislation. Not discussed, not debated, IMPOSED!

A long time ago, I had a dream too. I had a dream that the evil, hurt and nonsense that skin hue was any different from eye color as a determinant of anything…would disappear. I had a dream if that my generation would stand up to the racist attitudes in our own families, that my children’s generation would never remember that such skewed thinking ever existed. I believe the best test for any of us on post-racial attitudes is to honestly judge the population of our own hearts. Who’s in there, folks? Look hard and you’ll have your answer.

Look hard at Obama’s heart. I bet you’d find his “mentor”, Rev Wright, sitting in Obama’s front heart-pew.

His Mentor.

I asked myself during the election, could I have spent 20 years in a pew listening to the racist vitriol of a white clone of Reverend Wright? Would I have subjected my little children to such a divisive, ugly mindset week after week? Could I have called such a man…”my Mentor?” Is there any excuse for a man who retired to the American dream of a million dollar home in a gated community…to be tolerated for preaching words and attitudes that breed an exclusivity of anger…that foster a new generation of separatism and hate? But Mr. Obama wallowed in that hate week after week.

American chose to look the other way and believe Obama’s protestations over his weekly seat in that front row pew. But we are seeing in his policies, actions, and non-actions…that Wright’s words have seeped into Obama’s presidency.

The Payback Presidency.

The result is apologizing to despots and dictators for “God-damn America”…the result is policies that protect certain racial civil rights, but ignore others…the result is decisions that prosecute White hate groups but coddle Black hate groups…the result is stealth laws that DEMAND jobs in a recession for certain races, but deny others. The result is not looking at both the NAACP and the TEA Parties as collections of people, including FLAWED people, behind faces in all colors. How ridiculous to elevate the NAACP to some collection of sainted all-knowing all-virtuous victims…who, by their victimhood ALONE, are never human enough to be wrong or unangelic enough to be accountable for THEIR OWN biased actions.

In North Carolina, in 2006, the NAACP insisted a drug addled hardened Prostitute who was pulled drunk from another Strippers car…with the Louvre of local DNA in her filthy underwear…was Durham’s finest example of virtuous Black womanhood. And they pushed those lies on their official Website where those who might still trust their long-gone integrity…MIGHT have come for the truth. There has been no outrage or outcry. No apologies, no demand that anyone be censored. Where were all those people having the vapors NOW over Andrew Breitbart’s ONE video? Two YEARS of damnable NAACP LIES that might have cost three kids the rest of their lives in jail…in a city that would sit a predominantly Black jury. Not a job…their LIVES!

But all those Progressive eyes and hearts just shrugged and turned away.

The Duke Lacrosse Frame should be part of the next election cycle…it is the supreme spit-in-the-eye to any charge from the NAACP of racism.

I am amazed at how betrayed and angry I feel at an organization that I once revered.

I am amazed at how angry and betrayed I feel by the Obama con-job.

My generation, Black and White…began a march toward something better for ourselves and our children. This is something…generationally, that is almost holy to us. It is being defaced by the “Reverend Wright” mindset of this Presidency.

And THAT is the most egregious, terrifying and tragic aspect of this Presidency….Obama is taking us back. Taking us back to attitudes and emotional places that drive us farther apart. He is creating an attitude that Blacks are the Bosses’ Son now. Hired for WHOM they are not what they can do. Protected for WHOM they are and not how they perform. And. most of us know, in the workplace, and in our homes…how we come to despise the Bosses’ Son. What good, what unity can come of this?

Charlie Rangel…the tax thief…is Today’s Bosses Son. Why-ever should a thief of any Party, Race, Gender or Ethnicity NOT be driven out of Congress in disgrace? How DARE anyone demand he be treated with special favors?

Obama is ushering back in an odious era we struggled to put behind us…only the favored skin hues have changed. Is THAT progressive? Is that moving us forward to be one people? Is that Martin Luther King’s dream?

New anger, new enmities will arise out of this “selective empathy” and “special treatment.” I am befuddled that anyone who truly cares about a color-blind community of ONE…can back Obama’s blatant political attempt to keep us in our racial, gender, and social boxes…all to wield political power for HIMSELF . Obama is the worst kind of demagogue….he divides US to conquer for himself. He has to create enemies, ferment anger…to centralize wealth and power where he wants it. But in doing so, he has undone the progress we have made toward racial unity.

Why do we have societies for “colored people?” Societies for only women? Organization to promote certain “boxes” of people over other people? I believe excellence is found in all genders and nationalities and skin hues. Are these groups saying it isn’t? For HOW LONG, do they need a government intervention to get or keep a job? How long must Obama make certain people “special” and “quota-favored” until…in what generation…will THE OTHERS demand payback. And the ugly wheel turn again?

If this happens…and if Obama continues this way…it will…his legacy will be Black Jim Crow. Or maybe not even that. Separate…but, under our Progressive government’s eye…never “equal.”

What’s “progressive” or enlightening or forward thinking about THAT?

I wonder what MLK would say.

Because our first Black President, Dr. King…has scammed your Dream.

Bad Bedroom Encounters

We have a different routine now on Sundays. For many years, we had a quick breakfast, dressed and left for Church. We are now, as I like to say, “recovering Episcopalians.”

This has been one of the most painful transitions in my life.

We were not just faces in the Congregation either. My husband was a lay reader and for years,in our Chicago Church, the Senior Warden. He chaired Faith Alive when that program came to our Church; he was President of the Brotherhood of St Andrew. I taught Sunday School, for years ran the Youth Program, chaired our Canturbury Faire, and was President of Episcopal Churchwomen. We gave generously as well. We were committed Episcopalians in every possible way.

September 11, 2001, was the “Finding the Girlfriend in your Husband’s Bed” moment for us and our Church. It was the painful revelation that this spiritual cocoon in which we were raised and that we supported with not only tithe but personal time…was a stranger to us. Our Youngest Daughter had been in New York City that terrible morning. In the evening, I attended an ecumenical service at our Church. I remember a stranger loaned me a handkerchief and then we cried together. She told me her husband was a fireman and might be going to Ground Zero. We held each other like old friends. We “ministered” to each other’s fear and grief.

I think that was the last comforting, spiritual moment I had in that Church.

The first sermon, the first Sunday after the tragedy, was given by a visiting woman Priest….excusing the terror and implying America deserved this. As she came down the ailse giving the “Peace”…I held her hand and said, “It’s obvious no one YOU loved was in NYC or Washington or on a plane last Tuesday…or you could never have preached such an offensive sermon.”

She looked startled. Probably back up at the Diocesan Central Command, they had been sympathizing with the hijackers all week.

Our Rector was more subtle in his subsequent sermons…but the Diocesan newsletter was not. It became more and more politicized, especially after the start of the Iraq War. He advised me to “stop reading it.” I should think of the work that lay before us in our community and all that could be achieved.

My husband called that “Shut-up, Put up, and Pay up.”

Our Presiding Bishop was quoted as saying he was “ashamed to be an American.” Oh yeah, Well, I was ashamed to be an Episcopalian.

At one point, our Rector invited a group of Muslims to explain their faith. I told him I was reading the entire Koran and taking notes for questions.

He told me there would be “no questions.”

So essentially, we were presenting not dialogue, but one -sided propaganda. In our church.

Sunday services had the aura of Left Wing political presentations. There were committees in the Diocese to send busloads of protesters to D.C. against the War…but nothing to support the Troops. My Son was one of those possible troops.

We decided to take our donations and fund a local “Operation Support Our Troops” through USMA. That became our project for the next few years.

One Sunday, my husband said…”We’re outta here.”

And so we were.

This was the Church I was christened, confirmed and married in…whose liturgy I knew by heart. But I found myself in bed with a Left-wing ideology and there was nothing much remaining of the Church or it’s missions that I once knew. I came to church for prayer, not a political message.

We have never regretting leaving, but I have mournfully regretted the loss of being “churched.”

Today, I’m reading about the NAACP’s condemnation of the Tea Parties.

This is another old love of mine that had morphed into something unrecognizable…a cog in the Leftist political machinery. In the Duke Lacrosse frame, The NCNACCP prostituted every precious principle they held for payback…and for a flex of political power. They advocated for rigged line-ups, altered police notes, defense gag orders, witness intimidation, and especially indictment with NO evidence.

They turned on a Black witness, an immigrant who feared losing his chance at citizenship, who stepped forward courageously and told the truth. But the NAACP is no longer amenable to The Truth. The NCNAACP kept a pack of vicious out-right lies and fabrications on its official website… well after the Frame was demolished….lies that were already REFUTED early on by court documents and medical reports. They left them there shamefully… for anyone who TRUSTED THEIR VERACITY to be misled.

The NCNAACP assisted what the Democratic AG called “a rogue prosecutor” with “no evidence” in framing three innocent kids…in some horrific display of a political temper tantrum fueled by reverse racism.

This is not the honor-bound NAACP of old. This is not an Organization that has any moral authority to point fingers. Even if I were to concede that elements of the Tea Parties are racist…Good God…today’s NAACP harbors an immense racist element of its own! Check out your own mote, people, before you set up your optometry services!

Memo to the Tea Parties: read any of the books about the Duke Lacrosse case. You’ll have great fun with this.

This Old Love we found in bed with a Durham prostitute with a police record and a 2000 page medical record and MENTAL, alcohol and drug problems… who is now facing arson charges. The betrayal was not just sorrowful..but deeply shameful. Those whose dignity and moral fortitude inspired a generation to confront their own families and reject racism everywhere we encountered it…has now shown itself to be an example of institutional racism itself. Skin hue trumps human solidarity every time.

Blacks who want what we want, what MLK wanted…now are going to have to do what we DID.

Confront Racism in those Black faces THEY love. It’s there and it’s appalling.

The NAACP is now just a shell of itself and a political shill of the Democratic Party…where it believes its political muscle lies. This Old Love is no longer recognizable. We thought we were in the embrace of the an Inspirational Star…but in morning light, we awake to see that today’s NAACP is really more like Mel Gibson’s mirror image.

Sickening to listen to…and no “Jesus” in either of them after all.

Update: great article here on the NAACP’s desperate playing of the race card.

The Secular Evangelicals

Two years ago, at the Holidays, Youngest Daughter arrived home and usurped my spot at the computer. “I’ve got a special gift for you, Mom. I’m going to sign you up to Facebook and then you can spy on me.”

And so she did.

Things went pretty well at first.

My other two children and my Godchild deigned to become my “friends.” (The Son subsequently has had me playing a game on there that I cannot figure out…but that’s another post.) I became friends with my nephew, my college roommate, and a couple others and then, alas… somehow, I locked myself out of my account for about 9 months. This is very par for the course in my cyber-life. Stuff happens and I have no idea why.

But I didn’t miss much about Facebook.

I really don’t think anyone out there in cyberspace is waiting with baited breath for updates on my well-pump issues or breaking news on me starting a load of laundry….which seems to be the point of most of it. And I don’t think there’s anything truly “social” about the apartheid of the Internet…and without the true intimacy of face to face social encounters. But I did miss the the pictures and…the interaction with my far away children.

Finally, I started a new account…and was back in business. Not knowing quite what to do with myself there, I started posting some links to articles I liked…thinking (wishing, hoping) maybe one of my blood-related “friends” would read them. At the least, it might help to explain where I am coming from in my opinions…and why I see things as I do. Recently, I’ve figured out how to upload pictures. Very nice.

Let me say right here, I perceive it’s the norm on Facebook to accumulate many, many friends. This looks exhausting to me. I have a family, I write, I have a business, I volunteer, I have a social life…I have real flesh and blood friends interacting with me every day…I just want to keep my Facebook domain very, very small. To that end, I have removed everything I think could help in a search. I don’t want to be found or be befriended. I’m happy with the 15 people who are at my cyber-tea party now.

But two or three old college friends found me before I shut down my Info-wall. I’m glad they did. They are interesting people.

One of them is Phyl…another former English major with a great wit and a great mind. Since we reconnected on Facebook, she has informed me she is now a Marxist…or as she describes herself on her page “a dirty, hippie Commie.” We are two old friends, bound by fond memories who now, politically, could not be further apart. An entertaining little debate has ensued…where we pop in to post counterpoints on each others comments. There is always an undercurrent of the old affection…so it’s pleasant. But I’m beginning to notice a pattern.

There is a strange religiosity about the Left. Having abandoned main steam religion, they have replicated the fervor of the far-right Christian evangelicals except in their secular beliefs. They are as pure, dogmatic, and unwilling to critique their Faith or any member of their Flock… as ole Jerry Falwell.

They are true believers…and anyone who disagrees must be not debated, but shut down, silenced…as People of the Lie.

The Left have their priests…Obama, far-left politicians, Climate Scientists, University Professors like Duke’s 88. These are the proselytizers of their gospels. And like any religious doctrine, only true believers, repeaters of doctrine will be hired in their faculty enclaves, or welcomed to there scientific discussions. Science that is not open to contradictory data, to rough and tumble rigorous debate…is religion. Academic institutions that only admit like believers are monasteries.

The Monasteries of American Academia and Green Science are closed to the infidel.

The New Left has their “gospels”, taken on faith as absolute truth always…the New York Times, WAPO, Leftist blogs.

This week Phyl asked me, if the Black Panther story is legit, why are none of the mainstream media covering it? I remember an evangelical telling me that if something were true it must be found in the Bible….as if absence alone from their gospels was proof of incredibility.

Same type of religious thinking.

My old friend has absolute, nun-like faith in these Prophets of the Left, when they DO speak… as the only REAL purveyors of Truth. And like the fervently devout everywhere, I doubt she allows her quick mind to be sullied anywhere else, by reading anything else, or being open to fresh, not fermented dogma-ideas. If she were do do so…this might require hours of self flagellation kneeling before “The Holy Pillars of The One WE Have Been Waiting For.”

There is a pattern in her rebuttal to me…quoting unsourced, exclusively Left wing editorials or blogs..where she cannot even apparently discern provable fact from partisan rant. Often she provides no links to actual events to back up assertions. She just BELIEVES. Like her, she expects I will also accept all on Faith.

She forgets I am a veteran of the Duke Lacrosse Frame-up. I know now…that the objective is not now nor ever has been…about The Truth. I understand the MSM and Academia now…in a way I did not before 2006.

As we learned in the Duke Hoax, the MSM is undeniably biased in what it will and will NOT report, in the skew of its headlines, in the emotional slant in a so-called news article (The seasoned prostitute chock full of non LAX DNA in every orifice of her body was commonly referred to as “shy,young, college student Mother…new to dancing.”) But it is also too often sloppy, lazy, and misleadingly untruthful in its assertions. Facts…like a rape so violent the girl’s fingernails were “ripped off”…failed to address the fact they were Lee press-on nails. The NYT did an especially mortifying article (for them) savaged beautifully here.

But Phyl quotes these sources as she simultaneously condemns Fox. To me, they are two sides of one coin. WE need to probe deeper, watch actual videos,watch these hideous panels, read the documents. The brilliant LAX attorneys fought a MSM manufactured racist Lynch mob…with the release of actual depositions and data. We need to source our opinions that way as well.

Additionally, those of us who had to stand and rebut our parents view of race….and those of us who believed in MLK’s dream AS IT WAS ARTICULATED…need to be vigilant for that dream today. Power and anger and fear corrupt. There is a new type of racism who has it’s roots in empathy and guilt from the past….but is not learning from it. One hundred years from now, there may be reparations due to the descendants of those kept from the polls by Black Panthers, kept from jobs in subsequent hard times by racial set-asides and quotas, or indicted on trumped up charges so a White Politician can win an election in a Black City.

That’s not progress…that’s the circle of damnable repetition.

But it’s one of the missionary projects of a powerful new evangelical movement…the Leftist Socialist Church of the Secular Divine.

Yes…AGAIN.

Sources on the Liestoppers Blog indicate that Crystal Gayle Mangum, whose global book tour was interrupted by an unfortunate incarceration…will give a press conference this Wednesday outside her home.

All indications are that she is about to announce yet ANOTHER victimization of herself. This is now the stuff of thunderbolts and gypsy curses..a series of events that might inspire future revisionists of the Bible to edit out the accursed but now unimpressive Job….in favor of the all time supreme long-suffering Mangum. Yes, Job held his own admirably for centuries,till Mangum came on the scene…but on the Travails and Tribulations highway…he is just your local UPS driver compared to Mangum’s Ice Road Trucker.

Mangum is the penultimate woman “more sinning against than sinning”…at least in the creaking windmills of her mind and apparently,among her cult following.

Consider the following: to date she has (falsely) accused three Black men and then three White men of violently assaulting her..creating some sort of a equal opportunity Rainbow coalition of Gang Rapists. She has accused her ex-husband (the non-father of her children conceived during their marriage) of attempting to murder her. Before she became, according to the local News and Observer…”a shy young Mother, new to dancing”…she was subjected to a disastrous lap-“frolicking” try-out…which forced her to steal a cab and be traumatized by nearly hitting a cop who had the temerity to leap in her path.

Furthermore, her professional life was marred by further victimization at her “performance obligations” by both clients, co-workers and management ..culminating at its pinnacle in her go-go attire hitting the gravel in the Platinum Club parking lot.

During the Lacrosse Frame, she was cruelly misrepresented by her cross-dressing cousin Clyde on national TV…and by rumors that the child she was to bear was the Duke Lacrosse Baby. Mangum then endured the withering disappointment of the Wise Men of Durham when, lo, they arrived at the Nativity-Scene-to-Save-the-Case…and found to their eternal dismay…that things didn’t SHA_A_A_KE out.

And, yes, when the Duke Lacrosse team was exonerated despite her tireless continued efforts to create new and varied stories to implicate them…Mangum was forced to face her bad karma again. Obviously, she was a victim of an ill-located Laundrymat, visits to which so inconvenienced her…that the Rape Kit contained all that unfortunate non-LAX DNA. She also mourned the reputational and professional demise of her two REAL friends, D.A. Mike Nifong and Investigator Linwood Wilson. Not only is the former no longer a District Attorney (or even an attorney) and the latter, no longer an Investigator, but one has been to jail and the other might be going.

Requests for a Crystal/Linwood penal roommate situation remain at this date in limbo.

Mangum next faced the Foul Winds of Fate, when her Meant-to-Be Best Seller became a Throw-the Trash-down-the Well-er…and failed to generate money from White Boys, Black girls or any combination of gender and skin hue.

If you have any tears, prepare to shed them now.

In the latest, most foul and fickle manifestation of her Supreme Victimhood, Mangum, who once was embraced by her home town of Durham as some cross between Melanie Wilkes and Mother Teresa, now finds herself under indictment and, according to her, under harassment by the police and powers that be. Enduring an assault from another evil male entrant into her life…an incident of spontaneous combustion broke out in her bathroom..whilst she was trying to not to leave this Beau with a bad goodbye. The police arrived on the scene, and after communicating with the Carpetbagger Jihad Central Command in D.C…carted Crystal off, made the bail too high when they know her book didn’t sell…and have even perhaps fabricated evidence.

Actually, what all they have done…we don’t know. We must await the Presser this Wednesday for details.

What will Crystal Mangum say now?

Are the Durham powers-that-be trying to kick Sister Survivor off the Island?

Will Crystal never find a Good Man, an uneventful Bathroom, or a convenient Laundrymat?

Are Duke and the NCNAACP asking themselves…”Can this Metanarrative be saved?”

Check back to StMaryMead this Wednesday for breaking details.