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RACISM BREAKS RECORDS AT ALIVE @ FIVE BOYZ II MEN CONCERT ON THE GREEN
On Thursday, July 16, 2015 my mother, Avis, my friend who is a producer on WEBE 101.9 FM, and I, producer of Talk 2 Me Media went to Alive @ Five. It was a very hot day, so we prepared by bringing water, juice, some light snacks, not to mention our chairs. My mother is retired after 37 years from the post office and has problems with her feet. I, on the other hand brought my chair to sit in the audience after I complete coverage for the event which was my purpose for going and to support a friend who was opening up, Omar Wilson. I have problems with my hip every now and then so everyone was attempting to ensure their comfortably for the concert and hot weather. However, unbeknownst to us; all chairs, beverages, and food was prohibited from entering in, even for those doing media. Luckily, my cousin who was doing delivery’s for the post office, a postal worker, passed by my car as we parked and got out. We chatted and my friend and I started to pack beverages in the cooler in the trunk along with ice we purchased, and some food. Angel, told us that everything had changed and she believed no drinks, food, or coolers were allowed in any longer but she wasn’t sure about the chairs. So, we had to make a decision knowing that if we couldn’t bring these things in we weren’t throwing it away, so we sat in the car, drank as much as we could, and ate. We then walked with our chairs to the entrance which is where we saw signs saying, “No bags, chairs, beverages, etc. were allowed in pass the entrance lines” even those with media passes, like myself. I was given a pass for this day plus the Shaggy concert to come on August 13th. I had planned to cover both events.
Anyhow, we told my mother to stay near the entrance which was packed with several lines. Most of the older adults, and elderly came out of the line or never joined the line. They had chairs to sit to enjoy the concert which I know was allowed in the past for Alive @ Five (pictures will be attached when I covered Al Jareau and people brought seats). I felt bad for the elderly. One elderly woman was accompanied by a younger woman who had to keep moving her chair ever so many feet until the senior reached the chair because she couldn’t walk the entire way back to the car without inching her way there. Many people were upset because they had to leave and had walked far to attend the event. My friend and I went back to the car to drop of the chairs while my mother waited on a bench near the entrance with some people she knew. It was very annoying, and aggravating to have to travel all the way back to the car and not be able to even bring in bottled water for the show. I needed my water to later take my diabetic medication and high blood pressure medicine which I no longer had the option of doing without being forced to patronize one of the restaurants in the green area where the concert was encompassed by. It was police around, security, and blockades all over. It’s unfortunate because I recall a time long before the companies from NY relocated to the Stamford area, such as USB, and the Swiss Bank and Alive @ Five was free to public, and guests for any concert could bring whatever they needed to be comfortable. They claim this all changed due to the violence that occurred from someone in a restaurant last year who caused a disturbance because he was drunk. I’m not condoning this person’s behavior but why is it that the concerts done on Wednesday’s like when Gloria Gaynor came to perform, and concerts being done on the green that Alive @ Five isn’t responsible not have these same issues? From a Wednesday to a Thursday what changes? And if the issues stems from alcohol use why do they have alcohol as an option to purchase during these concerts? I attended New Haven on the green, Bridgeport on the green and no issues even with much larger crowds attending those events, and there’s no admission fee, or prohibition of chairs, beverages, or food when attending their concerts.
Anyhow, I move through the 35 and older crowd so that I can check in for media which is what I normally do at the Prudential or any other place where I’m scheduled to get coverage. My mother and friend waited in the 35 and older line for about 30 minutes before entering into the designated small space where attendees were allowed to roam and walk around, or go straight to the green area and squeeze their way in to try to get a view of the stage.
When I got to the media area blocked off by a gate that gave access to the side, and front of stage (adjacent from Curley’s restaurant) a security was standing there, and the “Bull Dog” (so the security called her and some members of the Alive @ Five team), MaryAnn. I remembered her from covering the Al Jareau concert. She was the same woman who had a nasty disposition, and horrible way of speaking to people. I remembered the inexcusable way in which she was approaching me then which is why I took so long to come back to do media again. She walked up to the gate, and I told her who I was and that I was here to cover the event. My press pass was around my neck so it was clear that I had been cleared to do media. She was hesitant about letting me in, and told me I had to wait. I asked why because there appeared to be a waiting area in front of me which was clearly visible to those allowed in the area. I had no reason to believe that that didn’t include press. I saw other people on the other side of the gate who didn’t seem to be working members of the team, and they weren’t wearing T shirts with the name on the front as other workers had on including MaryAnn herself. She said no one is on the stage as if to say, “I’m not letting you in because no one is performing yet.” I watched about 3-4 people strolling back and forth, waiting areas under tented shelters spots off the side looking to see if I saw all access or media passes. It’s funny I didn’t see that. On top of it there was someone from the press already inside near the stage while no one was performing, but there was people setting up instruments, including my friend Henry Jones. It was too hot to argue and I knew this woman had a real problem for the last time. Finally she let me in after about 10 minutes of me waiting at the gate. I went in, and my friend Omar, ran over to me and gave a sweet hug-thanking me for coming. I was elated seeing him, and his background vocalist, Tiffany T’Zelle, who was another friend of mines who was going to doing vocals for Omar. We all chatted for a few moments because they were about to go on. So, we took a couple of pictures together before they got on. I told Omar and Tif I wanted an interview with them once they got off. Omar said, “No doubt!” “Of course, sure,” Tif said.
Meanwhile, from my peripheral vision I see that MaryAnn was watching me as I conversed with Omar, and Tif and spoke to Henry before they began. She was watching me as if I stole something, and had no right to be backstage. I was trying to focus on my reason for being there and not let this large, grumpy, white woman ruin my day. However, as soon as they were on stage and the music started she came up to me and said in a harsh and very sharp tone, “Three songs got go,” quick and abrupt. I said, “What?” So MaryAnn, yelled, “Three songs and you gotta leave!” I said, “I need to get an interview with them once they get off. These are my friends. Isn’t this why I’m here to get coverage,” I asked feeling annoyed at this point. I said, “Okay, but I still need to get an interview with them once they get off.” I walked away to avoid a verbal altercation from taking place because I didn’t see her say that to any other person with a media pass, or the fashion in which see said it. I moved to the front the stage trying to ignore this miserable woman. I took some footage.
Omar Wilson, a native of Norwalk, CT was doing such a fantabulous job on stage. I was so happy for him and Tif. He sang one of my favorite’s by Otis Redding, “I was born by the river,” which he had done as a feature at my annual talent showcase and competition, “A Star is Born-Again,” in 2010. His deep sultry sound captivated the ladies in the audience. You could hear the women screaming and yelling. Tiffany and the other background vocalists were superb. They sounds complimented each other. I could feel that joy and passion Omar had penetrating from the front of the stage, and the hate burning into my face and back by the Alive @ Five worker, MaryAnn.
Once they were done, and I tried my best to save some space in my camera for recording and my cell for pictures too; I moved toward the chairs near the gate where Tif’s niece was waiting, and to give them some space as I took more pics of Omar interacting with from the audience, and of Tif. MaryAnn was about to approach me once again-no other media person-until she saw Tif and I move away from stage, gate, and back to small tented area on the side of Curley’s to have some peace and quiet for the interview which I recorded (you’ll here that on upcoming broadcast of Talk 2 Me radio on 8/10/15). It was such a delight speaking to her, and I hadn’t seen her in a couple of years so we did the interview, and talked for a few minutes until I went back over to where Omar was talking to some family and friends. I took more pics of them together, on the outside of gate which is where he moved to before he came back in the gate were media people should’ve been allowed to stay, and not have to keep going back and forth in the gate. Omar pulled me over to the same area Tif and I had stood to do the interview. Omar’s and I were just talking about life, and it came natural the questions to ask as with Tif, and the advice I shared with him as a successful aspiring recording artist. Omar and Tif are both true gems, and diamonds in the rough. It was a pleasure interviewing and seeing both of them.
I followed Omar out the gate because MaryAnn was approaching me and she said to me that I had to leave which made no darn sense to me. I left because I wanted to go and find my mother and friend, and bring my mother to say hello to Omar since she hadn’t seen him in a while, and to introduce her to my friend Tiffany. It took a while to find them, but once I did they came and we all took pictures, Omar with his family, and couple with my mother. Then I took pics with everyone, and spoke to those who had come up to me that hadn’t seen me in a while. It was enjoyable and like a reunion –minus the antics of MaryAnn, and her vile and nauseating disposition towards me, in particular. I tried my best to ignore her. It was very obvious I was her target.
While my mother, friend, and I had finished socializing, I went back to the gate to see if I’d be let in. Another worker was standing at the gate, a man. I asked him what was MaryAnn’s problem? I told him that if she wasn’t able to handle a mix of people then why was she let outside to mix and mingle with the crowd, instead of performing a job behind the scenes were should wouldn’t offend, or be in a position to be mean and hateful? He told me she was their “Bull Dog” and laughed very lightly about it as though he really wanted to agree with me, but couldn’t or wouldn’t. I told him she was out of line, and had no reason to treat people that way in which she was doing. He said he knows, but kept pretty much quiet about it. She was watching me talk to him the whole time and refused to give the okay for me to wait where all the rest of the media was waiting, and on the 15+ empty chairs. I asked her politely if I could wait, and sit on the empty chairs until the show started up again. She said no. I asked why not? I said, “there are empty seats right there.” I felt my hip beginning to hurt, but I knew I had to hold on. This was unbelievable. She had no reason for why I couldn’t wait there, nor sit in the chairs no one was using. What she did do is go get another worker to pick up most of the chairs and remove them only leaving about 5-7 chairs approximately that I REPEAT- NO ONE WAS USING AT THE TIME. Sick. I told at that point she had the devil in her, and that she needed Jesus. I said, “Why are you out here working with people if you can’t handle it, or seem like you like people? What is your problem? You have a very nasty disposition, and you need deliverance.” My mother and friend saw what was happening as did the security who now took over standing at the gate for media to enter. (I guess I wasn’t media lol I’ve only been doing this for about 10 for my column & 5 for radio). So, one of Omar’s workers came over as he witnessed this as well, and told my mother that all three of us could come to the other side of the stage where there is a designated space for Omar’s friends. My mother pleaded the blood of Jesus to Mary Ann (mind you we were leaving that area so that we could move to the spot Omar’s friend had directed us to). We found the other side and so I stayed there for a while until it was just about time for the main attraction to come on. I felt good about leaving them because they were upstairs in a square shaped area that was gated in near the stage (opposite MaryAnn separated by the crowd).
Eventually, I rushed back to the other side saying to myself that misery likes company and keep your cool although you know this must be a racial thing because I was the only African American person with a media pass, but it’s crazy because they issued it to me, but refuse to treat me like media. I stood at the gate and chatted with the security about the situation. MaryAnn stood in front of me, “…you can’t come in.” I just looked at her and laughed to myself. I said to her, “Why are those two ladies sitting there with no pass at all? You had nothing to say. I then recognized one lady from the Al Jareau concert who was sitting side stage then. The singing group, Boyz II Men, pulled up in vans, got out, and went directly on to the stage. So, I said to her, “When are you going to let me in? Isn’t this why I’m here?” She huffed and puffed like one of the three pigs, and told the security to let me in. “THREE SONGS FIRST THREE SONGS THAT’S IT AND YOU GOTTA GO!” I ignored her because the lady from the Al Jareauconcert, and her friend were nudging me to come over and stand where they were. The lady who was sitting I had met before got up and hugged me. I said to her, “Are you media? I don’t see a pass?” She said, “No girl, our family works here so we always get to come back stage because they know we have too many of our family working her, and don’t want to get nothing started. I just looked at MaryAnn from a short distance with complete disgust, and contempt for her lying, hateful ways, and prayed to God inside for strength.
I moved to the areas were the other media people were and took my footage. I could see MaryAnn going over to a woman and talking to her about me which I later learned was a woman named Lynn, who apparently made all the decisions. Then she proceeded to wobble her big self over to the Mayor to discuss me which was more than obvious. Unbelievable! She was totally childish, and I didn’t care because a handful of my friends in the Black community helped promote him to help get him in office although, I was routing for Deacon Callion to win office. I covered the event around at the Trevon Martin rally at the Government Center where my friend threw the event that he was given a chance to speak at to gain some votes from our community. I’m alumni of WJCC in business administration-certified through the state, WBDC, PARENT’S SEE, PLTI, and former Chair of Communications for the NAACP in Stamford and in Bridgeport, and on this year completed state certfication with the Center for Family Justice on Domestic Violence & Sexual Assault (holding 6 CT State Certifications); in addition to being an ordained minister and completing Pastoral Counseling & theology courses. So, I wasn’t impressed with her antics, and even was discussing her to my friend an alumni of PLTI who works in the government center who saw how she was treating me, Eden Huang, and told me to contact the board for Alive @ Five because she was disappointed in her actions. She was taken back when she was how MaryAnn was talking to me, and how she kept watching me at one point when I was on the outside of the gate. And this isn’t racial? What is it then? Anyhow, as I was saying I never did care to have him in office.Many of the media moved back to the seated area and back of the stage while the group was performing. MaryAnn wobbled all the way around the stage to get me, and tell me no more pictures as she grinned with a devilish smirk on her face. I laughed and said, “God bless you MaryAnn.” I walked over to the seated area (side stage) and stood next to the two woman who had no passes at all, one seated and the other who took pics like myself who now-all of a sudden-had ALL ACCESS PASSES ON. I explained to the Black woman what had happened and she told me they knew not to mess with them because their family would shut the whole thing down since they were doing the detailed, menial work is what she meant. She then proceeded to tell me she had words with MaryAnn as well. Both women laughed, and I laughed and said, “Oh wow she let you sit down.” The woman said, “Hell yeah. They told me how MaryAnn was trying to kiss their behind at one point ‘cuz she must’ve been intimidated by the two women. The one standing said MaryAnn ran over to them asking them if they wanted water, then handed both of them an ALL ACCESS PASS, and I asked when did she do this? Apparently, it was right after I asked her if I could sit down, and why were those two ladies sitting there and they didn’t even have any type of pass. The woman standing next to me went on to say, “I told her I didn’t want no water, and was wondering why she was all of a sudden giving us passes. MaryAnn must’ve snapped at her since she told her she didn’t want any water from her. They had words, and she told MaryAnn that she needed Jesus. She added, “…you’re going to get what’s coming to you.” MaryAnn said, “Is that a threat?!” Her rebuttal to MaryAnn was, “What goes around comes around, and you reap what you sew. You need to find Jesus.” I couldn’t believe it. The lady proceeded to say, “Why would she keep pushing the all access pass in our face to put on, but then won’t let us take pictures near the stage and kick us out from around it?” I agreed. I told her the only reason why she was so adamant about her and her friend having a pass around your neck was to spite me. She knew she could care less about those two Black women having all access when they were already chilling under a shaded tent area and “back stage” already. This is funny to me. I told the woman what she, and I, said was a confirmation. The woman said that she needed to take heed, but she wasn’t going to listen to us Black folks. MaryAnn saw us talking, and came over to me to ask me to leave. At that time I said, “MaryAnn I realize you are attracted to me, and you must be attracted to the anointing on my life because not only are you just targeting and so eager to have me leave like you did a few years ago, you can have the same Jesus I have if you want him, and I’d like to pray for you so you have Jesus for yourself, and not keep coming after me. I stood infront of her and put my hand on her shoulder. She said in an almost low baby voice, “You can pray for me outside the gate.” I said, “No. I’m going to pray for you now,” which is what I did. After I prayed as the two Black women stood and watched, MaryAnn went over to security and told her to kick me out. I just laughed with the other two women and was waiting for one to get me a water since she offered which was very kind of her. I told the security guy what had just transpired, and that she must be attracted to the anointing and has the devil in her for her to act this way. He said, “I completely understand. Believe I know where you’re coming from. I agree, but I want to keep the peace. I said of course. She knew I was leaving so when she came to you is nothing but the devil made because he got prayer. We both laughed, and I walked out the gate to go and find my mother, and friend and try to enjoy the rest of the concert although I was never much of a Boyz II Men fan, but liked some of their music from back in the day. My favorite was “Let it Snow.”
I pushed my way to the area I had left them at and Michelle had gotten a rose and they were having a great time. I was happy for them, but really wanted to leave the event because I could barely stand without holding onto the bar next to Michelle. Everyone around me was yelling, singing, dancing even my mother. I was so glad she was having a good time, and didn’t appear to be in much pain-unlike myself. The group was wonderful and sounded just like they did back in the day. The concert ended, and everyone but me wanted to linger around. I was hot, bothered, tired, and completely aggravated by the whole situation. Plus I don’t like being in crowds with people rubbing up against me. Normally, when doing media I never have to encounter this type of treatment or uncomly behavior. I realized these people aren’t used to having big names, obviously, and don’t know how to act or treat those patronizing them, never mind how to treat those in the media, or those who are Black doing the media. Let’s put it that way. Ridiculous behavior.
Many cleared out, and scattered around the area. I found my sister who was sitting at Bobby V’s. She was standing more towards the area of Curley’s. All of us were chatting then socializing with those we knew. My mother and Michelle were talking to someone on the staff for Alive @ Five, a young man. I went over to the hoolahoop girl and was talking with her to waste time until Michelle and my mother were ready. They eventually came over to me and told me you can meet Boyz II Men for $20 once more people have left the park. I said I wasn’t paying for it, and I really didn’t care about seeing them at this point. I was tired, and more exhausted dealing with the hatefulness of MaryAnn, and was feeling a little weak since I wasn’t able to get anything to drink, or brought my meds inside. For one I had to eat with one, and I was simply ready to leave so I could take care of my business. A line formed at the same gate I stool at periodically through the night when I wasn’t allowed in (lol). I stood in back of my mother, and infront of Michelle. It was already agreed upon that they’d go and get pics. However, my mother told me she asked the worker from Alive @ Five who they’d paid if media was allowed in without paying for it? He said, “Of course…if she has her media pass. I don’t see why not.” While in line I decided to ask the worker standing near us how true this was as we decided what device would used to get the pics once they went back to the tent where the group would be located. He told me he wasn’t sure, and would have to ask his boss whom was Lynn; the same person MaryAnn was running to adding stuff in her ear regarding me from time to time during the course of me getting footage. I said I’d like to ask her myself. She came over to us, and the line was not yet moving. My sister was waiting for me because we both agreed we were ready to leave. Anyhow, I this is what I said-although I knew by the harsh look in her face that she was another nasty one just by her demeanor. I asked, “Do those with media passes have to pay to get interviews with Boyz II Men?” Being very short with her response she said yes, yes you do,” and begin to walk away as I was in the process of asking another question. She paused looking at me as though I had done something personal to harm her. Another woman who was press was standing in front of my mother watching the entire dialogue. I proceeded to asky why would press need to pay for interviews and pictures? I said to her that she didn’t have to be so nasty with it that I was only asking her questions. She started raising her voice, “THEY DON’T WANT INTERVIEWS. THEY MADE IT VERY CLEAR IN THEIR CONTRACTS AND ONLY THE FIRST 3 SONGS ARE YOU SUPPOSED TO TAKE PICTURES OF LIKE ALL THE ARTISTS.” I said to her that that was a bold faced lie because Omar nor Tiffany had an issue with me taking pictures before, or after their performance. She got mad and yelled well that’s how it is! I said, “…you know you and MaryAnn really need to learn some people skills, and if you don’t like your job then why are you here because it’s obvious you have a problem, and don’t want to be here-so quit, or stay behind the scenes.” She walked away mumbling something under her breath. I said to the man who went to get her that these people really must not know how to speak to people, or handle press properly, and aren’t used to anything meaning celebrities coming to the park. I said this group isn’t even relevant anymore, nor have they made a hit in years. Why would press do anything to try to jeopardize their name. He said he was sorry, and he couldn’t do anything about it, and was very apologetic because he heard how the conversation when and the tone of voice in which Lynn used. Even the lady who had a press pass infront of my mother agreed, and interjected by saying if anyone should be allowed in it should be media plus you have a pass specifically for this event. The man explained how to get personal interview with the management teams prior to any event. I listened and was appreciative for his explanation, but truthfully I really didn’t care, and was in too much pain. I told Michelle to take pics with my camera since all media space was used up in other devices. I told her I was going to Curley’s and needed to sit down because I felt flushed. She said okay, and agreed, and I took my camera off my neck and began to place it around her neck when Lynn walked back over to the gate. The line moved forward. Lynn stopped my mother, and said stop because this is a problem; pointing at me. That’s when I had had enough. I said, “What do you mean by this? Who are you referring to?” She didn’t say anything just preventing my mother from moving forward. By this time the camera was around Michelle’s neck, and was about walk toward Curley’s until she made that foolish and uncalled for remark. My next response was, “Who do you think you’re talking to? Are you referring to me by that comment?” She still had nothing to say. My sister, Tammie was standing there and said Che’ri just come on it’s not worth arguing about. She got a problem, and others who witnessed this outwardly agreed. I said, “I have every right to stand there speaking to my mother and friend, and for your information I wasn’t trying or planning to go in. I told her to mind her business, and that she needed to quit instead of making everyone around her miserable. They went in, and I stood with my sister for a very short while before going into Curley’s. I needed something to drink bad, and to sit down because I had almost fallen twice because my hip tried to go out. I talked with the owner for a few. Then I went out on the patio and began talking to the waitress who was cleaning. Telling her I needed to put my feet up because they were sore, and I began explaining the precious moments I had with MaryAnn and Lynn. She said that’s why she won’t attend because some of the people who work the Alive @ Five event are mean and she can’t take it. She exclaimed all she wanted to do was get off work, and that she didn’t care whether my feet up or not to just relax while she cleaned around me. I sat there trying to wind down, and had decided I’d had enough of these people and wasn’t returning-ever-to do coverage or patronize them. I received a call from my mother inside as she was speaking to the group. She was telling me that she was upset too, and not to worry about it. I agreed, and was just waiting for them to get their pic, etc. I recalled all that had happened and everytime it led me to believe this was racially motivated, and a prejudicial way of treating those differently who were Black. I was just thinking how miserable these women must be, and that they really needed the peace of the Lord. I felt good about the day other that the moments these haters tried to dampen my evening.
Now the climax of racial epithets and behavior escalates to a situation that was totally uncalled for. My mother and Michelle come out and pass through the gate. Michelle went over to her family who was there and was talking with them. I saw both of them and assured them I was near and could see them. My mother stood near the gate area that crossed with Curley’s and the gate they just came from with these ladies and they all were talking. I was thinking I’d have about 15 minutes before we walked back to the car. I could hear my mother from where I was as she told how Lynn was acting and treating me before they went in, and the women were shocked, and they all were discussing it. My mother said in the course of the conversation, “She was wrong. I don’t like how she was treating my daughter.” Then Lynn walked by Michelle and my mother as she still stood with the other ladies. My mother was just attempting to point out who the woman was, and I said, “No ma, that’s the lady you’re talking about.” She turned and said as Lynn walked by to pass through the gate, “….you were wrong how you spoke to my daughter and what you did you know you were wrong, and God is gonna deal with you.” Mind you she was standing with the two ladies still and Lynn made a smart remark as she eased to the other side of the gate and left that particular area. My mother continued talking to the ladies trying to laugh it off saying, “God gonna deal with you and will have to meet Him and answer for what how you act.” A security copy was over hearing the conversation and decided to butt in. He was on the other side of the gate standing with other people. My mother was still standing with the two ladies, and exclaimed, “Yeah, ain’t nobody gonna mess with my child and repeated herself, and said I’m from the ole skool.” He yelled from the other side of the fence about 20 feet away, “Oh really, oh really. You from the ole skool,” being sarcastic. She turned to him still standing the ladies not realizing he was being funny and sarcastic, and started laughing saying, “Yes, I’m from the ole skool you don’t mess with my family.” At this point I began to pack it up and leave the patio because I could see this white devil was ready to start some mess, and my mother had every right to talk to whomever she pleased about what she wanted to. I got to her just in time because this man ran through the fence after opening it and jumped in my mother’s face and yelled, “Oh you gone keep talking, GET OUT GET OUT. I SAID GET OUT.” I slid between him and her when I saw him put his hands on her left shoulder and push her. Of course anyone would be upset, and very angry which she was. I tried calming her down because she’s elderly and don’t need no one pushing her and has a handicap with her foot, but this man didn’t care. He was bloutted, fat, round, and red; spit coming out of his mouth as though she was a threat to someone and was fighting, or had hit someone, or was carrying a weapon. I couldn’t fathom the gall of this fat, crazy, bastard who was pushing my mother for no apparent reason excep that he was mad she was talking about this white woman, Lynn. Lynn was off behind the tented area and was no where in near either of them. I couldn’t understand how he thought he had the right. My mother yelled what’s your name, and he yelled, “My name is Beuller. Okay, my name is Beuller!” She said well you will be getting reported. I was walking my mother out, and saying to the officer; there is a such thing as freedom of speech and you have no right to put your hands on her. I called for my friend to come on because I was done, and knew we should’ve left right after the concert was over because truthfully it wasn’t worth it none of the interviews if it had to end with my mother being mishandled, mistreated, and assaulted by a crazy, racially motivated officer who was trying to flex his little authority.
Once out the gate another officer greeted us and asked what was going on. Beuller was still yelling until the officer said let me handle this. Beuller went back inside. At this point we were right outside the tall gate leading to the street. We stood there as I tried to explain how this officer was out of control. However, my mother was so mad she continued talking which I knew she was only trying to let off steam. She said, “…he don’t know me, and who we know. My daughter’s affiliated with a lot of people, and everyone in Stamford know me.” She meant that she and I were well known, and that many in our community knew of her, and I, or knew her personally. The officer tried to make light of it, and asked who are you? She said, “Avis.” He said, “Avis Rental Cars?” His joking helped to calm her down, and we all laughed. Officer Beuller heard us laughing and ran up to the gate and opened it then yelled, “I told yall to LEAVE!!!” The officer we were laughing with looked at him strangely, and said, “You can go. I’m handling this.” Beuller went back inside. We explained to the officer what led to my mother being kicked out, and how it was originally started by MaryAnn who put negativity in the air and with Lynn which led to how she was acting. I told him my mother was simply expressing to two women she had met how they were acting, and had told Lynn God would deal with her; she’d have to answer to the Maker one day. Also, that she told the ladies she didn’t like how Lynn was treating me, etc. He listened and said he’d speak to Officer Beuller. I felt as though an apology from this man, Lynn, and MaryAnn was due. Moreover, that the officer should be reprimanded by his superiors for his outrageous behavior because it was evident that it was clearly a racial situation. It doesn’t take a genius. We attempted to leave until Beuller brought his crazy self back outside to us as we were standing there with the other officer. He forcefully asks with a harsh tone of voice, “Lynn says she wants the press pass back!” I looked at him like he was crazy, and because he thought it was necessary to mess with my mother with no just cause. I felt it was time I messed with him. I said, “What press pass?” Lynn says you have a press pass for entry next month. I said, “Well you tell Lynn I won’t be back next month, and this won’t be the last she hears of me.” He yelled, “Do you have it!” I said, “Have what, no!” “What’s in your back pocket,” he exclaimed. I said, “And do you intend to go in back pocket to look?” I ignored him after telling him it’s in the garbage where it should be. The officer asked nicely who we were talking to if I had it, and I said yes, and she’s not getting a thing back. I began to laugh thinking what nerve of the both of them. The officer told us to walk with him away from the area. We did. He said he was going back into and would look into the matter. Whether he did or not, I was disgusted with Officer Beuller, Lynn, and MaryAnn devilish and racist selves. These woman were not fooling me, all three of them had the devil in them. MaryAnn was just made I said something to her about it, and prayed for her as did the other Black woman who had a problem with her. Even Jesus was disgusted with injustice, pulled out his whip and went to town, and turned over the tables. He is justice. Like my mother said he has the last say because ‘vengeance is mines saith the Lord…touch not my anointed and do my prophet no harm…the battle is not ours but the Lord’s…no weapons formed against me shall not prosper…every tongue that riseth up against me in judgement shall be condemed,’ I stand firm on these promises!
This concludes the episodes of July 16th at Alive @ Five. This article will be sent out to those who need to read it whether published or not. I believe that people who still act like this in the year 2015 need to be called on the carpet, especially with so many racially motivated that have taken place in this country by police officers, in this country. Someone stand up and put these cops in their place, and stop allowing racist officers on the force. Screen them for mental illness, and racism before they get a badge.
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BIBLE SCRIPTURE REFERENCE:
To accept Christ as your personal savior speak aloud & mean it in your heart (Romans 10:9-11)
What does God say in the Bible about racial prejudice, hatred, and jealousy?
10 As the Scriptures say,
“No one is good – not even one.
11 No one has real understanding; no one is seeking God.
12 All have turned away from God; all have gone wrong.
No one does good, not even one.”
13 “Their talk is foul, like the stench from an open grave.
Their speech is filled with lies.”
The poison of a deadly snake drips from their lips.”
14 “Their mouths are full of cursing and bitterness.”
15 “They are quick to commit murder.
16 Wherever they go, destruction and misery follow them.
17 They do not know what true peace is.”
18 “They have no fear of God to restrain them.”
16 There are seven things that the Lord hates and cannot tolerate (hates, detests; an abomination):
- A proud look,
- a lying tongue,
- hands that kill innocent people,
- a mind that thinks up wicked plans,
- feet that hurry off to do evil,
- a witness who tells one lie after another,
- and someone who stirs up trouble among friends.
27 Whenever you possibly can, do good to those who need it. 28 Never tell your neighbors to wait until tomorrow if you can help them now. 29 Don’t plan anything that will hurt your neighbors; they live beside you, trusting you. 30 Don’t argue with others for no reason when they have never done you any harm. 31 Don’t be jealous of violent people or decide to act as they do,
17 You do yourself a favor when you are kind. If you are cruel, you only hurt yourself.
29 Violent people deceive their friends and lead them to disaster.
There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is no male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.
So Peter opened his mouth and said: “Truly I understand that God shows no partiality,
Masters, do the same to them, and stop your threatening, knowing that he who is both their Master and yours is in heaven, and that there is no partiality with him. John 13:34
A new commandment I give to you, that you love one another: just as I have loved you, you also are to love one another.
Have you not then made distinctions among yourselves and become judges with evil thoughts?
Be kind to one another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another, as God in Christ forgave you.
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