And because of the irresponsible breeding habits of their parents, these 95.9 percent black or Hispanic students are basically wards of increasing - but still funded by whites - non-white state.
And now free dinner. [Aramark to offer Trenton students in after-school programs free dinner beginning this fall, NJ.com, 6-12-14]:
City children attending after-school programs will be offered free, hot meals for dinner starting in the fall. Aramark, which has the contract for food service in the city schools, currently offers free breakfast and lunch to students enrolled in the city’s public schools.
Aramark General Manager Francisca Sohl said as long as educational after-school programs are offered, students attending will be eligible for the free meal. “These are home-style hot meals,” said Sohl. Menu items will include chicken Parmesan made with whole wheat pasta, green beans, meat loaf and collard greens.
“This is going to go a long way for our kids in Trenton,” said board member Sasa Olessi-Montano, who added that many students go home to no dinner or a meal that is not nutritious. Sohl said the plan is to slowly roll out the program so it is offered in all 22 city schools by the end of next school year.
The rollout will begin with elementary and middle schools in October and December. Aramark does not charge Trenton students because the majority of students in the district are low-income and qualify for free lunches. The food programs are funded by federal grants.On July 16, 1969, the United States of America had two potential paths to go down for the future: we were launching the Apollo 11 mission to the moon, meaning the stars was one destination; the Poor People's Campaign, led by Rev. Ralph Abernathy, demanded we cease funding the adventure to the heavens and instead fund... well, what's going on in 95.9 percent black or Hispanic Trenton Public Schools in 2014.
Trenton Public Schools in 2014, with free meals for non-white children, is exactly the route America decided on for the future.
Hosea Williams, a leader of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference putting on the Poor People's Campaign, was quoted as saying on July 16, 1969:
"This woman gets $82 a month and a one-room shack. Why should we be worrying about sending three men to the moon where here are 10 people dying of starvation? If we can spend $100 a mile to send three men to the moon, can't we, for God's sake, feed our hungry?"A couple letters to the editor in the October 1969 issue of Ebony magazine should help anyone with a brain understand what those three [white] men going to the moon meant to black people:
I'd proudly give an arm or leg to be able to cheer Apollo 11 like the white folks on America's globe. What I would not give to stand on the sea shore of Cape Kennedy waving the astronauts home with the country's flag, red, white, blue. What's more,
I'd like to stand tall and erect as an American citizen bowing gracefully (as if in the presence of a queen or king) to those three men who have played their roles excellent. I'd like to scream from the top of my voice uttering these words, "Another victory to the United States of America, the greatest country in the world.!"
But as a black as I am, I dare not cheer some $92.5 billion up in the sky when my black brothers and sisters, the children of Ethiopia, Ghana, mali, Nigeria and other countries of the mother land, starve for food, wishing for the disappearance of ghettos, and for economic stability and better educational and employment opportunities.
Doris Rutledge Student
The moon landing was a historical first in world events. Many people in this country watched their TV sets with a great sense of pride.
How magnificent it must have been to see the entire operation being carried out by someone who could have been you, your brother, your son, or more importantly, your father.
Imagine a child's bright eyes if he could say, "My dad is doing the countdown. My dad is one of the astronauts. That's my dad at the computer. My dad is at Houston Mission Control."
A sense of pride is certainly proper and fitting. And those who identify best with the people chosen to carry out this mission, must now have egos at least as high as the moon.
Do I identify best? I saw no one who looked like me, nor my brother, nor my son, nor my father. For I am black, and so are they.
Nona E. Smith
Harlem , NYFunny -- I don't identify with the community of Trenton for the same reason Nona E. Smith couldn't find anything worth taking pride in, in the Apollo 11 mission. Just as the mission involved almost no black faces (maybe a janitor or two at Cape Canaveral), Trenton Public Schools are filled with students from K-12 who I can't identify with at all.
You see, black people's mark on America is found in the blight of formerly thriving urban areas of the country. The conditions white people created long ago in places like Detroit, Chicago, Trenton, Newark, Camden, Philadelphia, Baltimore, Rochester, New York City, Gary, Cleveland, Buffalo, and Milwaukee attracted black people from the south, who migrated to the these cities and in a span of only a few generations remade them in their image.
Tho' much is taken, much abides.
The glory once found in these cities can still be seen if one looks hard enough; the glory of the accomplishment of July 20, 1969, when two white men stepped onto the moon, is a fact all eyes must consider when they look upon the earth's natural satellite.
White men, and only white men, have gone there.
And looked back at the earth from there, realizing how tiny our home is when framed with the vastness of the universe.
Wherever the black sons and daughters of the Great Migration have gone, conditions similar to those found in Newark, New Jersey to Detroit, Michigan are a hallmark of this trek.
And though Rev. Abernathy's hopes and vision for the future have come true for now, a flag of a people scarcely represented among the student body of the Trenton Public School system in 2014 stands resolute on the moon.
Silently mocking the decision to embark on the Poor People's Crusade as national policy.
I was asked to consider what America 2034 will look like for the online publication American Renaissance. Though I harbor no optimism for America's fate, every time I see the moon (be it during the day or when I look up into the night sky), I immediately smile: our fate isn't to be assimilated into the ruins of Detroit or smile knowing our kids can eat on the taxpayer dime in Trenton.
There is no great awakening coming or political/ spiritual revival nearing to save America; we hitched our wagon to the Poor People's Crusade instead of the goal of the Apollo program.
There's no going back, but there will come a moment when the crusade of Rev. Abernathy runs off a cliff; and then, it's over.
Most people are incapable of understanding the American Experiment has already ended, believing instead to hold onto some Norman Rockwell vestige of the past as a sign something great is only right around the corner.
There's only Trenton.
There's only Detroit.
But if you look up, preferably on a crystal clear night sky, you'll see the moon.
Smile when you look at it.
Your people didn't create the conditions of 2014 Trenton.
Your people didn't create the conditions of 2014 Detroit.
Your people did land on the moon.
Those peddling the hoax we didn't land on the moon as fact embrace the type of egalitarian mindset shared by those who pin all hope on uplifting the black and brown populations of the world on the white man's pocketbook.
Money can't alter genetics.
Not even a blank check.
As I wrote back in 2009, I don't view the collapse of the American Experiment as a bad thing. I was born into a world where our country's future was already hitched to a wooden mule cart, piloted by Rev. Abernathy's stern hope to keep our eyes off the heavens.
And it was at a very young age I realized something was incongruent with the population occupying our major cities and the one that landed on the moon.
And though starting in 2014, the 95.9 percent black or Hispanic Trenton Public School system will enjoy three free meals a day, when they look up at the moon, an incomprehensible alien whisper will mock them.
Just as it will silently mock whatever America becomes in 2034.
From the article I wrote in 2009, I'd like to pull out this paragraph. It's not of my own pen, but something I reflect upon daily:
When a state is dying, one dies with it only to the extent that one is psycholog- ically and spiritually a part of it. Those who are a part of it — the vast majority — will perish with it. Those who are not — the tiny minority — will not, and some of them will survive as carriers of life. The only disaster, once the state is dying, would be prolongation by some artificial means of support.
The country that gave birth to Trenton in 2014 is not the same one that gave birth to the people capable of flying to the moon with a slide rule as their guide in 1969.
With this said, enjoy "America in 2034" by Paul Kersey. It appears at American Renaissance today: please comment it on there and be sure to share: