Quotes of the day – #Feminism

Quotes of the day – #Feminism


A Letter from Jordan Anderson to his old master

A Letter from Jordan Anderson to his old master

I found this on Facebook and had to share again on this platform. This has to be the classiest, shadiest, response I’ve ever read.

Please partake in the beautifully carfted letter from Jordon Anderson circa 1865, saying respectfully I’m free, kick these rocks and my black ass shade….

You are welcome


Dayton, Ohio,

August 7, 1865

To My Old Master, Colonel P.H. Anderson, Big Spring, Tennessee

Sir: I got your letter, and was glad to find that you had not forgotten Jordon, and that you wanted me to come back and live with you again, promising to do better for me than anybody else can. I have often felt uneasy about you. I thought the Yankees would have hung you long before this, for harboring Rebs they found at your house. I suppose they never heard about your going to Colonel Martin’s to kill the Union soldier that was left by his company in their stable. Although you shot at me twice before I left you, I did not want to hear of your being hurt, and am glad you are still living. It would do me good to go back to the dear old home again, and see Miss Mary and Miss Martha and Allen, Esther, Green, and Lee. Give my love to them all, and tell them I hope we will meet in the better world, if not in this. I would have gone back to see you all when I was working in the Nashville Hospital, but one of the neighbors told me that Henry intended to shoot me if he ever got a chance.

I want to know particularly what the good chance is you propose to give me. I am doing tolerably well here. I get twenty-five dollars a month, with victuals and clothing; have a comfortable home for Mandy,—the folks call her Mrs. Anderson,—and the children—Milly, Jane, and Grundy—go to school and are learning well. The teacher says Grundy has a head for a preacher. They go to Sunday school, and Mandy and me attend church regularly. We are kindly treated. Sometimes we overhear others saying, “Them colored people were slaves” down in Tennessee. The children feel hurt when they hear such remarks; but I tell them it was no disgrace in Tennessee to belong to Colonel Anderson. Many darkeys would have been proud, as I used to be, to call you master. Now if you will write and say what wages you will give me, I will be better able to decide whether it would be to my advantage to move back again.

As to my freedom, which you say I can have, there is nothing to be gained on that score, as I got my free papers in 1864 from the Provost-Marshal-General of the Department of Nashville. Mandy says she would be afraid to go back without some proof that you were disposed to treat us justly and kindly; and we have concluded to test your sincerity by asking you to send us our wages for the time we served you. This will make us forget and forgive old scores, and rely on your justice and friendship in the future. I served you faithfully for thirty-two years, and Mandy twenty years. At twenty-five dollars a month for me, and two dollars a week for Mandy, our earnings would amount to eleven thousand six hundred and eighty dollars. Add to this the interest for the time our wages have been kept back, and deduct what you paid for our clothing, and three doctor’s visits to me, and pulling a tooth for Mandy, and the balance will show what we are in justice entitled to. Please send the money by Adams’s Express, in care of V. Winters, Esq., Dayton, Ohio. If you fail to pay us for faithful labors in the past, we can have little faith in your promises in the future. We trust the good Maker has opened your eyes to the wrongs which you and your fathers have done to me and my fathers, in making us toil for you for generations without recompense. Here I draw my wages every Saturday night; but in Tennessee there was never any pay-day for the negroes any more than for the horses and cows. Surely there will be a day of reckoning for those who defraud the laborer of his hire.

In answering this letter, please state if there would be any safety for my Milly and Jane, who are now grown up, and both good-looking girls. You know how it was with poor Matilda and Catherine. I would rather stay here and starve – and die, if it come to that – than have my girls brought to shame by the violence and wickedness of their young masters. You will also please state if there has been any schools opened for the colored children in your neighborhood. The great desire of my life now is to give my children an education, and have them form virtuous habits.

Say howdy to George Carter, and thank him for taking the pistol from you when you were shooting at me.

From your old servant,

Jordon Anderson

Black History Quote 8

I love this quote it definitely says a ton.



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Six Things I Hate about Snow Storms

Everyone is losing their damn minds because the weather guessers have guessed that a big snow storm is heading to the Northeast over the weekend.

I live in Philadelphia and outside of our love for soft pretzels, tasty cake and cheesesteaks, we also love to exude our supreme skills of pettiness during snow storms. Which include and are not limited to the following;

1- Coning/Chairing your parking space – This is necessary if you plan on leaving your home in a vehicle after a storm and live in a neighborhood where garage parking is not an option. (Oh and there will be blood if you call yourself moving someone’s cone or chair from the parking space that they dug out.)

2 – Last hour shoppers – No milk, eggs or bread, because people equate a snow storm with the zombie apocalypse.

3- Bad weather drivers – These people exist outside of snow storms, they can’t handle snow, rain or spit on the road. If you’re scared to drive during bad weather keep your dumb ass at home!

4 – Weather guessers – I get guessing (I refuse to say predicting because they don’t predict shit,they guess and that is why they are called weather guessers) the weather is an important job and someone has to do it. But I don’t need a “breaking news” moment every five seconds while I’m in the middle of my Law & Order/Law & Order CI/Law & Order SVU marathon. #FOH

5 – My neighbors cats – All year round these bastards shit and piss in my yard, but I can’t see said shit and piss because the earth magically shields me. Unfortunately when it snows the earth is covered in white madness, which makes it easy for me to spot cat shit and piss on my front lawn. Needless to say I don’t like seeing cat shit and piss on my lawn. #notcute

and finally…

6 – Septa – I loathe our public transportation system in the snow, not only are they insanely overpriced but drivers get to make executive decisions on whether or not they choose to drive in bad weather. So if you’re waiting for your bus, keeping waiting cause that shit ain’t coming and no one is going to tell you it ain’t coming because SEPTA IS IGNORANT AS FUCK!

What are somethings you guys hate about snow storms?




Mummers ain’t shit


If you live in or near Philadelphia you should be aware of the fuckery that is the Mummers Parade. It takes place January 1st annually and as the years have progressed it has progressively gotten more racist as time goes by.

Grown ass drunk as white men get dressed up in sparkly, ethnically offensive costumes and strut their stuff down Market Street (in the past Broad Street) I personally don’t know many POC that frequent this parade, I mean if you’re asking to get mad and offended then by all means enjoy yo’self.

Mummers parade of past, we’ve had the pleasure of seeing said grown ass drunk ass white men dress up like “Native Americans”, and “Mexicans” I place the quotation marks because their idea of an Native Americans and a Mexican is every racial stereotype you can think of. I’m not sure who is the head fuckboy in charge of this fuckery, but he needs to have his ass kicked for allowing shit like this.

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What Will YOU Choose?

“We went out for dinner last night and my husband asked if I had chosen my word. Every year on New Years Eve, I set an intention for the upcoming year. It’s not something I take lightly. I truly believe that when you send energy out into the universe, it comes back. So what could I possibly choose? Out of all the words that currently exist, which is the right one for me? I still haven’t found one that resonates completely so I will meditate on it later today. Think about it. If you could pick one word that would define your entire 2016, what would you want it to be? Give it a try!” – Inspiretheword2day

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I love my Troll… (I know you troll me #fact edition)


The petty mean girl in me needs to come out every so often (for entertainment purposes only) because I blocked my husbands troll on all other forms of social media except for this forum, I’m assuming every so often my husbands troll who has now become my troll (YAY) frequents this blog to see if I have any fancy words to say about him/her.

Fortunately for trolly (that’s what I’m going to call the troll from now on) I’m the MVP of team petty, so the petty mean girl in me trolls the troll. LOL it’s actually pretty hilarious and entertaining, I honestly only do it because I’m too damn nosy for my own good. I’m fully aware of the fact that my trolling of trolly makes me a hypocrite, but if you knew where your trolls lurked you’d troll them as well. #dontjudgeme

You might be asking, “T what’s the point?” well the point is the petty mean girl in me thinks it’s hilarious. We all have our forms of entertainment and going back and forth passive aggressively via subliminal shade within our respective forums with said troll is fun.

In the past I speculated without fact that trolly was trolling me, now I have proof and this is waaaay to much fun just to ignore.

I’ll leave the last few words of this post to immaturely taunt and provoke trolly…