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A Subtle Impact Page 2
By Anthony Douglas Gere
In conversing with a friend of mine the other day, we were tossing back an d forth, the
execution of Mr. Stanley “Tookie” Williams. He argued that we don’t need to kill another black
man. He argued that they should spare this mans life, and grant him the opportunity to live
out his remaining days behind bars. My take on things is extremely neutral, if that’s
possible. Death, for all I have learned and witnessed through viewing others die and buried,
is the only real guarantee anyone can basically say is fact. I mean unless they (some secret
society) is playing a not so funny trick on all of us going to funerals, reading the obituaries
and so on. I mean unless they’re taking people to a secluded Island somewhere not shown
on a map, and allowing them to be entertained by us still left here to entertain them, death is
the final episode. But I don’t think it really matters what I think about if this man should live or
die, because simply, I’m not his maker. Just like you, I don’t know if he has changed his
ways, was remorseful or proud. I mean really, can you measure a mans heart? Can a
Leopard really change his spots? Can a old dog learn new tricks? Can a fish adapt to a new
surrounding, and learn how to breathe out of water if it has to? I don’t know, but know I’ve
come to grips with a lot of my own personal flaws and faults, and definitely changed some
of my old ways. Now do I still think about the things I’ve done and did, yeah, I do. But
maybe the difference is the examples of the treatment of Tookie Williams, plays a small or
large part of that. Maybe now, instead of doing things, I just quietly think about doing them,
and not act upon them to harm, help or whatever to myself or anyone else. Though Mr.
Williams started the notorious “Crips” gang, that doesn’t mean he is to blame for is
followers. People start things daily, but many don’t have a need to follow. But yes, the
gang that devour neighborhoods and fuels our economy with criminals that end up dead
and or incarcerated, are having more people join them, than the church or the Republican,
Liberal or Democrat party. The gang, in its essence, also made youth feels apart of
something. It gave them self-esteem and an atmosphere they never would have gotten
if not for it. Maybe his purpose on this earth was to do what he did, and after that,
repent what he did and do something else. But his power and the gangs growth, out
grew him. Things like that happen everyday in business. Someone has a new
concept or great idea, and before they can understand the legal ramifications, the
paper work all that come with and more, they’re over their head. The company simply
out grows them, and takes on a life of its own. Unless you can handle the supply and
demands of the concept or ideas you are creating, one should be aware of the
responsibilities that come along with it. Thus, if anything, Mr. Stanley Williams could
be called a lot of things, but maybe what we didn’t call him was a great businessman.
Its hard for people to understand the inner workings of a project, unless they are on
the inside looking out. On the surface to the viewer, things may appear one way, but in
most cases, little things are being added daily, to hold up the building, so to speak.
How many times have you seen a person from a far? Beautiful, glowing, elegant and
more, and thought you had died and gone to heaven? Then after you meet them and
they open their mouth, someone else comes out that you didn’t expect. You could
have been sitting at a table over dinner, and they seem to look at the knife and fork
like it was a Monet or Picasso painting? What I’m saying is that, “ Never judge a
book by its cover”, is the old saying that has never been truer. More true now than it
has ever been. But even as this powerful man wrote sensitive and beautiful
children’s books that deterred our youth from joining gangs, you cant judge him for
the good or the bad. In my opinion, while roaming the streets of Los Angeles, at that
time, his mind and imagination was set free, and therefore, his energy as a young
adult in that environment, was destructive. Now once he matured and was confined
and allowed to face his angels and turn his back on his demons, he became
humble and even more powerful. No one is thinking, or at least bringing up in the
media, the family he left behind, or the family of the victims. Do you truly understand
how much money was being made through the attention of this man, in a very short
time? From the advertisers, people that made the drug that stopped his heart, police
to hold back protester and bootleggers selling save and fry Tookie Williams t-shirts.
Someone made a small fortune!! I will bet you a dollar to a donut, neither one of the
families or immediately involved with the man and victims, seen a dime. And for the
so-called celebrities, where in the hell were they, twenty-four years and eleven months
earlier, during his twenty-five years in jail? Don’t get me wrong, I am sure many had
their hearts in the right place. But even more, had their intentions, somewhere else.
Also, how can we, the tax paying citizens of the Great State of California, that elected
Governor Terminator, be upset he flashed back to his first movie, when we as a people,
put him in office? So was the execution warranted, who knows. But if he had really felt
remorseful, and truly stood for what he truly and deeply believed in, I respect him, and
he’s a hell of a man. Because he did what everyone should do, die for what they
believe in. But then again, he just might be on that island looking at us.
By Anthony Douglas Gere
In conversing with a friend of mine the other day, we were tossing back an d forth, the
execution of Mr. Stanley “Tookie” Williams. He argued that we don’t need to kill another black
man. He argued that they should spare this mans life, and grant him the opportunity to live
out his remaining days behind bars. My take on things is extremely neutral, if that’s
possible. Death, for all I have learned and witnessed through viewing others die and buried,
is the only real guarantee anyone can basically say is fact. I mean unless they (some secret
society) is playing a not so funny trick on all of us going to funerals, reading the obituaries
and so on. I mean unless they’re taking people to a secluded Island somewhere not shown
on a map, and allowing them to be entertained by us still left here to entertain them, death is
the final episode. But I don’t think it really matters what I think about if this man should live or
die, because simply, I’m not his maker. Just like you, I don’t know if he has changed his
ways, was remorseful or proud. I mean really, can you measure a mans heart? Can a
Leopard really change his spots? Can a old dog learn new tricks? Can a fish adapt to a new
surrounding, and learn how to breathe out of water if it has to? I don’t know, but know I’ve
come to grips with a lot of my own personal flaws and faults, and definitely changed some
of my old ways. Now do I still think about the things I’ve done and did, yeah, I do. But
maybe the difference is the examples of the treatment of Tookie Williams, plays a small or
large part of that. Maybe now, instead of doing things, I just quietly think about doing them,
and not act upon them to harm, help or whatever to myself or anyone else. Though Mr.
Williams started the notorious “Crips” gang, that doesn’t mean he is to blame for is
followers. People start things daily, but many don’t have a need to follow. But yes, the
gang that devour neighborhoods and fuels our economy with criminals that end up dead
and or incarcerated, are having more people join them, than the church or the Republican,
Liberal or Democrat party. The gang, in its essence, also made youth feels apart of
something. It gave them self-esteem and an atmosphere they never would have gotten
if not for it. Maybe his purpose on this earth was to do what he did, and after that,
repent what he did and do something else. But his power and the gangs growth, out
grew him. Things like that happen everyday in business. Someone has a new
concept or great idea, and before they can understand the legal ramifications, the
paper work all that come with and more, they’re over their head. The company simply
out grows them, and takes on a life of its own. Unless you can handle the supply and
demands of the concept or ideas you are creating, one should be aware of the
responsibilities that come along with it. Thus, if anything, Mr. Stanley Williams could
be called a lot of things, but maybe what we didn’t call him was a great businessman.
Its hard for people to understand the inner workings of a project, unless they are on
the inside looking out. On the surface to the viewer, things may appear one way, but in
most cases, little things are being added daily, to hold up the building, so to speak.
How many times have you seen a person from a far? Beautiful, glowing, elegant and
more, and thought you had died and gone to heaven? Then after you meet them and
they open their mouth, someone else comes out that you didn’t expect. You could
have been sitting at a table over dinner, and they seem to look at the knife and fork
like it was a Monet or Picasso painting? What I’m saying is that, “ Never judge a
book by its cover”, is the old saying that has never been truer. More true now than it
has ever been. But even as this powerful man wrote sensitive and beautiful
children’s books that deterred our youth from joining gangs, you cant judge him for
the good or the bad. In my opinion, while roaming the streets of Los Angeles, at that
time, his mind and imagination was set free, and therefore, his energy as a young
adult in that environment, was destructive. Now once he matured and was confined
and allowed to face his angels and turn his back on his demons, he became
humble and even more powerful. No one is thinking, or at least bringing up in the
media, the family he left behind, or the family of the victims. Do you truly understand
how much money was being made through the attention of this man, in a very short
time? From the advertisers, people that made the drug that stopped his heart, police
to hold back protester and bootleggers selling save and fry Tookie Williams t-shirts.
Someone made a small fortune!! I will bet you a dollar to a donut, neither one of the
families or immediately involved with the man and victims, seen a dime. And for the
so-called celebrities, where in the hell were they, twenty-four years and eleven months
earlier, during his twenty-five years in jail? Don’t get me wrong, I am sure many had
their hearts in the right place. But even more, had their intentions, somewhere else.
Also, how can we, the tax paying citizens of the Great State of California, that elected
Governor Terminator, be upset he flashed back to his first movie, when we as a people,
put him in office? So was the execution warranted, who knows. But if he had really felt
remorseful, and truly stood for what he truly and deeply believed in, I respect him, and
he’s a hell of a man. Because he did what everyone should do, die for what they
believe in. But then again, he just might be on that island looking at us.