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#BlueLegacy In 1939, Jesse Lee Bond asked for a receipt in Arlington, Tennessee. He was 20 years old. He was lynched. Two men were acquitted.
#DemsUnited Decades later, his great-granddaughter Kyra Harris Bolden learned what happened to him. That family history led her to pursue law. She went on to become the first Black woman to serve on the Michigan Supreme Court.
Honor Justice Bolden’s historic achievement. And remember Jesse Lee Bond. He was owed a receipt, he was owed justice, and he should have lived to see his family grow. #AmericanExcellence
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Medgar Evers was killed in his driveway because he refused to accept a Mississippi where some were denied the right to vote.
He stood with thousands who marched, organized and sacrificed so future generations could have a voice. We owe it to them not to take that right for granted. On Tuesday, honor their legacy. Vote.
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Crazy how “Obomber,” “Holocaust Harris,” and “Jim Crow Jim Clyburn” were begged to help secure the victory in Michigan—not morally pure Bernie, AOC, and Mamdani.
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The Colom ads are brilliant. If you're gonna bombard TV airwaves with Political Ads at least make them interesting like this.
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Tonight, I make a solemn promise to every single Texan. Whether you voted for me or Governor Abbott, or felt so betrayed by a broken politics that you did not vote at all.
Hear what Texas said today, loud and clear: Your government belongs to you. And as your governor, I will never forget it. There will be no special set of rules for the wealthy and powerful. No looking the other way when someone in my own party does wrong.
The trust you have placed in me tonight is not a blank check. It is a sacred responsibility. And I intend to earn it every single day.
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Her name is Maletole Thabane.
She is only 4 years old. She is still missing. Please Retweet until she is found.
Jonathan Fleming told police he was at Disney World when his friend was sh0t and k*lled in Brooklyn.
He was telling the truth. And the evidence was in his pocket when they arrested him.
Darryl Rush, known to friends as “Black,” was shot and k*lled in Brooklyn in the early hours of August 15, 1989. Fleming said he was in Orlando, Florida, on a Disney World trip with his mother, Patricia—roughly 1,100 miles away.
From the beginning, Fleming maintained that he was innocent. He had plane tickets, postcards and video from the trip.
But a woman identified him as the sh**ter. In 1990, he was convicted and sentenced to 25 years to life.
Before he was even sentenced, the woman recanted. She admitted that she had lied, saying she hoped her testimony would persuade police to drop an unrelated arrest against her.
Prosecutors argued that her original testimony was truthful, and Fleming’s conviction remained in place. His appeals failed.
Then, in 2013, his lawyers asked the Brooklyn District Attorney’s Office to review the case.
The Conviction Integrity Unit examined the old files and uncovered evidence that should have raised serious questions from the beginning.
Among the documents was a receipt from an Orlando hotel showing that Fleming had paid a telephone bill there about five hours before the mu*der. The receipt had been taken from his pocket when police arrested him.
There was also a 1989 letter from Orlando police to New York detectives. It said hotel employees remembered seeing Fleming in Orlando. His defence had never been given that information.
Investigators also found police records indicating that the witness had received a reward connected to her testimony.
On April 8, 2014, prosecutors and defence lawyers stood together before a Brooklyn judge and jointly asked for Fleming’s conviction to be overturned.
After nearly 25 years behind bars, Fleming walked free that same day. He was 51 years old.
In June 2015, New York City agreed to pay him $6.25 million.
For almost a quarter of a century, Jonathan Fleming had insisted he was telling the truth.
The evidence supporting his alibi had been in the police files all along.
He lost 25 years of his life—but he never stopped saying he was innocent.
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Sadly, I woke up to some heartbreaking news this morning here in Baton Rouge , Louisiana. Someone broke into my van overnight, shattered two windows, stole a lawnmower, and ransacked everything inside. It’s honestly heartbreaking and deflating, especially when you’re simply trying to do good and make a difference. I can’t understand why someone would do something like this. I’ve contacted the police, and I’m currently waiting for them to arrive and process the van for fingerprints. Unfortunately, this means I won’t be able to attend the Louisiana Book Festival today as planned. I was really looking forward to meeting everyone and sharing my books, but right now, I’m just trying to process everything that happened.
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In 1987, Patrick Stewart refused to unpack his suitcase for six straight weeks.
My throat still tightens every time I read why.
Every Hollywood insider told the 47-year-old British stage actor that Star Trek: The Next Generation would be a disaster. Even his closest friend, Ian McKellen, begged him not to throw away his Shakespearean career on a television gamble.
Stewart kept his bags packed by the door, waiting to be fired and sent home to London.
That "six-week failure" lasted 36 years.
Watching him late at night here in Japan, we saw something Hollywood never expected.
In Japan, we call this quiet, unbreakable spirit "Fudoshin," an immovable heart under fire.
Most action heroes scream and fire weapons to look strong.
Captain Picard never needed to raise his voice.
Born into deep poverty in Yorkshire, terrified of a violent home, he left school at age 15 and lost all his hair by 19, convinced his life as an actor was over before it began.
Yet one English teacher, Cecil Dormand, handed that frightened 12-year-old boy a copy of Shakespeare, said "Read it out loud," and secretly paid for his first drama course.
Never forget what happened decades later.
On the morning Queen Elizabeth II knighted him as Sir Patrick Stewart, he invited that same retired schoolteacher to sit beside him at his knighthood luncheon.
No suitcase left unpacked.
No rage on the bridge.
Just a cup of Earl Grey tea, a tug of his uniform, and three quiet words that commanded the galaxy:
"Make it so."
He passed away at 86 surrounded by live music, prayer, tears, and laughter.
And this December, in Avengers: Doomsday, Professor X will grace the screen one final time.
A boy who thought he wouldn't last six weeks in Hollywood gave the world an eternity of nobility.
From Japan, with tears and our deepest salute:
Thank you, Captain. Engage. ✨🖖🇯🇵


































