Real People / Real Giving

Submitted by FluxRostrum on Thu, 11/28/2013 - 16:13
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This was how I spent Thanksgiving 2005.  It was truely an awesome experience.

The Rainbow Emergency Management Assembly gathered in Waveland Missahippie within days of the hurricane disaster, to feed people. They have receieved nothing but love and support from FEMA, Red Cross, numerous Church groups and Hancock County. It is said that before Katrina hippies would refer to Mississippi as MissAHippie because a hippie could easily go "missing" in Mississippi. Now Missahippie has a whole new meaning. The story of Waveland is that of people putting aside petty differences to do what's right and needed by our community of man.

This feabile attempt to tell an amazing tale of cross cultural volunteerism features: Vermin Supreme, Dirty Momma, Heather Bee, Pete Jones, Ben Cauldwell, Doc Stone, Organic Valley, the residents of Waveland Mississippi ... and Flower

Steubenville Grand Jury ends with 6 Indictments: No Mass Conspiracy

Submitted by Don Carpenter on Mon, 11/25/2013 - 12:38

Photo: Associated Press

It's over. It's finally over. After 16 months after the initial rape of 16 year old Jane Doe in August 2012, The Steubenville Grand Jury ended it's investigation into individuals who may have commited additional crimes during the initial rape investigation. 16 long months for Steubenville residents, and a very long and ridiculous social media shit show for main stream media,  activists, anonymous soldiers, and those who just donned a mask in December to support the rape victim.

4 more individuals were indicted today bringing the grand total of those indicted to 6.

On Eviction Night

Submitted by Uneditedmedia on Fri, 11/15/2013 - 14:01

On the night of the eviction. I had left a spokes council to head back to Global Revolution studios. The streets looked wet, and I called a good friend of mine form back home. After 3 months of Occupy Wall Street, most of my personal relationships were frayed, and I had been trying to mend my relationships old friends not in NYC. As I walked I saw lines of  NYPD vans stream past me towards the park. It wasn’t unusual, until I noticed that all the vans were full. Each van had cops pressed shoulder to shoulder in them.

I told my friend I had to go and called back to the park to advise members of the media team what I had seen. They told me everything seemed fine back at the park, but I decided not to go to the studio and jumped a train to Liberty…just in case. When I arrived at the park it was cool. The air brisk, and the usual wanderings of people milling, people had taken to coming into the park later and later, some not even staying at all as the temperatures dropped.  I checked in with the media team I was working with and they reported nothing unusual. I relaxed. Every night was paranoia. Every night was our last night.